Player: Vicky H
Email: izak@djemity.chaosdeathfish.com
Caste: Scholar
Scholar Izak is a recent graduate of the academy and has been taken under the wing of an experienced polite by the name of Kas Yos Meral. He is known to be a reserved but exceptionally curious individual. He has a pair of adorable younger twin sisters.
The words of Whistful Sigh, Sylphim Artist, committed to silk and vellum
“When he came to Vyse, I saw him from afar. He looked so sad, like the wounds upon his body, which had already begun to heal were mere manifestations of the wounds upon his soul. He was so beautiful.
I remember, he spent many months with us, learning the ways of Chitha, often in the presence of High Priest Rylim, though I am sure he already understood more than many an artist will in a lifetime. When he was not contemplating Chitha, he walked amongst us and helped where he could. Sometimes it was as simple as helping put up a house, at which point he would strip down to his waist, and I would sit and gaze at that pale Teklo chest.
After Rylim died, he became sad once more, and some days later he left. I never saw him again but once, for I swear that I saw him on Erli a day before the false Empress died.
He was so beautiful.”
Eshe, an Arkhivian girl, upon the Continent of Balas
“Mama! Mama! I met a man who was not there today!”
“What do you mean child of mine? How could he not have been there? That is nonsense, and if you continue to lie so poorly, when the winter Solstice comes around, Abasi the Heart-Taker will not let you go out and steal the other children's presents.”
“But I did meet him Mama. I was walking down the road and there was no one, and suddenly there was someone. He had ruby eyes, and was a Teklo and he looked very sad. He said the road wasn't safe, and he showed me a scalp from one of those Kirlsa raiders you and Papa were so worried about. Then he told me his story, and… Oh Mama, it was so sad! He loved someone and he shouldn't have, and then they died, and then he died, but only on the inside he said, and then everyone he ever loved died and then”
“Slow down oh child of mine. I believe you. But what is that you have in your hand?”
“It is a necklace. He gave it to me. He said I reminded him of his sister and he said I should have it. Can I keep it? Please?”
“Yes darling, of course you can. There is writing on it, what does it say? For Kuuri, who had the courage to refuse… how odd.”