"There's none so blind as those who will not listen."
~ Neil Gaiman
~The Wandering Diviner~
Luscinia was born under a full moon on the stillest night of the Spring season some seconds after her brother Corvus, a surprise to all who deemed the twin’s birth a portent of changing times. Named for the nightingale who sings with so much passion, her mother used to tell her that the thaw would be her blessing and the grace to melt hearts her gift. Raised as a Diviner in the traditions of her wayward tribe, the snow elf holds her people’s heritage near and dear to her as a chosen lifestyle to this day. Despite being the last of those once known as the Averan, the Wandering Lost. It is acceptable knowledge that Luscinia and her brother Corvus lost their tribe as a whole to the hordes of the frozen wastes in Skjoldier some years ago, and this is when her sight was taken. Since then the pair have fled across the sea and to Arcas, true to their roaming nature, until their stories finally parted in the bustle of the docks and Luscinia found herself alone in a strange new land. Hopeful that her sibling had followed their plan to pilgrimage to their people’s native homeland in the Princedom of Fenn, she found herself wandering the roads until she reached Helena. Here, she made a friend and was not much long after reunited with her sibling, content to take up residence until the unshakeable urge to travel once more was upon them.
5’0”, 90lbs, Petite and delicate like a porcelain doll, she is much smaller and lighter than the typical elf. White hair with a light blue tinge falls floor-length when loose, and to the backs of her knees braided with the 78 plaits she meticulously keeps. Her eyes are blind, having long been scarred by a horizontal slash to her face, they are now a clouded silver where they used to be an ice blue. With pale fine china skin, she is almost white as snow. A triple moon is tattooed upon her forehead in midnight blue ink, covered by her hair; the moon’s phases as well along the length of her spine. Always soft spoken, she has never even once been heard to raise her voice in anger.
The tribal elf prefers to wear loose but modest robes, often layering with the idea of trapping air for warmth in mind. She can appear to be wearing very light stuff, but be perfectly comfy in freezing rooms. Strewn throughout those many braids are various beads of pastel color and painted feathers. The ribbons used to bind it all either arctic blue or violet, depending on her current dress. She wears a pair of soft soled shoes that allow her to better feel the terrain beneath her feet and keep her from tripping over obstacles. Her most conversed about accessory being the plain white blindfold she wears constantly in public to hide the hideous tale the wound across her fair face tells. A hot bath is a luxury to Luscinia, but this does not mean she is unkempt. Her people long ago developed a modest and thorough bath regimen, and always she carries the soothing scent of heather.
Luscinia is a kind soul who only wants to see the good in others. In fact, it can be hard to convince her otherwise. Always she holds a soft light over people she endears herself to, even if they are the worst kind. If they treat her well, surely they can do the same for others. She is fundamentally naive, but she is not stupid. She is remarkably adept at retaining facts and figures, which stems from her constant use of arithmetic to determine her surroundings and memorize her very steps. To her, the world is measured in her own strides, but she relies on others to fill in the details. While her impairment does not seem to inhibit her too much with her method of moving around, it has proven troublesome and mostly morally degrading. Luscinia combats this with her own good humor and kindly disposition, often even making jokes at her own expense to make people more comfortable around her. While her brother takes personal blame for her blindness, she has found only enrichment in it.
Corvus Selune, the feyling’s elder brother, is the greatest thing that she loves. Everything else is a source of joy for the optimistic creature, she loves to travel and meet all manner of new people, she enjoys reading others fortunes with her runes, and learning about different cultures. Her favorite pastimes include weaving, sewing, and embroidery, as she can feel the fibers she is working with and thus does not need her eyes to make pretty pieces. A treasured object of hers is a stuffed polar bear plush toy that she received from Alistair.
Generally speaking, Luscinia does not hate. Not anyone, not anything. She believes that to hold hate in your heart is a sin against the peace that the moon represents and only leads to tainting your own soul. Thus, she exhumes an unsurpassable patience with everyone in any situation. Always trying to quell an argument where possible, and calming others with soothing tones and words. Though she has mentioned not being particularly fond of citrus fruits or birds that squawk instead of sing.
Much like with hatred, fear has no place in the placid feyling’s mind, for she accepts every occurrence as a matter of Fate. If it happens, it was meant to happen, and there is no point in getting upset about it. It is thus almost impossible to intimidate her, but that does not mean she doesn’t have a healthy sense of self-preservation. Despite this, she is still entirely trusting of just about anyone and often walks blindly into risky situations vision impaired or not.
Lusicnia's tribe holds a mysterious practice that is rather vague in its nature, but explains she was raised as a Diviner in their tradition. Elaborating that this position was typically held in conjunction with the Navigator, who lead the tribe as their chieftain, while the Diviner would serve as an advisory role. She observes very old teachings of their ancestors that seem to be based on the moon and lunar cycle. Believing in the tranquility that a still night represents and can reflect in one’s soul. While she does not openly disagree with other religions, she holds an amount of concern for what others could now view her faith as and tries to combat any prejudice with a gentle hand while never accusing anyone of being unfaithful to their own beliefs. She believes all are equal under the moon’s gaze, after all.
As the maiden practices the old teachings of her tribe, she is also a pacifist through and through. She has never raised her hand to another, never wantonly lied, and never spoken a truly harsh word that was not the truth. Words are her only weapons, for even her various tools and walking staff are never used even in self defense. She would sooner allow herself to be run through and die in a peaceful fashion than to allow anger and fear to win out over her beliefs.
Short Term Goals
Find her brother. (Succeeded)
Obtain temporary lodging. (Succeeded) Complete Pilgrimage to the Princedom of Fenn. (WIP)
Long Term Goals
Become the best diviner she can be. (WIP)
(Requires multiple RP encounters to be added to this list.)
Corvus Selune - “I am so happy that we are reunited. I would still be lost without you.”
Alistair Brashton - “You are the first friend I have made in this new land, and I am grateful.”
Eugeo Van Astrea - “Go forth on your path, young warrior, it is illuminated before you.”