Boudicea

Walled Heart. Boudicea Boudicea "The pain doesn't go away. You just make room for it." Race Sylvankind Culture Lassaran D'ahranal Class Empath Profession Warpath Religion Worships Leya In-a-Word Innocent Disposition Amiable Demeanor Friendly & Warm Primary Trait Healing Others Secondary Trait Curious Flaw Trusting Greatest Strength Standing up for what is right Greatest Weakness Naive Habits Meeting New Folks, shaking hands Hobbies Musical Instruments Soft Spots Chocolate Likes Laughter, Banter Dislikes Cats & Nameless Faces.RAISINS! Fears Death Loyalties Friends Best Friend Many Spouse

Background History

_{Born on the twenty-eighth day of Eoantos, to a bonded couple of mixed cultures. Her father, Parnaris, was well known for his skills with a Warlance, being full Tyesteron, while her mother, Nephillea one of the Lassarans.}

_{During an invasion, tragedy struck the young family, leaving Bo to be cared for by her "Nosh'pa". Growing up in a small hut among a great tree with her grandfather, she learned to make soaps and candles, to sell at fairs, while also tending to the herb garden. Her natural skills at healing soon bloomed. Yet, she had a streak of fierce focus, when it came to hunting, taking after her father.}

_{When her Nosh'pa died, she made her way towards Ta'Vaalor, as promised. Immediately she nearly ran over a Half-Elf named Rustyn. They have been fast friends since!}

Life is moving along and constantly changing for the young and innocent empath. Quickly she is learning, the subtleties of relationships. Feeling fickle when it comes to romance and couples, she guards her heart well, hoping and praying she hurts no one in the process. Rustyn already stopped talking to her, Gravus, an extremely noble paladin, makes her laugh and hunts by her side, but there is something missing, she still hasn't found.

Confusion reigns amid growing complexity.

A constant source strength, is a gentle cleric named Bareth. He is always there to listen and lend advice. Whether it be about dreams, or what she might want for the future. In depth conversations, guiding and reassurance against developing fears. He became her best friend and then a little bit more. That is when her world change in a blink of an eye. 

Woven words. Truths, half-truths or given perceptions. She swears off all males and will concentrate fully on her studies. The Bard Tales lie, glamorizing what should be, not what is. The laughter, love and passions she seeks do not exists, for all they do is leave a trail of pain. A hard life-lesson learned. She thanks the gods for her sister Yettin, who can still make her laugh.