Chitone
Chitone (a.k.a. Chi & Al-Baqr)
Chitone was born to two poor city dwellers in Garund, her mother being a laundry woman, and her father owning a small struggling wares stand selling various “magic” trinkets. They struggled to eat, and would often encourage stealing to help feed themselves, and keep her father's stand stocked. When Chitone was ten, her parents were arrested for their various crimes, and Chitone ran off to avoid being caught herself.
Chitone ran, and ran, and ran, eventually finding herself in the heart of the Osirian desert. Extremely dehydrated, and suffering from exposure by the hot desert sun, Chitone searched the landscape for anyone, or anything, that could possibly give her a rest from the hot sun. In the distance, she spotted an ornate building, and with the last of her energy, made her way inside. She collapsed on the inside, near a large statue of a Goddess with a Cow head, happy to be away from the hot sun, but still nearly dying from malnourishment. Chitone fainted, and awoke to a bright glowing being pushing a small pot of honey towards her.
“Drink, Child,” the being said, her voice seeming to fill the entire temple, smooth and soft, caring. Chitone stuck one shaking hand out, pulling the honey towards her. Shoving her fingers into the pot, she hungrily started putting the sweet sticky liquid into her mouth. It filled her with strength the moment it touched her tongue, and she stared at the being with wonder while continuing to eat.
“My name is Hathor. This is my temple, long forgotten, and long ago wiped clean of the treasures it used to hold; my offerings, my disciples, my symbols. The walls tell my story, and my statues still remain tall, but the building is hollow and void of the love and joy that used to resonate. With that honey, I saved your life Child. In return, you shall give me yours, and I shall use you to bring love and joy back to my temple, and back to the world. The Old Gods are far from dead, and you shall help me.” With that, the being disappeared, and a sense of purpose washed over Chitone. The walls of pictures, suddenly Chitone could comprehend them, and she spent the next few weeks of her life pouring over the walls of the temples, learning about Hathor, her rituals, and her life, surviving on the honey she so generously offered her.
Chitone knew she had to follow the Goddesses orders, and she happily started dedicating her life to Hathor.
The honey only lasted so long, and eventually Chitone had to start creating new ways to survive. She made her way to a new town, and started a new life as a street urchin, stealing to eat, sleeping in alleyways, and learning the true value of possessions. She picked up new hobbies of lock picking, and honed her lying, rarely getting caught, and when caught, was often set free after a night or two in jail thanks to her young age. When desperate for work, she’d turn to the thieves guild, who was more than happy to use her adapted skills.
As the years went by, Chitone migrated from desert city to desert city, collecting various artifacts and returning them to the temple when she was able. She also picked up work in various brothels, happy to dedicate her acts of joy to Hathor.
Despite her rather hard life, Chitone always stayed true to her Goddesses wishes; she never hated, tried her best to remain upbeat, and was thankful for the happiness and joy in her life.
Chitone ran, and ran, and ran, eventually finding herself in the heart of the Osirian desert. Extremely dehydrated, and suffering from exposure by the hot desert sun, Chitone searched the landscape for anyone, or anything, that could possibly give her a rest from the hot sun. In the distance, she spotted an ornate building, and with the last of her energy, made her way inside. She collapsed on the inside, near a large statue of a Goddess with a Cow head, happy to be away from the hot sun, but still nearly dying from malnourishment. Chitone fainted, and awoke to a bright glowing being pushing a small pot of honey towards her.
“Drink, Child,” the being said, her voice seeming to fill the entire temple, smooth and soft, caring. Chitone stuck one shaking hand out, pulling the honey towards her. Shoving her fingers into the pot, she hungrily started putting the sweet sticky liquid into her mouth. It filled her with strength the moment it touched her tongue, and she stared at the being with wonder while continuing to eat.
“My name is Hathor. This is my temple, long forgotten, and long ago wiped clean of the treasures it used to hold; my offerings, my disciples, my symbols. The walls tell my story, and my statues still remain tall, but the building is hollow and void of the love and joy that used to resonate. With that honey, I saved your life Child. In return, you shall give me yours, and I shall use you to bring love and joy back to my temple, and back to the world. The Old Gods are far from dead, and you shall help me.” With that, the being disappeared, and a sense of purpose washed over Chitone. The walls of pictures, suddenly Chitone could comprehend them, and she spent the next few weeks of her life pouring over the walls of the temples, learning about Hathor, her rituals, and her life, surviving on the honey she so generously offered her.
Chitone knew she had to follow the Goddesses orders, and she happily started dedicating her life to Hathor.
The honey only lasted so long, and eventually Chitone had to start creating new ways to survive. She made her way to a new town, and started a new life as a street urchin, stealing to eat, sleeping in alleyways, and learning the true value of possessions. She picked up new hobbies of lock picking, and honed her lying, rarely getting caught, and when caught, was often set free after a night or two in jail thanks to her young age. When desperate for work, she’d turn to the thieves guild, who was more than happy to use her adapted skills.
As the years went by, Chitone migrated from desert city to desert city, collecting various artifacts and returning them to the temple when she was able. She also picked up work in various brothels, happy to dedicate her acts of joy to Hathor.
Despite her rather hard life, Chitone always stayed true to her Goddesses wishes; she never hated, tried her best to remain upbeat, and was thankful for the happiness and joy in her life.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Chitone is a very tall, thin, and lanky woman. While appearing generally malnourished, Chitone is very agile.
Apparel & Accessories
Chitone mostly wears thin, light fabrics that one would normally see in the desert. She dislikes heavy clothing, dresses, and skirts, and opts for pants and easy to move in styles.
Mental characteristics
Sexuality
Chitone is pansexual, attracted to, and happy to serve any person or creature that has interest in her.
Education
Chitone is extremely uneducated, often speaking in broken Common, and only capable of easy math. She's unable to read and write in any language other than Ancient Osirian.
Personality Characteristics
Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
Food
Lockpicking
Animals
Hathor
Making others happy
Hygiene
Having grown up on the street, Chitone is not one for being hygienic. She'll rarely bathe, or wash her clothes, unless asked to.
Social
Religious Views
Chitone is a devout follower of Hathor.
Speech
Chitone has a slightly high pitched voice, talking with a light Arabic accent. She rarely speaks "properly", often opting for small easy words, and neglecting many words in her sentences. She often insinuates her words with her hands.
Relationships
Nicknames & Petnames
Alligator
Species
Ethnicity
Age
18
Birthplace
Garund
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
Ravenloft
Gender
Female
Eyes
Golden Brown
Hair
Brown-black, in a short bun, with ornamented braids
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Sunkissed Tan
Height
5'8"
Quotes & Catchphrases
"I eat, I eat."
"I relationship expert, I work in brothel."
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