Useli

[Useli]

N A M E Useli (Seral Roa’ahn)
O R I G I N A L . P O W E R Soul Whisperer Lvl 3
D E I T Y . O F The East
O R I G I NTrystell
R A N K 3rd Tier
W O R S H I P P E D . B Y (countries that recognize them, filled out by admins!)
P E R S O N A L I T Y (a few "traits" to describe them, should be listed not written out in sentences)
* A rather cold and measured facade for those she meets. Quick to warm to those who touch her in either form.
* Slow to make angry, but once angered she finds it easy to hand out punishments.
* Has a soft spot for young women. Though not open about it Useli is quite the romantic at heart, and will more often than not try to grant wishes of young lovers for protection.
* Hates the idea of war, but wishes to see rebellion of the people against the upper class.
* Her love of knowledge is often the reason she leaves the Isles so as to explore and learn more of the world and its people. Despises those who use force or trickery to get their way.

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H I S T O R Y
Born to a fisherman and his wife Useli was the eldest child of the seven children her family had. She was raised alongside with her Aunts, Uncles, and several cousins all who lived within the house under their family name. Part of a close knit family it was not a secret that sacrifices were made in order so that the whole of the family would live the best life they could. Useli helped raise many of her sisters and brothers, being allowed to go to school for what little time her parents could afford she used what she learned to teach them. However it was well known that prospects for any of the daughters and sons would be at or below their station in life, but they simply took comfort as a family.

When war broke out the oldest of Useli’s brothers and male cousins were sent out to fight, a choice they thought would bring them honor but would lead in several more mounds in their village's cemetery. Leaving only the youngest and the elder men and the women the family began to grow more desperate, feeling they’d lose what little they did have left to their nobles for taxes. It as then a rather wealthy noble made the offer to the family to take the eldest children and pay for their education, an “act of charity” he called it, in order to raise their stations. After money had exchanged hands and children taken away from their home Useli and the next two eldest boys and girls of her siblings and cousins were taken to a convent. Isolated from the world they were made to study and grow. While the younger ones cried for home Useli devoured the books and the stories the women and teachers gave her, every month her demands for more being greeted with praise, and with every month she grew into more of a lady that those who ran the convent were sure she’d be the first to marry.

Useli had little thoughts of marriage and family, her only wish to travel now as she found herself growing weary with her books. Their patron, the noble Su’ranile discouraged her every time he visited with their families, saying that her beauty and her skills would bring her family wealth and security when he could provide no more. So she lingered longer and longer until she reached her twentieth birthday when Su’ranile fetched her to his own estate from the convent. There she began a tutor to his sons, the widower treating her like a daughter of his own while his wife seemed less than pleased with her. However Useli thought it would only be a matter of time before she would be allowed to leave their service and go on with the life that she’d been promised.

During her third winter at their estate the wife of her patron died, her sudden death a surprise to all but her husband who insisted she’d been sick for too long. However his words never felt true to Useli, as if some dark shadow lingered over his words as she pulled away further from him. Over the next year Useli found him growing more and more forward with her in each passing, buying her gifts and promising her great rewards for her family. However she let these pass as she had caught the eye of his eldest son, the young man a gentle soul who though younger than her by four years proved to be a better man than any she’d known. He promised to make her is bride, but she begged him to let her leave for a year before she took the engagement. Under that agreement he gave her the funds and the supplies and allowed her to leave.

For one year she traveled. Saw her family once again, her next oldest sister married and happy now, their family thriving once more as their patron had promised. Traveling the world around her she took note of the hostilities, of those who cared for one another were torn apart by those who would have power instead. As she began her return she wished only to use her marriage to help improve this world, but even as she came home to the preparation she did not know what had come in store for her.

Her future husband’s father, infuriated by his son’s allowance to let Useli leave had murdered him, and for that year allowed the letters she sent to be answered by himself. Upon coming to the estate she was made ready for a wedding only to find that her groom to be was the old Su’ranile. With her family there surrounded by his guards she understood all too well what was at stake if she ran from him now. All the charity they’d been given was a ploy to simply have her. In tears she married him, and once the night fell and her family had left she made ready to leave once more with whatever she could. However her husband would not grant her request to leave as he demanded his night to consummate their marriage. Violently he’d tried to force her, tearing at her dress, using threats of her family’s murder, but she fought him. Running through the home she kept from his hands until cornered at a balconey, the guests of their wedding still drinking and celebrating below. Steeling her nerves she made her choice between a life in a cage, and freedom...and she heaved herself over the edge.

No pain had come, her final thoughts being of her family and of the world she wanted so badly to help. Opening her eyes once more she found herself somewhere that was not the dance floor of her own wedding. Awakening on the Isle she’d come to before in her travels she was at first confused if she’d dreamed it all, but as hours stretched into the rising sun she found herself realizing that there was no dream at all. Greeted by Lilith first and then by Nero she knew she was dead, but her confusion of why she’d come here was put at ease. Desiring nothing more than to protect those who could not do so for themselves she took her position among the other deities.
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