Berig     Created on Friday, 01 July 2005 13:03  
  Yemmi  
 
Name: Yemmi Kendaric
Born: Hausson
Age: 20
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Silver
Occupation: Fisherman
Your Guide:  Devion Tuathal
Quests you have completed: None
Walked Home: Yuri 74, Winter, Moon 10.
 
                      ~ ~           Yemmi's        Story            ~ ~

       My life you care to know? You would take the time to listen to my story? Very well

~the young girl pulls a tattered scroll with faded ink blots all throughout the parchment across her lap~

       As many could guess, I don't know much of my past. I know only what I have been told. I had lived a simple life, that of a fisherman's daughter. A great tsunami hit my small village on the outskirts of Hausson and my parents, my home, my life was swept away among the waves.
       My neighbors took me under their wing as their own. A kind, old couple by the name of Joseph and Dorain Baker. They had a son, Kendaric, schooled in a local academy of sorcery. Standing six feet tall at still the young age of seventeen years, he grew to become a sort of mentor to me.
       We became close and he taught me the basic arts of alchemy and of the magiks of the land. We'd sit on the shoreline, skipping rocks and discussing the different elements and the significance of each. He passed at a young age and I took his name as my own.
       Now it would seem my life has been full of crossroads. Points at which I am forced to decide between right and wrong, good and evil, the easy path and that which brings me great difficulty.
       Most recently the decision has been where I wish for my life to lead me. I have since grown in age and strength and have sought a shelter, a place to call my home. I seek not power, yet wisdom. I believe in honesty, in morality, in dignity. Respect of one's self as well as those you call your company. I love the simple things of life, yet give attention to the smallest detail in life's most complex things.
       I don't ask much from my comrads, I prefer to offer any services within my abilities. I try to remain humble. Boasting is most definately not an attriubute I have.
       Having grown up without any parents or siblings raise me, I have always sought after some sort of solice, something certain to cling to. I believe I have found that in the arms of the Monks.
       So now the crossroads leads me beyond my reach. I must rely on others to either accept me for who I've grown to be, or turn to me a cold shoulder. I can only pray that I will continue to be accepted by those I've sought out to serve in the past.
       I have found myself among my fellow Monks, and for the first time in my life, I am truly at home.

             - Yemmi