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Full Name: Manitoba Provencia Can-Nuk Gender: Female Age: 21 Eyes: Electric Blue Hair: Jet Black Birthplace: A smalle village near Hausson Birth Season: Winter My childhood is shady, filled with dark, many unanswered questions. You see when I was still an infant, I had been abandoned by my family - I was an unwanted child. A poor peasant couple, unable to have children of their own took pity on me and took me in and cared for me for the first few years of my life, till again - I was no longer wanted, or at least, they were no longer able to care for me. They took me to a monastery and placed me in the care of a small group of scribe's who taught me much. They taught me how to read and to write - they imparted on me a seemingly unquenchable thirst for knowledge. I was 12 years of age when I felt it was time I took my leave, I had grown restless. For quite some time I simply wandered about the lands, no destination in mind, just simply following the path that my feet took me that day, or week.. or month, whatever it was. I'd spend anywhere from a few days, to months in one place before moving on. Often I stayed at the local monastery if there was one, or at an inn of some sorts - some place where my scribing skills, or even just what knowledge or stories I might be able to tell could provide some sort of compensation, or entertainment for room and board for my time there. You could almost say I was a travelling bard - although to be honest I never was much of a story teller. Around the age of 17 I decided it was time to stop my incessant wandering, and perhaps settle down for a little while. Answer some of the questions that had grown to plague my mind as I grew older - I wanted to find my family. You see, although I had been told that I had been abandoned shortly after birth - there was a small part of me that just simply could not believe that. I had decided to settle down in Kugnae, and it was here that I ran into my Mother - Kleopatra, and I found out that I really had not been abandoned. The small village we lived in had been attacked by a large party of bandits, and I was captured and taken away - they had thought for sure I would have been killed. During my travels I had the opportunity to visit a fair share of libraries. It was at one of these Libraries that I came across a scroll known as "The Wandering Monk". I wasn't there long enough to read through the entirety of the scroll, so I had purchased a copy to take with me - and I've had it, or one just like it, with me ever since. It wasn't until I met a Monk by the name of PoeticTruth that I truly began to learn more about who I am, he was my first true teacher - he set me on the path that has lead me to where I am today, although I have Sorriso to thank for continuing to teach me, and helping me find my way home, and find my place among the Monk family. I still have much to learn however - the more you learn, the less you realise you truly know. It has been awhile now since I settled down here in Kugnae, my feet have begun to itch again.. I have a feeling I may be in for another long journey in the future. [.Manitoba Provencia Can-Nuk.] |
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