Rukhnis Al-Katibi
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| Rukhnis Al-Katibi | |
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| Social Rank | 8 |
| Fealty | Redrain |
| House | Al-Katibi |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 25 |
| Religion | Shamanism/Pantheon |
| Vocation | Servant |
| Height | 5'2" |
| Hair Color | Dark Brown |
| Eye Color | Black |
| Skintone | Light Copper |
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Description
Despite her essential foreignness, Rukhnis gives an underwhelming impression of earthen nondescriptness to those who spare her only a glance. They will see a woman -- if they don't mistake her for a boy -- of no great height, square of face, compact in form, dark of eye with light coppery skin, her short and slightly frizzy dark brown hair pulled back in a thin braided tail: a creature brown and stolid as the ground she stands on. From many people, this first glance is the only glance Rukhnis will get. But for those who take a second look, with clearer and more curious eyes, there is something more. At rest -- in the amazing stillness of which she's capable of standing, in which you could almost forget she was there -- her bearing is poised and erect, and when she moves a fluid grace appears in all her motion. There is a proud cast to her nose and mouth, and a stubborn set to her jaw. Most of all, there is her eyes: not merely dark, but black and liquid as ink, with a gaze both guarded and curiously intense. Just as curious, her low voice possesses a wonderfully melodious cadence, which is utterly spoiled by a rough rasp.
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Personality
"Dour," "stoic," and "stiff" might all be good descriptors used by anyone meeting Rukhnis for the first time. They might be equally applicable the second, third, fourth, and all the other times, with the possible addition of "proud," "reticent," and perhaps "morose." Whatever she really thinks and feels, she isn't often much inclined to talk about it. When she is, it might be better if she wasn't, as she can be extremely blunt and judgmental. On the other hand, in general she seems inclined towards courtesy and even kindness, in an extremely formal way. She has a strong personal code of honour, and her loyalty towards anyone whom she feels has earned it knows few bounds. She is also quite intellectually curious, and harbours a carefully guarded love of poetry, dancing, and flowers.
Background
As suggested by her looks, Rukhnis hails originally from the Dune Kingdoms of Eurus, and is willing to concede under sustained questioning that she was a priestess or wise woman or some similar manner of person among some clan of desert tribesmen roaming the back of beyond, whose exact name and location she declines to give. On the other hand she also seems to have spent some time as a scholar in the Mourning Isles, which perhaps explains her rather good command of the Arvani language and her haphazardly patchy knowledge about the land of Arvum itself. She is disinclined to speak about her reasons for leaving either Eurus or the Mourning Isles, or to explain how she went from there to working with a traveling troupe of entertainers, and in the northern lands of Redrain of all places. She is, however, quite willing to emphasize that she was not one of the performers, and was only there to care for and clean up after the horses. Somehow this seems to be an important point.
