Jian Cai

Jian Cai
Social Rank	7
Fealty	Crownsworn "Crownsworn" is not in the list of possible values (Redrain, Valardin, Grayson, Thrax, Pravus, Lyceum, Crown) for this property.
House	Cai
Gender	Female
Age	33
Religion	Grace Of The Thirteen
Vocation	Priest
Height	average height
Hair Color	Black
Eye Color	Brown
Skintone	Tan
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Description

Hip-length black hair runs in silken threads down the woman's back, pins and braids used to keep the long tresses from obscrung her face more than she desires in the given moment. She's a fine-boned figure and that extends to the delicate makeup of her face, set with a slight heart-shape with a prominent chin. Her bow lips are small, her nose cute, and her eyes wide and brown. The woman's ears might be called elfin, stopping just shy of having an actual point to them.

Personality

In certain realms of mysticism, Jian might be considered tied to the element of water. She travels steadily forth, seeking to go around impediments so that she might continue her course. Where there's no path of least resistance she begins to pool up against the impediment and wear it down. And where there is no time or ability to wear it away, Jian becomes the torrent, ready to drill through even stone to make her way forward again. But most of the time she is the placid water, still and calm; reflective.

Background

Cai Jian grew up among the wealth and privilege of minor nobility. She was educated enough to show a swift mind; tutored enough to be a gifted orator; and beloved enough by her mother and father to be thought the heir to the family name and the carrier of all of its honor.

But Cai Jian knew that was not what she would do. She knew it from an early age, everytime she stood on the balconies of Daobujin Bo and looked across the city streets with their perfect makeup, their lack of crime, their lack of poverty. Cai Jian knew that she had a role to play in bringing perfection beyond the capital city and that she would do so with the grace granted by the Thirteen.

When the time came, Cai Jian joined the priesthood and spent her time in study, in contemplation. She learned patience. She learned giving. She learned that some people needed the kind of help that offering a bowl of rice could never achieve. Cai Jian took to heart the lessons she was taught.

And when Cai Jian heard a delegation was being sent to Arvum, she knew she had to go. It called to her, pulled at her. The delegation would need spiritual guidance, and so would the people of Arvum.