Aug 10, 2006 22:10
Rune has always been on the small side, since she was born earlier than expected. A weak child, her parents were not as strict as they should have been. Lady Lo Russo also treated her as her grandchild, and so she was further spoiled. The adults in her life rarely said no to her, perhaps to make up for the fact that the only rule they strictly enforced was to stay close to an adult at all times. (She was their only child (or godchild). They were protective.)
Lady Lo Russo was kind, and generous. She taught the young Rune to read and write. With full access to the library the lady had collected over the years from her extensive travels, Rune discovered a love of learning. Her fondest memories were in that library. The little girl adored Lady Lo Russo, and childishly wanted to travel and know as much as she did when she grew up.
The only people in Rune’s life were these three adults. She didn’t get to play with other children, and eventually, Rune grew curious. She sneaked out of the house a couple of times when she was growing up, to watch them play. Too shy to actually introduce herself, she used to just stand silently and hope they’d notice her. One day they did, and the children made fun of her size, and her manner of speech (learned from adults). They stung her into anger (which was not very hard to do, admittedly), and ended up daring her into climbing an old tree to prove her worth. She managed to climb most of the way, slowly, before her strength failed her. While she was resting, she looked up to feel rather than see the flutter of enormous wings fly past, startling her. Falling from the tree, she broke her leg and fell unconscious. The local doctor was a perpetual drunk, and set her leg poorly, leaving her permanently crippled, her left leg scarred and twisted. She was left with a pronounced limp, and relied on a cane (a gift from Lady Lo Russo, who said that all the best travellers needed walking sticks anyway).
After the fall, and when Rune was walking again, she went back to the children, hoping for their acceptance. They only teased her for being a cripple as well for her initial crimes of being scrawny and over-educated. Her cane was broken that day, and Rune never went back. She stayed at the house studying, with her parents and Lady Lo Russo. When the old lady passed away, she left the house to her loyal servants and their daughter. At that point, Rune decided it was time to move on and continue the education she’d started.
Rune worships knowledge for its own sake. She’s scornful of religion and does not worship any god. Short tempered, perpetually grouchy, arrogant and bad with people, her knowledge is mainly theory based. Intelligence is all that matters to her, and knowledge a point of pride. Her interest in creatures of all types means she’s valuable to have in an adventuring party. She has also made a point of studying healing and types of healing. Not one to reveal much of herself or her past, she seeks challenges, knowledge and travel.
Physically, she’s thinner and smaller than most other 23 year olds, and does not have much strength or stamina. She prefers long robes to hide her leg, still scarred and badly damaged even after all these years. Her current cane conceals a ribbon-like blade, a weapon she’d discovered most people did not recognise. She calls it ‘Wylsyne’ as a private joke. ('Wilson'. Get it? I'm hiLARious). She hopes to find a proper tutor to instruct her on its use, however.
She has long, straight black hair that falls past her shoulders. It is usually tied out of the way. Rune’s (blue) eyes are short sighted, and her face is long and thin. She rarely smiles. Her hands are soft and delicate, with long, tapering fingers. They’re unused to manual labour, though they’re usually covered with paper cuts and ink stains. They give away her profession as an archivist, though at the moment she works as a librarian while she waits for a chance for further travel.
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