Sanya Isilme
Sanya is a Heartstone user from the vessel Alethea. It is unknown what happened to her ship and her family, aside from the fact that her last recollection was fighting some sort of monstrous alien species. When she was discovered by the Onyx Cityship, she was inside of a crystalline lifesupport pod and emerged speaking a mishmash of Sindarin, Quenya and Tel'Quessir1)- all distinct languages associated with tatya hini.
| Sanya stood quietly as she gave an awkward salute that mimicked the one that Ari had offered. Her silver eyes easily met Remi's azure ones, both women stood at roughly the same height. Moisture still clung to her shoulder length dirty blonde hair and dampened the shoulders of the ill-fitting gray uniform jacket she had borrowed. Her complexion was pallid as one would expect from a woman that had been recovered from some a period of suspended animation and a sense of exhaustion still lingered at the edge of her eyes. Her posture was overly formal, guarded, like she was expecting something to jump out at her at any moment. If Remi had to guess, Sanya might have been in her mid to late twenties but who could really know how long she had been out in that escape pod. “The Gods greet you and bid you thanks for your hospitality and assistance,” Sanya said breaking the building silence with a polite greeting that came out in translation with a strange accent. “I am Osta en' i' Uruite Tinechor, Sanya Isilme of Alethea, daughter of Conall and Alea Isilme. I was told to present myself to you for sorting into a new path.” |
| Excerpt from “And the Gods Danced.” |
Sanya in Roleplay
Personality and Appearance
Physical Description
A lean, woman in her mid-twenties with silvery grey eyes and shoulder length, wavy dirty blonde hair. She is still unaccustomed to conventional fashion and practices and looks out of place.
Distinguishing Characteristics
A deep purple Heartstone is embedded in her chest, leading the Lavie crew to assume she is one of their “Gem Masters”. She has also indicated that she has some sort of translation chip implanted that is not properly functioning.
General Overview
Passionate, loyal and committed to working hard, she is prepared to create a future for herself, even if none is readily apparent.
Strengths & Weaknesses
Sanya is intensely curious but is still unfamiliar with the time and place she has found herself in. Her native language does not always have a standard English analog and leaves some room for interpretation.
There is an inherent loneliness to being displaced to a strange land.
Ambitions
To find a way to return home to the Alethea; learn to properly harness the power of the stone embedded in her body.
Hobbies & Interests
Sanya enjoys physical training and meditation but she is fascinated by the cultural practices of the people of the Lavie. She wants to better understand the people around her and become literate in their language - so she is trying to do as much reading as she can to learn Standard without the translator.
Background
“Tell me what was the date on your world? I also did not ask for you to explain your introduction as it’s not necessary. I am not going to send you away for saying something wrong, everyone is entitled to their own beliefs and understandings.The rules that govern soldiers do not govern civilians. I am except from such rules anyway; I am nobility after all and that comes with its own rights and responsibilities, like protecting all those under me. Some may say I am more valuable than anyone else on this ship though I disagree. As I am royalty, it is my duty to give myself for my people if that is what must happen,” she explained as she got Sanya some tea and a desert dish that was something like a cinnamon roll but from Otoria; it was like a cinnamon square with different sweet sugars atop it.
Long thin, fingers traced the rim of the tea cup and Sanya seemed pleased with the feel of the dish before she lifted the cup in both her hands. She raised her gaze to the ceiling for a moment before she lowered it again and took a careful sip of the tea. She smiled, and the warmth of the drink helped bring some color to her complexion.
“Osta,” Sanya started and paused for the translator to adjust to her intention before she tried again, “It means Defender. We are meant to protect our people and families from disharmony in the community, but we also lend our strength to the shields of our homes. Cálala, is a warrior caste leader. They hold position like our clan elder. We all work in harmony to protect our home but Osta are a shield, the Ohtatyáro - the warriors, act as the sword. We must be whole, or we will die. There are many that seek to make us prey and we do what we can to stay alive… not many survive if we are taken from our home… if I am here… it means we are lost and my family…. “
Sanya’s hand trembled and caused the cup to groan in protest. She quickly sat the cup down and closed her eyes for a moment to collect her thoughts. “We were in the age of Rauko3), in the 700th generation of the Cainen Hini4),” Sanya added once she recollected herself. “I pray that I am wrong. And they yet live.”
First discovered by the crew of the Lavie/ Onyx cityship in a crystalline encrusted escape pod as debris. She is still unable to detail how she came to be in the pod or what the Uuvanimo5) were or why or when her ship was being attacked.
Family
- Father: Conall Isilme
- Mother: Alea Isilme
- Brother: Jassin Isilme
- Sister: Leila Isilme