Ayame Tachi

Let the pictures tell the story

I am shy until I get to know you.
I am a country girl at heart.

Ayame's Story

Ayame reflects back on her old family life on the farm.

My papa was a good man... well mayhaps not so good. Ain't gave a shite about me all my life until his death for the most part. Papa blamed me for mamma's death. She died a few days after giving birth to me is what he told me. Said he could not get a healer to come out to help. So, I told Papa I would become a healer one day. He slapped the holy shite out my face and arse, saying I would probably kill others like I killed mamma. Never mentioned that to him again, so I got a book on conjuring and hid it in my bed to try to teach myself. My brother was the same way towards me. The only diff' was I could punch my brother in the face. Dumb jerk that he was. Ain't much bigger than me and only a year older.My Papa would try to be nice sometimes and teach me leather working and how to attend to the animal's needs. Those were the good times with him. Give him a bottle and he would turn on me. Probably needed some of those spankings and mouthwashes, and was sent to bed without supper. Papa said I was like mamma, unfiltered wench would never amount to anything.My brother and I buried Papa 5 years ago on the farm when I was around 14 years old. He was drunk like usual and not alert to his surroundings. It had been storming badly and he was trying to get the bull in the barn to calm down. Ain't never seen a storm like that before, and during a huge lightning strike, the bull gored him in the gut. My brother and I were in the house and too afraid to go out. We found him the next day and buried him next to Mamma.My brother tried to be like papa, but I was not having any of that. We fought all the time about nothing important. We both tried to keep the farm going but it just was not something kids could do. Everything was falling apart. The only thing we kept up was the garden, milking the cows and gathering eggs from the hens. Then my brother left when I was 17 years old.For a year I was able to keep it going until the last cow died, I ate the hens, and the garden washed away in yet another storm. It was then that I gathered my leather working tools, and my old conjuring book, and left the farm to go to Gridania.

Ayame's IC Interest

The farm girl in me is always curious about life and those around her. One time there was a Hrothgar who showed up at our tavern with his friend.The friend nearly burned down the place, so he offered to stay and fix up the place afterward. The Hrothgar came back and started serving at the bar. A few weeks later, I learned he had no place to sleep and was sleeping on a small couch, so I offered to give him a small private space and a bed of his own in my room. He taught me about his devotion to his queen whom he misses dearly, and I developed this yearning to know more about Hrothgar and their lives.I ask a lot of questions and want to know more about Hrothgar, their lives, and their history.((RP or w/t))

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