Csilla Kato
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Coming from humble beginnings, Csilla dresses simply in the fashion of the settlement of Pannoa. In spite of her ordinary upbringing, she carries herself with feminine grace while never being too dainty to carry out hard chores, at least normally. While not considered the most beautiful woman in the world, she is still noteworthy in terms of beauty.
Due to illness, her skin has grown pale, her lips and around her eyes have a blueish tint, and she's become thinner. She still has plenty of awareness and intelligence in her eyes however.
Equipment: Embroidery hoop
Sewing needles
pins
Threads of multiple colors
Mint based medicine
Skills and Abilities: Thread Spinning
Weaving
Sewing/tailoring
Embroidery
Contagious: Though the chances of being infected with her illness are low for healthy individuals, those with compromised immune systems are more vulnerable.
Biography: Csilla's family had been among the lucky ones to get onto the boat that saved their lives from the flood, but among the unlucky ones that did not make it to landfall. After the strenuous months at sea, an illness claimed each family member one by one. With no medicine to cure the along with the harsh conditions of the ship, Csilla arrived to the Isles alone.
The illness that ravaged her family has taken root in her as well, and has weakened her considerably. With no cure among them all they can offer is sympathy and comfort, and all she can offer in return is quiet busywork. With the time she has left she has been spending it praying or mending clothes,sails and other cloth based necessities that have been torn. Whenever she is not overburdened by work or her illness, she will take a stroll along the coast.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Csilla Kato on Jul 23, 2021 15:35:11 GMT -5
Even in the face of trials and hardship, Pannoans have remembered the importance of leisure and relaxation as good for the body, mind and soul. Too much of anything, even work, can be detrimental to the new colony, after all. As such, it is not uncommon to see someone walk the paths leading to the seaside for those who need to get some distance from the busy hustle and bustle of the budding settlement. Bring a picnic or come take a stroll, this could be the place for a well fated encounter!
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Csilla Kato
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Coming from humble beginnings, Csilla dresses simply in the fashion of the settlement of Pannoa. In spite of her ordinary upbringing, she carries herself with feminine grace while never being too dainty to carry out hard chores, at least normally. While not considered the most beautiful woman in the world, she is still noteworthy in terms of beauty.
Due to illness, her skin has grown pale, her lips and around her eyes have a blueish tint, and she's become thinner. She still has plenty of awareness and intelligence in her eyes however.
Equipment: Embroidery hoop
Sewing needles
pins
Threads of multiple colors
Mint based medicine
Skills and Abilities: Thread Spinning
Weaving
Sewing/tailoring
Embroidery
Contagious: Though the chances of being infected with her illness are low for healthy individuals, those with compromised immune systems are more vulnerable.
Biography: Csilla's family had been among the lucky ones to get onto the boat that saved their lives from the flood, but among the unlucky ones that did not make it to landfall. After the strenuous months at sea, an illness claimed each family member one by one. With no medicine to cure the along with the harsh conditions of the ship, Csilla arrived to the Isles alone.
The illness that ravaged her family has taken root in her as well, and has weakened her considerably. With no cure among them all they can offer is sympathy and comfort, and all she can offer in return is quiet busywork. With the time she has left she has been spending it praying or mending clothes,sails and other cloth based necessities that have been torn. Whenever she is not overburdened by work or her illness, she will take a stroll along the coast.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Csilla Kato on Jul 24, 2021 1:21:49 GMT -5
Csilla had always taken joy in the little things, but today felt like such an occasion that she couldn't help but smile readily. Usually, if she didn't invite company she'd be taking this stroll by herself against the advice of those who took responsibility for her health and care. It never quite stopped her before, but as the days passed it seemed like she could find less and less time and energy to leave the settlement. Today was an exception, as New Pannoa's very guardian had been the one to issue the invitation to a picnic. Of course, she could only agree!
Most people liked Zasha, Csilla was no exception. Even before they made landfall they had spoken, though at the time it was far more brief due to Csilla's mourning. The Reverend besides, Zasha had been a recurring presence in her life even after they'd realized she had the misfortune of contracting her family's illness. It was becoming more and more of a rare commodity these days as others simply avoided her beyond the menial work she could provide. The seamstress understood, not everyone had it in them to endure the sadness of her situation with her. Still, Zasha made time to do just that. A true daughter of the Reverend she was, and just as much a beacon of light. Sometimes literally with all the fire.
Walking at a Leisurely pace, the sick woman could keep up just fine as long as they didn’t rush. She smiled warmly to Zasha as she saw the shoreline get closer. Everything seemed to align well today as her symptoms had eased a bit that morning likely due to the nice weather. The smell of salt was both familiar and comforting as it reminded her of childhood summers that practically felt like a different life now. She wore a light fabric dress that billowed and danced in the breeze, while her brown hair was casually braided down with fragrant white whild flowers. It was all simple and easy to arrange but it proved she was in good spirits enough to put in the bit of extra effort.
“It was very kind of you to invite me out, Zasha. With how busy you must be lately its heartening that you’d still make time to spend with me. Are you sure you don’t need me to carry anything? I still have it in me you know.”
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Zasha Tolstov
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Zasha is a lithe and lanky woman, standing a good 6' 5" tall. She is almost purely muscle, with an aggressive stance to match. Her bleached hair remains in a ponytail with long bangs and an severe undercut. Tattoos of various rules and symbols seem etched into her arms and shoulders. Each one radiates a green energy that grows in intensity to match her temper.
She wears a jumpsuit with the top pulled down and tied around her waist, with the legs tucked into calf high stockings. A pair of reinforced gloves and goggles never leave her side.
Equipment: · Reinforced gloves with built in brass knuckles
· Goggles with sea glass green lenses
· Blessed bandana usually tied around her right arm
. Earnings made from the teeth of a wild beast
· Steel skinning knife
· Heavy crossbow
Skills and Abilities: Zasha is a master of boxing and martial arts. Her particular school focused on overwhelming offensive manoeuvres and an almost dance-like agility. Her dexterity and poise are honed to a fine art.
A lifetime of service to The Reverend gives Zasha token book knowledge of a few academic subjects. Her particular passion concerns history and labour rights movements.
In addition, Zasha believes herself to be possessed by a spirit that enhances her aggressive actions and attitudes.
Biography: "My name is Zasha Tolstov", at least that is what a handwritten card left in the basket with her claimed. As a baby, Tolstov arrived in a wicker basket on the front step of The Reverend's home. He took the baby in and raised her as his protege and helper, watching in awe as she grew tall quickly. Her physical prowess was evident from a young age after she protected The Reverend from a band of would be thevies.
Since her youth, she has been a constant companion to The Reverend, helping him serve the sizeable flock which attended his cathedral. No spare moment would see waste as Zasha worked and trained wherever she could.
Now, following the total destruction of her old homeland, Zasha finds herself possessed by some spirit, invisible to all but her and The Reverend.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:52:20 GMT -5
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Post by Zasha Tolstov on Jul 27, 2021 15:06:43 GMT -5
Zasha inhales the scent of the brine. It isn’t as sharp as back home, nor are the winds as boisterous. The birds sound different too. These lackluster comparisons aside, this was as close to the Old Country as things got these days. If she closed her eyes and focused hard enough, she could almost pretend to hear the bells of Saint Tarsus. The dull ache inside Zasha turns her away from the nostalgic sensations of home. She is here, today, with Csilla. Today is their little picnic to help give both women a distraction from their various responsibilities and day to day concerns. Today is for the here and now. Csilla works so hard every day. Her work isn’t thankless by any means, but Zasha knows how grueling it can be to work and work without any sort of fun to look forward to. Before leaving, Zasha asked three different friends if the light lunch she packed would be enough food, which unhelpfulled left her with three different answers. In the end, she went with a few sandwiches on dark rye. Zasha used up the last of her mustard reserves for this luncheon, a fact she hopes will find resolution as the settlement grows. Who would have ever expected mustard would be such a rare commodity? A handful of bright green apples, tart and crisp, unlike the delicate deep red ones from home, and two bottles of crystal clear water from the spring near the settlement accompany the sandwiches and Zasha’s tea set. Rounding things out is a bunch of the strange yellow fruits that grow all over the place around New Pannoa. Inside their leathery peel is a soft sweet fruit. Surely this will be enough food. “It’s just the one basket and our blanket and cushions, friend, otherwise I’d be happy to let you share the load! Besides, today is when we get to put down our heavy burdens for just a bit.” Walking backwards so she can meet Csilla’s gaze as the two stroll to the beach, Zasha stops to feel the soft sand underfoot. An idea seizes her suddenly. “I’ve been practicing a little parlour trick with sand, Csilla, watch this.” Carefully, Zasha takes up a scoop of sand in one hand. She gives a small puff of air into her other hand, before joining the two together in a rough sphere. She leaves a tiny gap between her thumb and index finger of her left hand, allowing a glimpse into the slapdash crucible. Her hands burst into flames, before turning a bright green-white with the pure heat. Focusing the heat inwards to her palms takes but a moment of concentration. The temperature within the handmade firing device soars higher and higher. Inside, the sand begins to melt and turn liquid. Impurities sizzle and pop before surrendering to the almighty force of heat. Zasha incrementally reduces the heat emanating from her hands and begins rolling her palms back and forth against each other. The trick, she thinks, is to slowly cool the glass so it doesn’t crack. Between her hands, a molten lump and glowing glass smokes. A few motions this way, a pinching and appalling that way, and soon Zasha holds a tiny glass figuring in the shape of a great whale. A blue-green tint, like that of the ocean itself, creeps in as the glass begins to cool. “For you! Sort of just made the first thing I thought of, but hey! It worked better than I thought.” A lopsided smile precedes Zasha pausing for a moment before giving the little figurine to Csilla. The glass sends the sunlight from above refracting out onto the sand below. Zasha works her face into a neutral smirk to cover her surprise at this outcome, hoping to pass this prismatic effect off as fully intentional.
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Csilla Kato
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Coming from humble beginnings, Csilla dresses simply in the fashion of the settlement of Pannoa. In spite of her ordinary upbringing, she carries herself with feminine grace while never being too dainty to carry out hard chores, at least normally. While not considered the most beautiful woman in the world, she is still noteworthy in terms of beauty.
Due to illness, her skin has grown pale, her lips and around her eyes have a blueish tint, and she's become thinner. She still has plenty of awareness and intelligence in her eyes however.
Equipment: Embroidery hoop
Sewing needles
pins
Threads of multiple colors
Mint based medicine
Skills and Abilities: Thread Spinning
Weaving
Sewing/tailoring
Embroidery
Contagious: Though the chances of being infected with her illness are low for healthy individuals, those with compromised immune systems are more vulnerable.
Biography: Csilla's family had been among the lucky ones to get onto the boat that saved their lives from the flood, but among the unlucky ones that did not make it to landfall. After the strenuous months at sea, an illness claimed each family member one by one. With no medicine to cure the along with the harsh conditions of the ship, Csilla arrived to the Isles alone.
The illness that ravaged her family has taken root in her as well, and has weakened her considerably. With no cure among them all they can offer is sympathy and comfort, and all she can offer in return is quiet busywork. With the time she has left she has been spending it praying or mending clothes,sails and other cloth based necessities that have been torn. Whenever she is not overburdened by work or her illness, she will take a stroll along the coast.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Csilla Kato on Aug 5, 2021 19:11:57 GMT -5
"Letting down my burdens shouldn't be placed squarely on you either, or do you intend to be a workhorse your entire life?" Csilla teased as she watched the reckless way Zasha walked backwards. That was how people tripped in uneven places like sand, but the woman had a surprising amount of balance for her tougher lifestyle. Then again by now, who didn't have to sudden make use of mostly dormant skills?
Speaking of skills, After their picnic had been eased onto the sand, Csilla busied herself with the place setting for their lunch. A few pats and brushes, the blanket was evened out, as was the sand underneath so there would be no uncomfortable lumps. It was the considerate attention to detail that had been honed through her years that not only made her a good seamstress, but also an attentive wife and mother should that have been her path in life. She'd just set down the small clay plates that Zasha called her attention more urgently.
She hadn't been the only one to have honed skills, except she got to witness with her own eyes and act that was nothing short of a miracle- Okay, so she was aware if was heat melting sand into glass, but she'd felt the heat of a glass oven before from a family friend's workshop and she was no stranger to the amount of heat needed to pull off such a feat. In all honesty, she'd be lying if someone asked if she'd seen Zasha's artistic side, and yet today she had that wonderful privilege. The Whale was simple, but it was smooth and beautiful. Looking at it she could almost hear the distant whale songs from some of her fondest memories. Despite her initial tentativeness at the idea of holding what was molten glass but a few seconds ago, she trusted Zasha and held it aloft to the sun so the colors would become so clear. Her eyes were lit with life and joy as the radiant effect of the sun passing through it was so beautiful in such bleak times it nearly brought tears to her eyes.
"You truly are blessed Zasha! It's so beautiful, I will be sure to cherish it always!" Csilla grinned widely while a gentle turn of the object sent the glittering rainbows spinning gently. "How on earth did you discover this skill? Certainly, with enough practice you could really make our new home beautiful as well. And houses with such glass windows! Would that not be a sight to see someday?"
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Zasha Tolstov
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Appearance: Zasha is a lithe and lanky woman, standing a good 6' 5" tall. She is almost purely muscle, with an aggressive stance to match. Her bleached hair remains in a ponytail with long bangs and an severe undercut. Tattoos of various rules and symbols seem etched into her arms and shoulders. Each one radiates a green energy that grows in intensity to match her temper.
She wears a jumpsuit with the top pulled down and tied around her waist, with the legs tucked into calf high stockings. A pair of reinforced gloves and goggles never leave her side.
Equipment: · Reinforced gloves with built in brass knuckles
· Goggles with sea glass green lenses
· Blessed bandana usually tied around her right arm
. Earnings made from the teeth of a wild beast
· Steel skinning knife
· Heavy crossbow
Skills and Abilities: Zasha is a master of boxing and martial arts. Her particular school focused on overwhelming offensive manoeuvres and an almost dance-like agility. Her dexterity and poise are honed to a fine art.
A lifetime of service to The Reverend gives Zasha token book knowledge of a few academic subjects. Her particular passion concerns history and labour rights movements.
In addition, Zasha believes herself to be possessed by a spirit that enhances her aggressive actions and attitudes.
Biography: "My name is Zasha Tolstov", at least that is what a handwritten card left in the basket with her claimed. As a baby, Tolstov arrived in a wicker basket on the front step of The Reverend's home. He took the baby in and raised her as his protege and helper, watching in awe as she grew tall quickly. Her physical prowess was evident from a young age after she protected The Reverend from a band of would be thevies.
Since her youth, she has been a constant companion to The Reverend, helping him serve the sizeable flock which attended his cathedral. No spare moment would see waste as Zasha worked and trained wherever she could.
Now, following the total destruction of her old homeland, Zasha finds herself possessed by some spirit, invisible to all but her and The Reverend.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 15:52:20 GMT -5
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Post by Zasha Tolstov on Aug 9, 2021 22:48:51 GMT -5
Of course her shoulders were fit for burdens! Zasha knew her work ethic wasn’t exactly healthy, but keeping busy was the only true remedy to the dreams of home. One can’t focus on the past when they are too exhausted to stand. She had even taken to trying her hand at math and figures again. This was in a foolhardy attempt to help with the massive construction effort to provide all the survivors with tidy little houses built to their needs. Compared to all that, taking time out with Csilla was a vacation!
Zasha wants to say something about this, but the words don’t sound right in her head. Csilla needs lighthearted fun! The way she smiled at the little trinket brings Zasha back to the moment with a flushed face. Was the day getting warmer?
“It’s nothing, really. I wondered how hot I could go, so I tried it out on a few different things. I got the idea watching this man make marbles back off Exeter Row back home. He’d get this mix of stuff glowing hot, and then shape it into those colourful little stones. I barely remember asking him what was in it. Sand was at least one of the ingredients! The rest was just a matter of finding sand and getting to melt. No idea how to do the colours, really. That was a happy accident.”
Zasha shifts into a cross legged pose on the soft blanket. It was pleasant, sitting here in the warmth of the day with her friend. The seabirds, winging this way and that, add their calls to the whole experience. It was odd, hearing wholly foreign sounding birds.They sounded nothing like the ones back in the Sabbioncello harbours.
“I'm just as blessed as anyone else, really,” Zasha shrugs as she moves to take an apple from the basket, “We all have our talents. You’re a damn sight better with those little needles and tiny things than I. No idea how you do it. And you manage to just, you know, say things that need to be said and listen at the same time. Maybe it’s the company I keep, but having someone do both as well as you do is rare.”
Zasha uses a small knife to cut her apple into little slices. Little sear marks touch the flesh of the apples as she flash heats them before inserting the hot morsels into her sandwich. Was it an odd combination of flavours? Probably. But the sweetness of the apple matches the savoury smokiness of the cheese so well.
“Did you ever wake up and decide to be good at what you do, Csilla? Or did you just wake up one day and suddenly realize that all the time you spent with needle and thread made you able to make them do pretty much whatever you want?”
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Csilla Kato
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Coming from humble beginnings, Csilla dresses simply in the fashion of the settlement of Pannoa. In spite of her ordinary upbringing, she carries herself with feminine grace while never being too dainty to carry out hard chores, at least normally. While not considered the most beautiful woman in the world, she is still noteworthy in terms of beauty.
Due to illness, her skin has grown pale, her lips and around her eyes have a blueish tint, and she's become thinner. She still has plenty of awareness and intelligence in her eyes however.
Equipment: Embroidery hoop
Sewing needles
pins
Threads of multiple colors
Mint based medicine
Skills and Abilities: Thread Spinning
Weaving
Sewing/tailoring
Embroidery
Contagious: Though the chances of being infected with her illness are low for healthy individuals, those with compromised immune systems are more vulnerable.
Biography: Csilla's family had been among the lucky ones to get onto the boat that saved their lives from the flood, but among the unlucky ones that did not make it to landfall. After the strenuous months at sea, an illness claimed each family member one by one. With no medicine to cure the along with the harsh conditions of the ship, Csilla arrived to the Isles alone.
The illness that ravaged her family has taken root in her as well, and has weakened her considerably. With no cure among them all they can offer is sympathy and comfort, and all she can offer in return is quiet busywork. With the time she has left she has been spending it praying or mending clothes,sails and other cloth based necessities that have been torn. Whenever she is not overburdened by work or her illness, she will take a stroll along the coast.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Csilla Kato on Aug 13, 2021 18:34:38 GMT -5
A peculiar story from Zasha's childhood brought to light how she even thought to attempt such a feat. So there were others-or used to be- that shared her talents. Until she'd met Zasha and personally seen the feats she could do she might have mistakenly thought others were good at stretching the truth. While Zasha recalled, Csilla had helped herself to one of the sandwiches. The scent of the sharp mustard on dark rye brought back so many memories of home. Such a simple dish she'd once taken for granted, now she wished in their haste for safety they had thought of taking one of their jars with them. Hopefully mustard seeds had found their way onto the ships. She hadn't been privy to the knowledge of their overall stock.
The seamstress ate the sandwich with a bit of cheese but watched her companion add apple to theirs. It was a puzzling combination, and yet, she understood how it could work together. The apples here weren't like the juicy red ones from home, but they were still familiar enough in taste and texture to be a subtle substitute.
There was a smile, and her palor had a bit of color return to it when Zasha complimented her demeanor. Many could compliment her beauty, or her work, but not many managed to compliment her as a friend. "Listening is the least I can do, for all everyone does for me. You know I enjoy our chats the most. Few people have as much warmth to share as you do." A hand gently taped over her own heart to denote her sincerity.
"Ah, you mean sewing and embroidery? Well.. to be honest I've always worked with needles from as far as I remember. I remember not yet seeing my eleventh summer that my mother had a tutor teach me to make lace in order to help with the family business. I suppose I never did get the chance to try other things, so perhaps its a bit of both worlds? What would you be doing if you could choose anything?" She'd never thought about it. she took a another bite while the cogs in her head spun. Had she been born to a different family, would she have had different skills and interests? She enjoyed needlework, and seeing pleased smiles at little things like the right ruffles and fit did fill her heart with joy. "Oh, that reminds me, I've finished fixing the clothes for you. I reinforced the fabric with something sturdier on the hems, that should prevent it from tearing on the wood and nails. You've lost a bit of weight, so I added a couple stitches to keep the excess fabric from snagging. They are easy to undo should you gain it back again, so no worries about that either."
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