Aaliyah

Character Name: Aaliyah, Aunty LiLi, Aunty Liyah, Aunty (Played on Mineymonkey)

Race: Human

Age: 58

Gender: Female

Character Description:

(At least one to two paragraphs describing your character’s physical appearance, including height, eye color, and skin tone.)

As an Easterner, her complexion was darker than the other races. Even so, it is considerably dark, her complexion hiding aging marks quite well, but her amber eyes showed the wisdom of her age.

She stands to be 5'3", partially due to the slight hunch she carries. There is a quite noticeable limp in her right leg and her hands hardly could keep still. Though the loss of her dexterity in age did not stop her from most tasks. Her calloused hands help protect from the needle when stitching and to a degree, the knife when cooking.

Her hair is braided and filled with small golden accents, as are the earrings she wears. Her typical wear is quite free-flowing, having the wind keep her cool and protecting her skin from the sand and sun she is exposed to in the desert.

Character Occupation: (Optional)

Cooking and plant gathering are her main points of knowledge. She knows simple repair and patchwork of garments. She has "done" it all so to speak at some point in her life, but never quite pursued any for a long period of time to culminate a better understanding outside of gathering plants and cooking them.

Character Personality/Traits:

A warm, kind, and generous woman. Someone who wishes to see everyone prosper and enjoy the gift that Hadiqa provides. Although she is not naive and understands that people have free will and that she can only offer advice and guidance, she welcomes them in with open arms if they make a mistake. She is a very accepting person and holds a firm belief that all walks of life are worth living.

Character Biography:

(At least three paragraphs describing your character's history and experiences, you must reference server lore)

Aliyah is an Easterner for the tribe that follows Hadiqa. She never quite had her own childhood as she was required to quickly mature and take care of the younger children. Cleaning wounds, feeding mouths, fixing garments, and scolding when appropriate. A lot of her skills were gathered from her mother; she who showed her what aloe vera was ready and how to use the meat to clean cuts and care for them, to maintaining clothes and fixing by patchwork, what cactus could be prepared to eat, what peppers would go with what dish. A lot this fundamental knowledge passed down from her mother to her, was built upon over her years of taking care of children.

These skills saw consistent use as with any of the eastern tribes, they were nomadic. The constant movement saw increased wear and tear and gathering and hunting for food had a similar effect as well. Of course, growing plants is a foreign concept to her. Not many ways can one grow in the desert. No place would be functionally safe to settle and carrying a potted plant just meant less weight to carry water.

Over the many years, she became a well-loved elder in the tribe. The newer generations always being taken care by her in some way or form. It Takes a Village rings quite true in her ears. She herself never bore any child but has come to love and accept all the tribe members as her children. 

Not many called her by her name save for her parents and brother, as most of the children younger than her called her Aunty, and some added in their personal pet names. There were two particular children in the tribe that would call her Aunty LiLi, Afnan, and Ishya. The two twins born from her brother never quite received any different attention compared to the rest of the children in the tribe. They were all her children to her.

Things were different when her brother and her niece, Afnan were gone. She was always walking a fine line with her sister-in-law, Ishya, and the rest of the tribe. Trying to comfort Ishya and her mother, while taking care of the tribe. The downside of being the caretaker is that there isn’t always a person to take care of you. She struggled deeply with the loss, and never quite had the time to process it.

Time continued on, and on and on. The caregiver grew old and tired. They wanted to experience the gift given to them by Hadiqa and Jyme. So they left. First to Siru, the city unaffected by the Winter cycle of the Ajulhaya, from there, she learned of the West. How the races seem to live in a shaky harmony with one another, bonded together by the Cult.

The events of the West had little impact on her life in the East, she knew that she would learn of these travesties. She had her own set of issues in the desert. It was a dangerous place ripe with life and death. From the sandworms and aljuhaya, to the dukhani and Lilu. There was always danger in the nomadic life she and the tribes lived. Even leaving their home in the desert to escape the winters.

The crossroads was a particular interest to her. Once the danger passed, perhaps then she could settle there, and build a gathering place for weary travelers. Her thoughts were racing, ideas and concepts coming to mind as she set sail to the West. Her mind was like that of the primordial sea, with infinite possibility and potential. Finally, a place to rest and settle, such a foreign concept.

Other/Extra: 

&2Aaliyah's Bracelet

&aA simple bracelet that many had worked on.

&aA gift from the tribe so that she can remember

&aeach and every one of them. It was a dainty

&aunfasionable thing that many children had

&atouched. Sweet drawings were placed and

&ashody craftsmanship was mixed with decent work.