Mara

Quick Stats

• Name: Mara
• Age: 81
• Gender: (cis)Female
• Height: 6'3"
• Sexuality: Pansexual (Polyamorous)
• Thematic Inspiration: Druid, Mother, Teacher, Priestess, Barbarian, Nature Paladin.

Appearance

The brilliant warmth of life radiates from this Viera, whose youthful vigor seems impossibly trapped to her form as passing summers fail to weather her resplendent beauty. Warm shades of brown color out her matronly figure with deep brown hair, soft dusky skin, and brown eyes tinted towards red. Her body curves in gentle, feminine, lines that frame her in an alluring hourglass shape. The small of her waist only made those wide, motherly, hips of her all the wider. She stood on long beautiful legs with delightfully supple thick thighs and powerful calves. 

Compared to most, Mara was massive. She towers over most of her race and other human-sized races at roughly six fulms and four ilms (6'4"). That is without counting her perky brown furred ears that added on nearly another fulm of height. She maintained completely control over her ears. During conversation one could even notice the subtle gestures made them through little twitches and turns that seemed to convey a body language only understood by other of her kind. 

Her long, healthy, locks were perhaps biggest self care obsession. Unbraided her deep brown hair could reach well past her butt. Her hair is deeply ingrained with her identity, and the thought of losing it or cutting it short filled her with dread. Healthy trimming however is more than okay and one of the only reasons why her hair has been able to grow out as long as it has. The last time it was truly cut was during the last days of her childhood.

Her graceful nymph-like figure was often clad in garments of red that sought to accentuate the shades of brown of her body. Her favorite garb are leotards that tightly hug against her supple form from hips to shoulder. Though often her leotards ended at her bust as where they cupped and framed her hefty bosom into tantalizing cleavage. 

The gentle sloping of her figure belied a strength that often hid beneath the the thickness of her form in lithe muscles not dissimilar to those of elves and fae. Her stomach, arms, and back showed the gentle definition of that musculature in satisfying grooves along the softness of her dusky skin. Worked up and strained, those gentle depressions that outlined her muscles would go deeper as straining muscles bulged under the pressure of the moment. Briefly supplanting her soft motherly smoothness with the hellion cut of a warrior. 

Background

Deep within the Golmore jungle resides the insular Viera of the Rava clan. Among them is Mara, a woman well into her years who has seen over eighty summers. For all those decades, she has remained a stalwart figure within the jungle and village. Her devotion runs as deep as the ancient roots of the trees. The idea of betraying or abandoning her people is abhorrent, but a mother's devotion threatens to push her to the edge of the core tenants of her faith- The Green Word. Her children have left the protection of the Wood for the promise of the world beyond, and no amount of faith can shackle her from something as innate as a Mother's instinct to protect her children. Even still the betrayal of her people's faith is not something she does lightly. Moons of debate with herself culminate into one decisive moment where Mara weighs all that she values against itself. Where a woman must choose between her children and her people.

Mara chose her children.

Decades before that choice was made, Mara was just a girl- Like any other in her village. The eldest daughter of the village's spiritual leader, Mara followed closely in her footsteps. She learned the rituals of her people, their stories, and most importantly the people that made up their microcosm of Rava culture. Her devotion to her people lead her from leading others through the very personal practice of green faith to education the children of her village. Mara picked up arts and crafts only so that she could share them with the village's children. Her favorite lessons to teach were the ones where she helped them make little trinkets and tokens to share with their family, or simply just for themselves. Often times the children would gift her the results of the craft projects she asked them complete, which has led her house to becoming a den of bric-a-brac that she struggles to pare down to this day.

Children had always been apart of her life- Even before she was a mother herself, or even a teacher. Mara helped as a midwife with her mother and younger sisters in their temple at the center of the village. When her was busy attending to the needs of the village, Mara was helping raise her own siblings. One would struggle to find a woman more fitting the image of motherhood than Mara. She is polite, yet firm. Ever patient and always excited to help children grow and learn of the world around them.

And any mother has fangs. Mara is no exception to that rule. She holds a commanding presence in any room, from not only size and strength but sheer presence. Mara is a warrior nearly as much as she is a mother. Years have of practice have honed her into a vicious fighter with reckless abandon that throws herself readily on the line to stand between the forces that would harm and her people. Yet everyday she is thankful for the males who patrol the jungle around their village and the fortune of the Wood herself that she need not use her skills.

Life within her village was picturesque on the surface, but her life was never short of trials. From the loss of her eldest son, to the Garlean incursion into her sacred jungle, and the steady splitting of her family before her very eyes. Mara bears each bump in the path as best she can, with a smile to hold back the sorrow that is wont to brew in such times. With the passing of her own mother, Mara has learned the importance of being an anchor for those around her.  To be the face of stability and the optimistic light of what the future may bring. She has taken up the mantle of her Mother as High Priestess within her village, but for her children she would throw it all away.

Personal Items

The Myst Cryst - A crystal that condenses mist over time into its form. How brightly the crystal glows is indicative of the concentration of mist within. The crystal is often harnessed to allow Mara to fly into her berserker rage when it is most needed. The crystal is often affixed to other jewelry of garments so that it can be elegantly incorporated into her outfits. The crystal itself is created from a sacred rite that was performed with her mother at the time she was fully accepted as a adult within the eyes of her family. 

Air Aspected Crystal Bracelet - At all times Mara is seen wearing a bracelet. Its a simple design of a leather cord attached to either end of a sliver of a crystal that has been aspected towards the air element. It glows faintly at all times, but otherwise seems to serve no discernible purpose. Nevertheless Mara is very attached to this memento, and can often be seen looking at it in quiet moments by herself with a somber expression bordering on melancholy.