PCs:Dela

Overview

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Name: Dela Jarrom
Also Known As: Dela the Seakissed, & Esme Grey
Race: Romini
Gender: Female
Age: Late 20's
Occupation: Midwife, Navigator/Cartographer, and Probably a Pirate
Class: Wizard
Familiar/Manservant: Mister Jenkins
Trust: Seeking Membership
Faith: Faithful of Blessed Mother Yeraiah
Motto: 'Nature is scary' or 'Nature is fucking scary'
Claim to Fame: SeaKissed
Birthplace: Blackwater Fenn, Seven Cities
Current Residence:

Affiliations:

• Jarrom's Blackwater Caravan
• Merchant Sailor's Hall - Andarr Branch
• Soreign Merchant Sailors Union
• Bi'Nah Sailmakers Guild
• Club of the Damned
• Abbey of Her Mortal Grace (Midwife and Precentor)
• Agate Caravan

Description

The reckless Romin herself in all her buxom glory. From her hourglass figure to her notable, some might even say famous, ever-present, and never forgotten bustline. Regardless of her attire, there is always a small blade within reach to deal with troublemakers and gawkers; she is Romini after all. Her holy amulet isn't visible as the necklace for it vanishes from view at her cleavage and into the depths. Though she speaks in a mix of Romini, Common, and Jechrain-ease now. One thing has changed and one thing hasn't changed. She learned about style and her aim sucks. You figure out which.

Most notable are the tattoos on her. Mostly nautical and ranging from a mermaid's tail from her right shoulder to her right wrist. To an anchor above a giant sea turtle on her right hand. Along her left hand is a series of stars. There are rumors of more that are unseen in public.

In her hair is an ornate, bejeweled, and possibly very old hairpin of apple blossoms and golden wheat stalks to complete the look.

History

The waters swelled, bubbles crashed into me, and my memories swept into my mind. Not little at a time but like I had jumped into the baths and immersed myself in. Overwhelming and shock took overall as memories appeared, knowledge was known, and the truth revealed. Most of it is slowly making sense.

I was Dela Jarrom and on my 14th naming day, I was to be wed to some young name of the Pugh family from the tribe around Malekia to join our two. As the day approached we departed in our wagons from Andarr following the Blackwater to Crosstreams. I had never met his boy nor wish it. To say I was upset would be akin to the old saying: without wood, the fire would die. I had lots of wood, cords of it within me. Didn't help that every waking second of my life Grandmother constantly denounced Pughs as goat lovers, liars, and betrayers to our ways. After days and days of threats to tie up in the wagon. I started to come up with a plan. Soon the Blackwater Fen would be under our wheels. We stay there often and I've made friends there too. That's where I'll make my move and Rosella can marry the Pugh for all I care. All she talked about for ten months straight is she old enough and who shall it be; not to mention bragging about the price.

On the second night that we traveled through the Blackwater Finn. The order was shouted to keep going and push through the night. Rains were expected the next day and travel would be near impossible if the marshes flooded into the forest. Realized if it did flood then even if my escape was noticed my tracks would be covered up. The night was not moonless but the clouds had started rolling in and covering the silvery glow. Soon there be a narrow turn and I could jump from the wagon without the one behind us seeing me. Which I did with the grace of rock smashing into the water. Thankfully I rolled into a ditch and laid there caked in the dirt till everyone rolled past. I ran back to the spot we would have stayed at. From there to a small village. That is where I know Jenkins from. Not his real name by any means. I could even say his real name. But that's what I've called him since I met that summer, five summers ago. I was swimming in the river and he chased the boys off. From that moment, each time we camped there. He would come with the others and greet and trade but he came to see me. We spend the time together. Shared our thoughts and dreams, and wanted to explore the world together. Jenkins hide me that night, as he knew the rains would come and that would buy us time. The next morning as the was grayed out from storms, we slipped out the village into the marshes on a little raft he had and made our way to the Blackwater.

On the Blackwater, we had to pass through Crosstreams. Not good cause the tribe was passing through there too. So we started hopping barges and offering to labor on any that were going through Crosstreams without stopping. We found one barge that was going through to met the Divalok River and then up to Stalwart on the Dentry. Jenkins was a spotter and I helped with the cooking to pay our way. We had a little trouble near the docks and ended up swimming out to a passing boat named the "The Plump Fey" and they were headed to Stalwart; agreed to take us on. What a sight we were; waterlogged Romini runaway and a wet satyr who can barely tread water. The ship was a trading ship that ferried goods from the RiverFolk up the Dentry from Crosstreams to Stalwart. Jenkins aided with the cargo and I was given the task of helping the ship's mistress. Not that kind of mistress but the owner. She was making the journey to visit family. Jenkins learned of ship life and what's expected and Miss Redglide explained the nature of life to me. She was a devoted follower of Yeraiah and spoke often of inner strength without acting like a man but using my mind and ways to be free of that and independent woman. When we reached Stalwart. We departed the ship and were instantly greeted by a man with a book and quill. Who asked our names. Jenkins spoke up rather rashly I recall. "I am Jenkins, loyal servant to Miss Esme' Grey" as he motioned to me. A man wrote our names down and welcomed Miss Redglide back to Stalwart even. Later, she even paid us for our work and bought me two dresses and two corsets. I was already more developed than most adults and couldn't even see how she laced me shut. So she taught Jenkins the skills. Then parted ways as she went to met family.

We sail on many ships and performed many jobs. All the while learning the art of sailing, of the salt, and its ways. Wasn't till the days on the Roseriver that we learn it's not open seas and good wind. Roseriver is where I took on too many bad habits cause it was all around us. All that Miss Redglide had taught me went away for pride, drink, and carnal knowledge. I was racking up conquest like the other sailors when they hit port. Even had a system. One week at sea means one lover bought and paid for. Sometimes even sold me to keep the party going. Dark days indeed. Think we left Roseriver cause the captain got a little too interested in me. Then I got left in port from The Dancing Crane somewhere in Torran Shada that was very fun. To much fun as I recall it now.

I think we caught passage to Andarr on some rat-infested ship and got home. There more of the same till Jenkins came looking for me. Finally found myself in the backroom of some brothel in a bed with more bodies than it was meant to. Shouted and scream that the ship was leaving and I had a job. Jenkins dressed me while angrily shouting about this isn't me; not who I am supposed to be and telling everyone to leave. He rushed me to the docks and up the plank but I sent him back to the brothel to retrieve my hairpins cause I never left port without them. As he vanished into the crowded pier. I motioned for the gangplank to be raised and the Captain ordered the ship to sea. Asked me if I was ready to put my merchant ship knowledge to profitable use.

Sailing and Ships Crewed

The Dragonbone - As cooks assistant and Seamstress; while Jenkins maintain paperwork of cargo hauling. Along the coast of the fallen empire

Deadcrusher - Seamstress, and mender of sail; Jenkins acted as a lookout. Private merchant escort ship that operated in Orcish waters.

The Grace - Seamstress and mender of sails; Jenkins acted as cargo master. Long haul merchant ship sailing western coast.

The Prize of Andarr - Seamstress and 3rd class navigator; Jenkins was cargo master. Operated everywhere.

Roseriver - Purser; Jenkins as a bartender. A pleasure ship that sailed along the Stalwart coast

The Dancing Crane - Navigator 1st class; Jenkins as cargo master. Long haul armed merchant ship.

Silver Star - Navigator; Jenkins as cargo master.

The Ordeal: Club of the Damned

Ordeal (noun)
or·deal /ôrˈdēl/

Definition:

• A painful or horrific experience, especially a protracted one.

• A test of guilt or innocence by the subjection of the accused to severe pain, survival of which was taken as divine proof of innocence.

We had each been fished out of the water by Captain Pink of the Baskerville and brought to Mikona. None of us had memories, we didn't know how we even ended up in the salt. Pink had dressed us we learned and each of us was found with a coral ring. Then what would be the adventure of a lifetime and the kind of shit a bard or even an entire Academy of Bards couldn't make up. Snaggletoothed woman, Fairy Overlord, Capt. Seethrough, Pink, Highfeather, the Monkey, and so many others that we worked for as we stooped and go fucking fetched for them to earn their help. Through all that, in one perfect moment. Standing on a beach, looking out of the salt. Everything hit me and I remembered everything.

Not sure they all made it in the end. I know I almost didn't. Tannar, Geoff, Punchy, and Bette did. No signs of Zily, Mol, Ted, Tabby, Manchild, or SeaSick about the clubhouse. I fear they are gone, washed away by the chaos, or just said to hell with it and started new lives. I'll pray that whichever path they found themselves on. That they are happy at least.

For me, I wandered into the chapel of Yeraiah and was greeted as Emse' Grey and welcomed as I was expected some time ago. I explained all that had occurred and was believe even. Cause Mother of All works in strange and mysterious ways. I dropped to my knees and thanked her and felt loved. Truly loved not by the moment. I've never cried as much or as hard as I did at that moment. Then I found that card was given to me days ago. Mr. Jenkins - Loyal Manservant with a note on the back stating Romini camp, outside the city gates.

The others are off remembering and picking up where they left off. I told Bette to find me if she ever needed help. We were the last two on the beach. Now, I am sitting on the back of a wagon, listening to Jenkins ramble on about his search for me as I write. He keeps bringing up plans for future voyages upon the sea. Strange land that I've even heard rumors of; Khanjar Kuro. Part of me wants to go and part of me wants to buy a wagon and travel where I can't drown... again!

Jechran

The Silver Star was charted for Jechran and it sailed there without the slightest problem. Form its arrival and several years after. Dela stayed in an abbey of Yeraiah about a day's walk from Myleah and within sight of the ocean. There she got control of herself and an understanding of who she is. When the demons attacked Dre'Ana's High Temple. Dela took to teaching her sisters at the abbey combat magic as best she could. To even her own surprise she didn't wound or kill a single sister in teaching them. Over her time there, she was offered and accepted the role of assistant to Mother Gabliania, who oversaw the abbey. In taking that role, it was expected that Dela would also clean up. Which she did. No more wild hair colors or rat nest hair. She learned to maintain her appearance and make herself presentable in various situations. She became very concerned about matters in the south when she noticed the birthrate was at zero for the month. Rumors spread and by the time they knew Dagath had died. Babies were being born left and right. Was later they heard he had returned and is rumored she said 'No Shit' to the messenger that told them as she slung a towel covered in blood and afterbirth at the messenger. Was then she started considering a life change and heading south. She knew that Bette was trying to get color-coded by that Mage Trust to learn more. Dela was thinking that maybe she should do that herself. If for any other reason. To improve herself. One day while staying in Myleah as she waited for the corsetmaker to finish. She made up her mind and informed the abbey that she would depart south in the coming days with their blessings. The blessings were given.

The Ordeal: Wagons Ahoy!

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Ordeal (noun)
or·deal /ôrˈdēl/

Definition:

1. A painful or horrific experience, especially a protracted one.
2. A test of guilt or innocence by the subjection of the accused to severe pain, survival of which was taken as divine proof of innocence.

Dela's Ordeal: Wagons Ahoy, is an emotive Plethora Approved adventure that is a side story to a much larger storyline and comes to life via her journal. Based mostly in Toran Sharda and in The Seven Cities around the Blackwater River and Blackwater Fenn as its backdrop. Given that one RL day equals three Avlis days, most posts cover two or three days of Avlis time for Dela and her loyal manservant Mister Jenkins.

Family

The Family she wasn't born to but earned

Mr. Jenkins her loyal friend and manservant
Adopted Daughter - Georgiana Matilda (Tillie) Jarrom (Age 10)

The Jarrom's last seen when Dela was 14:

Rye Jarrom - Father (Age 43)
Kizzy Jarrom (Wicks)- Mother (Age 38)

Adamu Jarrom - Brother (Age 20 and married to Kostana)
Brishan Jarrom - Brother (Age 17 and married to Violca)
Besnik Jarrom - Brother (age 10)
Nicu Jarrom - Brother (Age 3)

Corauni Jarrom- Sister (Age 22 and married to Tas Akehurst)
Orchili Jarrom - Sister (Age 16 and married to Patrin Beven)
Cojini Jarron - Sister (Age 12)
Vai Jarrom - Sister (Age 6)

Esmerelda Wicks - Grandmother

Though there are others both along the banks of the Blackwater Fenn and spread across the lands. Some she met and some she only heard stories of.

Footnotes

Theme Song: No Doubt - Just A Girl

Dela's Portrait is custom and located with the others via Portrait Change Over Process