Mindhealer Teowyn

Name: Teowyn
Age: 24
Orientation: pansexual
Gender: female

Occupation: Journeywoman Healer /  Candidate
Squad: N/A
Lodgings: the Flit

Appearance:Teowyn is average height for a woman, with a soft, curvy body. While she is in shape, she lacks the hard athletic bodies of many female riders, not that she’s jealous. She tends to wear soft fabrics that accentuate her feminine form. She prefers to dress to the nines and don the airs of a Lady. She wears professionalism and elegance as one might a glove.

Her face is heart-shaped, her nose long and thin, and the rest of her features largely fill up her face. Long, thick eyebrows arch above her large eyes, the pools of which are nearly black. Her lips are plump, and if one studies closely, give away what her eyes do not. All this is framed by long, black curls that fall well past her shoulders, and being that she is neither rider, nor laborer, she is free to leave her hair loose as she pleases. Her hair is one of her greatest vanities.

She is always extremely well groomed, and bathes daily in scented water. Teowyn is something of a perfectionist when it comes to appearance, and never is a hair out of place, a garment worn twice (before washing), nor will she leave her small room without being immaculate and feminine.

Personality: Accompanying a well taken care of body is a supple and curious mind. Teowyn likes to think, and over-analyzing comes as breathing to her. She is an intellectual, but she does not lack civility and social conscious. Teowyn is very scientific when it comes to her decisions, and while she does enjoy being wooed, she does not fall “in love” or would consider herself a romantic in the lovers sense. She takes lovers almost casually, but she is picky and never talks about them afterwards. She chose the father of her son, Teothur, logically and after much consideration. Not that the father knew that. Most of her plans and thoughts are never uttered aloud.

Teowyn is very neutral, but understanding. She’s patient with a sense of evenness about her- these things are integral to her occupation. She does not ridicule or make fun, nor is there a sarcastic bone in her body. Most people feel at ease immediately with Teowyn, there is a tranquil (some say sterile) feeling about her that transfers to the private chamber in the infirmary in which she sees patients. She speaks almost as softly as her personality, and has rarely had to ever raise her voice. She speaks firmly when needed, but has never yelled in her twenty-four turns. Unless perhaps you count her terrible twos, but even then, her mother might protest.

Above all else, she is discreet. Teowyn is a private person. You are on a need to know basis and you don’t need to know. Teowyn will never talk about her patients, rarely about her past, and especially not her sexual partners. Perhaps her attention on the other person and lack of herself in a conversation is what people seem to like about Teowyn. She is a listener, and an advice giver, but she never seems to but in about herself or try to “out do” any one when placing concerns.

Many people remember Teowyn; about her craft, her fashion sense, what she looks like and what it feels to be around her, but it is usually turns later when some one goes to recall just “who” Teowyn is and realizes they don’t know the first thing about her. Even if they consider themselves one of her best friends.

History:"Some say the mind is a puzzle, still others say it is a woven tapestry, but I say the mind is a distant plain, and no two minds are the same, just as no two tracts of land are the same. If you take the time and talk with someone, you can explore this land: see where there are hills, and trees. In the cases of some people there are great pits and rugged mountains. The mind never ends, it just goes on, you cannot destroy a mountain once it is there, but you can help a person climb it and get over it. They can learn to not be afraid of their past. That is what I want to do. Help them climb their mountains." – Teowyn

Growing up, Teowyn loved to hear the story about how her father met her mother, and so, Nikolay would tell the children in dramatic fashion, “the most ordinary story you will ever hear.” Teowyn’s father was a son of a trader, who had trained as a healer, but had the heart of an explorer. He liked to get out of the Neath and see the Surface. It was on the Surface that he noticed a young woman there who had the beauty of the sun and earth in her- The sun had kissed her skin, but her hair her body belonged to the earth. She was strong, but feminine, her hair was dark like the richest soil. Though her eyes were almost golden, the honey brown that they were. Nikolay had made excuses to check on her brother, even after he knew the boy had healed, all just to take a glimpse of this woman with one foot in the heavens and on firmly on the ground. Amaretta was not some dreamy daughter of a lord, Amaretta was smart, and he desired such closeness as any sensitive soul would.

The Masters needed his services, so he brought Amaretta back with him, and since then he called her his wife.
Other children followed after Teowyn, but it seemed clear as she grew up, that Nikolay seemed to favor her. Especially after she expressed curiosity about his work. By the time she was nine, Nikolay had ‘apprenticed’ her, and she shadowed him and did all that he told her. There were other children with healer aspirations that became apprentices though few had seemed as engaged as Teowyn. Twice apprentices came and went as they wanted to stand for dragons, and every time one did, her father would remark on it solemnly, as if one had died. “Such talent,” he would say sadly, and then look at his daughter with hard eyes, “I hope you don’t have such fanciful notions as to giving up your talents.” She’d always say, “no, Papa,” though secretly, she had always wondered what it was like-dragon bond.  But becoming a dragonrider meant signing a contract with the Masters, becoming their property and doing their bidding. A dragonman was not a free man. Teowyn never had dreams of going up to the Surface like her father had, but she wasn't aspiring to be a dragonrider either. She just wondered how the mind link worked.

Just after she became a journeyman at age 21, Teowyn decided it was her duty to supply the Neath with at least one replacement for herself. It was a very logical decision and not at all passionate. Well, not really. She picked a man out that from her observations had a good reputation, a sound mind (she had not counseled him at all) a strong body and some form of morals and ethics. She did not let him believe anything but that Teothur was a product of their passions, like so many other children of the Neath. She sent her son to be fostered with her younger sister, who had a child about the same age and worked along side her husband as a merchant. Teowyn sees her son often, and plans on being a very constant figure in his life, knowing how much her own has profited by having a strong influence of her parents growing up.

She spends her days in the infirmary taking care of your “normal” healing cases, but most of her afternoons are spend in a private chamber in the infirmary seeing patients about more emotional issues (think therapist).

More recently she has been pressed into standing for a dragon clutch by the Enforcers. Some thought she would be a good interrogator. People generally volunteered to talk to Teowyn in her practice. She supposed she'd be good as a profiler or some aid in analyzing would-be criminals. It grieved her father to hear, and in truth it grieves her. She hopes that no dragon will find her acceptable, as she has no desire to become an Enforcer. There is a curiosity, and admiration of the beauty of dragons, but she fears of who she might become as a Enforcer. Could dragon bond be worth giving up her current life?

Family:Maternal Grandfather: Teofil, surface dwellers (deceased)
Maternal Grandmother: Marwyn, surface dwellers (deceased)
(several aunts and uncles with a plethora of children all at the cothold.)

Father: Nikolay, healer in the Neath (50)
Mother: Amaretta, cook (43)

Sister: Niketta, merchant's wife (22)
Brother: Amanik, apprentice healer (19)
Sister: Amalaya, candidate (17)
Brother: Nikoret, apprentice healer/candidate (15)

Son: Teothur (2)