Cecilli
Can't you tell? The winds are whispers, and a leaf is one of the tree's many ears. For it to rustle as such is a signal they've recieved the message. I wish I had ears.
Description: Cecilli is an average-heighted woman, her build is unassuming as her almost-limping gait, the most interesting part of her posture and bodily quirks may be her penchant to be looking to the skies, the bags under her tired eyes, and the slowness of her step. Her hands are often shakey when not held to an object, and she commonly holds her gaze at half-mast, eyelids nearly closed, almost as a squint or sign of fatigue. Her hair is unkempt, in a word. While not filthy, she doesn't seem the type to brush it every day.
Personality: Cecilli is an absent-minded individual, often lost in her own thoughts or in the imagery of nature around her. The way she speaks is often addled with allegories or metaphors that may be lost on many people, and it's often that she refuses to explain. She often leans on things, particularly her staff, in absence of seating, sits whenever possible, and lays if it doesn't get in the way.
Background: Cecilli was born in the late winter, a child born to commoners struggling to keep her warm-- of course, come spring, she had survived. Her upbringing was riddled with fables and tales common in the northern shamanistic tradition, all which left behind footprints in her mind. Not just lessons and wisdom, but laws and realities of her world, an assurance that the existence of the incorporeal was just beyond touch, but communicable to her through the signs inherent in the world around her. As she grew, she only became more sure of this. Her world was filled with the supernatural, and it called to her; it was perceptible, but only barely, requiring a trained eye and the favor of the spirits, a favor won by realizing the hardships of nature through a lifetime within it. She left behind her village when she came of age, travelling within the wilderness and beyond it with a long-time friend and protector, a knight from her homeland.
| Name | Summary |
| Cirroch | A humble yet wise shaman who devotes herself wholly to The Spirits. Quite commendable. |
| Elgana | A young shaman freshly arrived to the city. She seems to be one to watch for and I hope to see great things from her in the days and months to come. It is lovely to have her with us. |
| Reese | She seems to be blessed by the spirits, wise and I do like her hood. |
| Salena | Met this Shaman in the woods. She talked about some sort of vision quest but I don't question how those on her path talk to spirits, just that fortune tends to favor their boldness. She was quick to offer brew in our travels to Arx and so guarding her along the way was an easy choice. Her unique wisdom has been an added benefit. |