NAME: Kintsugi
SPECIES: Pantoran
AGE: 19
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5’5”
WEIGHT: 120lbs
EYES: Gold
HAIR: Long, straight hair of lilac
SKIN: Light blue with gold markings
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
+ Healer: Kintsugi is a gifted healer. Not only is she skilled at mending bodies, but the young Pantoran is capable of weaving the force to soothe a troubled mind and ease an aching soul. It doesn’t matter whether you are a friend or foe; you need only ask, and she will come.
+ Mild-mannered: Kint doesn’t like to make waves, and thus, will pick her words very carefully. When a diplomatic situation threatens to become volatile or a furious soul needs to be soothed, her gentle, persuasive words are adept at diffusing such conditions.
- Soft: Kintsugi, while inherently a good person, is soft. It would take precious little energy or effort to have her turn her gifts to serve a darker purpose, as her desire to please people often outweighs her sense of morality.
- Pacifist: Perhaps it’s not a surprise that those who have spent so long with the aftermath of violence would find such abhorrent. Kint has never raised a weapon against another living being and will not do so now; for better or worse.
With her petite frame hidden behind a curtain of lilac, Kintsugi’s soft, feminine frame is seldom on display. Large eyes of gleaming gold gaze up shyly from a face of smooth cerulean blue. A timid creature, Kintsugi is almost always hiding behind something, if not her waterfall of hair, then behind a timid posture and folded arms. The only time you might see Kint lively and animated is when she is healing, when she positively glows with life.
[Play Me]
Can you imagine what it would be like to live your entire life being unable to bear children, then one day to hold your own in your arms? To stand under the sky of Pantora, staring into the billions of stars reflected in the tiny, infinite eyes of the newborn babe you were told you would never have? Can you, for a moment, take a moment to imagine the feeling of those miniscule blue fingers wrapped tightly around one of your own, holding on with more strength than you ever had? If you can, you have purity in your heart, as my mother did.
Hold onto that moment, if you would, and then imagine what would go through your mind upon hearing the sound of war being declared. Of course you would rise to that call, would you not? You can feel that fire in your heart, that desperate, fervent desire to lay down everything to protect what you’ve been given, a treasure you weren’t supposed to have. If you can picture that, then you have true courage, as my father did.
Now, for a final moment, if you would, imagine the cold of durasteel. Imagine the embrace of arms that are unfamiliar, the sound of a voice you do not know. It hurts, doesn’t it? With those previous moments, those beautiful, powerful moments you imagined, it shouldn’t have gone like this. Why couldn’t I have had you imagine something else lovely? Why couldn’t I have had you imagine a beautiful life protected from horror and violence, where these people lived together in beautiful unity until the natural end of their days? Why instead, did I have you imagine a child torn from the arms of dead parents, sent into the cold, unfeeling arms of an orphanage? If these questions roll around in your mind, then your soul burns with injustice.
Just as mine does.
01. Aftermath: Seeking Answers
02. Gold in the Seams
