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Identity -

Name Petra duMont
Aliases Pet, Petra of Palisades
Pronouns Anything that suits one's fancy, but I refer to myself with he/him
Sex Tom
Age Twenty six season-cycles
DOB The twelve day-cycle of Krytehr
Status Bard, Commonfolk
House The House of THE Petra duMont is quite enough!Song Moving Mountains by Thrice
Playlist Link
Voice Claim Orpheus from Hades speaking and singing

Stature -

Might 3
Speed 4
Endurance 4
Sanity 7
(+1 END from Bard, +1 SPD from Commonfolk)

Appearances -

Any tom or molly would be smitten to have me, as I excel in a rigid standard of beauty. I stand at above average height 5'6" | 175cm, am blessed with a dancer's physique lean muscle under lithe frame. My fur is meticulously groomed to show off the silver and spotted pattern of my coat Iberian Lynx. (It also helps to maintain an IRRESISTIBLE softness). In order to deter the traveler's musk that haunts me on my journey, I even adorn myself in a hand made scent of wildflowers and herb. (I would be beside myself if a potential suitor turned their nose from the smell of me!)Despite all this I find myself traveling alone most days, with only my darling Luxelia to keep me company... Perhaps the path of the enlightened truth seeker, the ever diligent scholar, is one that is best walked alone.

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Persona -

It is hard for me to concisely write about my character in an unbiased manner, but I will attempt to do so. If someone were to find this and wonder upon the owner, I'd want them to have the clearest picture of me. To know of me as I am.I am passionate. I am joyful. I am loyal.
I am nonchalant. I am zealous. I am worldly.
I am verbose. I am unforgiving. I am aloof.My father has always joked that Luxses passed our house the night I was born and left behind a touch of wanderlust that settled in my soul. I am a restless spirit, constantly craving new experiences and people. I'm not afraid to embrace the dark underbelly of the world if it means I come out the other side with better clarity and new material for my songs. Everything is so beautiful so perfect. I wish I had time for it all. The best I can do is try to contain my euphoria to the sheet music and hope that through my music others can feel even a tenth of what I feel. Sometimes it's hard. My feelings are so intense and hard to relinquish. I find myself struggling to let go of decade old slights, the pain ever fresh in my tender heart.With all this emotion, I find it hard to share my most true and volatile self, out of fear of rejection and loss. It is so much easier to don the performer's mask that people tend to appreciate more than the bleeding heart of a frantic poet.

My strengths:
- My affinity for song writing and instruments. I can command any new instrument before me given a little time.
- I like to think I'm a bit of a social chameleon, able to blend into any group and fit right in.
- I have a knack for deescalating tense situations as a mediator.My weaknesses:
- I have a horrid aversion to grime and uncleanliness that can cloud my otherwise sound judgement.
- I wish I could just let go of hurt more easily. Life's no fun being hung up on such old and trivial things.
- I genuinely don't know how to shut my mouth. I cannot stop writing, talking, singing. It doesn't stop. Silence sickens me. But sometimes I can feel when I drag on, unable to concisely wrap up a thought. Even I wish I could get to the point sometimes.My fears:
To never be known. To be known. To lose my creative drive... And for my journey to be fruitless.My goal:
It is my utmost goal to unravel the weave that holds the sanga in such a thrall. I want to take that magic and not inspire just a singular touga, but to make all the citizens of Mazura my touga. To inspire the masses with my music is my only desire. To have them all understand the raw emotion I hold is my only wish.

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Family -

I am the son of Ludmila and Seremi Bilas and the sole child to the family. My father comes from a long line of craftsmen, partial to the carpentry trade. My mother's heritage is a mystery to me. All I know is she abandoned her family to be with my father. I hope I can learn more about her and her family on my travels...

Thoughts on Others -

LUDMILA "LUDA" BILAS
I cannot hope to ever understand why you left. I know your heart was aching, just as mine does now in your abscence.SEREMI BILAS
My gentle hearted father. I may have never found my calling had it not been for your quiet insistence in teaching me to play the lute. I owe of me to you. I only wish I could repay it in a way that was meaningful to you.I'm optimistic on more to come.

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Background -

Early Life

I was born in the modest home of a luthier in the village of Vasilyezyr. The profession of a luthier is a very niche one, not as highly sought out as other woodworking professions. There were always long periods between commissions or sales. My mother would hunt in the mountains to keep food on the table. She was always the very capable and rugged sort. Despite the hardships I couldn't have been a happier child. I never really cared for the finer things we lacked or the holes in my clothes. My parents love more than compensated for that. And I adored being around them. When I wasn't out playing with the other children in the village I was out in the wilderness hunting with mother, or traveling with father out to Briney Bay where he'd sell his wares to any travelers at the port. My father sometimes would even busk on the docks for a spare coin or two. That's really where my love of music began, I think. My father could see it in my eyes too, because on my eighth kitday he gifted me my first lute. It was a beautiful thing. He had worked on it in private for nearly two months and even splurged on some ivory embellishments. It's a damn shame I smashed the thing some three season-cycles later trying to play while dancing atop a barrel.Once I had a taste of what making music was like there was no stopping me. I stopped hunting as much as to devote myself entirely to music. Every night after supper my father would teach me a different song, different cords and melodies. As the years went on even that wasn't enough to sate my starving desire for music. My father would take me under his wing in the workshop where I would learn the craft of making instruments. I never cared for it like my father did if I'm honest. The dust and clutter was nauseating, and I'd find myself sweeping over and over just to maintain some level of cleanliness... It was worth it for those free moments when we would play together, though.I spent most of my teenage years in that workshop, toiling away and creating music in between. Eventually I'd surpass all my father's teachings and to scratch the itch I'd spend all my free time composing my own music. There was a time or two I could convince some of the local boys to sing with me. I felt so alive in those moments.

Changes

It was apparent growing up that something was always wrong with my mother. Nothing bad or evil it was like she was missing something. I would have called it heartbreak had she not seemed to loving to my father and I. When her and I were alone together on hunts there was just a certain look in her eyes. A longing that couldn't possibly be satisfied by a tranquil life with her family.When I was around fourteen my mother would sit me and my father down and explain that she was leaving us to join the Swords of Everfall. Apparently long ago she left her family to start her own with my father, and this decision has weighed heavily on her consciousness ever since. She was a warrior, loyal to a fault. She felt she could repent from the disgrace by devoting herself to defending the border. They could use her talents there. My father had already given her his blessing, though why, I could not begin to fathom. As I watched her ride off into wilderness I could feel a piece of my heart die in her wake.The years following her departure would be strained. I helped my father stay afloat the best I could. Using my bardic talents I could keep us fed and the taxes paid. We would finally catch a break when I was around twenty. A wealthy noble in Mazura's capital had taken a shine to my father's work and offered to pay for us to move out there as his sponsor. We couldn't pass up the opportunity and closed up shop, moving our lives out to the Amaranthine Citadel. Here my father would maintain steady work and I could take my time to soak up the city in all its loud and utterly radient splendor. It's here I would meet my first love, an apprenticing tattoo artist. To show my devotion I allowed him to etch his work all over my body, every pieced marked by his art. I wonder how he is now... I haven't seen him since he left after that summer.

Journies

Getting a taste of all the capital had to offer spoiled me on the simple life of a luthier my father had planned out for me. I was twenty two and wanting to see everything the world had waiting behind the walls. What other people are out there just beyond the veil? My muse was somewhere out there and I needed to find them. After a long conversation expressing my desires. My father would agree to let me go, and I've been on the road ever since. In the city I learned about the rumored magic of sanga and touga and have felt its pull ever since and will follow where ever I can learn more about it. I always make sure to write to father, make sure he's still in good health. It's certainly a relief to hear he's recently picked up an apprentice who appreciates his craft. Hopefully one day I can return to him with the fruits of my journey.

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Inventory -

Mun Info -

MUN’S NAME: Quin
TIMEZONE: EST (GMT -5)
SHIPPING?: Petra is single and ready to mingle. He's quick to love but even quicker to end things so he doesn't stray from his goals.
RP PREFERENCES: I'm pretty flexible but my go to is small informal paragraphs and script. Long form will take longer to reply. Love headcanons. :3 MORE DETAILED PREFERENCES HERE

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