MASTER HEALER ALYSIAN



Persona: Alysian
Writing Status: PC/Active
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Rank: Master Healer
Residence: Ierne Island Weyr
Birthplace: unknown
Father's Name: unknown
Mother's Name: unknown

Physical Description: Alysian has straight brown hair that comes down to her shoulder blades and is cut so that it frames her face. Intense blue eyes regard the world from a heart-shaped face, taking in much without giving away anything. If a chink is to be found in her physical control, it is with her full lips that give the only clue to what is going on within.

Personality: To all outward appearance, Alysian is very calm, serene and graceful with no hint of her emotions or true feelings animating her features. Her Healer's mask, rather formidable from the time she first came to Sonnette's Dawn Hold, was perfected during her first months as a Journeywoman. A very talented -- almost instinctive -- Healer, she has complete confidence in her skills. The sheer force of that confidence, so complete and unshakeable but utterly subconscious, combined with her politely neutral features unnerves even the most persistent of those whose paths she has crossed. Since her early days as a Journeywoman, the only time she ever relaxed or lost her control was when there was no chance of another seeing.

Most have never known or will ever know more of her that the professional visage she wears, the mask she has cultivated, and the calm she has developed. Those very few that have found a friend of unshakeable loyalty, a friend they treasured deeply. Still, there is something hidden even from them.

Life Story: The keen eyes of his blue dragon caught sight of the flapping blanket on the side of the mountain and flew in for the closer look his rider wanted. Quickly checking the area, he found a leather satchel filled with healer supplies. A cold lump of dread filled his stomach as he read the signs of very recent passage in the trail. Quickly, the rider and dragon took to the air. Moments later, the yellow whirling eyes picked up the slow movement of an injured woman on the ground. Dropping to the ground, the rider moved as if he had wings of his own to her side, the satchel still clutched in one hand.

"I'm K'nser. You're hurt, and I'm taking you to SDH. Just hang on," he told the battered woman. Her eyes seemed to focus on and recognise the leather satchel. Blood caked lips parted slightly to whisper "Alysian" and then the blue eyes fluttered and closed.

Relieved she wouldn't be feeling any pain when he moved her, he picked her up. A movement to his left, much to close to his left for his liking when he thought of it later, stopped him cold for a moment. The frantic urgings of his dragon snapped him out of his trance and he ran to the safety of his lifemate. As he settled the unconscious woman on his dragon, the blue flamed the clump into oblivion. His stomach churning with revulsion, they lifted quickly and betweened to SDH infirmary.

When she woke, the rescued woman's memory was as blank as a new hide, the name she had uttered to the dragonman the sole thing she could remember. As time passed, though, it failed to be the key they hoped it would be to unlock her memory. The satchel she had recognised in the dragonrider's hand was filled with healing items. As she unpacked the satchel for the Masterhealer, she answered her seemingly idle questions about what the various uses were easily. Apparently empty, her nimble fingers had gone straight to a hidden pocket where a sharp surgical blade, needle and thread lay hidden without hesitation, confirming their suspicion that this was the owner of the satchel. This injured woman was Alysian. When she was able, the Masterhealer tested her skills more closely and determined she was at the very least a senior apprentice level if not beyond. At a loss for anything else to do and feeling the call of the Healer strangely familiar, Alysian formally decided to become a healer at SDH. Turns later, she was assigned as Masterhealer at IIW and so began the next phase of her life.

Last updated on 17-Aug-00