Archlector Wylla of Jayus
Never give up art. Creation is all we are. Without it, our lives are empty as the void.
Social Rank: 5
Concept: Dreamer Facing Reality
Marital Status: Godsworn
Religion: Pantheon; Jayus
Hair Color: flame red
Eye Color: brilliant blue
Skintone: freckled fair
Description: Though many of the women of her line are tall, Wylla is short-stacked and lushly curved. Her hair is a dramatic mane of fiery curls, framing a heart-shaped face of milky hue, dusted with dozens of tiny freckles -- not quite so much that she has more freckle than face, but it's a joke that has been made in the past and made her blush furiously. Her lips are thin beneath a small, pointed nose. Her eyes are brilliant blue, wide and deep and full of an idealist's dreams as yet unfractured.
Personality: Warm and quiet by nature with a dreamer's bright eyes, Wylla is growing into her maturity with the support of her faith behind her. Creativity and art call her most, and she connects to people through these mediums far better than any other way. Flirting, for example, makes her blush ridiculously despite the gravity of her status. She can be a bit dithery. She is a loving, compassionate person, but deep within her is the spark of an ember of fiery passion, and once her temper is roused -- a difficult feat to accomplish -- she has the capacity to change from shy and mousy to terrifying in her ferocity. The blood of Halfshav Dukes that runs in her veins, perhaps.
Background: Wylla was definitely born in the wrong house. Sometimes when she was a girl, surrounded by a history of warriors and glory, she thought that someone had somehow switched her at birth, perhaps with someone from a family of craftsmen -- people who were small and quiet and knew what they wanted. Of course -- she had the looks of her family, with her bright red hair and milky skin and freckles, so it couldn't really be so. But she definitely didn't have the martial theme that seemed so common in her house.
All Wylla wanted was to paint. Even when she was a little girl, her spare time was spent in ink and charcoal and paint. Outside, she made snow sculptures. But it was with ink and paint and brush that she always excelled. She was called to the work, and so it was not actually /that/ much of a surprise when, coming to the capital with her family, it was the Shrine of Jayus that most often called the paint-stained little girl to its benches and festivals. She followed an old priest of Jayus there around, and he frequently suggested discipleship to her, but she always felt sad about it. Being a lay dedicate for Jayus seemed like half measures. At 16, she chose to do it anyway.
At 22, Wylla was all set to marry into a lesser house. It was three days before her wedding day when, painting in her room, she suddenly burst into tears. The images would not come. Nothing would come to her. She wept inconsolably and lay in bed for a day and a night. She broke off the marriage after that, and went to join the Faith, not as a lay dedicate, but as a godsworn, for the marriage of her heart was to the gods.
It caused trouble for her family. But the Faith was her new family now.
Being a priest was difficult for Wylla, especially at first. Art and creativity called her, but people did not. She was socially awkward and uncomfortable. It took her time to grow and learn. But connecting with people through art worked well for her, so it only made sense that she worked so much with Jayus's dedicates. When the Archlector of Jayus, her old mentor, passed away, it was his desire that she succeed him. She's still getting used to it.
|Braith||The Archlector is perfect in her role. Seeing how the general populace reacts to her easily reminds us of everything we are blessed with in Arx. Long live the Blessed.|
|Gunnar||Eyecatching, thoughtful, and perhaps easily distracted - still, an interesting woman I'd be glad to speak with again.|
|Ilira||I fear the eve she and I share drinks; our waxing lyrical and philosophical might clear the bar. Sweet, dreamy, and intensely so, she retains a youth and innocence within her wisdom.|
|Mabelle||Despite the flame of her hair, the Archlector is shy and quiet, very pleasant and welcoming.|
|Rosalind||She answered all my questions. Like--all of them! And gave sound advice. And uh..She's Ariks aunt. Which is kinda shocking. She's not loud or anything. And I think she misses home, you can see it on her face. All an all, she seems pretty nice. Guarded I think, but nice!|
|Sirius||I had never seen a face that could chance its coloration so seamlessly, so easily. A burgeoning soul of cultivated wisdom and imagination, come to deliver us all from the doom and gloom of our generation. Her task is impossible, success unthinkable, but like any true creator, I know she will fail spectacularly.|
|Zoey||Insightful and somewhat comforting. I am glad she is here to help me see my path.|