Dusker Silksong
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2025 11:04 pm
Dusker Silksong
"May the stars guide us..."
Race: Cadouri
Date of Birth: 9th Cylus, 701
Age: 24 Arcs old
Race: Cadouri
Date of Birth: 9th Cylus, 701
Age: 24 Arcs old
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Dusker Silksong
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Race: Cadouri
Date of Birth: 9th Cylus, 701
Age: 24 Arcs old
Personality [Approved CS]
Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2025 11:04 pm
Personality
"...may they ignite the path ahead..."
- Soft spoken, often times ushering in naught more than simple whispers, Dusker refrains from bringing attention to herself without purpose, and speaking out of line where possible. When she does speak up, there often befalls an innate sensation of comfort, an almost silken velvet by which her words dance upon the end of her tongue.
- Unlike those who may find comfort within light, alongside that of its open embrace, Dusker finds it to be in many ways overwhelming. She much prefers the silence of night, its icy company and the gentle ivory gaze of moonlight as her guide.
- In times of uncertainty, she found her strength and courage grew from the roots of her faith. Her innate hope and understanding that the path she walks upon, her predetermined fate, has been dictated in order to assist her in becoming who she needs to be to fulfil her purpose upon this newfound land. To bring joy, Peace and Unity to those of whom welcomed her into their lives, and make change where possible.
Appearance
"...and lead us onwards, onto our destined fate."
Dusker stands at approximately 4ft 8 Inches tall from the tip of her ears to the base of her clawed toes. Thick Ivory and Brown fur runs rivers upon her throat, arms and face, thinning out around her cheeks, brow and maw in order to create an almost silken soft, velvety complexion. Oftentimes her attire consists of a simple black, loose scarf which hangs above a simple black cotton shirt, of whom the sleeves are folded neatly upwards towards her elbows. It is rare to find her arms completely concealed, finding such a manner of attire to be rather restrictive.
Regarding her stature, Dusker lacks significant muscle, though is certainly toned, with a far more dexterous nature to her build than that of stockier, heavy hitting companions. Two small, shimmering fangs barely poke out from within her maw, however remain prominent entities to her overall complexion nonetheless.
Backstory
Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2025 2:48 pm
Pre-Scalvoris
"The prospect of silence shall not be unwelcome..."
One of Dusker's earliest memories was that of intricately carved wooden beams lining the attic of a small Inn. The way blanketing ivory rays of moonlight seeped through the cracks, decorating her fur with flecks akin to shimmering stars. A memory hazed by time, though clear enough to recall her mother's face, the sensation of her leather wings and the warmth of her fluffy chest pressed against Dusker's own. Each breath, shaking, pained, weakened by an unknown source. As a sensation of exhaustion unlike any she had known washed over her fragile body, an echoing cry of taught strings seemed to draw focus, muffled only by the wooden beams beneath... lulling her into the welcome embrace of sleep...
Awakening anew within Saorie's Domain, Dusker grew to understand all she could from there mother's teachings, swift to partake in the art of music and how it could bring about a sense of comfort that oftentimes words fell short. Her instrument of choice, a violin, carved by companions to reflect her admiration with the night sky, the stars and moon's phases, alongside that of their creator, Saorie's loving embrace.
For years she practiced her skills within creating unique ballads in order to perform for celebrations, parties and simple gatherings. Any time not spent partaking in such activities was instead dedicated to preparing herself for their inevitable transition to Scalvoris. Oftentimes, the shadowed embrace of night was when Dusker found herself to become the most inspired, decorating the silence with sweetened cries from her Violin, and welcoming slumber to those who sought its wake.
Post-Scalvoris
"... Yet, I aim to decorate it in the gentle cries of solem ballards."
Seated upon the back of Saorie's Star-Turtle, Dusker was swiftly overcome with a plethora of emotion upon laying eyes on Scalvoris's Coastline. Excitement for what was to come, curiosity towards the many unknowns of this new landscape, the cultures, beliefs and pathways it offered. Though not without nervousness, a sense of unease at the realisation of their newfound freedom and responsibility it carried. Velvet paws tightly bound to her violin, she stepped foot from the grand beast upon the central isle of Scalvoris, ushering a near soundless prayer of gratitude to their mother, Saorie, and beginning her venture towards the Capital.
Choosing to remain upon Scalvoris's shores for some time, Dusker spent many cycles traversing between smaller settlements. Conversing with residents and answering questions regarding her origin and purpose. Of an evening, sweetened ballads would fill the silence of night's shadowed embrace, her songs oftentimes earning a small gathering of locals before, come morning, she would be off in search for another town or homestead by which to explore.
Yet, soon it was time for reality to strike the young Cadouri, shattering a once rose tinted depiction of this newfound landscape, and awakening upon the cold sensation of a sharpened blade to her throat. Pockets emptied, shouts muffled upon the callous hand of another at the end of her maw, Dusker's ember eyes where swift to flood with tears, the overwhelming sensation of fear, of helplessness and loss washing over her before a final strike of pain to her temple forced the embrace of slumber once again.
Upon pushing herself to her feet once more, her tearful eyes drifted upon the ruins of the night prior, her tattered backpack and scattered notes from stories of those she had met prior. Trinkets gifted by individuals she had offered aid to in previous homesteads no where to be seen, and above it all... her Violin, tore from it's case... taken.
Days following where naught more than a simple blur, arms wrapped tight to her torso in desperation to seek comfort, head lowered, gaze barely lifting from the ground beneath her velvet paws. Eventually, she stumbled into a settlement by which her unsteady mannerisms gained the attention of an elder figure, his comforting words offering respite and security in her moment of need. He spoke of times where he had been lost to hopelessness, and found strength in prayer to a figure known as Xiur. How even in times of loss, in darkness such as the skies themselves, there comes a sense of hope and a path carved within the stars themselves.
Evenings of silence soon befell the young Cadouri, no longer comforted by the sound of her ballads, yet instead, came to pass ushered in whispering prayer to both her mother Saorie and newfound figure, Xiur. Such as the elder had described, she too begun to experience an innate sense of courage and comfort overtake that of fear and loss, bringing with it an air of stability and welcome reflection. The notion of another sharing her admiration of the night sky and its intricacies, encouragement for personal growth and collective hope for her destined path appeared to be all Dusker needed.
In the Cycles to come, the young Cadouri gathered whatever money she could to purchase both a new Violin, and a one way ticket aboard a transport ship headed towards Rharne. During her venture, she bare witness to the crew engaging in intricate sparing matches, taking note of there form and attempting to replicate it late into the evening. It was during one of her attempted sparing matches with the lower deck's wooden mast that the Captain swiftly intervened, removing the Rapier from her grasp and bringing to question her willingness to pick up a blade, and strike another. After explaining all that had happened, her shift in perspective to this land, it's dangers and her determination to prevent another experiencing the same fear she had upon the night of loosing her Violin, he seemed to smile, and returned the blade to her hand before starting to teach her how to properly wield it.
Each day, under the watchful gaze of the Captain, Dusker would partake in sparing matches where possible, and perform ballad's of an evening to maintain moral upon the request of her crewmates. Upon reaching Rharne, she departed with the promise of maintaining her training, whilst creating intricate ballad's of her journey to inspire others. Reignited with a burning determination to fulfil her destined path, bring about change and learn all she can from her worship, Dusker sets onwards with her head held high, and violin close at hand....
Belongings and Housing
Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2025 3:19 pm
Belongings
"As one door closes.."
- Simple cloth and cotton Attire
- A Violin of Basic+ Quality
- A Rapier of Basic+ Quality
- Tinted Ember Glasses
Housing
"...Another opens."
Due to her innate nature travelling from settlement to settlement, her home takes the form of basic equipment for use on the open road. A simple tent to house her belongings, and offer respite from the elements. Bedroll, blankets, pouches for her items and a Poitou donkey (Nicknamed Monoko) purchased upon arriving on Rharne's shores.