NPC-057: Teles

[ BASICS ]

Name: Teles
Profession: Weaver
Home Village: Lives in West Isle Village, travels frequently between both
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Birthday: December 19th

[ SKILLS ]

Magic Branch: Druid
Tier: Still Learning
Magic Color: Light Blue (the Creative)
Combat style: Weak defensive
Weapon of choice: Knife

[ RELATIONSHIPS ]

Elders: She, like all islanders, treats them well, but does not say much more about them.

[ ABOUT ]

Teles was born an average Leporid to an average Nyulop couple.
Truthfully, she never expected much from her life. From an early age, she found joy in learning to weave, taught by her father when she was just a kit. It was wonderful learning she could weave together a fabric that kept someone warm or brought their outfit together, and could hold all the stories she crafted into it. Stories were something she found herself drawn to. Stories of heroes, villains, of mythical beasts, and dreadful monsters. Stories of brave Finley within her own Island. How they’d helped the villages, rescued them from disaster. She listened to the tales the Story Elder told with rapt attention, absorbing every detail she could.
She wanted to be the one to help next time.
As an adult, Teles became a weaver on her own, creating shawls, tops, blankets, and other woolen goods to trade amongst the Islanders. It was work she enjoyed and made others happy, but she always longed to do something more. She helped villagers as often as she could with anything and everything, but she longed for the chance to play a larger part.
Maybe one day, her chance would come?
And one day, during a Light Year where the First Thaw never came, she got her chance.