Title: Former Operative of the Ivory Order (Previous: Farm-Girl)
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Rogue (Arcane Scout / Shadow Arrows)
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (leaning toward Chaotic Good with a dagger to her throat)
💬 “I gave them everything. They left me nothing. And that… made room for truth; silence isn't the same as safety. I learned that the hard way.”
Wears a torn fragment of her Ivory Order cloak wrapped around her forearm — stained, scorched, and sacred in its own way.
Carves small symbols into her arrows: names, regrets, warnings.
Occasionally speaks as if someone is listening — even when she’s alone.
Doesn't deny her past. She just rewrites it in code.
🪶 Arrow Carving Rituals
Etches symbols into her arrows before every mission — some are names, some are warnings, and some… no one has deciphered yet.
🗺️ Improvisational Map-Marking
Leaves coded signs on trees, stones, or ruins as she travels. Some maps are meant for others. Some are meant to never be read.
🔥 Listening to Campfire Stories Without Joining
Lingers just outside the circle — unseen, unheard — listening to laughter and stories like a ghost studying the living.
🧩 Cipher Reversal (Unauthorized)
Unwinds encrypted orders and fragments from the Ivory Order, not to follow them — but to understand what they’re hiding.
🪞 Dream Journaling (Coded in Metaphor)
Keeps a leather-bound journal full of fragmented dreams, written in layered metaphor and poetic misdirection. Possibly prophetic.
🎻 Quiet Music in Dangerous Places
Finds hidden places of old sound — wind chimes in ruins, broken lutes in dungeons. Listens, never plays.
🐾 Feeding Stray Dogs Near Abandoned Roads
Carries stale bread or dried meat for strays. Says they’re better judges of character than any tribunal.
🌌 Watching Stars While Ready to Run
Knows the constellations by memory, especially the ones used for escape routes. Never stargazes without boots on.
🗣️ Whisper Networks
Keeps quiet contact with outcasts, spies, exiles, and ghosts. She never speaks first — and rarely speaks at all.
🌿 Scouting Forgotten Ruins
Finds her way into places that weren’t meant to be found. Leaves something behind when she goes.
sianakethra@initiativelore.com (do not expect a reply — but she’ll read it)