Hopeful Rain was born into the small town of Water Falls, set at the bottom of a valley of the same name. A great scar in the land, near the Mother River, and fed by a deep stream of her waters, the bottom of the valley had been made lush by her bounty, and its auspicious positioning meant that the length of the valley followed the path of the sun across the sky so that plenty of light reached the valley floor. This allowed for the farming of many sensitive crops that would normally be killed by the dry southern winds, and ensured the prosperity of the town and its people.
On the one hand, Hopeful Rain's family were one of several families of hunters who by tradition walked the farmer's fields, hunting and trapping birds and small pests that attack the crops, before ranging beyond the valley to hunt among the grass and reeds of the Mother River for greater game. Which in turn they sold on the market to butchers and others who would make use of it. However, this also made them the closest thing the village had to scouts or sentries. Sitting in the lap of Dun-Lat, there was no need for a dedicated armsmen, so such duties were undertaken by those who had the skills; hunters stood watch, farmers stood in defence, and so on. This was not a duty favoured by many, of Water Falls' hunters were often enamoured with the thrill of a catch, and competed in friendly manner to out-do each other daily. While sentry work offered few thrills and much boredom.
On the other hand, her family were also Water Falls' Listeners. Ordained by the Immaculate Philosophy to provide an outlet for the darkness, guilt and sins of others, lest their thoughts turn into a poison of the soul. A unjudging ear, ready with kind words, to whome the villagers could unburden themselves to better pursue the coils of the dragon. Not an easy calling to endure, though some think it soft work, there is no shortage of burden on the soul. Something Hopeful Rain learned early and well, for her age mattered little once she donned the black robes of a Listener, and those who found her waiting to hear their sins rarely bothered to seek out one of her parents instead if the subject matter was unfit for a young woman's ears.
Hopeful Rain bore both duties with a certain cheer, though even the all-concealing robes of a Listener could not hide her curves, and the girl was nothing if not stunningly beautiful. As such her identity as a Listener was even more of a open secret than the rest of her family, since for them the robes atleased made it hard to tell who was who. This beauty also made her very sought after as a conquest for young men and fortunately for them Hope was more than willing to reciprocate, she grew up curious about sex, after hearing much about it, and when the opportunity to try it out for herself arouse, she jumped at it... and basically never stopped. The only exception was of course, when she was working as a Listener, which was a responsibility she took very seriously and never mixed with pleasure. As for those stories of a Listener falling in love with their charges, she was quickly growing tired of people thinking that confessing their feelings for her to her, as a Listener, would actually work, and had some very choice words prepared if she ever met the author of one of those smut novels. As a hunter, she was one of the only ones who showed any favouritism towards the dull work of a sentry. Claiming a pile of rubble that had once been a tower as her nest, she would often spend hours looking out over the desert for the arrival of canavans, or threats. Despite common knowledge to the contrary, she actually managed to catch a fair bit over the years from her perch, the monotony of the day broken up by the crack of her bow, sending arrows streaking into the blue to strike at distant targets, some imagined, and some delicious. The practice at something approaching formal archery, rather than merely hunting, increased her skill and changed her style over the years. Each time her bow wore out, her next was always longer than the one before it, her draw became slow and long, and while she was nowhere near as quick a shot as her peers, she more than made up for it with range and accuracy.
But its not like shooting was all she did up there. No, she also spent a great deal of time pondering life's great mysteries... on her back. Paramours would often come to join her in her vigil, for while there was little in the way of action at her post, there was a preponderance of time and privacy, which lent its self well to entirely different sorts of action. Between lovers and practice however, the young woman still had plenty of time simply alone to just think. Her mind wandered hither and yon, rolling from topic to topic... but like a ball rolling down hill, it eventually returned to thinking about the things she had Listened to. It set her apart, she knew, to walk down the street and know that that woman had prayed to the River on days that belonged to the Harvest gods, that man lusted after his daughter, or that both of those people were cheating on each other though neither knew about it, or that that man had stolen from his neighbour. And that was only the beginning! Were these people bad or good? She had often encouraged people to do better in their lives, but the fact that she had to do so, that they simply hadn't behaved morally to begin with, bothered her on a fundamental level. Were people wicked and only did good when conjoled to do so? Or were they good and simply susceptible to temptation? They couldnt be both! Alas. no answers came to her... though she often wryly wished she could speak to a Listener herself, some of these thoughts had to be bad for her after all.
In the end she found, if not peace of mind, at lease balance in life, and was happy with that.
The Exalt WIP
Until one day, while as she sat on a bench near the center of town, wearing her Listener robes and waiting for someone to join her and speak of their probems, a old man happened to pass by. Then passed by again, and Hope smiled behind her veil, shed seen such behaviour before, but could do nothing but wait for him to gather up his courage.... there was something off about the man... but she couldnt... no, nothing, just a trick of the eye. Another pass, and then a awkward pause, and Hope rose from her seat, offering the man her hand politely, "Would you like some help sir?" she asked him, startling him out of whatever thoughts occupied his mind, and he favoured her with a tentative smile, accepting her help as she gently sat him on the bench, careful of his old bones. Only then did she notice that he was wearing the robes of a Immaculate Monk... and one of high rank too, if the level of intricacy equated to authority, his attire was fare more opulent than that of the local monks, had he come in on the last caravan?
Once the man was seated she returned to her spot beside him and waited. Finally, he sighed loudly and licked his lips to wet them before speaking, his voice halting with age and indecision; "Ah, miss, have you ever wondered if your doing the right thing?" The monk asked quietly, as if confessing a terrible sin.
Hope laid her hand on his shoulder and leaned in slightly, letting her compassionate smile colour her words, "All the time." she answered the man, to his surprise as he turned to look at her sharply, and she gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "We are all human, its normal to doubt our duty at some point, if it was always easy, there would be no value in it. Take me for example, I hear all kinds of things; some bad, some I could do something about.. but my duty demands I keep the secrets told to me. I know that Duty can be a heavy burden at times~"
The man just stared for a moment, before bursting out into a deep laugh, "Ah, right you are miss, right you are!" he guffawed for a moment before lapsing back into morosity. Finally, he asked the question he had come here to ask, his voice solumn like a prayer; "Will you Listen to my story?"
Hope smiled, "Yes I will."
The Priestess WIP
Silk is very much a genuinely good person, while many with her natural charisma and beauty would use them to get ahead in life, even before her exaltation, she was more interested in plying her talents to help others. As a Listener, she had a unique position that allowed her to see into the hearts of others and encourage them to make changes in their lives above and beyond simply telling her their problems, and her earnest words swayed many souls towards goodness.
She is also a very honest person, always believing that the truth is better than a lie, no matter how insignificant... which is somewhat ironic considering that Silk herself is a terrible liar. Almost comically so. Her truths are sometimes hard, though she does her utmost to soften the blows that can come from harsh truths, she believes that they must be said. This ideology gets taken to the logical extreme in that she believes that nothing good or lasting can be built upon a foundation of lies, and that any such construct is ultimately harmful... no matter how comforting it is. If the truth will destroy a thing.... then it should, and what grows after will be better for its honest. Those who are hurt will be happier in the long run. It is worth noting however that being unable to lie does not mean she is unable to keep secrets... as a Listener it was her duty to do so after all; rather than lie or deflect, she will simply refuse to answer.
Silk is also not a woman who places much import on acts of intimacy and is a perpetual flirt, as well as a perponent of free love. Always ready with a sultry invitation or suggestive pose, she enjoys the attention her body gets her, and is more than willing to share the love. Both for her own fun and that of others. As a lover, she is extremely generious and devotes a great deal of attention towards ensuring her partners are satisfied, but forms no deeper bonds and rebuffs any attempt to build such as gently as possible. Never one for formal relationships, she simply enjoys herself freely and revels in her talent for pleasing others.
Before Exaltation, and even more so afterwards; Silk favours peaceful solutions over violent ones and generally sees being forced to fight as a personal failure. That she couldnt find the words to bring things to a peaceful solution, and there is always a peaceful solution. Shes ultimately a builder, not a destroyer. That said, when violence beckons, she draws upon her experience as a archer and wields her bow with determined precision.
In the same vein, her cult was made to improve the lives of the people of Water's Fall and the fact that it worships her as well was only a side benefit, not her goal.