PLAYED BY: Jenn Schneiderman
CHARACTER NAME: Imay Namum
GENDER: Female
PRONOUN(S): She/Her
CLASS: Rogue
AGE: 35 in July 274
RACE: Human
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Brown
OCCUPATION: Brewer/Herbalist in Haven
KNOWN SKILLS: Makes decent potions, her mead needs work
BIRTHPLACE: New Vandregon
APPEARANCE: Pretty Generic Human
RELATIONSHIPS: She knows some folks around Haven, though she isn’t very talkative as she’s mostly found in the kitchen/cellar with her concoctions.
BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY: Imay couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been interested in plants. Her most consistent childhood memories were wandering the lanes and sidewalks looking for weeds. No one paid them much mind, they grew in the cracks and crannies, taking in just enough to be able to grow where nothing else seemingly would. Being trodden on and plucked didn’t phase them, they grew back anyway. Timeless.
The rhythm of the seasons moved them. Growing, flowering, sleeping, dying, then growing again. They held properties in each of those seasons, many were harmless, coaxing weeds into soothing a burn or numbing small pains was child’s play. In some months, the properties were less known, less desired, less safe. Though, those were reserved for those that truly destroyed the weeds. They deserved more than to be cast aside, to be squandered and forgotten. Just because they grew in undesirable places didn’t mean they weren’t worthy of life, or respect, or examination. Passersby forgot that they were there in the winter, when they took their annual respite to recompose. To breathe, rest, and plan for the year ahead. To spite those that had tried to stomp them out. They didn’t have to grovel and scrap for space, they could move and live on. If not themselves, then in what they made. In their roots spreading and their windblown seeds. In new creations and compositions. Changing their leaves, balancing their properties, finding new ways to survive and thrive. If they couldn’t stay, they would find their place elsewhere.
Knowing where they lay underneath packed snow gave Imay a sense of comfort as she strode through New Vandregon. Leaving them behind for Haven gave her a small sense of loss she couldn’t quite explain. It didn’t matter. She would set down new roots, she would make new friends.