Setsa's Character Sanctuary

[Setsa]

Finally it has come to this...I need an easier way to keep all the characters at ready hand. They all deserve to be displayed well so here we are! Character sanctuary at it's best! lol

[Setsa]

Player Name: Setsa

Character Name: Vickra

Race: Human

Nation: Aiel

Age: 23

Class: Wise One of the Goshien Clan

Rank: Aiel don't have ranks

Skills: Healing, Herbology, Dreamwalking, Aiel Combat {spear and hand to hand}


Description: As a very understanding and quick thinking Aiel, Vickra is one who will work all night in healing others in need. She finds helping those in need is her way of honor that is most respected. Brilliant red hair down to mid-back and eyes that seem to take in all the pain and suffering of a person who looks into them. Vickra isn’t one to speak too much, though a good conversation is always welcomed. Having a softer, in shape, looking figure standing at 5'11''… many don’t expect her to be able to lay a man flat on the ground if it ever comes to that…which on rare occasion has and they never forgot her lesson.

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Bio: For Vickra, she excelled at Dreamwalking at a very young age before her channeling and because of such…began her training as a Wise One at the age of 14. She was a quick learner for herbs and channeling to healing the ill and wounded. Apart of an Aethan Dor family… she was use to witnessing the quarrels of men. As a child she never understood why people would argue over such trivial things… Quietly she thinks that’s why she is such a good dreamwalker, to truly see the thoughts, love, anguish of people that they may never reveal to others as honor is held above all else.

Now as a Wise One she does everything she can to help her clan and people. Personally loving to sit alone at her own house and meditate on what she has seen, and sing to herself where no one can see her. Only her parents have heard her beautiful voice with pride but by her wishes never shared their love for her voice to others.


Player Name: Setsa

Name: Setsara Bashere { Lady of Saldaea, Heir of Bashere House, Honorable Maiden of the People, 2nd in line for the Saldaean Throne after her father}

Race: Human

Nation/Country: Saldaea

Age: 21

Class: Nobility/Royalty [Lady]

Skills: Diplomacy, Battle Strategy, hand to hand combat, throwing knives, archery

Appearance: Being Saldaean she has a shorter 5'5''; well-toned, longer legged, great chest, body that resulted from her countless hours of training in the traditional hand to hand combat. Her fair skin just a hue darker as a result of enjoying the outdoors and sun. Setsara’s deep honey eyes can be very enchanting along with her long eyelashes... yet at the same time demand the respect that she has earned. Being nobility, she's kept her silky, ebony black hair at hip length. Though it is usually seen elegantly braided back, partially or fully styled neatly on top of her head... as very few has ever seen it flowing free along her backside.

Like most of her class and nationality, all her attire is made of silk of the best colors. embroidered in gold or silver, either in a tasteful floral, or cherry blossom pattern design or solid colored. All clothing has the mandarin collar and frog closure and form fitting to only accentuate her lovely body. Setsara only wears sleeves on gowns for the most formal of occasions as she views them to be very restricting.... Wearing pant suits with tanktops or ankle length dresses; both even form fitting, still allow her free movement as she must always be ready for anything. Her shoes are well made with little to no heel, and are silent with her light steps.

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Personality: Setsara has a very warm heart and understanding personality to everyone that she sees. However, her patience with arrogant, inconsiderate, disrespectful people is non-existent in which she had no problem letting them know with her sharp tongue and at must needed times a lesson to remind others that she isn't just a pretty face...usually leaving a few bruises if they were lucky. Though she is known more for her intense strategic battle wisdom and how to negotiate which makes her father proud; she still learns all she can at every opportunity as is her duty to her father and her people. Usually dressed in silks she does have her own armor suit at the ready for the times she accompanies her father into battle. Setsara will never hesitate to help those in need, as she feels she is only as great as how her people view her and show in their own health and good moral. Even going as far as helping to plant and harvest with those in her father's district to assure she did her part in bringing in a bountiful crop.


Bio: Setsara wasn’t the first born that would have taken up the seat of the house. She had an older brother, Thurnos, who died in battle fighting alongside their father as she stayed back to govern the people in her parent's absence. Her mother, who was also present with her father at the time, grew with so much rage that she went to fight to honor his death. Such resulted in her death as well as rage blinded her, leaving her exposed to a deathly blade. When her father, Lornius, older brother to Berar Bashere...returned with their bodies for funeral rights, Setsara was named heir to the house. Thus beginning her more intense training to be groomed to take the seat of the Bashere House; when the time is right. Quickly proving her knack for strategies and intense love for her people which reflected her father who the people viewed as a very understanding and just person.

So now most of her time is spent learning everything she can about her people, the land, battles and the diplomatic side of things. Perfecting what she excels at, and gritting her teeth at meaningless balls while showing great poise and heavily faked love for such social events. While continuously trying to convince her father that an arranged marraige is not in her, or the people's best interest.



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Name: Fria Randgrior
Nickname: Shield Maiden
Age: appears 24 throughout her immortality
Race:Valkyrie
Ethnicity: Nordic descent
Origin: Valhalla though she resides in Norway
Appearance Description: Standing at 5'10'' and weighing at a well toned 145... Fria has long golden hair that falls to her hips when braided back, deep sea blue eyes that entrap the creatures who dares to look. Wearing clothing to allow ample freedom of movement, and a deep turquoise cloak made to withstand any climate change. Her knee high boots made of reindeer stag leather which has proven to be very resiliant time and time again. The Valkyrie's voice flows like honey though still reflecting her strength and wisdom through the ages.
Weapon: She does have her sword ready for anything at her hip, created by herself in Vahalla before comming down to Earth.

Transformed Appearance of Metal Mystic Note: Weapons seen in Ancient Mystic is the weapon and shield that stays with her in every Mystic form. As well as her large white wings. Yes...I love consistantcy. lol
http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd130/silly_sammy22/Valkyrie_by_GENZOMAN.jpg Eyes changing to a piercing blue, and hair let free of its bound braid. Fria's wings emerge in their full glory as well as her revealing armor that is nearly impenetrable with same cloak. Golden spear and Shield replace her sword and her helmit helps to prevent intruders into her mind.
http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd130/silly_sammy22/La_Blonda_Warrior_by_tolueno.jpgWeapon and Shield stay golden
http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd130/silly_sammy22/Celestial_Mantle_by_SteveArgyle.jpg Weapon and armor turn to a diamond appearance.
http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd130/silly_sammy22/valkyria__bow_to_my_will_by_missdaydreamer-d3c5qnx.jpg Fria's appearance stays the same with her golden hair and piercing blue eyes. Wings stay white as well. Weapon and shield become silver to match seen armor

Orientation: Straight -though she does get friendly and warm up to worthy females
Side: Mystic [Ancient Mystic]
Element: Metal
Mystic Abilities:
-Flight: Due to her Mystic Wings that make her quick and manuever in the air with ease....such large wings can prove to be a prime target/way to injure and capture Fria if she's injured just right. Pulled or damaged feathers will regrow to full strength but such takes time depending on the severity.

-Metal Summoning: Though this is rather self explanitory :) Fria can summon to her anything made of metals- including shields, weapons etc... Heavier things shall take time to gain full control; also remember that those with telepathy can counter-act her and will be a match of "who's stronger" which she will have to master.

- Whip of Justice: From her spear in Mystic image; she can call upon a whip from the tip of the blade made from the lights of the Arora Borealis. Such a whip can completely destroy, break, or damage to various degrees. Any armor/ metal that's worn by the Nobility and those of darkness that follow; how the armor is destroyed depends on the strength of the owner who wears it, and any defensive abilities. This attack does take more out of her and is only used when the time calls for it.


Racial Abilities:
- Transformation: As a Valkyrie she had mastered the ability to transform herself into a swan and large grey wolf. Such was learned at an early age to visit down on earth while she still fully resided in Valhalla. To be able to find the purest of water to bathe in, and help the mortals that were not engaged in battle as a guardian.

- Guiding Light: Upon searching the world and choosing the heroic souls from the dead... she will take them on her white steed directly to the great Valhalla to be served their honey-mead by herself and with the other Valkyries. Be treated like a true hero should with the highest of honors.

-Weaponry: Not all Valkyries serve the same purpose, Fria was specially given the task to forge and create the perfect weapons. Bestowing such a creation of strength and beauty to those who she viewed worthy fighters of good and light.

Skills: With great skill at creating weapons of any type from any time in history as well as of her own design. Fria can wield any weapon presented to her with great ease. Taking intricate weaponry in mind with skilled warriors of the past. She knows every potion created and matching antidotes if they were created; able to make them with the right ingredients isn't a problem. Just hope if somone is dying that she was one available or it doesn't take long to make.

Personality: Fria is definetly of Valhalla, having been trained in the arts of war since she was very young. With serving only the heros who were taken up to Valhalla with the other gods and goddesses of Norse Mythology. She views any one who can drink like her and fight with the passion of a true warrior while protecting what he/she loves most in this world. To have earned her respect, not holding back to offer her help to others and give a good tease now and then. Such is the way of her kind.... strong, loyal like none other and willing to joke and have fun when the time is right. She's one who doesn't hesitate to speak her mind but very gentle and kind to her dearest of friends.

Brief History: Like all other Valkyries...she spent 100 years refining her skills and her purpose before being allowed to go down to earth to choose the souls of heroes or help the men who follow the light of good. Deciding to live in Norway after Odin had decided she would best serve her purpose as a Valkyrie amongst the humans; she makes the weapons of warriors keeping her right to only make them when the right person has proven worthy enough to deserve such a magnificent companion. Still having the ability to go to Valhalla when she is called upon she awhile ago...admitted she loved the human and their fire to do whats right. Ofcourse always ready to fight the darkness herself whenever needed on earth or the world of gods. But like creatures of human mythology....if a man were to capture a Valkyrie she must grant him a wish [for sake of the rp if it ever happens it can't be one that would really change the balance of things and be approved by GM]. Also if she was to fall in love and a male claims her as his mate she would keep her abilities but could never return to Valhalla....she would stay immortal in the world of man.

Other:Fria can never get enough of WWE Wrestling and NCIS...don't interrupt her when she's watching Wrestling


Name: Trinity "Trixi" Mukrin

Race: Angel of Tragedy [now a fallen angel]

Appearance: http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd130/silly_sammy22/463759bf82b7459bf6976dcaff7974f8.jpg After falling from the heavens, her once pearl white wings quickly turned a dark blood red. Wearing black leather halter top and tight black shorts, she loves wearing her thigh-high boots. Deep chestnut hair rarely seen styled up; her deep green eyes hide things that have destroyed the minds of many.

Age: Good luck guessing

Abilities:

Sight of Obedience: Staring in her eyes for the weak minded or kind-hearted will result in the victim locked in a trance to, without question, obey her every word and whim.

Flight: Self-explanitory really...able to fly silently in the darkness of night.

Sway of Emotions: Able to control the emotions of humans and those who wear their emotions on their sleeves. Using it against them and those around her current puppet.

Light and Darkness: Great detection sense of who is good, evil and inbetween...seeing it much like an aura around each creature on earth.



Skills:

Trained as an Angel of God, and Angel of Hell she has incredible skills in warfare and weapons.

Persuasion of the Mind- The saying "angel of good on right shoulder and the devil on my left" is referenced from Trixi. Great at whispering ideas and thoughts into anyone's ear, persuading them expertly to the dark side whether it's doing an action, thought etc.

Comming from the heavens she has extensive knowledge in any weakpoints of creatures, and armor that has been blessed by other angels or servants that live their lives for good.



Personality:
Once being the Angel of Tragedy, she was unknown to most. In charge of overseeing broken hearts, and human emotions and such alike. She after awhile, found out that some tragedies were rather humerous for her; and the mortals that mourned their losses were after a while being rediculous. So instead of going down to help guide the mortals through their time of need. Trinity would not even give words of encouragement from the heavens. Finally killing some mortals just to see their families mourn the loss. God found her sick humor and ways of persuasion not heavenly and casted her out from the clouds; to live for eternity in the world of man.

Now as an fallen angel Trinity's true self has emerged swiftly, she loves the sights of death, heartache and sorrow. Using the tragedies of others against themselves she slowly grew an impressive number of followers. Being very strong and smart...loving to use her body's attractiveness to get what she wants. Truly the devil in a woman's body!


Name: Gabriela Nascha Cavallero

Age: 22

Weapon: 1873 Winchester Rifle, large bone handle knife passed down from her Apache grandfather.

Appearance: Being 1/4 Sioux Lakota and Spanish; Gabriela looked much like her tanned mother, and a spanish beauty. Deep sea blue eyes could entrap many a lonely man if she ever let them get that close to her. Long dark brown; in some light black hair draped to her waist which only accentuated the curves of her slender body. Because of looking more Sioux than Spanish she occasionally faces trouble from others who feel she deserves to be treated like any other Indian they come across. Being a horse trainer she wore mostly lace-up riding boots, riding skirts or pants and vests that enhanced her large chest; long sleeve blouses in the cold harsh winters.
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Her mare Junri
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Personality: Strong spirited, Gabriela is all about her work…horses being better than men anyways until proven otherwise. Not afraid of taking matters into her own hands when it came to protecting her land she did have a soft, kind, understanding side that shows when she speaks in her easy-going manner. Her favorite place to be is in a saddle though she wouldn’t turn down a dinner and dance in the big city if asked just right just to have an excuse of dusting off her fine gowns stored in the closet.

Bio: Gabriela was the only child of well-known Horse Breeder Raphael Cavallero who had one of the most powerful breeding estates along the east coast. Her mother a strong, kind Apache woman who knew how to tame the wildest of stallions with the softest touch. They always said she had her mother's enchanting looks, and her father's strength and spirit. Having attended the finest finishing schools in Spain, the young woman returned to her family in America at the age of 17. Where she spent another year under her father’s close watch learning about the family’s strong business, as well as her mother's tribal teaching and customs. Spending every free hour she could helping to tame any new horse that the men couldn’t subdue. But her spirit and keen intellect finally convinced her parents to let her claim her own life in the west, working as a ranch hand of Theresa in the beginning. Soon after buying a large 30 acre piece of land right beside her once boss, now dear friend as the best trainer around. Though for being so independant she was subjected to the weekly letters from her parents with the oh so subtle hints to take on a husband soon.

[Edynol]

*Surprises all her characters* Wow. Never did a marathon before.

[Setsa]

I love this place hehehe

[P.K.]

hey look at that I know those first to :D Reminds me I should probably make full bios and stuff for Akiko and senay and put them in my locked ^~^

[Setsa]

Name: Tashaiya Feather (Tasha)
Age: 24 Apparent age: 19
Race: Celestial
Gender: Female
Faction: Celestial Empire
Role: Only child of Emperor Augustas, Tashaiya is the sole heir to the Empire.
Appearance:
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Bio: Only a small child when her father, now Emperor, took over and began his rule over the land. Tashaiya grew up as the royal daughter who would one day leads all that may be. After her mothers untimely death she was brought up to be a lady of poise and perfection. In time her beauty was awed by many of her and other kinds. Always having an amazing knack in understanding and to see the truth within all hearts. She was soon serving as a delegator...accomplishing many peaceful negotiations..something her father lacked in skill.
Personality: Kind and gentle, she had a voice that would melt any man's heart and ignite fires of desire. Though a woman, she had a fierce inner strength well matched with her mastery of weapons. Duty and honor embedded firmly in all that she does.... Tashaiya did however question heavily the judgement of her father. Thinking that the way he ruled as Emperor wasn't how it should be, and wasn't what the people wanted of all races.
Weapons: Dagger (strapped against her thigh at all times).
Unique Skills: Natural gift to truly see the the raw emotions of hearts.



Name: Nesara Kamienrah [Princess of Afragian]

Age: 27

Race: Afragian

Godly Parents: Only slightest rumor she carries the blood of Nefertiti

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Personality: Respect and and kindness is what describes Nesara and how she leads her people. Her love is shown in her actions as well as her anger through a sharp tongue whether it's put elegantly or down right to the point with no regards to others those around will know one way or another her feelings. Honor and loyalty goes very far with her along with hard work. When it comes down to it, Nesara will help the farmers toil the earth herself sweating just as hard if it means that it will bring in a better crop. Groomed since birth to take the ruling title as her ancestors before her and so on... Nesara carries herself elegantly very well when it matters the most with a voice like the sweetest honey and eyes that can carry anyone away from their troubles.

Background: Groomed since birth to take the ruling title as her once father, King Tankroun did and her ancestors before her and so on... Nesara carries herself elegantly very well when it matters the most with a voice like the sweetest honey and eyes that can carry anyone away from their troubles. She along with the Afragian Senate, have managed the civilization and successfully prospered after the death of the King Tankroun only 4 short years ago at the prime age of 145. Still very young she accepted the crown with a solom vow to never let her people suffer or cry in vain and dispair without due justice.

Ability: Great skills in battle strategy, weapons, delegation, politics, etequette, etc..and long life stamina. All that it takes to make a Great Queen.

Faction: Edge of the Afragian Desert, bordering Dun Moriga

Loves: Sunny days, singing, company of others.

Hates: Liars, thieves, cold

Description of Weaponry: One dagger strapped to her side when needed, long distance bow with poisoned arrows.



Name: Helka Solveig
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Skuldian Raiders

Appearance: http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd130/silly_sammy22/image_zpsad25927b.jpg (http://s225.photobucket.com/user/silly_sammy22/media/image_zpsad25927b.jpg.html)

Personality: Strength, protection, and determination. Such are three of many words that the woman is known for. Strength of the heart, mind, and body has gotten her through many rough situations. Protecting her race, clan, and their way of life. Helka is one not to just turn the other cheek if someone lays an insult to her people... No, she will be sure each word is taken back in one blow. Her determination? Well, that is seen in the battlefield. Stubborn to never give up she will fight to the end, no matter the challenge or how much blood she must spill. Those that have earned her friendship should be considered blessed by the by gods. For few are as loyal as her.

Class: Barbarian
Discipline 1: Man-at-Arms
Discipline 2: Skirmisher

List of Skills:
Advanced Horse Riding
Intimidation
Tracking

Weapons:
Steel Claymore: The hilt of the sword bears her clan's crest. Carried across her back.
Axe: Single bladed axe, kept against her left hip. It's always kept sharp enough to pierce any flesh, or expertly skin the pelt off a fresh kill.
Shield: Made of specific wood to with stand heavy hits without splintering, and stay strong through many years of use. Hers is reinforced with a band of iron around the edge to increase the durability. An iron point in the center, a good warrior knows how a shield can win the fight as a weapon when needed. Painted a deep red with black sun wheel simple design.

Armor/Clothing:
Clothing: Clothing is as seen in appearance image.
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Bio: Helka's father was a well known barbarian. Mother, a good woman with a sharp tongue. Her parents died during an attack on their village years ago as she was returning with a raiding party coming home from sea. The fires rising from the building...the screams of pain echoing out to the waters in painful songs. Such led her to become a skilled barbarian that has honored her family well. When her race began to find other lands to settle; where game was more plentiful and the land good to work in. Helka was in one of the first long boats to arrive and fight to clear the way for those soon to come.

When a shield wall formed the barbarian joined with no hesitation. No where was a home for her yet, and the only thing that greeted her with open arms is the way of weapon, blood, and honor. Let the glory of battle, and the thirst for blood conquer all!

Writing Sample:
"Helka! Where 'ave you been? You made ur tent then.." The leader of their small group paused in mid sentence that was directed to the woman. As the sight of her approaching the fire answered his question. Drapped over her shoulders was a doe, head moving limp to the woman's gait with the glazed sight of death in the deer's eyes. Feet from the blazing warmth that most were circled around; Helka hefted the kill over her shoulders and onto the ground with a distinct thud. "Ah a woman after me own heart! Knows what I wanted for dinner before I even got me own boots off!" One of the large men would remark with a laugh hearty enough to move his shoulders as he held his stomach.

Others joining in laughter, while Helka would walk with purpose to stand behind the man. Leaning over as hands would cup his shoulders. Pressing down with enough strength to move his attention from his humor back to the woman. "So if I bring you dinner like a good little woman you'll share your warmth and.." she would lean over so her lips neared his cheek "your mead Arik? " A wolfish grin would form on his lips as the man set his horn of mead down against the log he was sitting on. "Oh aye that I would especially with the warmth..." Hearing such, her own eyes would meet with the groups with a look a few knew well. "Alright," standing to take a step back Helka would wait for the man to begin to stand.

Instead of walking towards his tent, she would remain still, having chosen to kick him hard in the ass by surprise. Using the mans unsteady stance to propel him forward to fall face first onto the deer she brought back. As the man Arik rolled off the carcass after a moment. She would already be sitting on his log with his own horn mead in her grasp. The camp laughing loudly as she made him eat his words. "Mount back on the kill an' feel free to keep her warm. I'll take the later of the deal for the night to suit my needs." A grin on her face she'd raise the man's horn into the air in cheers before gulping the drink within. Wiping her mouth and chin by the sleeve of her forearm.




Name: Jay'ra Brunfiery [Jay for short]

Age: 253
Gender: Female

Race: Troll

Weapons/Magic Powers: Her strongest gift is stealth... proving great to scout and see without being seen. Also serving as a peace-keeper/ diplomat to the trolls as her great race is still seen too much as a troublesome race that is hunted for their tusks and slavery more than anything.

Having one double bladed battle axe strapped to her back and dagger hidden in her boot.

Personality: Very understanding and patient. Her thirst for adventure means she has an energetic spirit ready for anything. Just don't disrespect her as some have gotten to know her sharp tongue and brute strength that would make even the biggest Orc wince and regret what they did.

Description:
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Bio: Jay'ra was born to a good family her father very wise and knew her skills went beyond a troll's love for the land. Supporting her inner thirst to explore and help others realize the noble side and great value as the troll race. Focused on helping her kind, meant that she put her needs aside even when her parents still arrange suitors for their strong minded, good heart daughter, to no success in arranging a marriage for her yet.

And after much discussion with the elders,Jay was allowed to become a very good peacemaker for the Order of Trolls as well as a scout and ambassador upon missions. Having already gone on several missions to help and try to resolve the matter quickly and with the least amount of bloodshed for the Order, as possible before and during the war. She thought that there would be some respected peace for a few good years...little that lasted as others wished to go back against their word and agreement. Which meant Jay would be called upon once more, this time with someone she has a great long past with.

[Setsa]

Name: Corra Lupine

Age: 26

Female

Colonist

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History:
Even though she has proper training, a degree even, as a historian. Corra never could give up the calling to be out in the forest away from the bustling cities. Thanks to her father seeing this finally, he took his only daughter under his wing to teach her everything he knows on how to survive. The man himself being a Wilderness Expert and Search Party Leader for Rescue Teams. When the new broke of a shuttle needing those to go one board to start a new. She already had decided in ten minutes that she would be one of them. Her father and most of the family stayed behind ready to help, preparing others as much as they could. For her? She prepared to start from scratch, a thrilling but very serious matter that she took to without any hesitation.

Family: Father & Mother, two brothers. One brother came on board supposedly but has not been confirmed.

Previous Occupation: Search and Rescue, Survivalist
Current Occupation: Scout, Hunter, Survival Expert

Personal:

Married: No

Personality: She is one that speaks with carefully chosen words. Not a real talker, she watches more than anything else, and listens. Skills she thinks are lost on so many, especially now. Strong of heart and wise, she is a humble soul but make no mistake to cross her.

Mental Stability: Sound of Mind. Little patience for laziness.




Name: Samarei Targutku

Age: 30
Gender: Female
Height: 5 foot 9 inches
Race: Mixed (Fae/Human)

Area of expertise: Lore & Languages, Unarmed Combat. The mind is greater than any weapon. She has study in the Monastery since she was old enough to talk. Training was not that far behind either.

Appearance:Slender build with long legs and nimble fingers. She is conditioned to walk many days with little rest. A high endurance and flexibility for acrobatics that has come in handy. Fair colored skin that doesn't tan or burn. Soft pink lips and enchanting chocolate hued eyes are complimented with high cheekbones. Her voice holds the wisdom of experience with a smooth tone like honey or the finest silk.

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Personality: Dedication and truth are high values for her. Anything she does is met with an open mind and appreciation for it's components or what makes it live. She has little patience for bickering and insults. Making it a habit to not talk ill of anyone unless they truly deserve it. Life is precious and should not end if there are other ways.

Background: The fae have great pride in their pure, untainted, blood that has never been muddled with others. However there are cases where two beings meet and life is created out of love or other means. Samarei's father was simply entranced with her mother who is one of those fae so whimsical and light that each step almost sings from her grace. They met in secret one night and conceived a child even though they knew her people highly disapproved of them even seeing each other. When she could no longer hide her swollen belly the Elders demanded that the father pays for his crime. He was hunted, captured and beheaded right in front of her mother and everyone else to be made a lesson. When Samarei was born, there were only five minutes spent with her mother to be kissed and given a name before she had been taken away to a Monastery where they could surely do something with this "tainted spawn." As for her mother, she was immediately wedded to one of her kind so that she could make right with what she did earlier, something that to this day is never spoken of.

There is was raised with the wisdom of many and hearts that were like none other. Playing with other kids that have either lost their parents or were left there as infants like her. She grew up to have a true love for life and respect that made her very unique. When she was old enough to understand. One of the older Monks told of her birth and how she came to live with them. Not to shame Samarei, but to ensure that she grows with a heart that is not darkened by her past.

Committed to teachings and training that were offered to her, she grew up into a fine woman humble and kind. Sent to help others nearby with her fellow Monks, it was a meeting of the Council that set her fate to help the scholar that has been reaching out with the plea for aid. Trusting that she will be able to help tip the balance in the favor of life and defy the ones this "Ruin" that stands for everything they do not believe.



Other: She has only two Oaths that the Monks live by: Never to drink anything alcoholic and always speak the truth. (Unless it will cost an innocent's life or well being.)

She carries a sword made from within the Monastery itself and throwing stars. Simple pack of traveling equiptment and a horse.