Name: Tanya Bellacrose
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance:
Standing at a rather average 5’6, Tanya’s physique is best described as ‘fit’. Whilst she lacks the sort of hulking muscle common in blacksmiths and other labourers, she’s possessed of a lean, wiry grace – the sort most commonly seen in mercenaries and other skilled fighters. Similarly, her hands are marked by callouses that suggest a history of combat training, if not outright violence. She has a handful of scars, but the vast majority of them are hidden beneath her clothing, and not readily visible to the world.
A narrow face frames Tanya’s eyes, which are a gentle green in color. Her visage is marred only by the presence of a single lengthy scar, which cuts across her left cheek. Her hair is a coppery orange – not quite vibrant enough to truly be called red, but close. When left unbound, it falls low enough to reach the small of her back. Most of the time, however, she prefers to leave it pulled into a tight bun, so that it doesn’t get in her way.
Personality:
A kind-natured soul at heart, Tanya can be described as both cheery and optimistic. She’s quick to smile, laughs freely, and seems to make friends with relative ease, wherever her travels take her. Poor circumstances very rarely get her down, and she’s quick to try and lighten the mood of those she travels with. Playful quips and friendly banter are the norm around her, no matter how dark or dreary the day. Few things ever seem to get under her skin, for better or worse.
On the other hand, Tanya’s one greatest shortcoming is that she’s stubborn to an absolute fault. The girl very rarely changes her mind once she’s decided on a course of action, and only does so with a great measure of personal reluctance. She hates giving up, and has a bad habit of trying to fight losing battles, struggling well past the point where most people would cut their losses and run. Noble in theory, but often foolish in practice.
Personal history:
Born into a long family line with a proud history, Tanya’s future was decided upon before she could even walk.
Her childhood was a strict one, but happy, for the most part. As soon as she was able to hold a sword, she was sent to train with the other children, learning under the greatest quartermasters their home town had to offer. Once she proved herself capable of reading and writing, she was sent to study with its greatest minds, in hopes that she might inherit some of their wisdom. Any time beyond that was hers to do with as she pleased, and Tanya spent most if it playing with the other children who shared in her lessons.
As Tanya grew older, her training got stricter. Whilst some of the other children buckled under the pressure, however, she began to excel. It wasn’t long before her growing skill and dedication was noticed by her elders, and Tanya was selected to be one of the next generation’s keepers. Alongside a handful of other skilled students, it would be her lifelong duty to defend the greatest treasure her people possessed – an ancient tome – from any who might seek to steal or damage it.
When signs out of legends began to manifest, Tanya waited with baited breath to see if the chosen hero would appear – an event she had never dreamed would occur during her lifetime. As the weeks dragged into months, however, and no hero rose up to claim the tome as their own, Tanya began to grow worried. She pleaded with her elders, but they denied her requests, and instead insisted on burying their heads in the sand. And so, Tanya decided to take matters into her own hands. She stole the very tome that she was sworn to protect and set out into the world, against their wishes, determined to find the chosen hero spoken about in their prophecies. If the hero wouldn’t come to her, she would to go them, even if it meant searching every hidden corner of the world herself!
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