Sakura
May 16, 2009 19:59:12 GMT -6
Post by Sakura on May 16, 2009 19:59:12 GMT -6
(Post Timeskip}
Name:
Sakura Lydian
Class:
Cleric---> Bishop
Age:
15
Hair Style:
Long, curly and loose; reaches to her mid-back.
Hair Color:
Cyan
Eye Color:
Cyan
Physical Description:
4''9
85 lbs
She's very small for her age.
Clothes:
Sakura wears a light crimson top that is lightly armored to protect her from attacks, her bottom is a light silk skirt that reaches from the bottom of her ribs to her thighs, and on her feet are white leather boots that reach to her mid-shin.
Born in:
A small, nameless village in Lycia, south of Pherae.
Story:
When Sakura was still a baby, her mother (whose name was Mané) had been killed when their small farming village had been attacked, terrorized and pillaged by bandits. Her father (who was named Archer), however, had been able to survive, and although he could not save his late wife's life, he was able to heal all of the wounded villagers. He was a healer, you see, and the only healer in the whole villiage. Since it was a dirty farming town, there were often cases of illness or injury from work. He often had people coming to his home from early morning to early morning.
Seven years later, the young Sakura began to admire her father and his tireless hard working. He never complained, and always seemed to have an upbeat, warm smile on his face. This was what inspired Sakura to become just like him. And so, she practically begged her father to apprentice her. Naturally, he agreed to teach Sakura how to be a great healer.
Another eight years, and the young teenager was already an accomplished cleric. She was working alongside her father to aid the sick and broken, only she had offered to venture farther than the village and cure those distant.
Archer disliked it how his daughter had become an adventurer, for he was afraid that she would be attacked. Still, even the most of his lecturing didn't convince Sakura and he gave up. Every day that she left, the man held his breath until his daughter returned to him safely.
Unfortunetly, Archer had only thought of the outside to be dangerous. He nor anyone else in the town had suspected it when the same bandits attacked the village once more. This time, they were looking to make the village their ruined outpost.
The bandits set fire and killed until the whole village was nothing but a ruin. Crumbled, burned buildings and charred trees made up what used to be a happy little town.
Luckily, Sakura had been away on a house call when the attack had taken place, and when she returned to the wreckage, there was nothing to be seen that was usual. She ran to the remains of her house and dug the bricks with as much power she could manage. When she had cleared some debrise, her heart stopped cold.
The face that she knew to be so warm and patient was now expressionless. Bloody. Sakura couldn't believe it was her father, but it was. When the fact hit her, she cried until she was almost dehydrated. After her crying, she went into hysteria. Screaming and wailing. The shock was too much.
The old woman that Sakura had just treated had followed her to town since she had forgot to pay. That was when she found the young girl curled into a ball, crying on Archer's dead body. The woman collected Sakura into her arms and brought her back to her home, letting the shocked girl stay there.
After awhile, Sakura became restless. It was too hard to just sit there anymore. So when the woman slept, Sakura had left a note thanking the woman for unbelieveable kindness and telling her that she would never see Sakura again. The cleric girl had made up her mind to adventure the lands and help those that her father couldn't reach.
Before her long journey, Sakura stopped by her ruined town one last time as a respectful goodbye to the dead villagers and her father. As she walked the wreckage, the cleric had a strange feeling that made her notice a few chests under some of the rubble. She figured the bandits must have missed them. Inside the chests were gold pieces, herbs and in a chest located at the very back of her own old home was a silver staff with her father's initials engraved onto the bottom. She knew that it was her father's spirit that had led her to these treasures. And with a final thank you, the girl set off to adventure.
Sakura Lydian
Class:
Cleric
Age:
15
Hair Style:
Long, curly and loose; reaches to her mid-back.
Hair Color:
Cyan
Eye Color:
Cyan
Physical Description:
4''9
85 lbs
She's very small for her age.
Clothes:
Sakura wears a light crimson top that is lightly armored to protect her from attacks, her bottom is a light silk skirt that reaches from the bottom of her ribs to her thighs, and on her feet are white leather boots that reach to her mid-shin.
Born in:
A small, nameless village in Lycia, south of Pherae.
Story:
When Sakura was still a baby, her mother (whose name was Mané) had been killed when their small farming village had been attacked, terrorized and pillaged by bandits. Her father (who was named Archer), however, had been able to survive, and although he could not save his late wife's life, he was able to heal all of the wounded villagers. He was a healer, you see, and the only healer in the whole villiage. Since it was a dirty farming town, there were often cases of illness or injury from work. He often had people coming to his home from early morning to early morning.
Seven years later, the young Sakura began to admire her father and his tireless hard working. He never complained, and always seemed to have an upbeat, warm smile on his face. This was what inspired Sakura to become just like him. And so, she practically begged her father to apprentice her. Naturally, he agreed to teach Sakura how to be a great healer.
Another eight years, and the young teenager was already an accomplished cleric. She was working alongside her father to aid the sick and broken, only she had offered to venture farther than the village and cure those distant.
Archer disliked it how his daughter had become an adventurer, for he was afraid that she would be attacked. Still, even the most of his lecturing didn't convince Sakura and he gave up. Every day that she left, the man held his breath until his daughter returned to him safely.
Unfortunetly, Archer had only thought of the outside to be dangerous. He nor anyone else in the town had suspected it when the same bandits attacked the village once more. This time, they were looking to make the village their ruined outpost.
The bandits set fire and killed until the whole village was nothing but a ruin. Crumbled, burned buildings and charred trees made up what used to be a happy little town.
Luckily, Sakura had been away on a house call when the attack had taken place, and when she returned to the wreckage, there was nothing to be seen that was usual. She ran to the remains of her house and dug the bricks with as much power she could manage. When she had cleared some debrise, her heart stopped cold.
The face that she knew to be so warm and patient was now expressionless. Bloody. Sakura couldn't believe it was her father, but it was. When the fact hit her, she cried until she was almost dehydrated. After her crying, she went into hysteria. Screaming and wailing. The shock was too much.
The old woman that Sakura had just treated had followed her to town since she had forgot to pay. That was when she found the young girl curled into a ball, crying on Archer's dead body. The woman collected Sakura into her arms and brought her back to her home, letting the shocked girl stay there.
After awhile, Sakura became restless. It was too hard to just sit there anymore. So when the woman slept, Sakura had left a note thanking the woman for unbelieveable kindness and telling her that she would never see Sakura again. The cleric girl had made up her mind to adventure the lands and help those that her father couldn't reach.
Before her long journey, Sakura stopped by her ruined town one last time as a respectful goodbye to the dead villagers and her father. As she walked the wreckage, the cleric had a strange feeling that made her notice a few chests under some of the rubble. She figured the bandits must have missed them. Inside the chests were gold pieces, herbs and in a chest located at the very back of her own old home was a silver staff with her father's initials engraved onto the bottom. She knew that it was her father's spirit that had led her to these treasures. And with a final thank you, the girl set off to adventure.