Zerene Darliana [R] (Jya's Alt)
Nov 14, 2013 12:42:41 GMT -6
Post by Zerene on Nov 14, 2013 12:42:41 GMT -6
Name: Zerene Darliana
Class: Wyvern Rider
Hair Color: Moonstone Blue
Eye Color: Bright Red
Age: 18
Appearance:
Zerene appears to be a rather average person in height, standing at most 5’6” and general looks. Her hair only extends down to her neck in a rather messy cut. She doesn’t have a perfect figure, leaning more to a lanky side. Even her skin appears lighter and perhaps takes on properties of an Ilian. She has a rather relaxed posture reflecting her usual nature and approach to things. It works well with her rather neutral and almost tired facial expressions she usually has on. She can be taken for just a passing woman if not for the scars that lined her body from her training and her rather calloused hands. With a clear view of her body it is clear she has gone through much physical training to point of earning her place as a soldier.
Her partner, Arman, has amethyst colored scales and light blue tinted wings. Not the largest of the wyverns, he stands just a few feet taller than Zerene when on his hind legs. He can be rather intimidating with her rather sharp fangs and looks.
Clothes:
Zerene practically lives in her battle wear. She has the general leather wear beneath the actual armor. Her upper body has a dark blue, almost long coat like wear that wraps tightly around her body. Underneath she wears tight white pants that tuck neatly into her boots. A dark brown belt wraps around her waist and secures a pouch with a few belongings. Her dark purple armor covers her upper body, above her stomach, elbows and her shoulders. Her lower body armor extends from her boots to covering her knees. She also has a pair of long dark brown gloves that reaches almost to her elbows.
Arman wears the general saddle with a few pouches that is used to secure supplies just in case he needs to help transport.
Born in: Ilia
Story:
Zerene was born in the frigid northern lands of Ilia. Her parents were travelers of sorts, not rich enough to be considered merchants. The family did what they can to make do with what they had. At the time they were traveling with a group of performers, her parents learned quick and helped them prepare for the next show. However they stayed in Ilia far longer than they expected and ended up spending the winter. They were simply trapped in by the snow.
Unfortunately her mother didn’t survive childbirth and she was left in the hands of her rather incompetent father. Luckily her father knew that and decided that it would be best for her child to stay in a more stable environment if she survived the winter. Thankfully there were plenty of attendants to help her survive and she was soon on her way to Bern. The journey there was harsh to the point where her father had fallen ill. The people at the caravan had to safely drop her off at her grandparents’ home.
Though her grandparents loved her dearly they were also very world worn. Her father was supposed to be the last they planned on raising. Her grandfather was a stubborn fellow, having been an experienced and well received soldier in his own time. He was determined to raise the child properly and not end up like a wreck of a son that was her father. So they kept her and when she was old enough to ask about her parents, she was given a rather blunt reply.
She didn’t quite understand the idea of death at that time. Sure she knew what it meant, but the idea of it didn’t quite stick nor have any impact. She was just happy to have her family. That was until she got into the family business. Of course her grandfather wanted her to pick up the lance and learn how to be a proper soldier. Her grandmother would much rather have her be a working maid, but she always conceded defeat when it came down to the lifestyle. At this point the old man didn’t care about gender; there were plenty of self-respecting female soldiers. So, once she could pick up her own little play lance, she was subjected to a number of training sessions and corporal punishment for bad behavior. Her life seemed to be consumed with becoming a proper soldier for Bern.
Being a rather patriotic man, Zerene was born to practically idolize Bern as a nation. Thanks to her upbringing, when the state of Bern became clear, she could only appear shocked by it all. Of course the idea of Bern having to be under Ilia was subject of her grandfather’s rants. It made her rather uneasy, but she had always remained quiet. Whenever her grandfather mentioned her being born in that pathetic snowy land, she had a rougher day to look forward to.
Whenever she was applicable, she was sent into training within the army. It was a tiring time, though she did exceptionally well thanks to her training at home. Yet she never did feel quite complete. That was until she properly met the wyvern riders of Bern. She heard plenty of stories about them. Of course there were plenty of exaggeration but the first time she met one of them, for a moment she believed in all the tales. Perhaps it was whim of hers, but she decided to become one herself.
There were plenty of people who doubted her ability. She was a great fighter on land, but fighting on top of a mount was completely different. She had no experience, but she tried, oh how she tried to overcome her lack of experience. Her hard work did manage to pay off. She took all her squire jobs like a champ, even the least desirable ones. Some of the older riders even took a liking to her, giving her quick lessons in their free time.
When the time finally came for her to choose her own personal mount, she was so thrilled. However what ended up happening was the wyvern choosing her instead. She ended up paired with a rather rambunctious, energetic, and generally difficult to deal with. She quickly fell in love with her partner’s personality. The two became almost inseparable, she even sneaking to spend the night with her companion.
Sadly the happy times soon become overshadowed as her ideals were quickly put to the test. The missions started up rather simple, hunting a few bandits to protect the nation. This was all fine and dandy, her first hurdle was actually ending a human life. Sure it took her many restless nights, but she managed to jump over such a hurdle. Yet the hard part was the fact that Bern trained soldiers, not just simple guards.
There are times when she wondered if she could turn back that day. Fighting other soldiers is far more frightening than going against poorly armed bandits. A skirmish was what it should have been. Yet all that death, all the lives that were taken, the pleading look of the man as he begged to be able to return to his daughter, how he had done what he did to protect his life. For once she understood why her father ran away from the army. The incident shook her very foundation and belief, but she tried to hide it…until it finally came out.
She flew, with her wyvern by her side; she flew as far as she could. When the others weren’t aware and fighting off other men, she took that chance to get away. Sure she had soiled her family name, but she had to find out. Too much blood was already on her hands, but she chose to focus on the meaning behind her conflict. Sometimes she wondered if what she was doing was right and other times she felt so justified that she almost ignored her agitation. What did being a soldier really mean? Unfortunately her escape warranted a degree of capture. It was difficult training new wyvern riders. She had forced back her pursuers for now, but the fight took a great deal out of her. She didn’t want to die, not until she figured out the truth, her truth.
Class: Wyvern Rider
Hair Color: Moonstone Blue
Eye Color: Bright Red
Age: 18
Appearance:
Zerene appears to be a rather average person in height, standing at most 5’6” and general looks. Her hair only extends down to her neck in a rather messy cut. She doesn’t have a perfect figure, leaning more to a lanky side. Even her skin appears lighter and perhaps takes on properties of an Ilian. She has a rather relaxed posture reflecting her usual nature and approach to things. It works well with her rather neutral and almost tired facial expressions she usually has on. She can be taken for just a passing woman if not for the scars that lined her body from her training and her rather calloused hands. With a clear view of her body it is clear she has gone through much physical training to point of earning her place as a soldier.
Her partner, Arman, has amethyst colored scales and light blue tinted wings. Not the largest of the wyverns, he stands just a few feet taller than Zerene when on his hind legs. He can be rather intimidating with her rather sharp fangs and looks.
Clothes:
Zerene practically lives in her battle wear. She has the general leather wear beneath the actual armor. Her upper body has a dark blue, almost long coat like wear that wraps tightly around her body. Underneath she wears tight white pants that tuck neatly into her boots. A dark brown belt wraps around her waist and secures a pouch with a few belongings. Her dark purple armor covers her upper body, above her stomach, elbows and her shoulders. Her lower body armor extends from her boots to covering her knees. She also has a pair of long dark brown gloves that reaches almost to her elbows.
Arman wears the general saddle with a few pouches that is used to secure supplies just in case he needs to help transport.
Born in: Ilia
Story:
Zerene was born in the frigid northern lands of Ilia. Her parents were travelers of sorts, not rich enough to be considered merchants. The family did what they can to make do with what they had. At the time they were traveling with a group of performers, her parents learned quick and helped them prepare for the next show. However they stayed in Ilia far longer than they expected and ended up spending the winter. They were simply trapped in by the snow.
Unfortunately her mother didn’t survive childbirth and she was left in the hands of her rather incompetent father. Luckily her father knew that and decided that it would be best for her child to stay in a more stable environment if she survived the winter. Thankfully there were plenty of attendants to help her survive and she was soon on her way to Bern. The journey there was harsh to the point where her father had fallen ill. The people at the caravan had to safely drop her off at her grandparents’ home.
Though her grandparents loved her dearly they were also very world worn. Her father was supposed to be the last they planned on raising. Her grandfather was a stubborn fellow, having been an experienced and well received soldier in his own time. He was determined to raise the child properly and not end up like a wreck of a son that was her father. So they kept her and when she was old enough to ask about her parents, she was given a rather blunt reply.
She didn’t quite understand the idea of death at that time. Sure she knew what it meant, but the idea of it didn’t quite stick nor have any impact. She was just happy to have her family. That was until she got into the family business. Of course her grandfather wanted her to pick up the lance and learn how to be a proper soldier. Her grandmother would much rather have her be a working maid, but she always conceded defeat when it came down to the lifestyle. At this point the old man didn’t care about gender; there were plenty of self-respecting female soldiers. So, once she could pick up her own little play lance, she was subjected to a number of training sessions and corporal punishment for bad behavior. Her life seemed to be consumed with becoming a proper soldier for Bern.
Being a rather patriotic man, Zerene was born to practically idolize Bern as a nation. Thanks to her upbringing, when the state of Bern became clear, she could only appear shocked by it all. Of course the idea of Bern having to be under Ilia was subject of her grandfather’s rants. It made her rather uneasy, but she had always remained quiet. Whenever her grandfather mentioned her being born in that pathetic snowy land, she had a rougher day to look forward to.
Whenever she was applicable, she was sent into training within the army. It was a tiring time, though she did exceptionally well thanks to her training at home. Yet she never did feel quite complete. That was until she properly met the wyvern riders of Bern. She heard plenty of stories about them. Of course there were plenty of exaggeration but the first time she met one of them, for a moment she believed in all the tales. Perhaps it was whim of hers, but she decided to become one herself.
There were plenty of people who doubted her ability. She was a great fighter on land, but fighting on top of a mount was completely different. She had no experience, but she tried, oh how she tried to overcome her lack of experience. Her hard work did manage to pay off. She took all her squire jobs like a champ, even the least desirable ones. Some of the older riders even took a liking to her, giving her quick lessons in their free time.
When the time finally came for her to choose her own personal mount, she was so thrilled. However what ended up happening was the wyvern choosing her instead. She ended up paired with a rather rambunctious, energetic, and generally difficult to deal with. She quickly fell in love with her partner’s personality. The two became almost inseparable, she even sneaking to spend the night with her companion.
Sadly the happy times soon become overshadowed as her ideals were quickly put to the test. The missions started up rather simple, hunting a few bandits to protect the nation. This was all fine and dandy, her first hurdle was actually ending a human life. Sure it took her many restless nights, but she managed to jump over such a hurdle. Yet the hard part was the fact that Bern trained soldiers, not just simple guards.
There are times when she wondered if she could turn back that day. Fighting other soldiers is far more frightening than going against poorly armed bandits. A skirmish was what it should have been. Yet all that death, all the lives that were taken, the pleading look of the man as he begged to be able to return to his daughter, how he had done what he did to protect his life. For once she understood why her father ran away from the army. The incident shook her very foundation and belief, but she tried to hide it…until it finally came out.
She flew, with her wyvern by her side; she flew as far as she could. When the others weren’t aware and fighting off other men, she took that chance to get away. Sure she had soiled her family name, but she had to find out. Too much blood was already on her hands, but she chose to focus on the meaning behind her conflict. Sometimes she wondered if what she was doing was right and other times she felt so justified that she almost ignored her agitation. What did being a soldier really mean? Unfortunately her escape warranted a degree of capture. It was difficult training new wyvern riders. She had forced back her pursuers for now, but the fight took a great deal out of her. She didn’t want to die, not until she figured out the truth, her truth.
