ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Morning ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Southwest of Roshmi City ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte @Tae ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, first aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers. The fight against the owlbear continued, and the white haired fairy dealt another blast of magic towards the beast’s limbs, freezing it in place. The owlbear struggled to free itself to little avail, but in time the ice began to crack. Before Zeva could take the opportunity to show off again, the light elf returned to the scene in animated flair, and stepped right up to Zeva. She cocked her head to the side in visible confusion as he whispered his suspicions of her; as far as she knew, she had not met nor wronged the man.
There was little opportunity for Zeva to protest as the light elf proceeded to converse with the trapped beast, with a laissez-faire attitude that gave the impression he had done this many times before. He uttered a quick prayer and promptly dispatched the owlbear, with smoke and the smell of burnt poultry and feathers wafting up into the air.
As soon as the fight was over, all of the tension that had been holding Zeva together loosened, and she dropped to the ground in relief. It was a blessing to have encountered these travelers on her journey, even if it meant bringing danger upon them because she surely would have died on her own. Now relaxed, Zeva took a moment to really examine her surroundings and the people who had graciously helped her. Her eyes drifted to a sullen looking man; he seemed disappointed he couldn’t do more. He caught Zeva’s curiosity – perhaps he was an elf too, but his ears were rather small, or hidden. If he were a fae, he was missing his wings, though she supposed it was possible that he could’ve lost them tragically. Perhaps he was a warforged, but it seemed unlikely. Zeva decided not to ponder on this too heavily – people had their own circumstances.
The fairy girl and the light elf both gave the owlbear a prayer, before an auburn haired demihuman began salvaging the valuable parts of the dead beast. Though Zeva really wanted to thank the group and introduce herself, the sullen man and two fairies appeared evidently cautious of her and stepped away. Zeva made a small pout; she missed her opportunity to make a good impression. The light elf seemed to be the leader of the group, and took on the responsibility of interrogating the stranger in their midst.
Zeva shot up and grabbed Mister Luum’s hand with enthusiasm, using the right hand from the injured arm as the other was still clasped over her wound. “Nice to meet you Mister Luum!” She shook his hand up and down. “My name is Zeva! Thank you and everyone so much for helping me!!” At this point, she had let go of the light elf’s hand and the injured arm returned slumped to her side.
“I’ve lived in Illuminata for quite awhile, but my parents say I was born in a town near Riverbloom. I moved to Illuminata a long time ago. So I don’t remember what Riverbloom was like. I’m going to graduate from Aegnor Stonel soon, so I guess I’m still a student, but I like fighting a lot more than studying.” Zeva giggled. “I was on the way to Roshmi City to buy new daggers. I had just saved enough to get an upgrade so I’m hoping to buy top-of-the-line daggers that will last me a long while. I figured I would travel to Roshmi City on foot and get some training done on the way, so I was looking around for some monsters to fight. But I kept running into small prey! How am I supposed to get more fighting experience with rabbits? I had just hunted a Joverine boar earlier and that's when I ran into the owlbear; I thought it was hungry and wanted the boar for itself, but it still followed me after I left the boar for it and ran away… Anyway, I’m glad I ran into everyone here! You really saved me, thanks again!”
Zeva’s monologue finally ended, typically giving relief to those on the receiving end. While she rambled, Mister Luum’s companion had been skillfully dismantling the owlbear, and it was impressive to see her haul all of the goods.
“Wow, what are you going to do with the owlbear?” Zeva’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. Her gaze returned to Mister Luum, “By the way, what are you guys doing here? Heading to Roshmi City as well?”
All of a sudden, a loud road erupted from the dark-haired man, and the skies bellowed in unison as a bolt of lightning smited the forest floor by his feet. The energy seemed to flow around him, and the blast sent a gust of wind that stirred up leaves and dust and brushed past Zeva’s skin. Zeva watched, bewildered, as the man vaulted forward with that built-up energy, and the scene was over in a snap.
Her eyes remained wide as she directed her gaze back to the light elf standing next to her. She pointed back and forth between the man and Mister Luum, “Wha-, what was that?”
The fight ends and Zeva observes the group, and is confused on what Bardulf is. She introduces herself to Mister Luum and grabs his hand for a handshake, and rambles on about her backstory. After, she reacts to Bardulf's sudden burst of lightning.
ᴛɪᴍᴇ | Morning ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Southwest of Roshmi City ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte @Tae ᴇQᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ | Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, fist aid, etc), sapphire pendant, twin daggers.
“So you thought, lead the owlbear toward others, let someone else sort out your mess. Great plan, typical elf logic.”
Zeva glanced over at the snowy-haired stranger that tossed her the biting words. She responded with an awkward, nervous smile; she wasn’t expecting the strangers to take too kindly to her leading danger straight to them. While they might hold a grudge against her for this, it was a much better option than dying alone in a forest.
The other fairy of the group reassured him, "It’ll be okay.”
Zeva nodded in furious agreement; she liked this fairy lady already. “Yes! We’ll be fine if we work together!” she beamed.
As the owlbear came into view from past the trees, the winter fairy took swift action, skillfully wielding her polearm against the beast that charged towards them. In the next second, a wall of ice sprung from the ground and kept the owlbear at bay. The ground beneath them seemed to shake as the large beast rammed the full force of its body towards it, but the ice wall remained strong.
Woah, that’s some cool magic! Wonder what it would be like to fight an ice magic user…
While the others in the group seemed appropriately focused on the beast, the light elf that Zeva gravitated towards earlier seemed to be lost in his own world. Honestly, his vocal absentmindedness was distracting Zeva from the imminent threat in front of them. He was rambling about things Zeva didn’t understand, going on about Bardulf and a lost staff – which one of them was Bardulf anyway? In the next moment, the light elf pranced away on his own while Zeva watched, bewildered. She couldn’t believe that her fellow light elf would abandon his friends in a moment of danger, something that Zeva herself would find inexcusable. There wasn’t any time to ponder this man’s virtue, however, and Zeva quickly refocused on the battle.
The next one to attack was the dark-haired man. Something seemed to take over him as he steeled himself for the owlbear’s charge. He drew his weapon, and with electrifying speed he swung his blade into the hide of the foul beast. The halberd sank a deep wound into its neck, and the man swiftly dealt another blow to its arm. Zeva couldn’t help but to be impressed by his strength and agility; she was sure he’d make a great opponent as well.
“I’ll have a go!” Zeva smiled mischievously as she readied her weapons. She winced, lifting up her injured arm, but she was eager to deal more damage to the beast in payment for the wound she received from it. The dark haired man did a great job, and the owlbear was staggering already. Even with the state her arm was in, it would be easy to land a hit.
Zeva jumped off her left foot and dashed towards the owlbear. The beast stumbled backwards and raised up its uninjured paw into the air in preparation to attack. Zeva swiftly altered course mid-sprint, and leaped above the beast’s swinging claws. An orb of light began to form in her hand, and she physically thrusted the concentrated light into the beast’s eyes, “Wa-pow!”
Now blinded, Zeva darted her daggers through its flesh, butchering an ‘X’ on its shoulder. After landing the attack, Zeva jumped backwards, away from the beast, and re-applied pressure to her bleeding arm. She was giddy in vengeful glee and sneered at the beast, “Haha, how do you like that?”
Zeva reassures Bowyn along with Rue, and silently judges Mister Luum for ditching the fight. She admires Bardulf’s attacks and attacks the owlbear herself with some light magic and dagger moves.
【Ｔｉｍｅ】 Morning 【Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ】 Southwest of Roshmi City 【Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｏｎｓ】 Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Bardulf @Lava Alckon, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Brigitte @Tae 【Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ】 Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, fist aid, etc), twin daggers.
“Ouch!”
Zeva flinched as her fingers pricked the pointy end of a branch from an alaberry bush, drawing a bead of blood at the site. She instinctively brought her hand to her lips as she gave the bush a little kick in frustration, almost spilling the already collected berries in her other hand. Nearby was Zeva’s makeshift campsite she had set up last night, with a thin trail of smoke lifting towards the rosy skies as the last embers of her fire died out. The alaberry bush was a lucky find, as Zeva was growing increasingly tired of the few remaining rations she brought with her on her journey to Roshmi City.
Happily munching on her hard-fought spoils, Zeva crossed her legs and sat down by the ash pile that had by now fizzled out. She had been traveling through the Avalian wilderness for about a week now, with the goal of buying high-quality daggers in Roshmi City and getting some fighting experience on the way. Two birds with one stone, as they say. Through many shifts at The Oak Tree, she managed to save enough to upgrade her equipment and she was determined to not hold back on her spending.
Once Zeva finished her snack, she wiped off her mouth with the back of her hand, her fingertips still stained in berry juice, and quickly sprung up. She dusted off the dirt from her clothes, and picked up the travel bag that had been leading against a tree trunk. Back to training on the road! Zeva joyfully skipped away from her discarded campsite; with two daggers in hand, she swung her arms from side to side as she pranced across the forest floor. Her goal was to get deeper into the woods where creatures hid, so she could encounter some challenging foe. Nothing like live combat to improve fighting skills! For most of her journey, Zeva had been fighting small prey, like rabbits for food and the occasional almiraj or Joverine boar. But she was ready for a real challenge now, and she was sure she could take it on.
Fifteen minutes out, there was a distinct rustle in the distance. Zeva crouched down, eyeing the foliage a few yards away, where blushed rays of light danced upon the dewy leaves, casting patterned shadow on the dense forest floor and shorter fauna. Steady, steady… Zeva’s hand gripped the hilt of her blade tighter as she leaned towards the sound.
Zeva’s left foot snapped back instinctively as the silhouette of a sturdy creature pounced out of the bush and rushed towards her. She managed to dodge its first lunge and distanced herself enough to get a good look at the beast.
“Really? Another damn boar??” Zeva sighed in disbelief. Her shoulder dropped, disappointed in the difficulty level of prey. Sluggishly, she regained her composure and readied herself for the battle. “Guess we’re doing this again!” She raised her draggers in front of her face and bent her knees. The boar charged. The wind caressed Zeva’s frame as she flipped through the air, landing on the other side of the boar’s onslaught. In a swift motion, her body twisted to build momentum, her arms swinging both daggers towards the boar’s body. It squealed in pain as the blade grazed its hind legs, a shallow scratch. Angered, the beast charged again, directing its sharp tusks towards Zeva’s exposed midriff.
“Chill, boar, chill,” Zeva mused as she skipped away right before the boar’s tusks impaled her, an enthusiastic grin on her face. She swung again, landing another wound on the beast’s side. It was easy to hit such a large target, especially when it charged so honestly and eagerly.
After several more bouts, Zeva finally felled the beast and it collapsed in a puddle of its own blood. Haha! I did it again! She knelt down to the beast's head, ready to take a tusk as her trophy. Her dagger dug into the boar’s flesh, when an ominous shadow suddenly darkened Zeva’s view of her catch.
"Grr.." A low rumble sounded behind Zeva’s ears, a little too close for comfort. Slowly, she turned her head towards the source of the noise.
An owlbear stood behind her in a menacing stance, on the prowl as if about to strike. Zeva let out a soft nervous laugh, before cautiously standing up. No doubt the creature was lured by the sounds of their earlier scuffle and now was tempted by the meal, no, meals standing before it. Quietly, Zeva lowered into a fighting stance and her lips tugged into a cocky smile. Let’s fucking go.
The owlbear snarled and hurled its massive frame towards the elf. Zeva wasn’t so lucky this time, and managed to put her arms defensively in front of her to brace for the impact. Her body flew several feet backwards and her back slammed on a nearby tree. “Ouch, ouch, ow…” Zeva grimaced but quickly recovered and rebounded on her feet, dashing towards the owlbear, then shifting rapidly to its right side. Her daggers barely nicked its skin, being shielded by its plentiful fur coat and feathers. Her performance was being affected by the blow the owlbear landed on her earlier and she could still feel the pain pulsing through her body with every step she took.
Cough, Zeva’s slight pause to regain composure gave the owlbear its next opportunity to attack. A large paw adorned with rigid claws swiped towards her. She barely managed to dodge, sustaining a sizable gash on her upper right arm. Fuck, fuck, fuck!! Zeva hated losing, and she hated admitting it even more. She kept focus on dodging the owlbear as she considered her next move. Fight or flight? As the battle drew on and Zeva grew more and more tired, the latter became the more rational option.
“UGGHHH, fine! FINE!” Zeva shouted in exasperation as she began to dart the other way, clasping tightly at her injured arm to try to stop the bleeding. She was forced to learn the hard truth in that moment, that she in fact, could not take it on. The owlbear followed diligently in pursuit, growling as it went, undistracted by the free meal of Joverine boar that Zeva so graciously prepared for it. It seemed to value taking down Zeva more, who offended it with her aggressive behavior. Zeva jumped from tree to tree, and before long, she saw a clearing ahead. As she drew closer, she could make out a group of people gathered on a dirt path who looked robust enough. This is it!! This is my chance!!
“OWLBEAR INCOMING! HELP!!” Zeva glanced behind her, and the beast was still following closely behind. “Holy crap, GET OUT OF THE WAY!!” She launched off a tree trunk and somersaulted out of the clearing and ran straight in the middle of the group. Thinking fast, she saw another light elf in the group and instinctively sprinted to his side, her weapons drawn in preparation for the owlbear’s next attack.
【Ｔｉｍｅ】 Morning 【Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ】 Southwest of Roshmi City 【Ｉｎｔｅｒａｃｔｉｏｎｓ】 【Ｍｅｎｔｉｏｎｓ】 【Ｅｑｕｉｐｍｅｎｔ】 Travel bag with essentials (money, rations, fist aid, etc), twin daggers.
“Ouch!”
Zeva flinched as her fingers pricked the pointy end of a branch from an alaberry bush, drawing a bead of blood at the site. She instinctively brought her hand to her lips as she gave the bush a little kick in frustration, almost spilling the already collected berries in her other hand. Nearby was Zeva’s makeshift campsite she had set up last night, with a thin trail of smoke lifting towards the rosy skies as the last embers of her fire died out. The alaberry bush was a lucky find, as Zeva was growing increasingly tired of the few remaining rations she brought with her on her journey to Roshmi City.
In the right light, it looks like there are pink pigments that glow within her cool toned irises. She has a small lengthwise scar on her upper right calf from a misstep while training. Her hands are rough and calloused from her consistent weapon use.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Fighting ⋆ Her sapphire pendant, which she keeps in a pouch around her waist ⋆ Savory and bitter flavors ⋆ Weapons ⋆ Novel experiences ⋆ Cute small animals
Dislikes:
⋆ Studying ⋆ Waiting too long for something ⋆ Cowardly people ⋆ Losing ⋆ Running away from a fight ⋆ Injustice
Fears:
⋆ Losing her family and friends ⋆ Having her freedom taken away ⋆ Failing her parents ⋆ Torture
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Being too loud without noticing ⋆ Teasing people ⋆ Twirls and plays with her hair a lot. A LOT. Fidgets in general. ⋆ Finds difficulty in self-control; acts before thinking if there’s something she wants.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Personality:
Zeva’s youth shines in her loud and boisterous personality, reflecting a sheltered life ignorant to the first-hand experience of the dark elves’ assault. She has a bright and cheerful disposition, absent of the sullen, worn tiredness that her parents’ eyes hold. While she is extroverted at heart, Zeva is surprisingly awkward around people. Any conversation outside of topics that interest her seem to fall on deaf ears and her mind wanders elsewhere. Despite this quirk, Zeva truly enjoys the company of others and wears her heart on her sleeve, often too trusting of how people are on the surface.
Confident in her fighting prowess and naturally courageous, Zeva doesn’t hesitate to jump between threats and her loved ones. Part of this is due to her impulsivity – she acts before she thinks, and is quite frankly, simple-minded. She’s straightforward, acting directly upon her values and feelings and in the way she makes decisions, whether that be joy, sadness, or anger. This recklessness could be attributed to Zeva’s immaturity; having never known true fear, there’s nothing yet to hold her back. She’s arrogant in this way too and believes she can handle more than she actually can. Zeva’s strong sense of justice is also paired with her unwavering confidence, though a lot of it has been built upon stories the elders have told her from a young age, and she would benefit from further molding her worldview as she gains more experience with the world.
While Zeva is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she makes up for smarts with her cunning battle instinct. She may not be as battle-hardened as older elves, but her natural talent makes her a force to be reckoned with. Battle skills aside, Zeva leans more as an EQ rather than IQ person, with a varied sense of humor and carefree attitude.
Background
Occupation
Waitress and bartender at The Oak Tree
Living Immediate Family Members:
Ariadne Aryth - Mom (Foster) Garrick Aryth - Dad (Foster)
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Birth Father Birth Mother (Presumed)
Current Companions:
Arlen Vanwye - Friends
Current and Past Lover(s):
N/A
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Two daggers, some bandages, coin pouch, sapphire pendant. She keeps most of her stuff in her room.
History:
Zevania, affectionately called ‘Zeva’ by most, was born in a small dwelling at the edge of a faerie settlement, some ways south of the River Fairy Kingdom. There are but a handful of people that bore witness to this event, given the complicated circumstances of her birth. Unbeknownst to Zeva, her mother was cousin to the princess of the royal family who married the son of a royal court minister. Though they were not part of the main lineage, these details mattered not to the dark elves who would stop at nothing to smother out the remnants of royal blood that may one day spark rebellion against their reign. So when Malthemoor’s forces successfully conquered the light elves and began massacring the royals, Zeva’s parents became fugitives. In the company of a few loyal guards, they traveled light and crossed the continent with fake identities to evade capture.
The first few years were hard. There were Malthemoor soldiers littered in many Avalian strongholds and cities, so they mostly stuck to small villages and makeshift outdoor shelters. Towards the end of their journey, Zeva’s parents found themselves in a small fae town. The fairies aided the group in hiding Zeva’s mother and her pregnancy, and it was through their kindness that they were able to live in relative peace and comfort until Zeva’s birth. She had a safe delivery, and Zeva was the shining hope for her parents who had endured much hardship together and represented the accumulation of all the challenges they had overcome. However, fate would not be so kind as to let them savor this small happiness for long. When Zeva was six months old, rumors of a fugitive elf group staying near the fairy kingdom began to circulate and her parents knew that they would have to leave again, find another home. Despite their vigilance, they had already overstayed their welcome, too complacent in their newfound domestic comfort. While they were preparing to leave, dark elf soldiers came knocking at their door.
“Search the premises!” One of them bellowed as the froot door fell to the ground with a thud, and he scattered his subordinates across the humble home. Zeva’s father frantically fought back the horde of dark elves, but was quickly overwhelmed by their numbers. In the woods behind the property, Zeva was held tightly in the arms of a knight, Ariadne, followed closely by her mother and two additional guards. They had a head start, but the dark elves would make their way to the forest soon. Their pursuit lasted for hours, then days, and Zeva’s mother knew they had to make a choice. The dark elves were not yet aware of Zeva’s existence, so they would not pursue her any further if they believed all the royals they were hunting had been accounted for. They split into two groups, and with a hardened heart, Zeva’s mother stayed behind to lure the dark elves away from Zeva’s escape, leaving behind a single sapphire pendant for her daughter.
Some years passed and Zeva was raised to be a healthy, energetic girl by the two guards who remained, Ariadne and Garrik, who she recognized as her parents. They had quiet lives near the Sun Elf Kingdom, where Ariadne became a seamstress and Garrik a shopkeeper of a general store. Both of them stayed together with the sole purpose of raising Zeva out of the sense of duty they felt towards her late parents. Zeva, who was not made aware of her true identity, had no reason to question her quaint family life and lived as any other young elf. But she couldn’t help but to be drawn to the old weaponry her parents kept lying around the house. What use does a seamstress and shopkeeper have for a chest full of bows, arrows, daggers, and longswords? There had always been stories told to her of the war, of how the dark elves decimated all the things her parents’ held dear, always under hushed, fearful breath. The scars left by the dark elf usurpation ran deep, and she figured her parents had long ago left behind a life on the front lines of the war. Noticing her curiosity, Ariadne and Garrick decided to give Zeva some supplemental lessons to her regular elven schooling. They surmised that with Zeva’s background taken into account, it would benefit her to know how to defend herself.
To their surprise, Zeva had a natural fighting instinct and showed rapid progression through hand-to-hand combat and weapon use. She had a quick reaction time and nimbleness that proved advantageous in combat, and a creativity that allowed her to react in unexpected ways when cornered. As time flew and Zeva’s hands roughened with constant training, she grasped an advanced proficiency in a variety of weaponry, but her favorite by far was dual wielding daggers. There was something about getting her blade in so close proximity to her enemy that felt right. Melee skill aside, light magic was what Zeva struggled with. She could handle the basics of generating and manipulating light, but there’s not much else she’s managed to do so far. Much of her time is spent throwing and swinging metal around anyway, and she didn’t focus too much on what she couldn’t do.
Eventually, Zeva enrolled in Aegnor Stonel Academy, though a little later than most as she spent her early years in the village where her parents lived. Ariadne and Garrick wished for Zeva to lead a life of peace and for her to do well in her studies to hide in plain sight within elven society. Despite their intentions, Zeva never fully committed herself to academia. She had friends that helped her scrape by with most classes while she spent most of her attention away from school, fluttering about town, finding new places to explore and things to do. When she wasn’t training in the school’s courtyard, Zeva worked part-time at The Oak Tree to help pay for daily expenses.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
⋆ Super active. Trains daily in combat and weapon use.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ High dexterity. Zeva is agile and nimble and uses it to her advantage in her fighting style. ⋆ Toned muscle and ingrained muscle memory from decades of continuous activity. ⋆ Can definitely throw a punch.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Durability; while Zeva can dodge attacks and deal damage, she lacks in defense. ⋆ Endurance; Zeva’s not much of a marathon-er, and prefers short clashes than battles of attrition.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Bladed weapons: 60 years. Dual daggers are consistently her favorite weapon of choice, and she spent considerably less time learning traditional swordsmanship. ⋆ Bow and arrow: 20 years. Prefers close combat.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 50 years. Zeva trained in hand-to-hand combat adjacent to her weapons training with her parents, and extended to getting into fights with other elves as a child for ‘practice’.
Abilities
Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 20 years. Zeva hasn’t put a lot of thought in magic training so far but learned some in school. ⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 10 years. Zeva has tried to learn better illusions to create feints in fights, but hasn’t completely mastered it yet and rather dedicate time elsewhere. ⋆ Shielding: 10 years
In the right light, it looks like there are pink pigments that glow within her cool toned irises. She has a small lengthwise scar on her upper right calf from a misstep while training. Her hands are rough and calloused from her consistent weapon use.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Fighting ⋆ Her sapphire pendant, which she keeps in a pouch around her waist ⋆ Savory and bitter flavors ⋆ Weapons ⋆ Novel experiences ⋆ Cute small animals
Dislikes:
⋆ Studying ⋆ Waiting too long for something ⋆ Cowardly people ⋆ Losing ⋆ Running away from a fight ⋆ Injustice
Fears:
⋆ Losing her family and friends ⋆ Having her freedom taken away ⋆ Failing her parents ⋆ Torture
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Being too loud without noticing ⋆ Teasing people ⋆ Twirls and plays with her hair a lot. A LOT. Fidgets in general. ⋆ Finds difficulty in self-control; acts before thinking if there’s something she wants.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Personality:
Zeva’s youth shines in her loud and boisterous personality, reflecting a sheltered life ignorant to the first-hand experience of the dark elves’ assault. She has a bright and cheerful disposition, absent of the sullen, worn tiredness that her parents’ eyes hold. While she is extroverted at heart, Zeva is surprisingly awkward around people. Any conversation outside of topics that interest her seem to fall on deaf ears and her mind wanders elsewhere. Despite this quirk, Zeva truly enjoys the company of others and wears her heart on her sleeve, often too trusting of how people are on the surface.
Confident in her fighting prowess and naturally courageous, Zeva doesn’t hesitate to jump between threats and her loved ones. Part of this is due to her impulsivity – she acts before she thinks, and is quite frankly, simple-minded. She’s straightforward, acting directly upon her values and feelings and in the way she makes decisions, whether that be joy, sadness, or anger. This recklessness could be attributed to Zeva’s immaturity; having never known true fear, there’s nothing yet to hold her back. She’s arrogant in this way too and believes she can handle more than she actually can. Zeva’s strong sense of justice is also paired with her unwavering confidence, though a lot of it has been built upon stories the elders have told her from a young age, and she would benefit from further molding her worldview as she gains more experience with the world.
While Zeva is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she makes up for smarts with her cunning battle instinct. She may not be as battle-hardened as older elves, but her natural talent makes her a force to be reckoned with. Battle skills aside, Zeva leans more as an EQ rather than IQ person, with a varied sense of humor and carefree attitude.
Background
Occupation
Waitress and bartender at The Oak Tree
Living Immediate Family Members:
Ariadne Aryth - Mom (Foster) Garrick Aryth - Dad (Foster)
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Birth Father Birth Mother (Presumed)
Current Companions:
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Current and Past Lover(s):
N/A
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Two daggers, some bandages, coin pouch, sapphire pendant. She keeps most of her stuff in her room.
History:
Zevania, affectionately called ‘Zeva’ by most, was born in a small dwelling at the edge of a faerie settlement, some ways south of the River Fairy Kingdom. There are but a handful of people that bore witness to this event, given the complicated circumstances of her birth. Unbeknownst to Zeva, her mother was cousin to the princess of the royal family who married the son of a royal court minister. Though they were not part of the main lineage, these details mattered not to the dark elves who would stop at nothing to smother out the remnants of royal blood that may one day spark rebellion against their reign. So when Malthemoor’s forces successfully conquered the light elves and began massacring the royals, Zeva’s parents became fugitives. In the company of a few loyal guards, they traveled light and crossed the continent with fake identities to evade capture.
The first few years were hard. There were Malthemoor soldiers littered in many Avalian strongholds and cities, so they mostly stuck to small villages and makeshift outdoor shelters. Towards the end of their journey, Zeva’s parents found themselves in a small fae town. The fairies aided the group in hiding Zeva’s mother and her pregnancy, and it was through their kindness that they were able to live in relative peace and comfort until Zeva’s birth. She had a safe delivery, and Zeva was the shining hope for her parents who had endured much hardship together and represented the accumulation of all the challenges they had overcome. However, fate would not be so kind as to let them savor this small happiness for long. When Zeva was six months old, rumors of a fugitive elf group staying near the fairy kingdom began to circulate and her parents knew that they would have to leave again, find another home. Despite their vigilance, they had already overstayed their welcome, too complacent in their newfound domestic comfort. While they were preparing to leave, dark elf soldiers came knocking at their door.
“Search the premises!” One of them bellowed as the froot door fell to the ground with a thud, and he scattered his subordinates across the humble home. Zeva’s father frantically fought back the horde of dark elves, but was quickly overwhelmed by their numbers. In the woods behind the property, Zeva was held tightly in the arms of a knight, Ariadne, followed closely by her mother and two additional guards. They had a head start, but the dark elves would make their way to the forest soon. Their pursuit lasted for hours, then days, and Zeva’s mother knew they had to make a choice. The dark elves were not yet aware of Zeva’s existence, so they would not pursue her any further if they believed all the royals they were hunting had been accounted for. They split into two groups, and with a hardened heart, Zeva’s mother stayed behind to lure the dark elves away from Zeva’s escape, leaving behind a single sapphire pendant for her daughter.
Some years passed and Zeva was raised to be a healthy, energetic girl by the two guards who remained, Ariadne and Garrik, who she recognized as her parents. They had quiet lives near the Sun Elf Kingdom, where Ariadne became a seamstress and Garrik a shopkeeper of a general store. Both of them stayed together with the sole purpose of raising Zeva out of the sense of duty they felt towards her late parents. Zeva, who was not made aware of her true identity, had no reason to question her quaint family life and lived as any other young elf. But she couldn’t help but to be drawn to the old weaponry her parents kept lying around the house. What use does a seamstress and shopkeeper have for a chest full of bows, arrows, daggers, and longswords? There had always been stories told to her of the war, of how the dark elves decimated all the things her parents’ held dear, always under hushed, fearful breath. The scars left by the dark elf usurpation ran deep, and she figured her parents had long ago left behind a life on the front lines of the war. Noticing her curiosity, Ariadne and Garrick decided to give Zeva some supplemental lessons to her regular elven schooling. They surmised that with Zeva’s background taken into account, it would benefit her to know how to defend herself.
To their surprise, Zeva had a natural fighting instinct and showed rapid progression through hand-to-hand combat and weapon use. She had a quick reaction time and nimbleness that proved advantageous in combat, and a creativity that allowed her to react in unexpected ways when cornered. As time flew and Zeva’s hands roughened with constant training, she grasped an advanced proficiency in a variety of weaponry, but her favorite by far was dual wielding daggers. There was something about getting her blade in so close proximity to her enemy that felt right. Melee skill aside, light magic was what Zeva struggled with. She could handle the basics of generating and manipulating light, but there’s not much else she’s managed to do so far. Much of her time is spent throwing and swinging metal around anyway, and she didn’t focus too much on what she couldn’t do.
Eventually, Zeva enrolled in Aegnor Stonel Academy, though a little later than most as she spent her early years in the village where her parents lived. Ariadne and Garrick wished for Zeva to lead a life of peace and for her to do well in her studies to hide in plain sight within elven society. Despite their intentions, Zeva never fully committed herself to academia. She had friends that helped her scrape by with most classes while she spent most of her attention away from school, fluttering about town, finding new places to explore and things to do. When she wasn’t training in the school’s courtyard, Zeva worked part-time at The Oak Tree to help pay for daily expenses.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
⋆ Super active. Trains daily in combat and weapon use.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ High dexterity. Zeva is agile and nimble and uses it to her advantage in her fighting style. ⋆ Toned muscle and ingrained muscle memory from decades of continuous activity. ⋆ Can definitely throw a punch.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Durability; while Zeva can dodge attacks and deal damage, she lacks in defense. ⋆ Endurance; Zeva’s not much of a marathon-er, and prefers short clashes than battles of attrition.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Bladed weapons: 60 years. Dual daggers are consistently her favorite weapon of choice, and she spent considerably less time learning traditional swordsmanship. ⋆ Bow and arrow: 20 years. Prefers close combat.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 50 years. Zeva trained in hand-to-hand combat adjacent to her weapons training with her parents, and extended to getting into fights with other elves as a child for ‘practice’.
Abilities
Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 20 years. Zeva hasn’t put a lot of thought in magic training so far but learned some in school. ⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 10 years. Zeva has tried to learn better illusions to create feints in fights, but hasn’t completely mastered it yet and rather dedicate time elsewhere. ⋆ Shielding: 10 years
In the right light, it looks like there are pink pigments that glow within her cool toned irises. She has a small lengthwise scar on her upper right calf from a misstep while training. Her hands are rough and calloused from her consistent weapon use.
Psychology
Likes:
⋆ Fighting ⋆ Her sapphire pendant, which she keeps in a pouch around her waist ⋆ Savory and bitter flavors ⋆ Weapons ⋆ Novel experiences ⋆ Cute small animals
Dislikes:
⋆ Studying ⋆ Waiting too long for something ⋆ Cowardly people ⋆ Losing ⋆ Running away from a fight ⋆ Injustice
Fears:
⋆ Losing her family and friends ⋆ Having her freedom taken away ⋆ Failing her parents ⋆ Torture
Habits/Quirks
⋆ Being too loud without noticing ⋆ Teasing people ⋆ Twirls and plays with her hair a lot. A LOT. Fidgets in general. ⋆ Finds difficulty in self-control; acts before thinking if there’s something she wants.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Personality:
Zeva’s youth shines in her loud and boisterous personality, reflecting a sheltered life ignorant to the first-hand experience of the dark elves’ assault. She has a bright and cheerful disposition, absent of the sullen, worn tiredness that her parents’ eyes hold. While she is extroverted at heart, Zeva is surprisingly awkward around people. Any conversation outside of topics that interest her seem to fall on deaf ears and her mind wanders elsewhere. Despite this quirk, Zeva truly enjoys the company of others and wears her heart on her sleeve, often too trusting of how people are on the surface.
Confident in her fighting prowess and naturally courageous, Zeva doesn’t hesitate to jump between threats and her loved ones. Part of this is due to her impulsivity – she acts before she thinks, and is quite frankly, simple-minded. She’s straightforward, acting directly upon her values and feelings and in the way she makes decisions, whether that be joy, sadness, or anger. This recklessness could be attributed to Zeva’s immaturity; having never known true fear, there’s nothing yet to hold her back. She’s arrogant in this way too and believes she can handle more than she actually can. Zeva’s strong sense of justice is also paired with her unwavering confidence, though a lot of it has been built upon stories the elders have told her from a young age, and she would benefit from further molding her worldview as she gains more experience with the world.
While Zeva is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, she makes up for smarts with her cunning battle instinct. She may not be as battle-hardened as older elves, but her natural talent makes her a force to be reckoned with. Battle skills aside, Zeva leans more as an EQ rather than IQ person, with a varied sense of humor and carefree attitude.
Background
Occupation
Waitress and bartender at The Oak Tree
Living Immediate Family Members:
Ariadne Aryth - Mom (Foster) Garrick Aryth - Dad (Foster)
Dead Immediate Family Members:
Birth Father Birth Mother (Presumed)
Current Companions:
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Current and Past Lover(s):
N/A
Current Equipment(Any weapons etc):
Two daggers, some bandages, coin pouch, sapphire pendant. She keeps most of her stuff in her room.
History:
Zevania, affectionately called ‘Zeva’ by most, was born in a small dwelling at the edge of a faerie settlement, some ways south of the River Fairy Kingdom. There are but a handful of people that bore witness to this event, given the complicated circumstances of her birth. Unbeknownst to Zeva, her mother was cousin to the princess of the royal family who married the son of a royal court minister. Though they were not part of the main lineage, these details mattered not to the dark elves who would stop at nothing to smother out the remnants of royal blood that may one day spark rebellion against their reign. So when Malthemoor’s forces successfully conquered the light elves and began massacring the royals, Zeva’s parents became fugitives. In the company of a few loyal guards, they traveled light and crossed the continent with fake identities to evade capture.
The first few years were hard. There were Malthemoor soldiers littered in many Avalian strongholds and cities, so they mostly stuck to small villages and makeshift outdoor shelters. Towards the end of their journey, Zeva’s parents found themselves in a small fae town. The fairies aided the group in hiding Zeva’s mother and her pregnancy, and it was through their kindness that they were able to live in relative peace and comfort until Zeva’s birth. She had a safe delivery, and Zeva was the shining hope for her parents who had endured much hardship together and represented the accumulation of all the challenges they had overcome. However, fate would not be so kind as to let them savor this small happiness for long. When Zeva was six months old, rumors of a fugitive elf group staying near the fairy kingdom began to circulate and her parents knew that they would have to leave again, find another home. Despite their vigilance, they had already overstayed their welcome, too complacent in their newfound domestic comfort. While they were preparing to leave, dark elf soldiers came knocking at their door.
“Search the premises!” One of them bellowed as the froot door fell to the ground with a thud, and he scattered his subordinates across the humble home. Zeva’s father frantically fought back the horde of dark elves, but was quickly overwhelmed by their numbers. In the woods behind the property, Zeva was held tightly in the arms of a knight, Ariadne, followed closely by her mother and two additional guards. They had a head start, but the dark elves would make their way to the forest soon. Their pursuit lasted for hours, then days, and Zeva’s mother knew they had to make a choice. The dark elves were not yet aware of Zeva’s existence, so they would not pursue her any further if they believed all the royals they were hunting had been accounted for. They split into two groups, and with a hardened heart, Zeva’s mother stayed behind to lure the dark elves away from Zeva’s escape, leaving behind a single sapphire pendant for her daughter.
Some years passed and Zeva was raised to be a healthy, energetic girl by the two guards who remained, Ariadne and Garrik, who she recognized as her parents. They had quiet lives near the Sun Elf Kingdom, where Ariadne became a seamstress and Garrik a shopkeeper of a general store. Both of them stayed together with the sole purpose of raising Zeva out of the sense of duty they felt towards her late parents. Zeva, who was not made aware of her true identity, had no reason to question her quaint family life and lived as any other young elf. But she couldn’t help but to be drawn to the old weaponry her parents kept lying around the house. What use does a seamstress and shopkeeper have for a chest full of bows, arrows, daggers, and longswords? There had always been stories told to her of the war, of how the dark elves decimated all the things her parents’ held dear, always under hushed, fearful breath. The scars left by the dark elf usurpation ran deep, and she figured her parents had long ago left behind a life on the front lines of the war. Noticing her curiosity, Ariadne and Garrick decided to give Zeva some supplemental lessons to her regular elven schooling. They surmised that with Zeva’s background taken into account, it would benefit her to know how to defend herself.
To their surprise, Zeva had a natural fighting instinct and showed rapid progression through hand-to-hand combat and weapon use. She had a quick reaction time and nimbleness that proved advantageous in combat, and a creativity that allowed her to react in unexpected ways when cornered. As time flew and Zeva’s hands roughened with constant training, she grasped an advanced proficiency in a variety of weaponry, but her favorite by far was dual wielding daggers. There was something about getting her blade in so close proximity to her enemy that felt right. Melee skill aside, light magic was what Zeva struggled with. She could handle the basics of generating and manipulating light, but there’s not much else she’s managed to do so far. Much of her time is spent throwing and swinging metal around anyway, and she didn’t focus too much on what she couldn’t do.
Eventually, Zeva enrolled in Aegnor Stonel Academy, though a little later than most as she spent her early years in the village where her parents lived. Ariadne and Garrick wished for Zeva to lead a life of peace and for her to do well in her studies to hide in plain sight within elven society. Despite their intentions, Zeva never fully committed herself to academia. She had friends that helped her scrape by with most classes while she spent most of her attention away from school, fluttering about town, finding new places to explore and things to do. When she wasn’t training in the school’s courtyard, Zeva worked part-time at The Oak Tree to help pay for daily expenses.
Combat and Magic Stat Creation
Fitness Level:
⋆ Super active. Trains daily in combat and weapon use.
What are your character’s physical strengths?
⋆ High dexterity. Zeva is agile and nimble and uses it to her advantage in her fighting style. ⋆ Toned muscle and ingrained muscle memory from decades of continuous activity. ⋆ Can definitely throw a punch.
What are your character’s physical weaknesses?
⋆ Durability; while Zeva can dodge attacks and deal damage, she lacks in defense. ⋆ Endurance; Zeva’s not much of a marathon-er, and prefers short clashes than battles of attrition.
Years of Experience:
Weapon(s):
⋆ Bladed weapons: 60 years. Dual daggers are consistently her favorite weapon of choice, and she spent considerably less time learning traditional swordsmanship. ⋆ Bow and arrow: 20 years. Prefers close combat.
Hand-to-Hand Combat:
⋆ 50 years. Zeva trained in hand-to-hand combat adjacent to her weapons training with her parents, and extended to getting into fights with other elves as a child for ‘practice’.
Abilities
Light Elves
⋆ Offensive Photokinesis: 20 years. Zeva hasn’t put a lot of thought in magic training so far but learned some in school. ⋆ Illusions (includes invisibility): 10 years. Zeva has tried to learn better illusions to create feints in fights, but hasn’t completely mastered it yet and rather dedicate time elsewhere. ⋆ Shielding: 10 years
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