Post by Mana on Jul 7, 2011 12:11:36 GMT -8
Quote: “Even in love, you can still know defeat”
Theme: Til the world ends – Britney Spears
Name: Sarylin Hawkroad
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Sara
Gender: Female
Age: Nineteen
Birth date: Feb 15 1991
Birthplace: Naverir
Race: Elven
Nationality: Snow Grace
Current Residence: Stone Claw Bethel
Eye Color: Verdigris Teal
Hair Color: Palatinate Purple
Height: Five foot eight
Weight: One hundred and twenty three
Distinguishing Markings(Tattoos, Piercings, etc): Nothing
Morality: Good
Disability: None accounted for
Allergies: Oranges
Fears: Werewolves
Blood Type: AB+
Sexuality: Straight
Family: Cheil Shadowhoof (mentor and father figure), Ikka Shadowhoof (sister) she has no biological family
Love Interest: None accounted for
Class(es)/Occupation(s): Conductor for Stone Claw Bethel
Abilities: Acrobatics
Weapons: herself
Other Important Items/Equipment: Crystal necklace that she never takes off
Talents: Gymnastics, Lute and melody
Biography:
Born into the lands of trails and war, Sarylin had never experienced the warming embrace of a mother hands, nor did she feel the coddling spoiled hold of an excited father. She was far too young to remember much of her fathering parents, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t understand.
The lands of Naverir were under a vast war, beast verses humanoid and her side loosing dramatically. Her family was not spared the pain as her small village was ransacked and destroyed. To look at some of the dark buildings; they had been charred badly but remained standing. There were bodies of people who looked to have been murdered for the sheer sport or out of a ill brutality. They looked to be people who might have been trying to protect their shops or homes.
Looking through one of the broken shop window, one could see that a man – wearing the kind of apron used by cobblers – had been nailed to the wall by his wrists and from the center of his chest protruded dozens of arrows making him appear more like a grotesque pincushion.
The war was disgusting and brutal, with the massive snow white minotaurs taking reign of the elves home land.
She was one of the very few still alive in the destroyed homes, as she was placed into the care of one of the many bethels that crossed the charred lands.
Knowing honestly no different than the reach of the children in the bethel, Sarylin grew up under the care of a noble shaman minotaur that she seen as a father. He was the one who cared for her through all her tantrums, her pains and her fears. While she wasn’t the only elf in the care of the man, she was easily one of the closest Cheil held dearly to his own heart.
Taking up a relationship of father and daughter, Sarylin had no drive to really ever leave the ice frosted bethel like so many others did.
Though upon the weeks coming up to her eleven birthday, she was told most of her own kind were snow and ice casters. Soon a man would come to try and help her awaken the birthright of her own blood, as Cheil was more than eager to see the promise of the elven child.
All Snow Grace elves were legendary for there ability of ice, snow and mist but when the time and man came to teach Sarylin, the oddity happened. She possess no magic in her entire body – surely something rare to happen to a snow grace elf- making her considered an albino in terms to her own elven community. She was a legend upon a legendary species. One would think that this news would have been devastating for a young child to hear, but then again Sarylin proved time and time again that she was a being of little cares.
Chiel had been concerned for her as she seemed unaffected by the news but Sarylin seen no use in being upset. She had never used the magical ability before that day, what difference would it make not having it now or ever? There was no reason to be concerned, though Sarylin could see the concern the minotaur father held for her. In a way she would be out casted from her fellow elven peers even within the bethel, but it still did little to bother her.
She took on a different role.
Though it be a painful choice for her, Sarylin decided to venture out from the comfort of her home and family to seek a challenge within the big tops. Wandering troupes and circus folk had come to the lands of Naverir only to peek her curious eye. It took many nights of endless pleading for the young elven child to gain a eye with the ring master but only time would tell for her.
The years were harsh, gruelling and full of heartache. Sarylin moved along the roads through the snowy lands of Naverir to the rolling hills of Jusi and into the lava pits of Kinola, performing feats of balance and acrobatic skill for thousands of eyes. The unique family bonds that tied her into the circus had grown in leaps and bounds but it still did little to fill the hole that Chiel had occupied.
But with young minds comes young love. Sarylin was sitting at the age of fourteen when her interest began to peak in the opposite sex. He was new to the troupe, expressing amazing skills in aerial acrobatics and one who seemed to have a silver tongue. The courtship took seasons and time to become a great bond as eventually Sarylin found herself in the adult world of passion.
Morning rose and he left, causing a great bitter taste to rise in her mouth. It had been nothing but a ploy for her, to take something that she held on to dearly only to be used up like yesterdays trash. One nighter.
Her heart became hard, Sarylin became very distant from her troupe until she just decided it was time to return home to the place of a father’s love.
Days rolled into months and months unfolded into years, as Sarylin returned home to become one of the newer conductors of the bethel. Standing beside Cheil’s actual blood daughter, Sarylin runs the bethel with Ikka watching over near thirteen children as Chiel now wanders the icy lands of Naverir.
Though seeing the bethel was in dire need of coin for the children and for some minor construction work, Sarylin too it upon herself to seek out a job. Any job.
She was approached by the messenger guild of the Minotaur king of Naverir to deliver a letter to an distant land and distant king. The reward was great – enough to feed the children for a couple of years and still have some coin left over – as she couldn’t turn it down.
Now as the message has been delivered, and her wits scared entirely out of her by the sudden rise of werewolves, Sarylin is nothing but determined to return home to the bethel and to the comfort of her sister.
But fates seem to intervene, what will Sarylin do now with the pair of oddities that seem to follow her around?
