General Information
Nicknames: N/A
Race: Tarsian
Gender: Male
Age: 302
Loyalty: Lyaria; Antarsia
Sexuality: Unknown
Appearance
Hair/Skin: She has pure white hair, completely void of color. It is wavy and curls, reaching down a quarter of her back. If straightened, which it rarely is, her hair easily reaches her mid-back. The hair is usually loose, sometimes with it being braided in spots for special occasions. Her skin is very pale, sometimes even coming off as pure white in certain lights.
Physique: Quite different from her spirit animal, she is actually thinly built, with barely any muscle strength, relying solely on her tiger form and healing to keep her safe, as well as her agility and swiftness in battle. She stands at 6'4, at a ripe ???? pounds. Like other Elves, she has long, thin, pointed ears that poke out from under her hair. She has what is called a 'Heart' facial structure, with a longer and wider forehead, and noticeable jawlines.
Powers
Shapeshifter - As an elven royal, she has the innate ability to change into a pure white tiger with light grey stripes, which makes her a thing to be messed with, tripling her strength from what she usually has. While in her tiger form, she has increased strength and speed. In this form, she stands at 3'9 feet at the shoulders, which is still normal, albeit on the larger end of the scale. She also weighs a ripe 280 pounds while in this form.
Light Magic - Like many Visek Elves, she became a great mage- and a great healer. She specializes in healing with it, and using it to see in the dark. Although she was never in true battle, she is able to heal any scars or wounds that her elves get from nature, but hopes to improve that in case the time comes. Besides healing, she uses it for light in dark places, which also can blind her attackers temporarily as she gets away or turns into her animal.
Personality
She is polite and well-spoken, but is filled with quiet determination. She once cowed by her relatives; exiled and even tortured due to her relatives afraid her side of the family would vie for the throne. But her time in the forests, Prem military and mercenary bands taught her pride, confidence and skills of command. She has been alone her entire life; barring her older sister, who was twenty years old when they were thrown out. Despite her being naive to the world around her due to the lack of information growing up, she is intelligent and quick to understand she can forge her own path. Her life has always been made terrible by those who think they are better than she is, her family, the prem, even the mercenaries thought her weak at first. She has had no true home.....until now. Due to her raising, she is extremely sympathetic to those less fortunate, exiles, outcasts...slaves, anyone she sees as oppressed. The years of being alone and looked down upon had some consequences though, as she is absolutely ruthless to those she sees treating others this way. Some see her as an idealist, she sees it as making the world a better place. Another downfall is that she has been shown to be revengeful, having her mercenaries all slit her sister's murderer ten times, then burned at the stake, some may she is mad due to her anger.
Strengths
Weaknesses
Fears
Family
Friends
Companions
Albino Elk -
Quetzal -
Kakapo -
History
Zeyrila never saw her home city, let alone her many family members. Her mother was once the Queen of the wondrous Visek kingdom, beside her husband. Zeyrila was destined to be a royal; a future queen. Her aunt's family though was furious that her sister got the throne, instead of her and her family. With the help of the royal army, who her uncle controlled, they planned an assassination of Zeyrila's family, including her mother, father and sister. During the assassination though, her mother was pregnant with her, and Zeyrila's sister was a mere twenty years old, barely able to defend herself. Luckily the King always carries a sword, more out of tradition then anything. When the attack started, Zeyrila's father unsheathed his sword and defended his family, staying behind as the pregnant queen and their daughter escaped through secret tunnels. Her family never found out what happened to her father; but it is presumed he was killed on the spot as they escaped, letting room for her aunt to take the crown. Unluckily though, the pregnant Queen was shot with an arrow on the leg- which cut an important artery. Once they got far enough away, and she was mere moments from death, she commanded her daughter to cut open her stomach and get the baby out, and although reluctant and emotional, she did as commanded and soon the pre-mature Zeyrila was in her sister's arms, her mother lying dead on the forest floor. Hearing the armies coming, Zeyrila's sister was forced to run with her little sister, leaving her mother's body behind.
She grew up an outcast in Prem villages along with her sister, taking jobs here and there where they could- but no one wanted to be associated with an outsider. While she was able to attend classes on history, writing and other important subjects, she was not allowed near the other Prem children, with it costing an arm and a leg to get it. Every penny her sister earned went into the education until she was six- when she was able to start training to fight. It was surprising to her that they would let her train for the army, they thought they were finally getting a higher status. The real reason though was if an outcast wants to die defending them, why say no? Her swords-men and archery teachers treated her awful, even at the age of six she was often cut and shot, it not even being true training. Over the years though, she learned how to hold a sword- how to shoot a bow.....how to slowly take the life out of another being. Things only got worse once she hit puberty, when she was practically sold to a Prem family, with her sister executed by one of her old teachers for trying to attack the people who took Zeyrila.
Nicknames: N/A
Race: Tarsian
Gender: Male
Age: 302
Loyalty: Lyaria; Antarsia
Sexuality: Unknown
Appearance
Hair/Skin: She has pure white hair, completely void of color. It is wavy and curls, reaching down a quarter of her back. If straightened, which it rarely is, her hair easily reaches her mid-back. The hair is usually loose, sometimes with it being braided in spots for special occasions. Her skin is very pale, sometimes even coming off as pure white in certain lights.
Physique: Quite different from her spirit animal, she is actually thinly built, with barely any muscle strength, relying solely on her tiger form and healing to keep her safe, as well as her agility and swiftness in battle. She stands at 6'4, at a ripe ???? pounds. Like other Elves, she has long, thin, pointed ears that poke out from under her hair. She has what is called a 'Heart' facial structure, with a longer and wider forehead, and noticeable jawlines.
Powers
Shapeshifter - As an elven royal, she has the innate ability to change into a pure white tiger with light grey stripes, which makes her a thing to be messed with, tripling her strength from what she usually has. While in her tiger form, she has increased strength and speed. In this form, she stands at 3'9 feet at the shoulders, which is still normal, albeit on the larger end of the scale. She also weighs a ripe 280 pounds while in this form.
Light Magic - Like many Visek Elves, she became a great mage- and a great healer. She specializes in healing with it, and using it to see in the dark. Although she was never in true battle, she is able to heal any scars or wounds that her elves get from nature, but hopes to improve that in case the time comes. Besides healing, she uses it for light in dark places, which also can blind her attackers temporarily as she gets away or turns into her animal.
Personality
She is polite and well-spoken, but is filled with quiet determination. She once cowed by her relatives; exiled and even tortured due to her relatives afraid her side of the family would vie for the throne. But her time in the forests, Prem military and mercenary bands taught her pride, confidence and skills of command. She has been alone her entire life; barring her older sister, who was twenty years old when they were thrown out. Despite her being naive to the world around her due to the lack of information growing up, she is intelligent and quick to understand she can forge her own path. Her life has always been made terrible by those who think they are better than she is, her family, the prem, even the mercenaries thought her weak at first. She has had no true home.....until now. Due to her raising, she is extremely sympathetic to those less fortunate, exiles, outcasts...slaves, anyone she sees as oppressed. The years of being alone and looked down upon had some consequences though, as she is absolutely ruthless to those she sees treating others this way. Some see her as an idealist, she sees it as making the world a better place. Another downfall is that she has been shown to be revengeful, having her mercenaries all slit her sister's murderer ten times, then burned at the stake, some may she is mad due to her anger.
Strengths
Weaknesses
Fears
Family
Friends
Companions
Albino Elk -
Quetzal -
Kakapo -
History
Zeyrila never saw her home city, let alone her many family members. Her mother was once the Queen of the wondrous Visek kingdom, beside her husband. Zeyrila was destined to be a royal; a future queen. Her aunt's family though was furious that her sister got the throne, instead of her and her family. With the help of the royal army, who her uncle controlled, they planned an assassination of Zeyrila's family, including her mother, father and sister. During the assassination though, her mother was pregnant with her, and Zeyrila's sister was a mere twenty years old, barely able to defend herself. Luckily the King always carries a sword, more out of tradition then anything. When the attack started, Zeyrila's father unsheathed his sword and defended his family, staying behind as the pregnant queen and their daughter escaped through secret tunnels. Her family never found out what happened to her father; but it is presumed he was killed on the spot as they escaped, letting room for her aunt to take the crown. Unluckily though, the pregnant Queen was shot with an arrow on the leg- which cut an important artery. Once they got far enough away, and she was mere moments from death, she commanded her daughter to cut open her stomach and get the baby out, and although reluctant and emotional, she did as commanded and soon the pre-mature Zeyrila was in her sister's arms, her mother lying dead on the forest floor. Hearing the armies coming, Zeyrila's sister was forced to run with her little sister, leaving her mother's body behind.
She grew up an outcast in Prem villages along with her sister, taking jobs here and there where they could- but no one wanted to be associated with an outsider. While she was able to attend classes on history, writing and other important subjects, she was not allowed near the other Prem children, with it costing an arm and a leg to get it. Every penny her sister earned went into the education until she was six- when she was able to start training to fight. It was surprising to her that they would let her train for the army, they thought they were finally getting a higher status. The real reason though was if an outcast wants to die defending them, why say no? Her swords-men and archery teachers treated her awful, even at the age of six she was often cut and shot, it not even being true training. Over the years though, she learned how to hold a sword- how to shoot a bow.....how to slowly take the life out of another being. Things only got worse once she hit puberty, when she was practically sold to a Prem family, with her sister executed by one of her old teachers for trying to attack the people who took Zeyrila.