General Name: Zahara Age: 23 years old, March 10th, x771 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight Ethnicity, Father: Fiorian Ethnicity, Mother: Savannan Class: Adventurer - Rogue Race: Wood Elf Rank: D-rank Guild: Guildless Tattoo: Left shoulder blade as for color she doesn’t have a preference Face: Elf by ChubyMi @DeviantArt https://www.deviantart.com/chubymi/art/Elf-788977148 Appearance Height: 4 feet 8 inches Weight: 58 lbs Hair: Silvery-White with a slight pink shimmery tint Eyes: A deep and bright blue like sapphire gems Overall: Underneath the cuts, bruises and scarring, her skin still has that porcelain doll look. Her lips are considered full and have a natural bright pinkish-red coloring. Her eyes are rounded-almond shaped with full and long eyelashes to the point that it looks like she is always wearing eyeliner. Her ears are about a foot and a half in length. Her hair frames her face. The right side has a long tendril of hair, coming up to her shoulder. The rest of the right side is really short, a mixture of a pixie cut and shaved. The left side of her hair is long, coming past her armpits. She usually has her hair on the left side in a braid, draping alongside her face. Her skin color is considered a tan color known as honey. Her body type is lean. She is a bit underweight but not enough to be considered malnutrition. As for her clothing she is usually wearing a dark green short sleeve crop-top with black leggings. She has bandages wrapped around her breast, hands, wrists, ankles and feet. She doesn’t normally wear shoes but when she does, she wears a black bootie slipper like shoe. Extra: Zahara has a burn mark on the back of her neck that spiders out towards the front of her neck and up her cheek on the right side. Zahara has several scars on her back from whipping. She also has a scar going across her throat from a “surgery” that she had as a young child that was from having her vocal cords removed. There is also a metal “slavery” collar and wrist shackles that she is currently unable to remove. She has three stud piercings going up her right ear and a single hoop earring on her left ear. Personality Personality: Zahara is rather timid and scared of everything even though she tries to act strong and confident. Majority of the time she keeps her face as neutral as possible. She would much rather be alone than with others but she knows that is not always possible. When she is with others she tends to follow behind with a few steps in between herself and the person or people in front of her. She tends to always have her guard up, which tends to cause a lot of accidents as she is quick to attack out of fear of being recaptured. She finds it hard to trust and is slow to warm up to others. When meeting Zahara, her outward appearances and mannerisms tell you one thing but her actions say another as she developed this kind of behavior out of survival encounters. Once she has given you that trust she will always be there for them even if that means in the end it costs her life. She would much rather lose her life than see the ones she cares about get hurt. She feels as if she has to latch onto them with everything that she has as she is scared to lose them. Likes:
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Statistics Distribute 30 points over the attributes below with at least 1 in every Attribute. Strength: 4 Speed: 5 Constitution: 9 Endurance: 8 Intelligence: 4 Magic Magic Name: N/A Magic Element: N/A Magic Enhancement: N/A Magic Description: N/A History History:Zahara does not remember her past before she got captured. She supposed she had a good childhood with loving parents. Doing what normal children do while they grow. She assumes her people would live in a big fancy house with fancy clothing. She knows how these children she takes care of are raised but would it be the same for her? Zahara remembers the day everything happened. She was 8 years old, surrounded by smoke, fire and screams in the far off distance. Having a hard time staying quiet as her lungs filled with smoke. Everything is happening so quickly that she can not process what is going on. Zahara is moving along slowly looking for somewhere safe and free of smoke. She can hear people nearby. Several coughs escape her lips as she starts gasping for air. Shortly after her vision slowly starts to fade and the last thing she saw was a hand reaching for her. Everything after that was just the start of her nightmare. When she woke up, bright blinding lights stung her eyes. Zahara had the harsh realization that she was strapped down. As she struggled, the moans and whines that rumbled in her throat caused her some serious pain. The chain reaction soon caused her to pass out again. This time as she was waking up she took it easy. Nothing had changed except that her body ached everywhere and she could not move or adjust her position that she was in either due to the binding or the aches caused her to make some sort of noise that caused her so much pain. At least this time she knew what to expect as she tried her hardest to not make any noise. Zahara has no idea how long she was here in what she assumed may have been a hospital. And that the wounds that she had suffered were from the fire and smoke. For what she really didn’t know was that her vocals had been clipped. Several men and women came into her room whispering amongst themselves. She heard something about that since she was still young the healing process seems to have gone a lot smoother than that of the older experiments. She heard the words but she did not understand the deeper meaning behind them and she still thought that this was caused by the fire and the restraints were there for her protection so she would not hurt herself. She just mentally shrugged it off as she was in and out of consciousness. Shortly after she heard two talking above her. She could not understand them but whatever they were saying, one of the men jerked her up into a sitting position. The sudden movement caused her to hiss in pain that followed the sound of metal slamming into her ears. It did not take long before the collar that was just placed felt like it was choking her. With her fighting to reach the collar and the guttural sounds she was making, she eventually passed out again. As the time had passed with her stay in the hospital, her wound slowly healed and as they healed her voice or rather what little sound she could make went left with the pain. Soon she spoke no sound. Once Zahara was able to move on her own without going through extreme pain, she was eventually moved to a new location, being guided by a chain. Every once in a while she would be pulled so far that she almost fell and was still being pulled that she felt like she was being dragged. The new location was so dark and damp that she could not see several feet in front of her. The fear and panic started to set in of the realization of what was happening to her. Zahara grabbed a hold of the chain as she tried fighting the pull, but she was just a little girl against a full grown adult. The man that held the chain wasted no time as he threw her over his shoulder. She went with a fight, kicking and hitting. She tried her best to scream or at the very least trying to call for help. Tears streaked her face as she watched the light fade as she entered her new life. Zahara lived as a slave. She was sold over a dozen times and moved across several nations. Very few places she had come across treated her decently in comparison but in the end they were all the same. Her daily routine was usually the same. Clean the house and attend to the needs of the lady of the house. The wives were always the worst. They hated her because they always thought that their husbands always wanted her because she was so pretty and on top of it all she could not make a sound. When the wives accused her of something, Zahara would just accept the beating. She found it pointless in trying to communicate with them as she always found that it made this situation far worse than the initial attack. Reference: Yuurei |
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