Name:
Zathara
Age:
24
Race:
Qunari
Elf Hybrid
Appearance:
Class:
Wilderness scout
Personality:
A little uneasy around others, Zathara enjoys watching others rather than speaking with them. Her voice slightly hoarse from ill use she can be seen as slightly distant, sometimes silent. Yet even so her heart is in the right place, even if she has very few people skills. Till you give her reason to leave you she will offer a hand in assistance if you simply ask, those who call her friend have a much different view on the hybrid though.
Skills:
Being raised in the emerald graves, Zathara is excellent at scouting. Her clan giving her the needing knowledge to survive she became a wilderness scout. Working with animals by simply watching and skecting beasts that can only be found deep in her home. If she trusts you, she could be seen giving you her own skills.
History:
Abandoned in a grove, Zathara has no idea who her biological family is. Instead she was taken in by the elves. Kept from their secrets but clothed and fed, she forever felt like an outcast. She was tolerated, but with the horns that sprouted proudly from her skull, she would have never been seen as a true member of the clan that protected her. And it was obvious, even when she was a child. Whispered words, banished from rituals, backs turned upon her and sneered when she spoke their language, when Zathara felt well enough to survive on her own, she left.
Life was hard, but she was a dedicated student. Living off the wilds for years, she tended to watch mercenaries and healers alike come and go. Curious eyes yet quick to run, a bow her true companion that never harmed her. When she was lonely she would look for the groups of wild hart, when she found the silence too deafening she simply found herself listening to conversations that travelled from the camp sights.
As the years went by, she became better. As the years went by she became more attuned to taking risks, and as the years went by she became thirsty for knowledge. Seeking answers through the ruins and watching those that pass her by. Offering assistance to a group that pulled her, that enticed her, and now hold the horn with her.
Other:
Since childhood she was taught to fear humans. Her biggest fear is one engrained in her mind, that she would be seen as a treasure and be turned into a slave without a moment's hesitation. Yet even so, she never really seen a slave before.
Role in the group:
Scout and resource collector.
Zathara
Age:
24
Race:
Qunari
Elf Hybrid
Appearance:
Wears elven rouge armour. (no way someone can fight like that) Stands in at 6,1 she's far taller than any elf but smaller than any qunariClass:
Wilderness scout
Personality:
A little uneasy around others, Zathara enjoys watching others rather than speaking with them. Her voice slightly hoarse from ill use she can be seen as slightly distant, sometimes silent. Yet even so her heart is in the right place, even if she has very few people skills. Till you give her reason to leave you she will offer a hand in assistance if you simply ask, those who call her friend have a much different view on the hybrid though.
Skills:
Being raised in the emerald graves, Zathara is excellent at scouting. Her clan giving her the needing knowledge to survive she became a wilderness scout. Working with animals by simply watching and skecting beasts that can only be found deep in her home. If she trusts you, she could be seen giving you her own skills.
History:
Abandoned in a grove, Zathara has no idea who her biological family is. Instead she was taken in by the elves. Kept from their secrets but clothed and fed, she forever felt like an outcast. She was tolerated, but with the horns that sprouted proudly from her skull, she would have never been seen as a true member of the clan that protected her. And it was obvious, even when she was a child. Whispered words, banished from rituals, backs turned upon her and sneered when she spoke their language, when Zathara felt well enough to survive on her own, she left.
Life was hard, but she was a dedicated student. Living off the wilds for years, she tended to watch mercenaries and healers alike come and go. Curious eyes yet quick to run, a bow her true companion that never harmed her. When she was lonely she would look for the groups of wild hart, when she found the silence too deafening she simply found herself listening to conversations that travelled from the camp sights.
As the years went by, she became better. As the years went by she became more attuned to taking risks, and as the years went by she became thirsty for knowledge. Seeking answers through the ruins and watching those that pass her by. Offering assistance to a group that pulled her, that enticed her, and now hold the horn with her.
Other:
Since childhood she was taught to fear humans. Her biggest fear is one engrained in her mind, that she would be seen as a treasure and be turned into a slave without a moment's hesitation. Yet even so, she never really seen a slave before.
Role in the group:
Scout and resource collector.