my Lalia

The Fourth Realm

.....

Romance Survival

Interested and I like @polyatomicbeing idea.

Síðasta: A Tale of Fantasy

Taza Iara Dystraay

Time seemed to pass slowly as snow drifted from heavens in a slow swirling motion. It was most likely going to storm later in the day, though if it wasn't the weather it would most likely be the people. Taza had noticed the growing anxiety among the people out side of the city. She could feel that it was only a matter of time until what little control the people had over themselves broke and unleash their unbridled desire to live. It would not be the Wyldings that would kill them, it would be themselves. They already were starving and killing each other for what little food remained. It was sad to see an once great people to fall to such a state.

But Taza didn't dwell among the people as it was dangerous these days. At any moment they could snap and become the vary savages that they feared. She stayed some distance from the camp and would enter it if she needed something, which wasn't often. She liked to stay in the woods, but they were rapidly shrinking as the people needed the wood for their fires. But still she remained as she had built a shrine to the gods and tended to it at least once a day.

And that was where she was so early on the that cold morning. She was praying to the gods, begging them to return and if they were never coming back she prayed that they show her what her role was to be. "Please hear my prayers." She said softly as she knelt in front of the shrine she made.

"You pray to those that have abandoned us? They don't care about what happens to you or the rest of us doll face." Came a gruff voice from behind her. It gave her a a small fright as she was not expecting the man to speak, but she did not turn to look at him. She had heard him and his two followers coming as they were not silent on the fresh snow. She could tell that they had spread out a bit into a semicircle to trap her, the fools.

"It is only because of men like you that they have turned their faces from us." She said, her voice soft and air like, though there was a bite to her words.

"Men like me? What have I done to cause the gods to abandon us?" The man asked in a nearly angry tone.

"I know your voice Jorruk, and I know you were once a powerful mage." She paused for a moment as she let her words sink in. "You and those like you abused the power that the gods had given you. In your ignorance you sought to be like them and this is the outcome of your foolishness." She said softly but there was venom there. It was easy to tell that she hated mages.

"I never took part in that war." Jorruk spat in anger.

"Does it matter? You are the blight, the origin of this mess."

"You know my name, so you must know who I run with." He said nearly growling, changing the subject.

"Yes I know." She said softly. She knew that Jorruk was part of Kaelv's gang and was one of his top people. But she didn't care, she no longer feared men like she used to. And she was not afraid of a man who only grew in power because of the fearful and the desperate. He was like the rest of the filth that showed it ugly face in times like these.

"And you dare talk to me like you do? Maybe there is a better use for that mouth of yours."

She could hear him rapidly approaching her from behind, a small smirk played on her lips. Pulling the string to her bow she spun around on her knees pointing the arrow at Jorruk's head. The man stopped and stood there shocked for a moment, before his shocked expression turned to rage. He was a tall man with a poxed face and graying short hair. Maybe once in his youth he was handsome, but the years and the stress of the current moment had added more years to him. Indeed it had to almost everyone, as it was a struggle to survive and anyone who was handsome or pretty was often abused. Especially women. No surprise though, not to her at least.

She eyed the two other men and took note how far they were. She then looked back at Jorruk who was about five feet from her. He growled as he stared down at her. She could see the lust and animalistic desire in his eyes, she knew what he wanted and what his companions wanted. Animals! She thought in disgust as she kept her arrow pointed at his head.

"You dare, you little whore?" He spat in anger.

Before she could say anything she saw movement to her right and quickly shifted and let her arrow fly as a throwing knife passed her shoulder narrowly missing her. Her arrow struck the man in between the eyes and he fell back onto the cold hard ground. Before the others could react she rolled to her left and dug her hand into the snow and pulled up an arrow. Stringing it she turned and pulled back and pointed it at the other man, just as he had pulled his sword and was about to run towards her. She let the arrow fly and it found its mark as it struck the man in the chest. Without waiting for him to fall she grabbed another arrow from the snow. But Jorruk wasn't going to wait to die, he had taken to fleeing. No doubt going to find Kaelv and bring back up to take her out or worse.

But she wasn't going to let him. As he ran she stood and walked calmly a few paces before stopping and pulling the string of her bow back. "Animal." She said calmly with slight disgust as she aimed. The twang that her bow made filled the air and she watched as her arrow found its mark. Jorruk stumbled before falling face first into the cold snow, he struggled to get up for a moment before he stopped moving entirely.

She moved back to the shrine and prayed, asking for forgiveness, before gathering her arrows and placing the mark Vengress the goddess of vengeance on the tree which the shrine sat under. She then moved to the dead men and took whatever was of value, including her arrows. She left them where they lay as she wasn't strong enough to move them, plus she didn't care.

---

Taza was in line at one of the few shops in the tent city. She had been unable to catch anything that week, so she was forced to barter for some food. But luckily for her she had some new items for trade. She had just traded Jorruk's fur coat for a small pouch of meat when she heard a commotion by the vendor she was just at.

She turned to see a young man getting up from the ground and pulling out a knife. She recognized him, she had spied and followed him many times before. He was an interesting fool, climbing over the cities wall. It seemed like his actions had caught up with him, though she knew that he was harmless so she never bothered him or his antics.

That was when she noticed who he was running from. She nearly laughed out loud seeing that it was Kaelv, the boy was in trouble that was for sure. But she stopped for a moment and thought about the situation, and came to the conclusion that it would be in her best interest to help the boy.

Sighing Taza stood beside the boy, though he towered over her. She watched as people began to flee seeing that Kaelv was involved. Taking her bow she strung it, before glancing up at the young man. She knew that Kaelv most likely wanted him alive, her not so much, though her beauty would give him some pause. Or so she hoped, it had in the past many times.

"Don't let them get too close, they will be harder to fight then." She said softly, her voice was calm and airy. She placed four throwing daggers into his pocket closest to her. She hoped he knew had to use them.

Síðasta: A Tale of Fantasy

@Godric
That's okay, I'm not worried if another character has medic capabilities. Taza isn't really going to help heal someone unless she trust them or if she gets something out of it.

Síðasta: A Tale of Fantasy

Taza Iara Dystraay

Taza Iara Dystraay

_{"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change." Charles Darwin}

| NICKNAME |

Taz, Tazy, Iara, whore, girl. Anything man can think up

| AGE |

24

| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |

picture

Taza's not at all a threatening looking creature. Indeed she looks almost like a doll, with her fine features and short stature. She stands only 5'2 and weighs a little over 100 lbs, she has dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes and full pink lips set on very light olive coloured skin. She is a strong one for being so little, which only fools find out once it is too late.

She wears heavy wool under garments and a light cotton dress that is a maroon in colour. She also wears a leather outer corset, long knee high leather boots and shoulder guards, as it is light while still offering some protection. She also wears one arm brace for shooting arrows.
You will often see her with a thick leather studded choker necklace, this is as much for protection as it is for looks. She also wears this choker to hide a large scar that runs across her neck.

| PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS |

Taza is in no way a virtuous young woman, this doesn't mean she doesn't have values or morals. But she knows the game, any nomad would. Even before the fall of the world she knew that people would cheat to get their own way, so why not her too? This way of thinking has left Taza a little rigid, but if you have her loyalty she will do nearly anything for you.
Before the Fall, Taza often prayed to the gods and gave nearly daily devotions, but after the Fall, after what she saw the mages do. She now hates the magic users, even though now they can't do much. She hates them with such a burning passion that it cannot be described only felt. She still prays to the gods in hopes that they will hear her cries and come back, but her hope of them returning is slowly beginning to fade.

| BACKGROUND INFORMATION |

Taza was born into the Dystraay nomadic clan to the north, not far from the Wyld Folk border. Life even from the beginning was tough, as she was a small and sick baby. The clan chief had told her mother to leave her in the wilds as they had no time to care for a sick child. But her mother refused and prayed to the gods to make her daughter well, they seemed to take pity on her and answered her prayers.
Though the gods made Taza well she was still very small, which made her an easy target for others to pick on. But she used her smallness and doll like features to good use as she was able to charm a few of the boys in her clan to protect her from those that bullied her. Her smallness also came in handy when hiding or even when spying, as she could be very hard to see when she wanted to be.

One day when she was about 15, a horde of Wyld Folk attacked her clan. They killed the men and children out right but used the women before cutting their throats. And so was to be her fate, as they lined the women up and pushed them to their knees. She can still remember the feel of the hand the held her chin up and the cold steel of the blade held to her throat. She prayed then, a silent prayer asking the gods for help, the blade was dragged across her neck. She doesn't remember what happened after that, what she does remember is the smell of blood and the incredible pain that racked her body, but most of all her throat. She is unsure if the gods heard her prayer, or if she was simply lucky. All she knows is that she survived when no one else did. For a week after she stayed in the blood stained valley, taking care of her neck while also tending to the dead. While also giving devotions to the gods.

Shortly after her neck had healed she wandered the wilds trying to come to terms with what she lived through. She wondered why the gods saved her and not her family. She contemplated ending her life, but it would of been an insult to the gods. This she knew as they must of saved her for some reason, she only wished to know why and for what reason.

As she wandered and contemplated, she suddenly heard screams of young women and yells of men. She came to an edge of a road, when she saw a merchant and his family being harassed by some bandits. The scene reminded her of what happened to her and her family, as the women were being held back and harassed while the men were being lead else where. Though the bandits didn't exactly seem like they wanted to kill their prey. As she watched the scene unfold, she suddenly felt a large hand on her shoulder. She tried to wiggle free, but she wasn't strong enough to break away from the man's grip. She was brought to the bandit leader who looked at her with interest, as he found her beautiful. He asked where she was from, that was when the merchant perked up and said that she was his servant and that he would give her to him if he let his family go. Taza was shocked that the merchant would sell someone he did not own and that if he did how he would so easily betray her. Her shock was turned into horror as she was now at the mercy of the bandit leader.

For two years she was forced to do many things for the man who owned her. She prayed to the gods every day for deliverance, and one day they heard her cries. All of the bandits fell ill and many died, which made it easy for her to escape. But it was in the middle of winter and Taza was in no way prepared for the challenges that she had to face, as it was spring when she was last on her own.

Cold and hungry she prayed again to the gods for help, asking them to give her a teacher. Someone who could teach her how to track and hunt. Again the gods took pity on her and sent her a young ranger. She was freezing and curled up in a ball when the Ranger found her. He nursed her back to health and though she was weary of the man that saved her, she could see that this man was sent by the gods even though he didn't seem to think so. She spent four years with him and he taught her many things from tracking to hunting to self defense and the art of archery. She grew strong and sharp in her skills, though she was no good in hand to hand combat but she knew enough to be able to get away. During the time she spent with the ranger she fell in love and he with her or so she was lead to believe. But it was a lie, as when they visited the village Nevmer, she noticed how he always slipped away for some unknown reason. One day she tracked him , even though he tried his best to cover his tracks, it was then that she caught him sleeping with another woman. What was left of her heart was ripped out of her chest. She left and never looked back.

From then on she travelled alone as she now knew how to survive on her own. One day while she was visiting a cities temple (she often visited temples and made offering to the gods), she over heard a mage ranting about how the masses should separate themselves from the enslavement that the gods had placed on them. Taza was shocked and appalled by the mages words, and spoke up saying that they needed to gods, as they had saved her life more than once. But the mage pointed at her and said that she was a fool and a slave to gods that cared little for their supposed people. Many seemed to agree with the mage which only angered her, as they were speaking blasphemy. It was not long after that, that the Gods War started and ended. She watched as the temples grew dark and how the cold covered the land, but she still prays. Why would they save and help her all those time only to abandon her now?

She has made few friends in her travels of late, but that matters little now. All that matters now is surviving, just as it always had been with her.

| CHARACTER MOTIVATION |

To survive, nothing else really matters to her.

| SKILLS |

Herbology/Healing: When her clan was alive she was learning to be a healer as there was little else a small girl like her could do.
Archery: Though she can't fight in hand to hand combat, she is an amazing archer and can kill her target many miles away.
Quick, Light and Gone: You see her now and two seconds later you don't.
Tracking: Need to know where that person or deer is? Ask Taza, she will find it for you.

| EQUIPMENT |

A bow and quiver of arrows.
A dagger
A travelling bag filled with just the basics and a few herbs.
Cloak

| OTHER |

Hello

Síðasta: A Tale of Fantasy

@Hexaflexagon fixed the history a bit. Hopefully it's better now :)

A Prized bride (The return)

@RomanAria I'm rather proud of your collab post, great job! :D

Lalia's Character Dump

Taza Iara Dystraay

Taza Iara Dystraay

_{"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change." Charles Darwin}

| NICKNAME |

Taz, Tazy, Iara, whore, girl. Anything man can think up

| AGE |

24

| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |

picture

Taza's not at all a threatening looking creature. Indeed she looks almost like a doll, with her fine features and short stature. She stands only 5'3 and weighs a little over 100 lbs, she has dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes and full pink lips set on very light olive coloured skin. She is a strong one for being so little, which only fools find out once it is too late.

She wears heavy wool under garments and a light cotton dress that is a maroon in colour. She also wears a leather outer corset, long knee high leather boots and shoulder guards, as it is light while still offering some protection. She also wears one arm brace for shooting arrows.
You will often see her with a thick leather studded choker necklace, this is as much for protection as it is for looks. She also wears this choker to hide a large scar that runs across her neck.

| PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS |

Taza is in no way a virtuous young woman, this doesn't mean she doesn't have values or morals. But she knows the game, any nomad would. Even before the fall of the world she knew that people would cheat to get their own way, so why not her too? This way of thinking has left Taza a little rigid, but if you have her loyalty she will do nearly anything for you.
Before the Fall, Taza often prayed to the gods and gave nearly daily devotions, but after the Fall, after what she saw the mages do. She now hates the magic users, even though now they can't do much. She hates them with such a burning passion that it cannot be described only felt. She still prays to the gods in hopes that they will hear her cries and come back, but her hope of them returning is slowly beginning to fade.

| BACKGROUND INFORMATION |

Taza was born into the Dystraay nomadic clan to the north, not far from the Wyld Folk border. Life even from the beginning was tough, as she was a small and sick baby. The clan chief had told her mother to leave her in the wilds as they had no time to care for a sick child. But her mother refused and prayed to the gods to make her daughter well, they seemed to take pity on her and answered her prayers.
Though the gods made Taza well she was still very small, which made her an easy target for others to pick on. But she used her smallness and doll like features to good use as she was able to charm a few of the boys in her clan to protect her from those that bullied her. Her smallness also came in handy when hiding or even when spying, as she could be very hard to see when she wanted to be.

One day when she was about 15, a horde of Wyld Folk attacked her clan. They killed the men and children out right but used the women before cutting their throats. And so was to be her fate, as they lined the women up and pushed them to their knees. She can still remember the feel of the hand the held her chin up and the cold steel of the blade held to her throat. She prayed then, a silent prayer asking the gods for help, the blade was dragged across her neck. She doesn't remember what happened after that, what she does remember is the smell of blood and the incredible pain that racked her body, but most of all her throat. She is unsure if the gods heard her prayer, or if she was simply lucky. All she knows is that she survived when no one else did. For a week after she stayed in the blood stained valley, taking care of her neck while also tending to the dead. While also giving devotions to the gods.

Shortly after her neck had healed she wandered the wilds trying to come to terms with what she lived through. She wondered why the gods saved her and not her family. She contemplated ending her life, but it would of been an insult to the gods. This she knew as they must of saved her for some reason, she only wished to know why and for what reason.

As she wandered and contemplated, she suddenly heard screams of young women and yells of men. She came to an edge of a road, when she saw a merchant and his family being harassed by some bandits. The scene reminded her of what happened to her and her family, as the women were being held back and harassed while the men were being lead else where. Though the bandits didn't exactly seem like they wanted to kill their prey. As she watched the scene unfold, she suddenly felt a large hand on her shoulder. She tried to wiggle free, but she wasn't strong enough to break away from the man's grip. She was brought to the bandit leader who looked at her with interest, as he found her beautiful. He asked where she was from, that was when the merchant perked up and said that she was his servant and that he would give her to him if he let his family go. Taza was shocked that the merchant would sell someone he did not own and that if he did how he would so easily betray her. Her shock was turned into horror as she was now at the mercy of the bandit leader.

For two years she was forced to do many things for the man who owned her. She prayed to the gods every day for deliverance, and one day they heard her cries. All of the bandits fell ill and many died, which made it easy for her to escape. But it was in the middle of winter and Taza was in no way prepared for the challenges that she had to face, as it was spring when she was last on her own.

Cold and hungry she prayed again to the gods for help, asking them to give her a teacher. Someone who could teach her how to track and hunt. Again the gods took pity on her and sent her a young ranger. She was freezing and curled up in a ball when the Ranger found her. He nursed her back to health and though she was weary of the man that saved her, she could see that this man was sent by the gods even though he didn't seem to think so. She spent four years with him and he taught her many things from tracking to hunting to self defense and the art of archery. She grew strong and sharp in her skills, though she was no good in hand to hand combat but she knew enough to be able to get away. During the time she spent with the ranger she fell in love and he with her or so she was lead to believe. But it was a lie, as when they visited the village Nevmer, she noticed how he always slipped away for some unknown reason. One day she tracked him , even though he tried his best to cover his tracks, it was then that she caught him sleeping with another woman. What was left of her heart was ripped out of her chest. She left and never looked back.

From then on she travelled alone as she now knew how to survive on her own. One day while she was visiting a cities temple (she often visited temples and made offering to the gods), she over heard a mage ranting about how the masses should separate themselves from the enslavement that the gods had placed on them. Taza was shocked and appalled by the mages words, and spoke up saying that they needed to gods, as they had saved her life more than once. But the mage pointed at her and said that she was a fool and a slave to gods that cared little for their supposed people. Many seemed to agree with the mage which only angered her, as they were speaking blasphemy. It was not long after that, that the Gods War started and ended. She watched as the temples grew dark and how the cold covered the land, but she still prays. Why would they save and help her all those time only to abandon her now?

She has made few friends in her travels of late, but that matters little now. All that matters now is surviving, just as it always had been with her.

| CHARACTER MOTIVATION |

To survive, nothing else really matters to her.

| SKILLS |

Herbology/Healing: When her clan was alive she was learning to be a healer as there was little else a small girl like her could do.
Archery: Though she can't fight in hand to hand combat, she is an amazing archer and can kill her target many miles away.
Quick, Light and Gone: You see her now and two seconds later you don't.
Tracking: Need to know where that person or deer is? Ask Taza, she will find it for you.

| EQUIPMENT |

A bow and quiver of arrows.
A dagger
A travelling bag filled with just the basics and a few herbs.
Cloak

| OTHER |

Hello

Síðasta: A Tale of Fantasy

Taza Iara Dystraay

Taza Iara Dystraay

_{"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change." Charles Darwin}

| NICKNAME |

Taz, Tazy, Iara, whore, girl. Anything man can think up

| AGE |

24

| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |

picture

Taza's not at all a threatening looking creature. Indeed she looks almost like a doll, with her fine features and short stature. She stands only 5'3 and weighs a little over 100 lbs, she has dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes and full pink lips set on very light olive coloured skin. She is a strong one for being so little, which only fools find out once it is too late.

She wears heavy wool under garments and a light cotton dress that is a maroon in colour. She also wears a leather outer corset, long knee high leather boots and shoulder guards, as it is light while still offering some protection. She also wears one arm brace for shooting arrows.
You will often see her with a thick leather studded choker necklace, this is as much for protection as it is for looks. She also wears this choker to hide a large scar that runs across her neck.

| PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS |

Taza is in no way a virtuous young woman, this doesn't mean she doesn't have values or morals. But she knows the game, any nomad would. Even before the fall of the world she knew that people would cheat to get their own way, so why not her too? This way of thinking has left Taza a little rigid, but if you have her loyalty she will do nearly anything for you.
Before the Fall, Taza often prayed to the gods and gave nearly daily devotions, but after the Fall, after what she saw the mages do. She now hates the magic users, even though now they can't do much. She hates them with such a burning passion that it cannot be described only felt. She still prays to the gods in hopes that they will hear her cries and come back, but her hope of them returning is slowly beginning to fade.

| BACKGROUND INFORMATION |

Taza was born into the Dystraay nomadic clan to the north, not far from the Wyld Folk border. Life even from the beginning was tough, as she was a small and sick baby. The clan chief had told her mother to leave her in the wilds as they had no time to care for a sick child. But her mother refused and prayed to the gods to make her daughter well, they seemed to take pity on her and answered her prayers.
Though the gods made Taza well she was still very small, which made her an easy target for others to pick on. But she used her smallness and doll like features to good use as she was able to charm a few of the boys in her clan to protect her from those that bullied her. Her smallness also came in handy when hiding or even when spying, as she could be very hard to see when she wanted to be.

One day when she was about 15, a horde of Wyld Folk attacked her clan. They killed the men and children out right but used the women before cutting their throats. And so was to be her fate, as they lined the women up and pushed them to their knees. She can still remember the feel of the hand the held her chin up and the cold steel of the blade held to her throat. She prayed then, a silent prayer asking the gods for help, the blade was dragged across her neck. She doesn't remember what happened after that, what she does remember is the smell of blood and the incredible pain that racked her body, but most of all her throat. She is unsure if the gods heard her prayer, or if she was simply lucky. All she knows is that she survived when no one else did. For a week after she stayed in the blood stained valley, taking care of her neck while also tending to the dead. While also giving devotions to the gods.

Shortly after her neck had healed she wandered the wilds trying to come to terms with what she lived through. She wondered why the gods saved her and not her family. She contemplated ending her life, but it would of been an insult to the gods. This she knew as they must of saved her for some reason, she only wished to know why and for what reason.

As she wandered and contemplated, she suddenly heard screams of young women and yells of men. She came to an edge of a road, when she saw a merchant and his family being harassed by some bandits. The scene reminded her of what happened to her and her family, as the women were being held back and harassed while the men were being lead else where. Though the bandits didn't exactly seem like they wanted to kill their prey. As she watched the scene unfold, she suddenly felt a large hand on her shoulder. She tried to wiggle free, but she wasn't strong enough to break away from the man's grip. She was brought to the bandit leader who looked at her with interest, as he found her beautiful. He asked where she was from, that was when the merchant perked up and said that she was his servant and that he would give her to him if he let his family go. Taza was shocked that the merchant would sell someone he did not own and that if he did how he would so easily betray her. Her shock was turned into horror as she was now at the mercy of the bandit leader.

For two years she was forced to do many things for the man who owned her. She prayed to the gods every day for deliverance, and one day they heard her cries. All of the bandits fell ill and many died, which made it easy for her to escape. But it was in the middle of winter and Taza was in no way prepared for the challenges that she had to face, as it was spring when she was last on her own.

Cold and hungry she prayed again to the gods for help, asking them to give her a teacher. Someone who could teach her how to track and hunt. Again the gods took pity on her and sent her a young ranger. She was freezing and curled up in a ball when the Ranger found her. He nursed her back to health and though she was weary of the man that saved her, she could see that this man was sent by the gods even though he didn't seem to think so. She spent four years with him and he taught her many things from tracking to hunting to self defense and the art of archery. She grew strong and sharp in her skills, though she was no good in hand to hand combat but she knew enough to be able to get away. During the time she spent with the ranger she fell in love and he with her or so she was lead to believe. But it was a lie, as when they visited the village Nevmer, she noticed how he always slipped away for some unknown reason. One day she tracked him , even though he tried his best to cover his tracks, it was then that she caught him sleeping with another woman. What was left of her heart was ripped out of her chest. She left and never looked back.

From then on she travelled alone as she now knew how to survive on her own. One day while she was visiting a cities temple (she often visited temples and made offering to the gods), she over heard a mage ranting about how the masses should separate themselves from the enslavement that the gods had placed on them. Taza was shocked and appalled by the mages words, and spoke up saying that they needed to gods, as they had saved her life more than once. But the mage pointed at her and said that she was a fool and a slave to gods that cared little for their supposed people. Many seemed to agree with the mage which only angered her, as they were speaking blasphemy. It was not long after that, that the Gods War started and ended. She watched as the temples grew dark and how the cold covered the land, but she still prays. Why would they save and help her all those time only to abandon her now?

She has made few friends in her travels of late, but that matters little now. All that matters now is surviving, just as it always had been with her.

| CHARACTER MOTIVATION |

To survive, nothing else really matters to her.

| SKILLS |

Herbology/Healing: When her clan was alive she was learning to be a healer as there was little else a small girl like her could do.
Archery: Though she can't fight in hand to hand combat, she is an amazing archer and can kill her target many miles away.
Quick, Light and Gone: You see her now and two seconds later you don't.
Tracking: Need to know where that person or deer is? Ask Taza, she will find it for you.

| EQUIPMENT |

A bow and quiver of arrows.
A dagger
A travelling bag filled with just the basics and a few herbs.
Cloak

| OTHER |

Hello

Let me know if I need to change anything :)

Return of the Dragonlords

Avelle of the Earth

Name: Avelle Linaria, she also goes by Taza or Ava

Age: she looks around 25

Race: Druid

Inherent Ability: whispering

Acquired Abilities:

- Herbology: This not exactly a power, it's more like years studying plants and their properties. She knows exactly which plants to use to speed up healing, give strength, help sleep, and which ones that can poison. She is often found gathering plants though she doesn't often tell what they do.

- Earth Calling: She can call forth plants to aid her in battle or when she is frightened. She also uses this ability to make a shelter when she can not find any. If used to much it leaves her weakened.

- Tracking: Again not exactly a power, but a skill learned with the time she spent in the forest. She can track almost anything, though that doesn't mean she won't follow a false path if one is laid.

(Another power may develop later, but right now she has one true power and two skills)

Appearance:

Her

She stands about 5'7 and has a strong build. She wears the traditional animal skin clothing of her people and she also has a bow. Also like her people she likes to put twigs, flowers, feathers, and leaves in her hair. She also has tattoos that are original to her clan and tell of her clans history, though only other druids would understand them.

Personality:
Ava is a very curious creature and likes to learn new things. She loves secrets and digging into the mysteries until they are known to her, she mostly does this with people as they always hold the darkest or most amazing secrets. Though she is curious, she is also very patient and will not rush into the unknown unless she has to. She is prone to waiting weeks even months to learn new things.

Ava can rather quite and seem withdrawn from those around her, this mostly due to her being patient and studying those around her. Though it can be easy to tell her mood by her expressions, she doesn't often hide how she feels.

One thing that maybe very contradictory to her and her people, is that Ava has very little knowledge of the Gods and in fact doesn't wish to learn anything about them. She is angry at them if they even are there. She hates how they let her people suffer at the hands of the ignorant humans. Any knowledge she does have of the gods was things she learned as a child, and even that is just the basic things.