Post by DireShadow on Nov 25, 2011 19:45:17 GMT -5
Name: Saria
Gender: Female
Race: Shadral
Home: None as of the moment; she prefers to travel.
Relatives: If Saria has relatives, she isn't telling about them.
Appearance: Saria is of about average height, though she seems slightly taller due to the fact that, like the rest of her kind, she is constantly hovering several inches off the ground. She is not extremely muscular; she prefers to rely on her agility and speed instead. Saria is a particularly mysterious being. Like the rest of her race, her fingers are more like claws, which she is more than willing to use as a weapon if necessary. However, she is unusual in that her feet are not so similar to a human's, but rather more like a bird's talons. This makes her kicks especially dangerous. However, it also makes her incapable of wearing shoes. For the moment, she has rather... eerie... taste in clothing. She wears sturdy, black pants with armor over the knees in the shape of skulls with glowing red eyes. Over a simple black shirt she wears a piece of what appears to be very dark grey armor. Over this, covring the entire right side of her body, is a long, flowing piece of armor. It is silvery-grey and reaches her right ankle, where it becomes a piece of cloth that tends to curl around her legs and feet, almost as if alive. Saria always wears a cloak when traveling, though this cloak is more of a simple scrap of chainmail with thick purple cloth attached over the upper section. Saria's hair is fairly short and slightly spiky, partially covering the left side of her face. She has sharp, red eyes, the colour of fire and blood. Much of her face is hidden not only by her hair but also by a mask of blackened bone surrounding her eyes.
Background: Saria was born and raised among her own kind in an intricate system of caverns hidden deep within the Swarl Marshes. For the early years of her life, she learned the skills necessary to survive and communicate. She was also taught how to fight and, over time, found that she had something of a talent for it. As she grew older, Saria grew more and more restless and unsettled. She began to make frequent excursions into the marshes, hunting down and killing some of the more dangerous predators purely out of a desire for fighting and bloodlust. Every time Saria would venture farther and farther from home in search of new, stronger prey. So it came to be that one day she reached the very edge of the marshes and happened upon a small group of travelers. As she always did with anything she considered potentially dangerous, she attacked the travelers. Mere seconds before she was to kill the last of them, he asked her if she was a follower of Amett. Saria, uncertain, simply killed the man before returning to her home, whereupon she immediately asked her parents about Amett. They knew little, but from others of her kind that lived nearby, Saria was able to gather information about Amett and piece it together. After some thought, she understood who Amett was, and she soon came to decide her purpose in life: to serve Amett in every way she could. Part of her decision was out of a desire to gain power, but it was almost entirely out of a newfound devotion to Amett and his cause. Her mind made up, Saria immediately turned her back on all she had even known and set out in search of Amett.
Other: Saria is, clearly, very devoted to Amett's cause. Personality-wise, she is extremely dark and somewhat cynical, sarcastic and sadistic. Saria is also rather bloodthirsty, though she rarely shows this side of her personality outside of battle. In the presence of Amett however, she is about as respectful as anyone can get, while when around one of his other followers, she is simply somewhat respectful, but still sort of dark, sarcastic and cynical. Oh yeah, and age-wise, she is somewhere around the human equivalent of mid-late teens.
Reason for traveling to the Ruins of Time: None yet, though she will gladly go there if Amett orders her to.
Side: Quite obviously for Amett, and no, she will not defect for any reason whatsoever.