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NAME: Saharia Raquaero
AGE: 90
GENDER: Female
RACE: Elf
SPECIES: N/A
CURRENT LOCATION: South Eros, Alomei
COUNTRY: Euclid
REGION: N/A
ALLIANCE: N/A
JOB TYPE: Unemployed
PROFESSION: Sellsword
PERSONALITY:
-Quiet
-Paranoid
-Fierce
-Head-strong
A quiet individual who prefers using action than words to communicate. She’s fierce in the battlefield, and fearless. But despite that, she can be motherly and overprotective, especially if women and children are involved. She’s loyal to anyone who has command over her, is diligent and driven, and will be content so long as she has the essentials—food, warmth, and shelter. Though she’s had to face the world on her own, and she is indeed independent, she much prefers being under the command of someone. After a job is finished, she often feels lost and uncertain, and it makes her look for another job all the more. At the same time, she is very wary.
HISTORY:
Saharia was born on Euclid and had only known Euclid for almost a hundred years. Before the war, she’d lived in peace with her family under the roof of a prestigious lord. She might have grown up to be a simple maid or servant of the household, but it was apparent over time how much more adept and interested she was in the crossbow and dagger. Often, as a young girl, between learning how to cook, clean, and sew, she’d practice with her brother, Fortis.
Eventually, she was brought up to one of the household guards, and soon after, the household’s warrior. But after so long of staying in the same status, her brother, Fortis, grew tired of Euclid and decided to travel around the world. He wanted to see the Mages of Abelardus, and the islands of Xanthe. He wanted to see what Fenlei and Alomei were like. Saharia was reluctant to leave her post as guard and could only watch as her brother left her to the household they were brought up under.
When news came of war, she could not sit still for very long, and soon she was on a ship to Alomei, where her brother had been heard from last. When she got there with her riding horse, Morka, she had inevitably become part of the war to defend Alomei, despite how unwelcome she had been treated when she’d first arrived. She managed to make it through five years but not without a touch of corruption and paranoia. In those years, she’d done all she could to survive, from stealing food and coin to murdering civilians for a warm place to sleep or just out of sheer distrust. Otherworld creatures were in the many, and the more she killed the more her judgement was clouded, and the more unwelcome she’d become in Alomei. She would have left already had ships not been so reluctant to take her. Not even coin could help. She’d already searched every part of the country she could for her brother, and so he had become nothing but a distant memory. At one point, she’d almost sold her horse, but Morka was the only living being she could trust, and proved to be a huge asset in her travels.
Going into her sixth year in Alomei, she was on her way towards North Eros when she came across a small family of travellers. Before she could raid them, they’d offered their meat and mead in exchange for her protection, as they were on their way to the docks for a ship. In that instant, she seemed to find herself, and, though uncertain at first, she’d accepted. They were no more than civilians, but she was under their command. That feeling of responsibility was enough to renew her resolve in finding her brother and going back home to Euclid. The family of travellers would help her get on a ship as well, though they were hoping to get to Xanthe. It made no matter to her as long as she left Alomei.
But there was an attack on the docks by Otherworld creatures and she was so overwhelmed that she could not protect the family she’d promised to. She survived, but now carries the burdens of her wrong-doings and failures. Now , she is on her way to North Eros for another port, and hoping to catch a ship to Abelardus, where she might find her brother and mutilate anything that gets in her way—anything that resembled an Otherworld creature.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
-Has two types of bolts in her quiver; the red –feathered ones are tipped with poison and the green-feathered ones are normal.
-She ‘s experienced with medicine, so she can heal small wounds with manual treatment or her own magic.
-Carries a pouch with needed potions and herbs on her person.
-Wakes quickly.
-Suspicious of everything and everyone.
. You guys should check it out!NAME: Saharia Raquaero
AGE: 90
GENDER: Female
RACE: Elf
SPECIES: N/A
CURRENT LOCATION: South Eros, Alomei
COUNTRY: Euclid
REGION: N/A
ALLIANCE: N/A
JOB TYPE: Unemployed
PROFESSION: Sellsword
PERSONALITY:
-Quiet
-Paranoid
-Fierce
-Head-strong
A quiet individual who prefers using action than words to communicate. She’s fierce in the battlefield, and fearless. But despite that, she can be motherly and overprotective, especially if women and children are involved. She’s loyal to anyone who has command over her, is diligent and driven, and will be content so long as she has the essentials—food, warmth, and shelter. Though she’s had to face the world on her own, and she is indeed independent, she much prefers being under the command of someone. After a job is finished, she often feels lost and uncertain, and it makes her look for another job all the more. At the same time, she is very wary.
HISTORY:
Saharia was born on Euclid and had only known Euclid for almost a hundred years. Before the war, she’d lived in peace with her family under the roof of a prestigious lord. She might have grown up to be a simple maid or servant of the household, but it was apparent over time how much more adept and interested she was in the crossbow and dagger. Often, as a young girl, between learning how to cook, clean, and sew, she’d practice with her brother, Fortis.
Eventually, she was brought up to one of the household guards, and soon after, the household’s warrior. But after so long of staying in the same status, her brother, Fortis, grew tired of Euclid and decided to travel around the world. He wanted to see the Mages of Abelardus, and the islands of Xanthe. He wanted to see what Fenlei and Alomei were like. Saharia was reluctant to leave her post as guard and could only watch as her brother left her to the household they were brought up under.
When news came of war, she could not sit still for very long, and soon she was on a ship to Alomei, where her brother had been heard from last. When she got there with her riding horse, Morka, she had inevitably become part of the war to defend Alomei, despite how unwelcome she had been treated when she’d first arrived. She managed to make it through five years but not without a touch of corruption and paranoia. In those years, she’d done all she could to survive, from stealing food and coin to murdering civilians for a warm place to sleep or just out of sheer distrust. Otherworld creatures were in the many, and the more she killed the more her judgement was clouded, and the more unwelcome she’d become in Alomei. She would have left already had ships not been so reluctant to take her. Not even coin could help. She’d already searched every part of the country she could for her brother, and so he had become nothing but a distant memory. At one point, she’d almost sold her horse, but Morka was the only living being she could trust, and proved to be a huge asset in her travels.
Going into her sixth year in Alomei, she was on her way towards North Eros when she came across a small family of travellers. Before she could raid them, they’d offered their meat and mead in exchange for her protection, as they were on their way to the docks for a ship. In that instant, she seemed to find herself, and, though uncertain at first, she’d accepted. They were no more than civilians, but she was under their command. That feeling of responsibility was enough to renew her resolve in finding her brother and going back home to Euclid. The family of travellers would help her get on a ship as well, though they were hoping to get to Xanthe. It made no matter to her as long as she left Alomei.
But there was an attack on the docks by Otherworld creatures and she was so overwhelmed that she could not protect the family she’d promised to. She survived, but now carries the burdens of her wrong-doings and failures. Now , she is on her way to North Eros for another port, and hoping to catch a ship to Abelardus, where she might find her brother and mutilate anything that gets in her way—anything that resembled an Otherworld creature.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
-Has two types of bolts in her quiver; the red –feathered ones are tipped with poison and the green-feathered ones are normal.
-She ‘s experienced with medicine, so she can heal small wounds with manual treatment or her own magic.
-Carries a pouch with needed potions and herbs on her person.
-Wakes quickly.
-Suspicious of everything and everyone.
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Ahhh :'O She looks so small for being an elf o3o GAH and why are all the pasts so saaad ;w;
anyways I really like her concept and all, she seems to be an interesting person to deal with =w=!
anyways I really like her concept and all, she seems to be an interesting person to deal with =w=!