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Zara Mae
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birthday: 16th Day of Winter 495av
Birthplace: Zeltiva
Appearance
Short, smiley and fair headed, Zena looks like the picture of youth and innocence. Her golden curls fall down her narrow shoulders reaching just above her chest. She has a square shaped face often framed by her bangs, with tiny pink lips and expressive brown eyes that shimmer and glitter like a puppies. Her skin is fair, not too pale but not remotely tanned either.
Her body is that of an acrobat’s. She is very short and flexible, standing a mere 5’3” off the ground. Subtle curves give her an hourglass figure, while her abdomen arms, and legs are toned and faintly muscular.
She always seems to be smiling, if not with her lips, with her eyes. There is freeness about her that some find intriguing.
Concept
There is a fine line between quirky and annoying, and Zena has been known to cross that line far too many times to count. She is almost constantly talking, and when she’s not talking she’s thinking at a mile a minute. Her train of thought can change so rapidly, that most would find it hard to keep up with her. Most would conclude that she is attention seeking, and henceforth, begin to ignore her. fortunately for them, doing that would most likely make her get bored of you and leave you alone.
Zena doesn’t want much more from her life other than to stand out. So she pours all her energy into becoming good at things. She is extremely competitive when challenge and is a bit of an unpleasant, and pouty, loser.
The only thing she really does for herself is painting. And painting is something she only ever does when no one else is near by because it unlocks a kind of serenity about her. She becomes like a sea with no wind. No sound comes from her lips, and her smile is more genuine. She doesn’t show anyone else her art because she feels it isn't any of their business. She paints what is deep inside, buried underneath layers of fasade. It is far to personal for strangers to gaze upon.
Zena hates feeling confined to certain standards. At least that is how she would put it. Really, she just dislikes being told what to do. Often she will do exactly the opposite of what was asked of her just to be difficult.
Zena is a complicated, curious and more than a little childish. But, if you can put up with her, she will be a loyal and caring friend.
History
Zena grew up in Sylirus as one of three identical girls to a well respected family who’d lived there for generations. The birth of identical triplets was the ‘talk-of-the-town’, due to how rare something like that was. Her sisters names were Zoe and Zarah and all three of them were paraded around like show ponies at a fair. They were dressed the same, their hair was styled the same, and they would always finish each others sentences in the most adorable way. But all they off them couldn’t be more different, and the appeal of being part of a trio grew old when they did.
As Zara grew up, she became increasingly frustrated, and tended to make a scene should someone mistake her for one of her sisters. She refused to wear anything that her sisters were wearing. At one point she even shaved off all her hair in a desperate plea to be noticed as an individual rather than a gimic. Her teenage years were uncomfortable for everyone. Her stuffy, polite and frankly dull parents were struck dumb as their respectable, and rather large family was made a mockery of as Zena did what she could to go against the grain.
In her spare time she would paint, and practice acrobatics, hoping to become some sort of performer. She also dabbled with singing, but decided that it wasn’t really her area (Because she sounded like a cat being stepped on by someone wearing very large boots).
Eventually, by the time she had turned 16, she, and her family both agreed that a life in Sylirus living up to her family name was never going to suit her, and so, she began to make preparations to leave. Packing adequate weaponry, and supplies, she journeyed to Zeltiva to start a new life there until she could figure out where to take it next.
Skills
Lores
Lore of Syliran Geography
Solace in Painting
Languages
Fluent: Common
Basic: N/A
Poor: Fratava
Money & Possessions
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birthday: 16th Day of Winter 495av
Birthplace: Zeltiva
Appearance
Short, smiley and fair headed, Zena looks like the picture of youth and innocence. Her golden curls fall down her narrow shoulders reaching just above her chest. She has a square shaped face often framed by her bangs, with tiny pink lips and expressive brown eyes that shimmer and glitter like a puppies. Her skin is fair, not too pale but not remotely tanned either.
Her body is that of an acrobat’s. She is very short and flexible, standing a mere 5’3” off the ground. Subtle curves give her an hourglass figure, while her abdomen arms, and legs are toned and faintly muscular.
She always seems to be smiling, if not with her lips, with her eyes. There is freeness about her that some find intriguing.
Concept
There is a fine line between quirky and annoying, and Zena has been known to cross that line far too many times to count. She is almost constantly talking, and when she’s not talking she’s thinking at a mile a minute. Her train of thought can change so rapidly, that most would find it hard to keep up with her. Most would conclude that she is attention seeking, and henceforth, begin to ignore her. fortunately for them, doing that would most likely make her get bored of you and leave you alone.
Zena doesn’t want much more from her life other than to stand out. So she pours all her energy into becoming good at things. She is extremely competitive when challenge and is a bit of an unpleasant, and pouty, loser.
The only thing she really does for herself is painting. And painting is something she only ever does when no one else is near by because it unlocks a kind of serenity about her. She becomes like a sea with no wind. No sound comes from her lips, and her smile is more genuine. She doesn’t show anyone else her art because she feels it isn't any of their business. She paints what is deep inside, buried underneath layers of fasade. It is far to personal for strangers to gaze upon.
Zena hates feeling confined to certain standards. At least that is how she would put it. Really, she just dislikes being told what to do. Often she will do exactly the opposite of what was asked of her just to be difficult.
Zena is a complicated, curious and more than a little childish. But, if you can put up with her, she will be a loyal and caring friend.
History
Zena grew up in Sylirus as one of three identical girls to a well respected family who’d lived there for generations. The birth of identical triplets was the ‘talk-of-the-town’, due to how rare something like that was. Her sisters names were Zoe and Zarah and all three of them were paraded around like show ponies at a fair. They were dressed the same, their hair was styled the same, and they would always finish each others sentences in the most adorable way. But all they off them couldn’t be more different, and the appeal of being part of a trio grew old when they did.
As Zara grew up, she became increasingly frustrated, and tended to make a scene should someone mistake her for one of her sisters. She refused to wear anything that her sisters were wearing. At one point she even shaved off all her hair in a desperate plea to be noticed as an individual rather than a gimic. Her teenage years were uncomfortable for everyone. Her stuffy, polite and frankly dull parents were struck dumb as their respectable, and rather large family was made a mockery of as Zena did what she could to go against the grain.
In her spare time she would paint, and practice acrobatics, hoping to become some sort of performer. She also dabbled with singing, but decided that it wasn’t really her area (Because she sounded like a cat being stepped on by someone wearing very large boots).
Eventually, by the time she had turned 16, she, and her family both agreed that a life in Sylirus living up to her family name was never going to suit her, and so, she began to make preparations to leave. Packing adequate weaponry, and supplies, she journeyed to Zeltiva to start a new life there until she could figure out where to take it next.
Skills
| Skill | EXP | Total | Proficiency |
| Dancing | 10SP | 10XP | Novice |
| Weapon: Katana | 7SP | 7XP | Novice |
| Acrobatics | 15 RB | 15XP | Novice |
| Painting | 15SP | 15XP | Novice |
| Drawing | 10SP | 10XP | Novice |
Lores
Lore of Syliran Geography
Solace in Painting
Languages
Fluent: Common
Basic: N/A
Poor: Fratava
Money & Possessions
| Loss | Gain | Total | Discription |
| - | 100GM | 100GM | Starting package |
| 12GM | - | 88GM | Cutlass |
| 25GM | - | 63GM | Painters Toolkit |
| 1SM | - | 62GM 9SM | Scarf |
| 8SM | - | 62GM 1SM | Dress |
| Possession | Discription |
| Dress | A simple white summer dress that reaches just above her knees |
| Black shirt | A long black Tee |
| Balloon Pants | A billowy pair of white trousers |
| Grey winter coat | A grey winter coat |
| Undergarments | For underneath her garments |
| Black boots | Lace up black ankle boots |
| Waterskin | Kept in backpack |
| Comb and Brush | To tame her mane, kept in backpack |
| Soap | Mmm, lavender, kept in backpack |
| Razor | Kept in backpack |
| Balanced Rations (one weeks work) | Nuts, dried meat, some fruit ect ect |
| Eating knife | Cuts food into bite sized pieces |
| Flint and steel | Fire! |
| Painters Toolkit | Paints, brushes, pallets, canvases |
| Small Brush (Paint stained and dry) | A completely useless, but sentimental paintbrush that her mother unwillingly gifted her when she left for a new city. Her Hairloom. |
