by Alyona on October 10th, 2015, 1:41 am
Appearance
Alyona is small, only 5’5”, but believes her beauty makes up for it. Her skin is like pale porcelain, her hair even paler. Her eyes are grey-blue, and often describes it as the tranquil pools of Ravok’s lake. Her cheekbones are prominent, her nose slight, and her lips a rosy red. She spent most of her childhood with her hair up in a bun, so she now prefers to keep it down instead. Clothes have never been a finery for her, but her tastes have made her determined to change that.
If one looks long and hard enough, they would notice very slight scars marring her arms and legs. If viewed without her clothes, these thin, near-invisible scars continue all over her back and even onto her torso. Still, they're barely there. One would have to touch her skin to even have an inkling that they exist.HistoryAlyona has only ever known the life of an anonymous slave. Her master, a merchant, always preferred his possessions to have no names. "It forms a connection," she overheard him say once, "and develops sympathy for them. They don't need sympathy." He still thought calling them "slave" was a bit much, and so either snapped at them or changed their names every time he called after them. He always chose names for her that he thought were pretty. Said they were befitting the gifts she was given. She hated every single one of them.
Alyona considers herself without any family, now. Her parents, also slaves, probably had children older than Alyona, but she wouldn't be surprised if her master sold them to others. After all, slaves were as much a set of goods as the other items he sold in the Bazaar. Either way, she has no hope of having siblings now, as her father was sold to a man known to kill his slaves within the season, and her mother became ill after slipping into the merchant's pond one winter a few years before Alyona turned 14.
All she has left of her parents are memories. Memories of how they gave her their food, and only ate what was left. Memories of evening stories about Ravok, a city floating on a lake. Memories of prayers sent to Rhysol, to deliver them from such cruelty, to let them serve his cause instead. In Alyona's eyes, Rhysol answered their prayers. Or at the very least her mother's.
Because of these memories, Alyona clings to her prayers to Rhysol as her parents had. While still slaving for her master, she had no care for how Rhysol saved her. If he saw fit that she see her demise in captivity, then he knew best. She still made sure to pray for him to be her only master. If he let her escape and live, everything she would do would be for him.
And so she found her way out of slavery. The day, though glorious, is still one difficult to bear remembering. She eventually found her way out of Syliras on a ship, and has arrived in Alvadas ready to serve her true master.PersonalityAlyona hides many of her emotions behind a mask, as she quickly learned it was the only way to survive the master's wrath, or rather his jealous wife. Alyona learned to keep up a passive face, no matter the circumstances. She only slipped up once after she had such a system in place, but she feels rather justified in that one moment of weakness.
Because of the torment of slavery, Alyona is now rather aloof in her interactions with others. Everyone around her is either a potential enemy or ally, not civilians or friends. She doesn't have time for friends. However, she is more than willing to give off the appearance of emotion if she thinks it will better serve the purpose of her interaction with that person.
She is not afraid to die for Rhysol's cause. If she dies, it means she has served her true master to the best of her ability, and he wishes to save her from whatever circumstance is causing her pain. Though she is not skilled in combat, she's also not afraid to fight for her master's mission. She knows he has an army for that, but she will serve whatever purpose he deems her fit for.
The only emotion she might accidentally display is for things of beauty. Blooming flowers, pieces of art, gorgeous gowns, and gentle melodies soften her heart and reveal a side of her that was often forced to hide from her former master. She partakes of these beauties because Rhysol wants her at her best, and sometimes to perform at her best, she must relax from the weariness of the world. Last edited by
Alyona on October 13th, 2015, 5:30 pm, edited 2 times in total.
RP'ed by Tentative
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Alyona 
