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Shayna
Jan 21, 2010 21:00:53 GMT -5
Post by Lady Nayeli on Jan 21, 2010 21:00:53 GMT -5
I was given the name Shayna I was born in the Spring Seventeen Years Ago My mother and father brought me into The Human Realm of the Northern Empire Land, but I am a Varden Horse Trainer & Assassin
My father always called me beautiful, though I am not very sure, but I take the complement. My body has a very beautiful, as my father said with curved that all the mean of the Empire would want to touch, but he would never allow that to happen. My eyes are steel blue, like ice and hard, not many can read my emotion, which allows me to hide a lot of things from others. My face has a very beautiful completions, but I also hold the scar from fighting with people. Along my right cheek is a knife mark, a scar which has healed leaving me with what some would call ugly. I try to keep others from reading my emotions, it has worked pretty well over the years. My teeth I take good care of, cleaning them when I can and normally with water and stuff.
My shoulders are squared, from years of working, but I am still very delicate looking. My arms are very strong, showing the muscles that I have developed from years of working with animals, but also, from working my body to be the assassin I wanted nothing more then to be. My body is small, my ass is small and so are my breast, but I am still pretty I guess. I am 5'6" and 124lbs. My hips curve with my body and most men who have seen me look at me with lust in their eyes, but when I makes them look at my face they see the meanest I holds towards most people.
I do not like wearing the clothing that normal women wear, like dresses and skirts, to me, that is just tell the men to come and get some. No, I like pants, which show off the small ass that I have and flare out at the knee and then a skin tight tunic, which are long sleeves. Since I use a bow and arrows, I have leather that I sometimes wear on my arm so the tight sting does not hurt my arm. I also have two daggers, which sit on my hip. I do not carry a sword, since I am not very good with swords, but when it comes to daggers and arrows, I am very good at using them. I wear a pair of brown boots, which are mostly hidden over the flare that goes over my feet. I travel in a brown cotton cloak, which I keep in great shape and holds a hood. It is very thick, meant for traveling around and keeps me dry most of the time.
I am pretty fast on my feet, with very little grace or care, most of the time. I can be rather stealthy when it comes to being unseen, so most people have been known to call my 'Nightwalker'. I don't understand why, since I just use the shadow and most the time, my attacks are during the day and I am pretty good at doing it also. I am pretty good and keeping my bow silent when I shot, but it take a lot of work to make the string silent. My daggers stay on my hip, unless I am right at the target and then I take it out. When I fight, I am always thinking about the fight and nothing more, making my movements during a fight nearly flawless, but I know there is always something wrong. I have heard a few whispers from people who say I am part elf, but last I checked I was not born half elf.
When I was young, mother called me sweet, but I am so different from that, completely different then that. I am so hard to understand, at least, that is what I have been told. My father is the one who raised me after my mother died and he taught me to be respectful to others and caring to the old. I am very sweet to all who deserve this treat me, such as friends and family. I am a very hard worker and I try not be selfish at all, but even I know that I can be a very selfish person. I love my family and my life... To a point I guess you could say. I never did like the life after my father died, it was full of new things to deal with and I knew it was time to become a little different.
After my father's death, or well, let me change that... Murder, my heart went completely black and I hated all who did not show complete respect or at least show they are worth my trust. I became very cold, very different, and people who knew me saw the difference and they began to fear me a little and I kind of liked it. Before my father's death, they called both of use thieves and I did not like it, I found the people and took out the revenge in which my heart wanted. I chose to move away, to another city, close to the Surda border. I moved my horses and I sold them as I moved. I traveled all over the empire, meeting others and perfecting my skills as best I could. I am very protective of myself, yea, I know self centered, completely, but when I don't trust anyone, it is kind of easy to get a little self centered.
So, may life has been a little crazy, though it started out okay, being born to a horse trainer and a house wife. We lived in Furnost, where my mother was a outcast and my father a man who had lived in the home all of his life. My father had always wanted a large family, with plenty of children to help with the business he had, but I had no brothers nor sisters, because when I was only two years old, my mother grew ill, dying soon after the illness hit. My father was heartbroken, but as it went on, the heart brake when away and he looked after me and I grew to be just as tough as him. I started to work hard on the farm as I grew older, watching how he worked the horses and spoke to him, I wanted to be just like him. He would garden and talk to the plants, saying that they understood, but even I don't know how well that works out, but we always had food, which was always good.
As years went by I was taught how to work with horses and gardening. While she worked in the garden he would work the horses and then he would sell them and buy more. He enjoyed the work and I loved to watch as the days went on. I would clean the house in order to have guest over to buy or look at horses. My father was always willing to feed people who traveled far for the horses and I enjoyed meeting them. As a gift for my hard work, though I did not believe it was hard, he purchased a Frisian Colt and trained him for me and then handed him over to me. The horse earned the name Saxon and I took the best care of him.
When my fifteenth birthday, the town that I had lived in for so long became my enemy quickly, calling my father and myself thieves, saying we stole the horses that we trained and raised. My father was not a fighter, he did not like it and he would not allow fighting. He ignored them, sold and trained just as much. I was growing angry, though I did not care how much my father wanted me to stop growing angry, I just did. To please my father I went with him and tried to stay calm. I decided only a week later to go hunting, since my father was having to work with a horse extra hard. I was gone for just a few days and then returned to my house torn apart and my father's body laying in the corral.
My father was killed because the town believed him a thief and because no one could find proof, some of the young men decided to take it into their own hands. I thought that the people accusing would just let it move on, but when they killed, I knew they had gone to far and I took it into my own hands.
I was terrified, but I knew who had done it. My anger was too much to control and I rode into town on Saxon, finding the men with ease and killing them all within twenty four hours. I left not long after that, selling the last three horses and taking mine and my father's, a large bay draft horse named Nixon. I left town, going south just north of Surda and living there, taking in everything I could before I left the Empire and went into Surda for good. I was done with the empire.
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Shayna
Jan 26, 2010 17:11:24 GMT -5
Post by Angmor on Jan 26, 2010 17:11:24 GMT -5
Accepted!
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