I was given the name ofNayeli
I was born in the winterEighteen Year Ago
My father and mother both brought me into theHuman World
I am a as my father would say a beautiful girl, though, he is my father I he would always say such a thing. I do not know if it is true, but I am sure I will find out from the first guy who actually looks at me and not at my ass or my breast. I am five foot, nine inches tall, even for a woman that is tall and most men would not look at me unless they were way taller then I was, but it does not matter, I could careless for men. I have long black hair, which is like silk and always pulled back into a braid, the bottom of the braid normally is touching my lower back. My eyes are a ice blue, from my mother, and they are cold, very cold, of course, my mother was the coldiest of bitches in this world in my pure opinion. My body is very skinny, giving me curves that men would die to touch, but those are my mothers words. My skin is very tan, of course, even though my family needs no reason to be outside because we are rich and rich women normally have pale skin, I spend my days with the men of the army, working on my fighting skills.
I do not wear dresses or pretty things, those things are the worst invention in the world, just giving men a way to get what they want without taking the clothing off. I do not wear dresses, I hate the idea of them. For my torso, I wear a tight tunic, which is long sleeve and normally black, holding leather on the elbow area so when I crawl I do not hurt them. Even I can have a little care for my arms when I am trying to be sneaking. I normally hold a dagger on my upper arm, strapped down and only able to come out from the force of being pulled from the sheath, which is strapped there. On my lower body, the place where men just love to look at, are normal pants, though they are a little tight around my ass, which is normally for some dresses. I have a belt around my waist, holding onto my sword and another dagger. I also hold onto something else that most do not have, a long cattle whip, which I took from our stable master. I have mastered the use of this cattle whip and can hit my target pretty well.
My sword is made by the best of the empire, even a slave elf from DuWeldenvarden helped, so it is pretry hard to make. My daggers, they are beautiful, pure silver, of course, my father had gold placed on the pommel a little. I love my father, he always gets me the good stuff, even though I don't need any of it. My whip was once just a normal brown whip, however, now it is all black, because of my own father and my want for nothing to be brown. I do not hid under a cloak, but I do have one. It is mostly because I hate rain and I only wear the hood of the cloak when it rains.
My father says I can be a real bitch, but I must say, that I completely agree with him. I can be nice when I want to be, but I try not to be. I get everything from my mother, since she is the same. I do not trust many people at this point in my life. I have been lied to many of times and honestly, trust is a worthless aspect on life unless the show that they will do anything to help you or fight with you, and even then, I don't think I could trust them. I can at least sat that I got something from my father, even though it is not very much in the first place. It is just something I learned from expeience mostly with the trust thing. Everytime I turned around, their was really no reason to be surprised that someone was there to kill you and you had known them for a while. I did not even trust people that I had known for years, my mother said it was because we were royalty of the empire.
Most people who are against me say I have no heart, well, even I say they are lying. Everyone has a heart, it beats in their chest, but everyone also has a heart that loves too and even I have one. I love my mother, she was the only one who really cared for me, and I loved my father, even though he was a stupid Knight for the empire who thought that he could get everything with money. I know my father was a cheater, that is why I don't care for him, but I do love him, he is the man who gave me life... Unfortunatly for me. I do care what happens to my mother, my little sister, but my older brother, he just left me and my little sister for my father and mother. I hate him, he has done nothing for me! He left his family and went right to the Varden, the no good bastard. I quit caring for him, in fact, I told myself that I would kill him.
The empire, it is a lovely thing that even I can see no problem with. It is the Varden who are stupid enough to think that they are better then use. I hate ever last Varden being that I come in contact with. I would love to see them all burn on a stick and smile as their children were forced to be empire and go into the front lines of our army. The Elves, the thought of making them slaves is a wonderful thing, but a few can stay free, as long as they are with us.
My mother says I was born in a wonderful time, during the winter in Urû'baen. Her mother had been the daughter of another Royal being, so she was set from the beginning and her father worked his way from foot soldier to knight and then asked for her hand in marrage, however, he was nothing but a man who wanted women for anything. Her mother quit caring after a while, but she still loved Nayeli's father for some weird reason. After they were married, she had one son named Turin. I came after him, given the name Nayeli, meaning Love, while his meant dragon. I never did like him, but then came my little sister named Leilani, meaning flower. My sister and I bounded quickly, but my brother just went to the army daily to receive his lessons.
At a early age I would fight with my mother about wearing the worthless dresses, honestly, I saw no reason to wear such things, as when I learned about sex and stuff, I just saw it as a easy way for men to get what they wanted. My sister was years younger then I was, so, she went to the dresses quickly. She loved dresses and wanted to dress in them all the time. When I was fourteen and my brother was eighteen, he left the family without warning, taking his stuff one night and bolting out of Urû'baen and south, to the Varden. I hated him after that, for he was a traitor and I thought I could trust him. My sister and I were left, my sister at the time was seven years old and she cried for nights wanting her brother. I however, plotted from that day in order to kill him.
At the age of Fifteen I went to my brother's old teacher and told him I was here to learn what I wanted to learn. I began training, working quickly to become one of the best in my opinion. My teacher told me that my brother was the best and it was a shame that he had to leave for the Varden. I did not care much, in fact, there was no point in talking about my brother at all, only plotting to kill him. My sister joined me when I turned eighteen, making her twelve years old, of course, by then, I had learned everything and she was just starting. I had no reason to stay in that city, so I left, traveling and picking up things as I sent along.
Before I left my father put money forth to have a sword and two daggers made just for me. I smiled at the thought when he told me and I watched as the best smith with a elf worked the metal to a beautiful sword. I then watched as the daggers were made and how things were done perfectly. On the day of recieving my sword the elf slave told me that great warriors would name thier swords and I could not help but smile. I looked at the beautiful sword, the silver that was so smooth and then looked at the daggers. I asked him if daggers were named also and he nodded to me.
"Some give them the same name, because they are from the same." I looked at my swords and daggers and I wanted to give them three different names that all were close together. But in the end, I did not name them, could not think of anything.
After leaving I went to many different cities and such before I returned in order to help the King. I also wanted to try and get a dragon egg one day and offered to go to the Varden and steal some, just for the empire.
They say someone is behind the scenesI had to stumble on this place somehow and it was due to the fact that I found it on another site.