Zasha
10-11-07, 12:59 AM
Name: Zasha Vankesna
Age: 762
Race: Elven
Hair Color: Raven black, pitch. In the bright sunlight blue highlights can be seen.
Eye Color: A striking a piercing pale green. Seems to look right through you.
Height: Five feet, six and a half inches
Weight: One hundred and seventeen pounds
Occupation: Blacksmith/Adventurer
Personality:
Zasha tends to be shy at first, unused to dealing with people on her own. She is the kind of girl that would do something for someone in trouble, she thinks of others before herself, though like anyone she has her selfish moments. Zasha is kind and quiet, sweet and gentle, even though she has worked as a blacksmith with her father for some time she still has some sort of grace about her. It’s nothing regal, just something natural born to many elven women. Zasha is the kind of person that keeps her thoughts to herself often and seems a little quiet, at first she tends to only answer what is asked of her and nothing more. But upon opening her up little by little. Earning her trust. And getting to know her, you find that she can become playful and fun with someone that she really likes and wants to be close to.
Romance, of course as in any girl’s mind, is something she seeks, but is not looking too hard for. Her philosophy is that it will happen when it’s time, fate and destiny are things she believes in. There is nothing she can do, the world throws rocks into your path from time to time and it’s how you deal with them that is important. Zasha, loves adventure, which was why she left her home, and headed out, to find a place in the world knowing she could always fall back on her blacksmithing, but she was looking for something special. Though she isn’t sure what it is yet, she figures she’ll know it when she gets to it. For now, she’s enjoying her long life while she travels.
Appearance:
http://www.maj.com/gallery/sitboy/GirlPics/1162538077_l9dhq3aqp2.jpg
Zasha has very pale skin. While most might expect her to be tan from being a blacksmith she is indeed the opposite. And it isn’t much for a lack of sun, in fact she probably loves the sun more than most. But she just has the kind of skin that doesn’t absorb and change color because of it. She can burn, and she can be pale. Those are really the one kinds of exposure and color she has. Because her skin is so pale she tends to cover herself up quite a bit, even in warm method she wears thin but well covering clothing to protect her skin.
Her eyes are a pale and gentle green but it seems to pierce right through you and into your soul at times. When she is being soft and honest they seem to stare directly through you. The only times they seem to really have life is when she smiles or is in the forest, other than that, they seem almost vacant. Her eyes can be gentle and soft, show actual emotion but it’s rare and takes a certain kind of person to bring it out. She smiles rarely, while she is kind and does what she can for others it is often rare to see her smile.
Her body is quite muscular under the soft pale skin. Even though it’s often covered, when you can see it, she has muscle definition especially in her arms. She is stronger than she looks. She is thin as most elves are, though slightly stocky for an elf because of her occupation. She is still thinner than a human woman, with curves that tend to make men dream, and women envious, though again, she tends to hide her body beneath clothing. Not liking to call attention to herself.
Clothing. She tends to favor black with silver or green trim. She wears skirts that fall to her knees, but leggings that cover her legs so that no skin there is shown. Boots instead of normal soft shoes adorn her feet and legs. Her torso is usually covered in a long sleeve black shirt that is form fitting. Over that would be a sleeveless vest like creation made of black velvet that is thick and warm. Over that she might wear a black leather armor that has silver trim and her family emblem an eagle with a maple leave in it’s clasp on the front. Her hair is pitch black as well spiraling down in beautiful natural curls to her waist. She usually wears it down or tied up depending on the weather and the situation.
History:
It was under the night of the new moon, that new life was given unto the elves Farier and Kina. It was a pitch black night, and perhaps in a way it was a foreshadow of the small girl that would be brought to life that night. Under the dark sky came a dark girl, a head of hair so dark that it seemed that tonight was the only night she could be born. Named Zasha, in her language meaning ‘of the night’ she was dubbed this by her tired mother. Births were always quite hard on elven women from way back, and sometimes women sacrificed their lives just to give birth to their one child. But luckily for the young girl that didn’t even utter a cry as she was brought into the world and opened her beautiful green eyes to be the envy of every woman in the world, her mother lived.
For a long time, her life was normal. While Zasha was always a very quiet girl she loved being around her family. Her father was a blacksmith, one of few in the elven city that she lived in. Creating beautiful works of art from metal slabs. Zasha was enthralled by this trait. Spending hours upon hours sitting on the stool in the corner of her father’s smithy and watch him working the metal turning it into the most beautiful things. It was after hours one day, when her father had his back turned that the young Zasha took the hammer to the anvil finding a small nugget of metal that was nothing but steel and began to beat it out on the anvil. It was hard, as you might imagine, her muscles were not ready for such activity but no matter how long it took she kept at it, millimeter by millimeter the nugget of steel began to flatten. Her father watching her from afar seeing the light in her green eyes.
After that day he took on an apprentice. Zasha worked hard, doing anything and everything she could that he asked. Making sure that he would teach her. At first she was frustrated when he had her fetching buckets and buckets of water from the well. By lifting heavy sacks of grain taking them from one side of the Smithy to the other and back again. Over and over again. She was too short sighted to know that this was training. And one day, it was raining and her father had her holding empty buckets up in the rain her arms outstretched letting the buckets fill with water and never once letting her arms fall down. It was hard work and before the buckets were full her arms fell and she too with exhaustion. Her father told her that when she could do it until the buckets were full and then over flowing that then he would begin really training her with the metal.
She went out every time it rained ready to do her best, and after months and months of building the muscles she was able to finally do it. Her father deeming her ready he began the training which was hard even with the strength that she had built up. During this training he also began to teach her how to use a blade. Telling her that she couldn’t make a good one until she knew how to use one and know the difference in play and out. So she began to train in the mornings with her sword, doing the intricate dances and the different moves and maneuvers to become good. After the sun had well risen she went to her father’s smithy and began to work with him, first starting with simple horse shoes and the like. Having to work on easy simple things though she longed to make herself a blade.
Years and years she trained becoming more and more reclusive as she did so. Loving the metal and the workings of the smithy. She loved working side by side with her father all day in and day out. While her siblings and her mother did their own things. She learned how to make blades finally and began working with her father, working runes into the blades, making beautiful artful pieces. Everything was going well until her father died suddenly of a heart attack one night while working hard on a piece for one of the noble elves that had asked the man to make him something special. It was then that Zasha really began to recede inside herself, the light from her eyes began to fade and she began to become a zombie. Working, eating, and sleeping. That was her life for the next few hundred years until her younger brother that had taken over as head of the family came out and shut down her smithy. He told her he was tired of seeing his sister slave away for men that would not even look at her. Though she didn’t want men to look at her, it wasn’t like she was hiding but no one really wanted to date a blacksmith.
He was stopping her work. And if he had to, he would have the elders come and cast spells of keeping, to keep the fire away. She was furious and threatened to leave, the last thing her father left her and her brother was taking it away. But that was what her brother wanted, he wanted her to leave and go out into the world, to be a woman, and to make friends, see things. Besides the glow of a fire. She grabbed the sword she had just finished and thrust it to the side, she was pissed. Beyond pissed that her brother would do this. Wasn’t family supposed to look out for one another?! Not throw them out? She took the sword her father had made her given to her when he decided to tell her that she was his partner and not his apprentice anymore. She got dressed in all her black clothing packing her bag she took a great deal of food from the kitchen and stocked up on three water bottles full of water. With a dagger on her back, a sword at her hip, and a bow on her back, she took off to find this thing called adventure. But she was till every bit the loner she had always been. Preferring to be alone, not needing friends, what good were they anyway? She really didn’t see a need.
Skills:
Metallurgy: With ease she can create beautiful blades and other things out of metal. She of course needs the right kind of fire and her mallet but she can shape and form metal. Having done this all her life she isn’t exceptional but she’s very good. Creating anything from horse shoes to blades she is ready as long as she has time and materials.
Swordplay: One handed, sword about the size of a katzbalger. She is good at her sword, better than she is at any other weapon. This is what she grew up using even though most elves are partial to the bow, she prefers the feel of cold steel in her hand. Tempered steel nothing special but elven runes have been carved into the blade.
Nature’s call: It’s not really as spell more of an innate ability to be in nature. Animals, wild and within their nature will trust Zasha more than most others. They might be willing to help her in a pinch. We’re not talking about showing her the way out, but maybe leading her to a berry bush, or a small pond of rain water.
Fire Breather: Now it’s not what some might think with a name as ‘fire breather’. She cannot and never will be able to actually breathe fire. It’s not in her body nor her race to do so. But because of the close relationship she has had with fire her whole life she is able to coax a small spark into a nice campfire even in a little bit of rain. Not in a down pour or flood, but a light rain she can get a fire going if needed.
Marksmanship: She’s only a decent shot. Not good, definatly not great, but she has some chance of hitting the mark. She had never been one to hone her skills with the bow but all the same she can use one in a pinch and pray that it hits.
Equipment:
Runesinger: The blade that she carries, a one handed sword, small and built for her as a woman.
Dagger: A small steel dagger in a belt holster on her back. She rarely uses it for combat the reason she carries it is so that she can use it when she is camping. For cutting limbs, skinning animals for food, or things like that. Used more for survival but in a pinch it could work in a fight. Has a small spell placed on the blade that when she takes from the natural world, cutting limbs to make fire or such, that the spell will speed up the regrowth process.
Birch Gift: A gift given to her from a fallen branch of a birch tree that she and her father carved during the nights into a beautiful bow. Has nothing special about it outside sentimental attachment.
Crest Armor: A bit of hardened black leather that she puts over all her clothing. On the front is the family crest of an eagle holding a maple leaf in it’s claw.
Mallet: The mallet she uses to form metal. Nothing too special about the mallet except it’s fire resistant and the grip is formed specially for her hand carved just for her.
Familiars:
Flake:
Flake is a little flying squirrel that is white in color hence the name. Named for the snows in the forests where Zasha is from. Flake has no special abilities but is extremely mischievous liking to take things that don’t belong to him and put them among Zasha’s things. Often Zasha is referred to as a thief because of some of the things that Flake has stolen, having an affinity for shiny and edible things. He is very good company when Zasha is hungry having a nose for berries and nuts.
Age: 762
Race: Elven
Hair Color: Raven black, pitch. In the bright sunlight blue highlights can be seen.
Eye Color: A striking a piercing pale green. Seems to look right through you.
Height: Five feet, six and a half inches
Weight: One hundred and seventeen pounds
Occupation: Blacksmith/Adventurer
Personality:
Zasha tends to be shy at first, unused to dealing with people on her own. She is the kind of girl that would do something for someone in trouble, she thinks of others before herself, though like anyone she has her selfish moments. Zasha is kind and quiet, sweet and gentle, even though she has worked as a blacksmith with her father for some time she still has some sort of grace about her. It’s nothing regal, just something natural born to many elven women. Zasha is the kind of person that keeps her thoughts to herself often and seems a little quiet, at first she tends to only answer what is asked of her and nothing more. But upon opening her up little by little. Earning her trust. And getting to know her, you find that she can become playful and fun with someone that she really likes and wants to be close to.
Romance, of course as in any girl’s mind, is something she seeks, but is not looking too hard for. Her philosophy is that it will happen when it’s time, fate and destiny are things she believes in. There is nothing she can do, the world throws rocks into your path from time to time and it’s how you deal with them that is important. Zasha, loves adventure, which was why she left her home, and headed out, to find a place in the world knowing she could always fall back on her blacksmithing, but she was looking for something special. Though she isn’t sure what it is yet, she figures she’ll know it when she gets to it. For now, she’s enjoying her long life while she travels.
Appearance:
http://www.maj.com/gallery/sitboy/GirlPics/1162538077_l9dhq3aqp2.jpg
Zasha has very pale skin. While most might expect her to be tan from being a blacksmith she is indeed the opposite. And it isn’t much for a lack of sun, in fact she probably loves the sun more than most. But she just has the kind of skin that doesn’t absorb and change color because of it. She can burn, and she can be pale. Those are really the one kinds of exposure and color she has. Because her skin is so pale she tends to cover herself up quite a bit, even in warm method she wears thin but well covering clothing to protect her skin.
Her eyes are a pale and gentle green but it seems to pierce right through you and into your soul at times. When she is being soft and honest they seem to stare directly through you. The only times they seem to really have life is when she smiles or is in the forest, other than that, they seem almost vacant. Her eyes can be gentle and soft, show actual emotion but it’s rare and takes a certain kind of person to bring it out. She smiles rarely, while she is kind and does what she can for others it is often rare to see her smile.
Her body is quite muscular under the soft pale skin. Even though it’s often covered, when you can see it, she has muscle definition especially in her arms. She is stronger than she looks. She is thin as most elves are, though slightly stocky for an elf because of her occupation. She is still thinner than a human woman, with curves that tend to make men dream, and women envious, though again, she tends to hide her body beneath clothing. Not liking to call attention to herself.
Clothing. She tends to favor black with silver or green trim. She wears skirts that fall to her knees, but leggings that cover her legs so that no skin there is shown. Boots instead of normal soft shoes adorn her feet and legs. Her torso is usually covered in a long sleeve black shirt that is form fitting. Over that would be a sleeveless vest like creation made of black velvet that is thick and warm. Over that she might wear a black leather armor that has silver trim and her family emblem an eagle with a maple leave in it’s clasp on the front. Her hair is pitch black as well spiraling down in beautiful natural curls to her waist. She usually wears it down or tied up depending on the weather and the situation.
History:
It was under the night of the new moon, that new life was given unto the elves Farier and Kina. It was a pitch black night, and perhaps in a way it was a foreshadow of the small girl that would be brought to life that night. Under the dark sky came a dark girl, a head of hair so dark that it seemed that tonight was the only night she could be born. Named Zasha, in her language meaning ‘of the night’ she was dubbed this by her tired mother. Births were always quite hard on elven women from way back, and sometimes women sacrificed their lives just to give birth to their one child. But luckily for the young girl that didn’t even utter a cry as she was brought into the world and opened her beautiful green eyes to be the envy of every woman in the world, her mother lived.
For a long time, her life was normal. While Zasha was always a very quiet girl she loved being around her family. Her father was a blacksmith, one of few in the elven city that she lived in. Creating beautiful works of art from metal slabs. Zasha was enthralled by this trait. Spending hours upon hours sitting on the stool in the corner of her father’s smithy and watch him working the metal turning it into the most beautiful things. It was after hours one day, when her father had his back turned that the young Zasha took the hammer to the anvil finding a small nugget of metal that was nothing but steel and began to beat it out on the anvil. It was hard, as you might imagine, her muscles were not ready for such activity but no matter how long it took she kept at it, millimeter by millimeter the nugget of steel began to flatten. Her father watching her from afar seeing the light in her green eyes.
After that day he took on an apprentice. Zasha worked hard, doing anything and everything she could that he asked. Making sure that he would teach her. At first she was frustrated when he had her fetching buckets and buckets of water from the well. By lifting heavy sacks of grain taking them from one side of the Smithy to the other and back again. Over and over again. She was too short sighted to know that this was training. And one day, it was raining and her father had her holding empty buckets up in the rain her arms outstretched letting the buckets fill with water and never once letting her arms fall down. It was hard work and before the buckets were full her arms fell and she too with exhaustion. Her father told her that when she could do it until the buckets were full and then over flowing that then he would begin really training her with the metal.
She went out every time it rained ready to do her best, and after months and months of building the muscles she was able to finally do it. Her father deeming her ready he began the training which was hard even with the strength that she had built up. During this training he also began to teach her how to use a blade. Telling her that she couldn’t make a good one until she knew how to use one and know the difference in play and out. So she began to train in the mornings with her sword, doing the intricate dances and the different moves and maneuvers to become good. After the sun had well risen she went to her father’s smithy and began to work with him, first starting with simple horse shoes and the like. Having to work on easy simple things though she longed to make herself a blade.
Years and years she trained becoming more and more reclusive as she did so. Loving the metal and the workings of the smithy. She loved working side by side with her father all day in and day out. While her siblings and her mother did their own things. She learned how to make blades finally and began working with her father, working runes into the blades, making beautiful artful pieces. Everything was going well until her father died suddenly of a heart attack one night while working hard on a piece for one of the noble elves that had asked the man to make him something special. It was then that Zasha really began to recede inside herself, the light from her eyes began to fade and she began to become a zombie. Working, eating, and sleeping. That was her life for the next few hundred years until her younger brother that had taken over as head of the family came out and shut down her smithy. He told her he was tired of seeing his sister slave away for men that would not even look at her. Though she didn’t want men to look at her, it wasn’t like she was hiding but no one really wanted to date a blacksmith.
He was stopping her work. And if he had to, he would have the elders come and cast spells of keeping, to keep the fire away. She was furious and threatened to leave, the last thing her father left her and her brother was taking it away. But that was what her brother wanted, he wanted her to leave and go out into the world, to be a woman, and to make friends, see things. Besides the glow of a fire. She grabbed the sword she had just finished and thrust it to the side, she was pissed. Beyond pissed that her brother would do this. Wasn’t family supposed to look out for one another?! Not throw them out? She took the sword her father had made her given to her when he decided to tell her that she was his partner and not his apprentice anymore. She got dressed in all her black clothing packing her bag she took a great deal of food from the kitchen and stocked up on three water bottles full of water. With a dagger on her back, a sword at her hip, and a bow on her back, she took off to find this thing called adventure. But she was till every bit the loner she had always been. Preferring to be alone, not needing friends, what good were they anyway? She really didn’t see a need.
Skills:
Metallurgy: With ease she can create beautiful blades and other things out of metal. She of course needs the right kind of fire and her mallet but she can shape and form metal. Having done this all her life she isn’t exceptional but she’s very good. Creating anything from horse shoes to blades she is ready as long as she has time and materials.
Swordplay: One handed, sword about the size of a katzbalger. She is good at her sword, better than she is at any other weapon. This is what she grew up using even though most elves are partial to the bow, she prefers the feel of cold steel in her hand. Tempered steel nothing special but elven runes have been carved into the blade.
Nature’s call: It’s not really as spell more of an innate ability to be in nature. Animals, wild and within their nature will trust Zasha more than most others. They might be willing to help her in a pinch. We’re not talking about showing her the way out, but maybe leading her to a berry bush, or a small pond of rain water.
Fire Breather: Now it’s not what some might think with a name as ‘fire breather’. She cannot and never will be able to actually breathe fire. It’s not in her body nor her race to do so. But because of the close relationship she has had with fire her whole life she is able to coax a small spark into a nice campfire even in a little bit of rain. Not in a down pour or flood, but a light rain she can get a fire going if needed.
Marksmanship: She’s only a decent shot. Not good, definatly not great, but she has some chance of hitting the mark. She had never been one to hone her skills with the bow but all the same she can use one in a pinch and pray that it hits.
Equipment:
Runesinger: The blade that she carries, a one handed sword, small and built for her as a woman.
Dagger: A small steel dagger in a belt holster on her back. She rarely uses it for combat the reason she carries it is so that she can use it when she is camping. For cutting limbs, skinning animals for food, or things like that. Used more for survival but in a pinch it could work in a fight. Has a small spell placed on the blade that when she takes from the natural world, cutting limbs to make fire or such, that the spell will speed up the regrowth process.
Birch Gift: A gift given to her from a fallen branch of a birch tree that she and her father carved during the nights into a beautiful bow. Has nothing special about it outside sentimental attachment.
Crest Armor: A bit of hardened black leather that she puts over all her clothing. On the front is the family crest of an eagle holding a maple leaf in it’s claw.
Mallet: The mallet she uses to form metal. Nothing too special about the mallet except it’s fire resistant and the grip is formed specially for her hand carved just for her.
Familiars:
Flake:
Flake is a little flying squirrel that is white in color hence the name. Named for the snows in the forests where Zasha is from. Flake has no special abilities but is extremely mischievous liking to take things that don’t belong to him and put them among Zasha’s things. Often Zasha is referred to as a thief because of some of the things that Flake has stolen, having an affinity for shiny and edible things. He is very good company when Zasha is hungry having a nose for berries and nuts.