Post by ~Ninthroe~ on Jul 7, 2013 14:22:18 GMT -5
Name: Zoey (Zoe) Niell
Age: 19
Race: Weretiger
Allegiance: Broddring
Physical Description: The first thing people will see about Zoey is her hair. It was grown naturally as a bright red, and while her family treasured that, the supersticious villagers saw it as a curse and she has often been labelled for that by humans. She's rather short, only 5'7". She stole from a blacksmith in city a black leather suit with a hood to hide her hair from others for fear of being noticed because of it. She always has a black bow somewhere nearby and blackwood arrows to match, with red fletchings.
Her tiger form is nothing special, though the irony of it is that it is massive compared to what you'd expect of such a small girl. Not exactly a Dire Tiger, but enough to break what your expectations of her would be.
Personality: Zoey is quite often considered a paradox. She's a weretiger, but she prefers dogs to cats. She's also a thief and could also be considered merciless in a sense, but when it comes to boys she gets flustered and doesn't know how to handle it. And that goes for people in general. Except for her family and her dog, she has mostly been to herself in the more recent years. She can adapt and act comfortable in a situation if she needs to, but inside her nerves would be crawling.
History: Zoey is the youngest of three, her two older siblings being brothers. On their home island, her parents were very wealthy and prestigious. Though she was too young to remember, she lived in a lavish paradise. But not everyone agreed that it should be this way for them. Rebellion took place, and her parents took them and fled towards Alagaesia. But the crew members of the fleeing ship were part of the rebellion, and out at sea the deckhands murdered her parents in their sleep. Her brothers, trained in combat and especially the second to oldest who was trained as an assassin and knew the arts of stealth, awoke and fought. The rest of the ship awoke and a war broke out on the ship as people chose their loyalties. She hid inside of a barrel of water, barely being able to breath through a cork in the top. Her brothers found her and took her with them, diving off of heir boat as it crashed into rocks on the mainland.
She awoke alone on a piece of driftwood that had wandered onto a beach, in her tattered pink dress and night slippers. She ran off imto the woods as villagers came to imvestigate, and an elderly couple spotted her crouching behind a skinny palm tree in an attempt to hide. They took her in and fed her, raised her as their own. But the other villagers shunned her for her unique red hair, marking it as a curse on her and wanting to avoid it. So she never interacted with anyone really, and she was almost mute except for the necessary one or two words at a time. She only watched, cuddling her brown teddy that she still had from the ship. She hid the fact that she was a were-tiger from the villagers, as something inside told her that it would only bring more trouble for her. She always knew what she could do and she knew how to do it, she just chose never to do it. But some nights she'd sneak out of the hut and shift in the woods, maybe even risk running along the beach just to feel the bit of freedom that she knew deep down she was missing. The elderly couple eventually died when she was 16, and knowing no one else was going to take her and would probably even name her the reason for their deaths, she fled. She knew how to fish, and she taught herself archery so that she could finally get food to feed herself instead of stealing salmon off of fisher's strings, though she still resorts to that occasionally.
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