Born in the forest I was surrounded by nature and all the blessings that
Serin could offer. My parents raised me to be strong, brave and
independent. My father treated me as if I were boy constantly testing me to
be stronger. In his time, he was a great fighter, but I preferred a more
subtle approach. Lurking in the shadows wounding and weakening my
opponents. My mother taught me to train my mind and learn the importance of
patience and cunning. During one of my lessons we could feel the earth
tremble as hundreds of men came through our lands. They killed everyone in
sight and set fire to my beloved grove. My father told me to hide in the
forest, I ran and hide as I was told. The horse men came up to our home and
surrounded us. Cackling with glee they charged at my father who quickly
parried an attack and slew the first horsemen. The next two followed suit
dead to the ground. Poised and ready for the next attack I could see my
father growing tired, he did his best to defeat the horsemen, but in the end
my father fell with honor and courage to protect our family. They quickly
discovered where I was hiding and I was taken away and flung into a small
cell chained like a dog living in my own filth. As I grew older, I
remembered the patience my mother thought me and kept a solemn peace about
me. I trained my mind and body to prepare for any opportunity to escape.
On a cold windy night, my captor fell asleep at his post. I picked the lock
of the cell door and quietly escaped. I fled though their village to a near
by mountain. I scaled it to the peak and hid as best I could. After a few
days my lazy captors gave up and returned to their city. I began to make my
way back to rebuild the pieces of my life. I kept the ideals instilled
within me by my parents and hoped to find others along my journey to share
in my quest.
Description:
The diminutive woman before you has a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Just under three feet tall, she is rather slender compared to her kin. Her
pale skin has a ruddy cast that is complimented by her blonde hair. Oddly
enough at the roots, you see her true hair color giving an overall ombre
appeal. As the wind howls about her, you are lost in her hazel eyes and the
beating of your own heart begins to increase. Your adrenaline begins to
rush then a wave of calmness rushes over you. You try and break your gaze,
she puckers her lips up to you. You notice the emerald green lipstick with
tiny diamonds. Your eyes start to close, just as you begin to feel her
sweet breathe she begins to giggle and disappears out of sight.