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 Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:42 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:47 pm
Name: Cherhia [pronounced: Sha-rea]
Specie or race: Human
Social Class: Middle
Age: 35 [but she looks like she's in her 20's]
Alignment: Neutral
Powers: (If any)
Talents: Musician and singer
Specialization: Entertainer
Personality: Devoted, compassionate, courteous, flexible, mature, tolerant.
Bonded to: Freezia
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:49 pm
Appearance:
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 150
Age: 35 (but looks 25)
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Build: Well muscled and trimBackground:Rhia's father was a minstrel in the King's court, and it was from him she learned her trade. Her mother was skilled in magic, and until she died, she taught Rhia how to use music to shape her spells. After her mothers death, her father decided to leave the court, and they traveled extensively, so she is well known in the smaller villages, and towns of the kingdom. She was 23 when her father was killed in a landslide. All she was able to recover was his well-worn lute, and she has cherished it ever since. At the age of 29, she met her future husband Zander in a tavern near Sandarlake. After a year, he proposed, and she accepted. Within a year, their son Dorian was born. A perfect replica of his father, Zander temporarily gave up his traveling, and settled them down in a small cabin in the Fresya Woods. Life was good until the sickness came, and Dorian succumbed to it. It tooks weeks for Rhia to get over the loss, but she did. Mainly due to the loving care with which Zander showered down upon her, whether she wanted it or not. Eventually, they parted ways, to ply their respective trades, meeting at designated times and locations for brief encounters. During one of these separations, she happened upon a lone, wounded Azrein, and she coaxed it into allowing her to tend to its wounds. She stayed with the mare for five days, and when she prepared to leave, the mare followed her. It didn't take long for the two of them to bond, and Rhia learned the mares name, Freezia.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:51 pm
Clothing style: Rhia likes a variety of clothing styles, but when staying in one place for any time, she enjoys her long, billowing skirts of bright colors. Her top choice is usually a billowy blouse, which ties at the neck, and has short sleeves. Long sleeves tend to get in the way of her playing her instruments, so she only wears them when traveling. She also likes to wear bright pants that fit snugly when she is traveling, and these are tucked into her knee-high boots.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 1:59 pm
 Original Artwork by rhiakolareny.deviantart.com (my daughter)
Specie or race: Human
Social Class: Lower
Age: 45
Alignment: Neutral
Powers: n/a
Talents: Stealing things, killing people, singing
Specialization: Thief/Assassin Bard/Minstrel
Personality: Rebellious, has faith in himself, stubborn, vain, dependable, self-disciplined, work-oriented, cunning, sly.
Bonded to: Goral
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 2:06 pm
Appearance:
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 190
Age: 45 (but looks 50)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Grayish/White
Build: Well muscled and trim Background:
Zander grew up without the benefit of parents. He was orphaned at an early age, and left to fend for himself. By the time he was 10, he'd broken into as many homes, picked as many pockets, not always successfully, and gotten into more fights than a pair of stray cats. The thieves guild took him in at the age of 13, and from that day on, he followed their code. The night he took his first life, he realized there were more money earning opportunities out there for someone like himself. It wasn't long before he was ushered into the guild of assassins in the Capital. He traveled extensively through the kingdom, and eventually happened upon a tavern, where he hoped to relieve its patrons and owner of everything of value. What he had not expected was to encounter a woman who would throw his whole world upside down. He'd never given much thought to having a woman of his own, let alone one as beautiful as Rhia, but for a year, they traveled together. It helped that she was willing to overlook his temper and life style. In what he can only attribute to a lack of judgement on his part, he proposed marriage, and much to his surprise, she accepted. By this time, his name and face were well known around the better sections of the Capital, as well as the larger towns, and there was a sizable reward for his capture, so they had to find someone who didn't know him, to marry them. The cleric he found to wed them breathed his last that day. Zander would leave no trace of their marriage for someone to find. When their son Dorian was born, Zander's heart softened even further, and he decided to settle down with his new family. He built them a small cabin near a lake, and did what he could to provide for them. Life was good, and he was beginning to think he might just hang up his tools of the trade, when Dorian was taken by a strange sickness that swept through the local vacinity. He buried his son near the cabin, and spent the next few weeks tending to his distraught wife. He dared not leave her to herself, for fear she would take her own life, but eventually she came back to her senses, and life returned to a more normal course. It wasn't long though before they started grating on each others nerves, and the decision was made to separate for a time. They each went about plying their respective trades, and came together occasionally at predetermined times and places.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 2:11 pm
Clothing style: Zander had a fondness for dark colors for the most part, but he is especially attached to his deep red waistcoat. Its sleeves are large enough that he can hide knives up them, and still have mobility. His pants are skin tight, all the way down to his ankles, so that they fight snugly inside his thigh-high black boots. The boots have flaps at the top, which fold over, again allowing him ease of access to the daggers he keeps tucked away in them. He normally wears a black, silk shirt under his waistcoat, which has no buttons, but instead is simply pulled over his head. He doesn't like wearing hats, as they tend to get in his way when aiming or fighting. His waistcoat has numberous pockets both inside and out, and each has its own weapon tucked away in it.
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