❂ Zarshana

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Name: Zarshana
Stage: Prentice
Race: Fire
Gender: Female
3 Base Traits: Tireless, Insatiable, Fearless

Personality: Zarshana is something of a natural storm. Even as a young child she was especially energetic, but as she grew it never aged out of her, only evolved. She wakes ready for the day the moment her eyes are open and generally does not stop moving or doing until she returns to bed unless sick or otherwise restrained. She rarely falls ill, and chafes against restraint with as much energy as she puts into everything else. On top of this, she is one of those persons who simply seems to need less sleep, ranging from four to six hours max under most circumstances, and feeling refreshed and just as rearing to go afterwards as anyone who’d gotten twice that. Though her endurance is impressive, however, it can be exhausting on those around her, and because she doesn’t feel the need or have the patience for sitting around, she has limited patience for anyone else who does.

In keeping with her tireless body is an insatiable, almost greedy spirit. She wants more of everything, hungry always for new and different: new people, new activities, more information, more excitement, new places and more to do. On the one hand, this makes her come across initially as eager, curious, and open, ready to try and do and engage. On the other, however, she can have trouble committing to anything, becoming bored or restless with anything that doesn’t truly stick with her. When she does take to a task, however, she pours herself into it as with everything else.

In line with the rest of her personality, Zarsha fears nothing—or close to it: not failure, not defeat, not change, and certainly not danger. So far as she sees it, all of these things are inevitable in portion and fear is only a crippling emotion that places limits on a person based on imagined occurrences which haven’t happened yet. In retrospect she may certainly decide that she made mistakes, acted too quickly, was too reckless, spoke poorly, or got herself damaged or in trouble needlessly, but the only thing to do from there is to push forward and attempt to learn from her mistakes lest she repeat them. Fear, in and of itself, is useless.

Beyond this base, Zarshana is intelligent but not brilliant, stubborn but not immovable, temperamental but forgiving, and prone to living ever in the moment. She is not certain what she wants in life, but is not concerned with hammering out the details, and the worst fate imaginable to her would be to live a life without interest or passion. Even catastrophe and early death would be preferable to living older than her grandparents without ever going anywhere.

Description: Dark brown skin, dark orange crystals, paler tangerine red hair and eyes.

Clothing: Practical 'street fighter' casual - 1, 2, 3, 4 - but a tad simpler than most of these for prentice stage - just something with that general feel.

Accessories: CC.

History: Zarshana and her twin sister, Zashalah, were born to a healer and a carpenter on the outskirts of Jatine, near the sea. Her parents were a loving, protective pair, who left many of the details of their pasts unspoken to their young daughters, but the story is this:

Lithiah Bhavari was the seventh born child and fourth daughter of Ahtti’sa and Nevhan Bhavari, a family of high repute in the Oban capital, Sulburi. Thus she came from distinguished rank, but was far down on the list of those they had to see suitably wedded, and a sickly and bookish child at that. It was easier to pamper her than to be overly concerned about marrying her quickly. She was her mother’s last daughter, and a treasure to cling to. Unfortunately, as much attention as she received and as much as she loved her parents and even stayed long within the high walls of their protected estate, as she came of teenage years, she was permitted away for schooling and in her times out of class, she came across a dashing young man.

Kasseth Fedel was a storm to behold. A young man with seemingly boundless desire for companionship and adventure coupled with a subtler anger and indignation with the world. He loved people and camaraderie, but had been raised among whispers that he bore hybrid blood. He appeared oban—red hair and dark skin, if paler than many, red eyes and orange crystals—but his father had appeared to ‘close’ to a leafling woman and then disappeared from his hometown for many years before returning with his child. At that time, despite being an accomplished carpenter and blacksmith himself, Kasseth’s father had struggled to find acceptance among the community, and Kasseth had grown with that resentment towards those who eyed them always with suspicion.

Lithiah, though, saw nothing but Kasseth’s bright eyes, courage, and ambition. Though he bucked against his father’s more traditional crafts and started his career as a pit fighter for pay in Oban fighting rings to supplement the costs of his schooling, Lithiah had already had her eyes set and didn’t begrudge him his choices. They had a young, whirlwind affair in the midst of Lithiah’s mother arranging to marry her off to a proper Oban statesman, Virehn, at the conclusion of which, when all came to light, Lithiah’s family disowned her for her insistence to remain with her ‘vagabond cage fighter’ instead of the groom chosen for her.

By then, however, Lithiah had completed her schooling as a healer, had active experience in the field, and — though agrieved by her family’s choices — was of no mind to leave her lover for the sake of her family name. On his promise that he would cease fighting if they were to be with child, Lithiah wedded Kasseth, he stopped his fighting practice and aided his aging father in maintaining their blacksmithing and carpentry shop, and began to build them a home. Not a full year later, with her own healing services established in a small building in Jatine’s center, Lithiah was pregnant with child.

Zarshana and her twin were raised happy on the shoreline, private but near always to town for greater necessities. Each of them were introduced as they began to grow to both their father’s swordsmanship and crafting, and their mother’s healing art, and religion.

Zarshana, raised along the coast of Oba, received more formal education from her mother than she did when she and her sister were put to public school, but she never had the patience her sister did for such methods of learning regardless. She preferred to run the dunes, climb rocks, scream from the highest heights she could climb to, and then dash to see if she might find caves along the shoreline. She could feel her mother’s penchant for magic in her as she grew, but when the time to choose her path comes, she will find the most resonance with blades in her hand.

Zarshana will steer away from the path of continuity and simple comfort — the ‘stability’ that either her father’s carpentry or her mother’s medical practice could bring her — early. She has a soul which yearns for a certain degree of anarchy and discontinuity, and enough natural rebellion against the world that the prospect of testing her body and gambling her fate as her father (unbeknownst to her) once did is far more of a thrill than anything a good girl’s life could bring her.  

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