Post by Cira on Apr 4, 2005 22:24:19 GMT -5
Full Name: Cira of the Doane
Position: Slave of Keaira Onyx, Member of the Phoenix Guild, Honorless Thief
Age: 17 years old
Birthplace: The Desert
Height: 5’6”<br>
Weight: 105 lbs
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black, straight, below her shoulders
Abilities: A thief with a knack for gold, a magician with far more innate ability than she understands, a desert warrior who would knife a fallen warrior in the back and never flinch
Distinguishing Marks: Her scalp, face, back and shoulders are all tattooed with tribal symbols. Her body is marked by innumerable scars caused by whips, knives and across her stomach, hot coals. She is lacking her right eye and her face has sunken in slightly from lack of a glass replacement.
Brief History: The path of Cira was riddled in blood, dishonor and deceit. She was born to the Doane people, a tribe of desert nomads whose only craft was their warfare. They were systematic, brutal killers who raised their infants to be warriors. Cira, the eldest daughter and third of eight children was no exception. Upon her birth, the shaman divined that she would walk the rough path but would be a loyal warrior; the symbols of such were tattooed along her scalp and forehead. By the time she could walk she was learning to defend herself with the dagger. By eight she had laughed in glee at the mutilation of her enemy. She reached adulthood, thirteen, not long after making her first kill to defend her father. He had been deeply shamed that he had needed the protection of a child and grew increasingly bitter towards the young, well meaning girl. When it came for the second divination on her thirteenth birthday, they showed that she would become a prodigy in magic, as well as the rest of her muddled future. There markings were evident on her back. Seizing the moment, her father banished her to the mountains to hone her magic skills, knowing his daughter would never return.
There, among hermits and wizards she slowly learned to control her innate abilities, hoping to one day become a powerful killer and win back the love of her father. Instead she found their plan was to use her as a surrogate mother to a demon. They would sacrifice the life of a young, unwanted, naive desert child for the pleasure of their own power. She fled the mountains for the strangeness of Ayenee where she used her underdeveloped powers to become a simple thief. Lacking street smarts though, one wrong move landed her in the hands of a slave trader and from there, the sadistic grip of Keaira Onyx. For years she has been tortured, kept in subhuman conditions and both body and mind were broken and molded to her likings. Still, unlike so many others, Cira did not die of infection or starvation; she lived like a rat, thriving until the most inhuman conditions, doing whatever it took to gain her mistress' trust and the privilege to be her thief, free to wander Ayenee to gain her mistress income.
She has yet to disappoint. Clever and wily, Cira quickly began to accrue profits, stealing from any tavern she came upon, refusing to allow herself to dream of greater luxury that a scrap of meat or a gulp of fresh water. This was until stumbling onto the Phoenix Guild. In Theoren she saw new possibilities for freedom and power. Upon the death of Theoren, she had been forced to look elsewhere, knowing that escape is necessary for survival.
Position: Slave of Keaira Onyx, Member of the Phoenix Guild, Honorless Thief
Age: 17 years old
Birthplace: The Desert
Height: 5’6”<br>
Weight: 105 lbs
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black, straight, below her shoulders
Abilities: A thief with a knack for gold, a magician with far more innate ability than she understands, a desert warrior who would knife a fallen warrior in the back and never flinch
Distinguishing Marks: Her scalp, face, back and shoulders are all tattooed with tribal symbols. Her body is marked by innumerable scars caused by whips, knives and across her stomach, hot coals. She is lacking her right eye and her face has sunken in slightly from lack of a glass replacement.
Brief History: The path of Cira was riddled in blood, dishonor and deceit. She was born to the Doane people, a tribe of desert nomads whose only craft was their warfare. They were systematic, brutal killers who raised their infants to be warriors. Cira, the eldest daughter and third of eight children was no exception. Upon her birth, the shaman divined that she would walk the rough path but would be a loyal warrior; the symbols of such were tattooed along her scalp and forehead. By the time she could walk she was learning to defend herself with the dagger. By eight she had laughed in glee at the mutilation of her enemy. She reached adulthood, thirteen, not long after making her first kill to defend her father. He had been deeply shamed that he had needed the protection of a child and grew increasingly bitter towards the young, well meaning girl. When it came for the second divination on her thirteenth birthday, they showed that she would become a prodigy in magic, as well as the rest of her muddled future. There markings were evident on her back. Seizing the moment, her father banished her to the mountains to hone her magic skills, knowing his daughter would never return.
There, among hermits and wizards she slowly learned to control her innate abilities, hoping to one day become a powerful killer and win back the love of her father. Instead she found their plan was to use her as a surrogate mother to a demon. They would sacrifice the life of a young, unwanted, naive desert child for the pleasure of their own power. She fled the mountains for the strangeness of Ayenee where she used her underdeveloped powers to become a simple thief. Lacking street smarts though, one wrong move landed her in the hands of a slave trader and from there, the sadistic grip of Keaira Onyx. For years she has been tortured, kept in subhuman conditions and both body and mind were broken and molded to her likings. Still, unlike so many others, Cira did not die of infection or starvation; she lived like a rat, thriving until the most inhuman conditions, doing whatever it took to gain her mistress' trust and the privilege to be her thief, free to wander Ayenee to gain her mistress income.
She has yet to disappoint. Clever and wily, Cira quickly began to accrue profits, stealing from any tavern she came upon, refusing to allow herself to dream of greater luxury that a scrap of meat or a gulp of fresh water. This was until stumbling onto the Phoenix Guild. In Theoren she saw new possibilities for freedom and power. Upon the death of Theoren, she had been forced to look elsewhere, knowing that escape is necessary for survival.