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Zahrah
Zahrah
| Name | Zahrah |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Vigilante, Assassin. |
| Age | Early Twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Traveler |
| Kinship | Looking |
| Outward Appearance | Personality & Traits: Zahrah is on no side, she simply does what she thinks is serving justice or gaining some easy cash, which can be very questioning sometimes. Whenever she feels mischievous, she tends to get into some sort of impulse trouble. She is a very strong and capable woman, and can be seen as harsh, cold, and aggressive. Her confidence is beaming, and her fearlessness radiant! Zahrah is very amused by sarcasm, and is very strong for her tiny build when it comes to fights. She can be hard to read, and is careful who she opens up too. There is only one person she ever trusted thoroughly, and that was Dezra. Appearance: Her mid-length dirty blonde hair is usually quite straight, but when it rains it turns into waves. She has bright blue eyes, that will watch your every move. Her slim, curvaceous body usually attracts men, and her head is held high with caution. She looks to be in her early 20's. Most of the time while in town she will wear a comfortable, crimson and white outfit, it is both good at fighting in, and lounging around drinking ale. Her crimson hood rarely comes off. |
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Background
Short Bio:
Zahrah was taken as a young girl, by a group of ruthless assassins. She was forced to leave behind her little sister, and her loving mother. She was trained to be one of their very best. Every morning they would wake her up, with dunking her head in water, she would be fed little, and learned how to ration. In the afternoon they would have her fight and learn technique with almost every man in camp, and she mastered using daggers, and poison. She was barely able to get any sleep, and she was constantly beat up, to make her 'stronger'. At the age of around 15, Zahrah was well, and able to fend for herself. When everyone was asleep one night, she prowled around, and quietly killed them all, except for the leader. When she got to him, she sliced his hands off and tied him to a pole, leaving him to die, or live a miserable life. She then stole her horse she was trained to ride on, and she galloped away as fast as she could.
After a month of being on the run, she found a small cabin. The cabin belonged to an older couple, that wanted to live the rest of their days by the water, and in peace. They took her in, when they found her grooming her horse by a lake near by. Zahrah looked very scruffy, and almost malnourished. She spent a wonderful, and joyful 4 years with them, for they distracted her from her horrible past, and made her feel right at home. Those 4 years ended badly, for one night Zahrah went out to hunt some boar, and came back only to find her foster parents dead. She hunted down the people, and tortured them for a whole week. The rage within her swelled bigger, and she took off again, to kill off any brigand she could find.
To this very day, she is a vigilante within Bree, and still uses her old ways, but only on the people she thinks deserves it. She is always happy to take a job for anyone who knows about her, and she usually has a fun time doing it. Her spare time includes, exploring, and collecting resources for town, she also loves going down and giving bread to the poor in Beggars Alley. Her closest, and most precious person to her was Dezra, and ever since her 'death', she has gone a little off the rails.
| Friends | Dezra, Tevrok, Cirdu, Kayara. |
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| Relatives | None |
| Rivals/Enemies | Enemies: Garton, Redwick. |
| Loves | A good fight, Ale, Looking for resources, Finishing jobs quick and smoothly, being amused, and sharpening her weapons. |
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| Hates | Arrogance, Being jailed, Being knocked out, and when things don't go as planned. |
| Motivation | She will risk her life for her closest friend, and continue to fight for what she thinks is right. |
| Quotes | "I was never good at being told what to do." |
