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Zoeya

Zoeya (Little One)
| Name | Zoeya |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | She has taken up to fighting |
| Age | Middle Agedish |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Dunland |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance |
((I drew this one, it's a more accurate portrayal of Zoeya)) Zoeya (Little One, Soft One, Obnoxious One) holds a small figure; shaped with soft curves and cloaked in dark furs. What appears to have once been a breathtakingly exquisite young girl, now walks with a weakened manner with clear signs of lack of self-confidence when unmasked. Not many get the chance to see the tanned, burned skin that masks Zoeya’s face, for she rarely reveals her own face. Yet under the old, blackened mask, the deformed beauty remains. Despite the scar, which cause her skin to sag and her eye to cloud, remaining blind. Floating from the scalp of her head, wavy dark red hair flows over her shoulders. Soft to the touch, yet deemed unmanaged; her hair would stretch down her back. Her eye sparkles with a gentle hostility, if looked closely one could also note fear. The depths of her single seeing eye remains blue, bright and strong in color. Her lips would be a muted red color, typically drawn tight and not smiling.
Along the curved lines of her body, scars strike through the soft, tanned skin. Cuts, burns, bruises, and even letters follow from her feet to her face. In the midst of the swirling scars from flames and cuts, a spiral circle twists around her bellybutton. Rays shoot out across the skin of her stomach, moving away from the center swirl. Reaching up her left thigh opposite to her burned leg, swirling flame designs mark her skin. Yet the designs, like her face, remained mask in darkened clothing. |
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Background

Zoeya as a little girl (my artwork)
Childhood:
Zoeya was born in Dunland in the Turch-Lûth. When Zoeya was five, a gang of men kidnapped her and her sister. For almost a year, Zoeya and her sister were forced to live in terrible conditions. Zoeya met most of the torture, half her entire body including her face being burned in the time. Zoeya and her older sister finally escaped, although Zoeya’s sister never told her how. Zoeya rarely talks of all the details of what happened to her and her sister. They spent almost a year imprisoned, but she will only talk about being burned. Zoeya and her sister found that their entire clan was either dead or enslaved by the Uch-Lûth, leaving the two young girls orphaned. For fears of enslavement themselves, Zoeya’s sister found a band of Dunland outcasts who she joined and left with.
Now that’s the true story. The story Zoeya has told others is much different. When asked, Zoeya gives the story of living with her mother, father, and sister until she was five. Then she and her sister were kidnapped due to an unpaid debt. To free the two, her parents struck a deal, and the two were taken, leaving Zoeya and her sister orphaned. Although many do not know the second story is a lie, Zoeya tells it so that she does not have to explain the death of her clan and it fills in many gaps of which she did not know the answer to. Also note, Zoeya's real name is not in fact Zoeya. Her real name is Coedwig, or forest. However, when she was orphaned, Zoeya changed her name for unknown reasons and her sister merely adapted to calling her Zoeya
For more on Zoeya's Childhood, see Growing up.
Early RP:
Zoeya was fifteen when she finally came to Bree, living in camps outside of the town. Her life in that time became brighter and happier, well at least for her. The girl was very timid at this time despite the fact that she was guarded and safe. She grew a love for water, finding it fascinating to watch and play with and also found she was a quick learner. She picked up the common tongue faster than her peers as well as a little bit of Sindarin and her mothertongue, Dunael. In her time with her little 'tribe', Zoeya heard many stories of her homelands and stories of how the Forgil (Rohirrims) were terrible.
However, all the people she considered her brothers and sisters began to slowly fade away, leaving Zoeya alone with no one. Zoeya stayed in her camp that they all settled in for a couple ore years. In attempts to protect herself, Zoeya hid away from all civilization and made her own camp in Far Chetwood on an island in the middle of a lake. For years as she struggled to regain both mental and physical strength, which she did have much to begin with. Zoeya developed a strong hatred of her own appearance, of her body, and of her personality.
After a long time, Zoeya began to break from her own timid little shell. The young woman always hidden began to blossom once more as she had began to when she was five, gaining her own strength. Although her self hatred lingered, and probably will never be broken, she still grew the confidence to enter Bree after around fifteen years of hiding. Zoeya took up a sword, learning how to fight and defend herself. With that, she was led into a new phase of her life. She was no longer a timid little girl relying on others to protect her. She joined a group called the Fateless Wanderers for a short time where she made a few friends, but eventually left to return to her home in Far Chetwood.
For more on her early RP days, see A Moment of Escape
For more on her current life, see Mr. Journal (Zoeya's Diary)
Modern Day:
Now days Zoey has left her home in Far Chetwod and Breelands all together. In hopes of finding more of who she is, she traveled southwards to Dunland. She had no clue what she was getting herself into. She didn't plan the trip very well nor did she really know what to expect to find. However, Zoey got lucky when she reached Dunland. She was captured by some Dunlander warriors and taken to their Chief, afraid of what she might find. But instead of meeting torture and pain, she instead found a friend she had met in the past which became the start of her journey from a lonely girl trapped in the forests outside Bree to a true Dunlander in hopes to find what her heritage truly is.

((OOC note: This char has been remade from before... She's much different))
((My alts are Nimeway, Cisel, and Annsuel.))
Note: This toon cannot be found in Bree. If interested in engaging rp with her, send me a message and I will be more than happy to see what I can do for you.
| Friends | She use to have a friend in Bree referred to as Forgoil, now her friends are mostly in her tribe including Pren |
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| Relatives | All have disappeared from her life with no knowledge of to where or have been killed off by other tribes. |
| Rivals/Enemies | None to be honest |
| Loves | Cuddling, climbing, causing mischief, and warmth |
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| Hates | Being pittied, chased, and being stared at |
| Motivation | She doesn't know anymore |
| Quotes | "Whatever the others say, I did not do it. It was that dog's fault, I swear." |


