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Zimraphell

Zimraphell Dyrgru

Name Zimraphell
Status
Active
Occupation
None
Age
Late teens.
Race
Man
Residence
Anywhere in Bree-Land, or the North Downs, though her house in in Bree.
Kinship
The Ethereal Scythe
Outward Appearance

 

 

Zimraphell

 

​     The girl's face is pleasant enough, though it often would carry a frown, or a furrowed brow, which can ruin an image. Her skin is lightly colored, but in her time out of the mountains it has gotten a little darker than the former milky shade. The pale outline of her face would be surrounded by the thick blackness of her hair, unruly and unkempt, which was held from her face by a braid that circled her head like a crown. Unless, of course, she was wearing an actual crown. In places like Bree she tended to be at least civil to people, but outside of the hedge she was quite different. Her mood would be touchy, at best, and she could often be described as savage. 

 

     She often wore a good deal of makeup as well. Nothing too overly excessive, but just shadows around the eye, and black paints on her face, things that just generally darken her appearance. Her nails usually would be painted in black as well.

 

     It wouldn't be hard to tell just from the girl's clothing that she was at least wealthy, if not completely rich. While none of it was the showy or extravagant robes that many of the town's better off citizens wore, everything was tailored to perfection, and to fit her seamlessly. Unless she was outside the towns, of course. Then she would usually be found in rugged gear, and usually a hood, and she likely would smell as if she had been out there for some time. On her finger, she almost always wore a small, dark ring. It would bear the image of a black skull, framed by a snake.

 

 

 

     As for her weapons and armor, there wouldn't be too much of it. The only real weapon of battle she had would be a large double headed axe, though she usually didn't like to use it. Rather, she preferred the knives she had on her belt. Long blades, but thin, maybe twelve inches in length. She usually wears a pair of bracers as well. When ready for combat, it would be a spiked steel bracer that surrounded most of her arm past the elbow. When she wasn't planning to fight, she would wear a set of fingerless gloves that came near to reaching her elbow and had a metal plate on the outside of the arm in the shape of the bones beneath it. 

 

     Zimraphell's voice is deep, for a woman, but not enough to sound masculine. Rather, it just gives her an air of constant stoicism. In general, it would be fitting for her attitude as well. Her vocals are also surprisingly powerful, when she chooses to use them to their fullest.

 

     The woman also had a tattoo on the back of her right shoulder, done in black ink and emphasized with scars. It bore the image of a cloaked reaper, gagged and hooded. This is the symbol that she uses the most for herself, and any who she would mark with the same image would be close enough that she would consider them a part of her house. This sign is also her banner, usually done on a black background with the reaper in a dark red.

 

 

 

Background

((To be added soon.))

Friends
None
Relatives
Sister: Reaghan
Rivals/Enemies
Karstiona, Reaghan, Cirban
Loves
Zimraphell thrives on combat, especially the end. She loves the thrill of a fight, and she loves the brutality of it. The same root is what makes her love the savagery of orcs and other beasts, or any wild men.
Hates
Because of her origins and the way she was raised, Zimraphell has a deeply set hatred for Dunedain and Gondorians. She makes it her personal goal to ruin the lives of any she can.
Motivation
Quotes

Zimraphell's Adventures

Reaper's Tale: Chapter 1: Overview 10 years 10 months ago
Zimraphell's Adventures

Zimraphell's Gallery

Zimraphell's Gallery