Zalerya was born in Axios, in Velaris. She got her short height from her two parents, who were both 5”6, and she weighs 140lbs. Growing up, her family were extremely religious, worshipping Wyrvun, and was isolated from other races. She didn’t think she was part of the bloodline families, and sometimes she took this as a burden and used this to her defence. Zalerya is very reserved in her personality, not trusting many unless they are close to her, like many other elves around her. She is able to understand some Ancient language, yet is not confident in her ability. She gets her athletic yet slim build from her military training which she thrives in, and she takes her training extremely seriously, perhaps due to the fact she felt the need to defend herself. After some time, She came to the new city of Tahu'lareh in Arcas and met Varan Atmorice. There she found out she was part of the Atmorice Bloodline within Fenn, and now uses her military training for different reasons.
Character Name: Zalerya Atmorice
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 48
Physical Description: Zalerya is a 5"3 snow elf with long, platinum blonde hair which goes down to her chest and green eyes. She has a slim yet athletic build.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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