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General Information Full name: Ayana Kotchka Nickname: Aya Age: 22 Marital Status: - Relationships Parents: Mother and Father. Both alive. Sisters or brothers: 1 lost sister Grandparents: deceased Ayana looked over her shoulder, her kuksa nearly spilling. The tavern was loud that night. Music was beaming in her ears, making it hard to understand what Sashka was saying. Gazing at the ceiling, she could see Rapius, the Hierophant, swinging on the chandelier. Ayana smiled. It wasn´t always like this. She took a sip of her drink, a "special drink for the beautiful lady" as Hierko named it; then grimaced. Ayana used to be a reckless child. Always up for trouble; making her poor mom`s life a living hell, whilst her dad would spoil her. It wasn`t until the age of 13 that she learned of discipline, when her grandparents took it upon themselves. "You are now our ward." they said. They taught her how to hunt. Small animals, of course; "You are still a lady." They used to tell her the story of Arcas and the wars of the Holy Orenian Empire; and the war of The Two Emperors. It wasn`t until the night of winter that she got to experience real grief. They died peacefully, her grandparents. And yet, she felt as if it were her fault somehow. That day was not to be forgotten. How she cried. At 15 was when she returned to her parents. She stood there in shock, as they had presented her new sister, 2 of age. Two years later she had disappeared. No trace. No warning. Ayana didn`t cry that day. She learned how to control it. She became rather cold the upcoming years, when she had realised her friends were moving away. "I don`t wish to be stuck in this village for eternity." they said. "I heard the world is offering a better chance." At 17 she learned how to fend for herself. Those greasy bastards won`t touch her ever again. At 18 she had lost her parents, emotionally. They had sent her away. "We do not have enough rations for the three of us. Ayana, there is a better chance up there. Follow the path." At 20 she had met a group of people, whilst wandering the Elven Nations. They offered help, food. Which led her here. The tavern. She took another sip of drink. "Its been two years already, huh?" Sashka said. "Well, if you dont mind." the dark skinned lady reached to her pocket. "Happy birthday, Ayana." Ayana`s eyes widened. Such a beautiful piece. "Where did you get that? " she asked. "A friend." Sashka smirked. She reached behind Ayana`s neck, placing one of the most beautiful neckleces she had ever seen, around. "Thank you." she gently stroke the stone. "Your friend has good taste."

General Information Full name: Ayana Kotchka Nickname: Aya Age: 22 Marital Status: - Birthday: 10th of April Relationships Parents: Mother and Father. Both alive. Sisters or brothers: 1 lost sister Grandparents: deceased Ayana looked over her shoulder, her kuksa nearly spilling. The tavern was loud that night. Music was beaming in her ears, making it hard to understand what Sashka was saying. Gazing at the ceiling, she could see Rapius, the Hierophant, swinging on the chandelier. Ayana smiled. It wasn´t always like this. She took a sip of her drink, a "special drink for the beautiful lady" as Hierko named it; then grimaced. Ayana used to be a reckless child. Always up for trouble; making her poor mom`s life a living hell, whilst her dad would spoil her. It wasn`t until the age of 13 that she learned of discipline, when her grandparents took it upon themselves. "You are now our ward." they said. They taught her how to hunt. Small animals, of course; "You are still a lady." They used to tell her the story of Arcas and the wars of the Holy Orenian Empire. It wasn`t until the night of winter that she got to experience real grief. They died peacefully, her grandparents. And yet, she felt as if it were her fault somehow. That day was not to be forgotten. How she cried. At 15 was when she returned to her parents. She stood there in shock, as they had presented her new sister, 2 of age. Two years later she had disappeared. No trace. No warning. Ayana didn`t cry that day. She learned how to control it. She became rather cold the upcoming years, when she had realised her friends were moving away. "I don`t wish to be stuck in this village for eternity." they said. "I heard the world is offering a better chance." At 17 she learned how to fend for herself. Those greasy bastards won`t touch her ever again. At 18 she had lost her parents, emotionally. They had sent her away. "We do not have enough rations for the three of us. Ayana, there is a better chance up there. Follow the path." At 20 she had met a group of people, whilst wandering the Elven Nations. They offered help, food. Which led her here. The tavern. She took another sip of drink. "Its been two years already, huh?" Sashka said. "Well, if you dont mind." the dark skinned lady reached to her pocket. "Happy birthday, Ayana." Ayana`s eyes widened. Such a beautiful piece. "Where did you get that? " she asked. "A friend." Sashka smirked. She reached behind Ayana`s neck, placing one of the most beautiful neckleces she had ever seen, around. "Thank you." she gently stroke the stone. "Your friend has good taste."