Post by Veronika Sunain on Sept 10, 2015 21:39:01 GMT -6
Name: Veronika SunainRace: Human
Alignment: Adopted
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 143 pounds
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Dark green
Age: 35
General description: Very did not remember who her real parents are. All she remembers is she is adopted. When she was a teenager, she lived in a small village in the woods, The Windstar’s were a prosperous and happy people but one night everything was about to changed. She remembers it was a wedding's party, people were drinking, laughing, dancing...and then like a thunder, hooded men with their huge black horses from a distant land began a havoc. All was destroyed, their houses, families. Her second family was dead and her friends were dead. A trail of despair and death was left behind as the hooded men left her village, who survived had nothing left, only injuries, and one of them was Very, a young and frightened girl. She was terrified, walking around, people screaming, running, crying. As the sun was rising she heard horses again, all she could think was running away and hide. She was hurt, her head was hurting badly and she was covered with her own blood, she could not remember if she had been attacked and injured, everything happened so fast. She remembered was opening her eyes and felt a strong smell of fire, burning flesh and blood. She thought it was probably fear's scent that had covered all her village. She cried but no one was able to help, she called out for her father, for her mother, but none was alive to help. She does not know what really happened to them and who those hooded men were. She blinked and she felt dizzy, she was about to pass out once again. The horses were coming fast and as the first ray of sun covered her skin, she tried to open her eyes but she was blinded by a strong light reflecting in an iron blade, with slitted eyes she tried to watch his face as a strong hand pulled her up and over the horse, moaning in pain because of the flounce all she was able to understand was a strong and husky voice, warning the others that he had found a girl, and she was alive, after that she passed out again. While travelling the dusty road...Veronika recovered her conscious from time to time, but she hadn’t the strength to stay awake. She had no idea how long they had travel, the last time she rememberd the caravan of raiders came upon a building, once again all was so blurry, she felt strong hands again lifting her and pulling her over his shoulder, as she was a bag, all her body was aching, it was possible that many bones of her body were broken, she was so sore, moaning in pain she passes out again...
Memories from her first day: Once again she had been adopted, she did not know that yet thou. Slowly the girl’s eyes open, she blinks as she moves her face to the right, someone was there, watching her, but the room was dark. A strong smell of herbs and medicine plants, bringing her memories from her mother. Maybe she has become a child again, and her mother was around taking care of her fever. She feels her body sore, her head aching as the husky voice brakes the silence, but there is no one but darkness and then a huge man appears from the corner, her body retracts as he gets closer and from this moment her life changes forever.
Tracius was his name, he was Half Elf, he was about 80 years old, well he said he was, but he looked like 40, she was 17 and she was in love with him, but by that time her feelings were a completely mess, she was not able to distinguish from gratitude feelings and love ones, of course Tracius was always very busy with his duties, the Clan was growing, there was another ones there but the only one she remembers is Savance, he was not a Sunain, Very wasn’t as well, she was far from being and Elf, or having magic powers, or fighting, but still Tracius the Leader of the Sunain’s Clan named her with their last name, and she was now Veronika Sunain, or just Very as they used to call her. Even their mark was crew around her navel by Tacius’s own hand, but she remembers that some had the red rose, it used to shine as it was full of blood, Savance’s was like that, but her rose was dark, so dark it was almost black, once Tracius tried to explain her it was because she had no magic blood pulsing in her veins, she pouted, well she pouts still, a lot, stubborn and obstinate, Very was treat as a child by them even when she completed her majority and many years after....A long time has passed and after being alone for a long time she started her way back to them, remembering that even Tracius, the leader and a member of the Sunain Clan of assassin mages, could be caught laughing when she was around....maybe she will find him, she will find Savance and life will be worth again...
