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Ziazan Abydon
Topic Started: Feb 23 2008, 12:01 AM (145 Views)
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Warrior of the Wolves
The Silent Mocking; Ziazan Abydon (Otherwise referred to as: Zanny)
The Framed Path; Female
The Steps Missed; Eighteen

The Scars on the Body; Cursed with treasure seeking eyes, Ziazan possesses one of the most piercing pair of green eyes seen around Rock Point, but they are beautiful and sometimes considered a mark of some demon by the poor girl. Her hair is a grayish brown, straight and to her shoulder blades if not tied up with a ribbon or string of some sort.

She possesses the normal brown ox-skin pants and a worn shirt made from an old potato sack, but they are as comfy as it is going to get for her. Ziazan is used to having no kind of jewels for her father, her only living relative, is a blacksmith, making all sorts of sharp, pointy objects instead of the kind she could wear.

Ziazan normally wears a brown, calm colored cloak when cold and whenever doing her deeds that require her head covered. There are a few cuts on her hand from mishandling kitchenware and needles, but she has gotten along as well as she could without her mother or another to teach her. There is not much more to this girl other than her bonenskin physique in short: she is pretty fast, but weak in physical strength.

For weapons, or any worldly possessions, Ziazan has a small knife her father forged for her protection, but beyond that, they had to sell any gold or silvers her mother or family owned to sustain a bare minimum life. Ziazan still likes the shinys though, and sometimes uses her given blade for the wrong.

Sometimes, to be helpful, Ziazan attempts to hunt animals, leaving her with more bruises and blood-crusted wounds than could be imagined. When she does bring the furs in, however, she is rewarded with a few shiny coins and a happy, prideful father. Sometimes she keeps the animals tail for various decorative reasons.

The Scars in the Mind; Ziazan is just a cabinet full of facades, well mostly falling under three categories. Of which are labeled: The Daughter, The Teen, and The Hunter. The first and foremost is mostly used in the presence of her father, being an obedient girl and listening to him for the better part, leaving the ever work-burdened father to think he has done a good job raising his daughter.

Keeping her fathers worried mind at bay, Ziazan is able to have a more normal social life than some have thought possible. She goes out and buys the bread, but when with her friends, she lightens up and strikes up a conversation, acting a little more ill-mannered than usual and getting sly. Ziazan is an interesting girl, completely throwing off all potential suitors by putting them in confusing circles of never-ending questioning.

Ziazan pretty much plays hard-to-get, but when she falls for someone, she can become obsessive and act very strangely; but the thing with Ziazan is, there is only FREE LOVE! The free, awesome love that makes the world go round. But all of this somehow cycles into her Hunter mode, where she is probably as creepy as a flower growing in complete darkness.

This is when Ziazan grows enough courage to tackle an animal or steal something she cannot have. Her eyes seek the prize, but her mind prepares the body for any action. There have been rumors, but Ziazan keeps tight lips if there has ever been a body found in the forest with clean cuts, she is the root, but by playing up her other two faces, the rumors are quickly found and shot to death

Mmm delicious death.

The Scars of the Past; Born in Rock Point, Ziazan has not known any other landscape, but why would she? She is an adventurous girl who enjoys the natural beauty of the forests near and the townspeople who bustle around the dusty streets, lining the cart-filled squares with their pleasant chatter. Ziazan has been without a mother for over sixteen years of her life, her mother having died of Tuberculosis.

Luckily, no one else appeared to suffer from the alleged disease. Times appeared slow to Ziazans father, and life passed and as Ziazan grew up, she learned how to take care of herself and slowly develop into what she became to be. As a young girl, Ziazan was taught by her father the basics of kitchen use and laundry work, and so the daughter helped around the house while her father worked in the Smithery most of the day.

Ziazan was given basic knowledge and learned whatever else she fancied. Her father even taught her basic use of her knife to defend herself, since she was rather small. He worried, but life went on. Ziazan began to develop her three identities over time, first as the daughter of the blacksmith, then as an educated member of the village-like group. Ziazan grew up to find that furs, especially in the winter, sold for high prices.

In the forest she had often admired the hunting traps the hunters used and saw how they maimed the poor animals that happen to blunder into their massive steel jaws. The blood and squirming of the animal hypnotized Ziazan, but she knew better than to share with her father her fascination for the suffering animals, instead she simply killed the animal to end their suffering and brought it back to the smithery.

At first, her father felt a little disgust, but grew to understand that this was how Ziazan helped. It brought some money with time, as the little girl learned how to collect traps and kill the trappers poor prey. It did take away a little business from the trappers, but they would cope with their machines losses as animals taking them.

With time, Ziazans ability to find animals, not just injured ones, grew, and with that, she began to attempt tackling animals who were not even sick. She paid dearly with scars on her flesh, but she coped. Ziazan became a natural hunter, only with her knife. She kept her day clothes, the ones she wore when at home, in the trunk of a tree while she wore special clothes she bought to hunt in.

Ziazan also resorted to stealing, her first few attempts met with angered shouts, but as she grew better, the lectures and red faces ceased. Ziazan was bettering at the wrong, but she did not care, so long as she could help her father. In present day, she is still the same, still as twisted, if not more so, and perhaps being more corrupted.

Ziazan, taking a gamble in life.
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