Summer was born with the death of summer and her mother. Of her infant and toddler years, she remembers nothing. Of her early childhood years she remembers little aside from looking more like the slaves than her father. In those years, Summers days were ordinarily care-free. It was a continuous jumble of hunting, flying, playing and eating within her colony until she grew to be a burden.
When Summer turned ten her father, Whistle, became a single parent. Together he and his daughter traveled out of Cyphrus. Each and every city rejected them, forcing them to survive outside their borders. They found a short-lived asylum in Sunberth. Their days would have carried on as before if not for the dangers of city life and the human rules that both couldn’t grasp. Subsequently, Summer was more or less detached when her father was stoned out of the sky.
In the birth of her teen years Summer was an orphan. She adapted to life as best she could. She garnered coins and favors by cooking meals that people dared themselves to eat. Learned to defend herself by running. Her days were filled with work and hiding. As she grew older acceptance withdrew instead of expanding. Summer could take no more. There were countless efforts, growing more perilous and radical each time, to make herself fit in. Ultimately, she fled.
At twenty she made her way to Syliras. A city that didn’t accept her but it didn’t evict her. Curiously it reminded her of Sunberth and she took her best shot at making a home for herself although it ended in failure. As with the previous city, it stifled her with it’s laws and stares. It took a little regularized encouragement from a knight sent Summer packing. At twenty-four she breached the shores of Alvadas.
Summer has found that the world has rejected her and she tries to reject it in turn, leaving her self-serving, bitter, skeptical, and alarmingly optimistically pessimistic. She is not a quiet person but a terse person, her bark worse than her bite (though she is unquestionably unforgiving) thanks to her own dislike of physical cruelty. Being that she is usually in such a mood there is little that makes Summer smile, apart from anything that has to do with cooking or food. The topic of cooking brings out a great passion in her. She is not one to talk about herself but if food comes into the conversation she can talk about foods she has made, failed at, eaten or heard of for hours. She longs to try anything and everything and does so fearlessly.
Perhaps that is in her nature or her upbringing but Summer is fearless in most things, pursuing things that catch her fancy with gusto. She is in the habit of picking up skills here and there but mastering none. She, from time to time, enjoys watching trades performed more than actually participating in them. This presumably stemmed from the fact that she was frequently not allowed to participate by the people of Sunberth.
As someone raised in Sunberth, Summer can be very possessive of things she deems ‘hers’. And after having lived so long in the city of lies, deceit and betrayal, (and a bit of mystery) she cannot abide disloyalty and tries not to lie (often) but is extremely evasive. Still, some things are hard to unlearn. Though a part of Summer still wishes to fit in as a ex-resident of Sunberth she craves freedom from the laws that would hinder her independence. But Summer doesn’t have to look for ways to break the laws to feel content, she outright ignores them instead of rebelling against them. She does as she pleases because it pleases her or rouses her curiosity.
And she is curious. To the point of unpredictability and unreliability. Summer will do things because she is curious as to how someone will react and she lost many jobs when her curiosity was sated. It is for this reason that she has never worshipped a God or Goddess. They hold no interest for her and she is sure they have no interest in her being that she is half-Zith. That being said, Summer has accepted that she can’t accept her Zith blood. It makes her self-conscious, embarrassed and, most of all, uncomfortable.
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