Basic Information
Race: Drykas
Birthday & Age : 28, Winter 8th, 483
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Clan: Diamond Clan
Languages: Pavi (Fluent), Common (Conversational), Vani (Novice/Poor)
Physical Description
Sariana stands at an average height, with waist lengt h thick black hair that tends to have a slight wave when wet. Hidden under her tresses is a wrap twisted together with silver and gold thread. She has soft slightly olive skin and dark lashes, mostly accentuating her crisp skyblue eyes with minimal makeup. She has a slender frame with flat hard muscles formed from her work with the horses of her Clan and her time learning the art of dual wielding the rapiers she wears in a crossed halter over her shoulders. Her clothing is commonly a loose white tunic style dress with quarter length sleeves, resting casually just off her shoulders and flowing easily around her thighs, made out of a sheer material suitable for the heat encountered in the Sea of Grass. On her feet she wears knee-length black leather riding boots, and embellishing her waist a decorative belt woven of silvery thread, the ends sparkling with polished quartz.
Spanning the length of her back from her left shoulder down to her right hip is an intricate tattoo, her Windmark. It's appearance is reminiscent of an autumn tree being brown in the wind, its branches reaching to the left whilst the roots remain firm on her right hip.
Character Concept
Sariana is an easy going woman, layed back and ready to embrace life as it comes. She doesn't reserve judgement on others, letting people show their true worth either by the blade or by the edge of a good drink. Happy and carefree, she finds her passion in tending to her Strider, and the other horses of the Diamond Clan when she is at home.
But that being said, Sariana is no wilted flower. Skilled in dual swords and horsemanship, the brunette is a drykas warrior at heart. If the occasion should call for it, Sariana would be at the frontlines of any battle fighting for those she cares for and that which she holds dear.
Character History
Born in the ever moving city of Endrykas, in the shrilling gale of a winter blizzard, Sariana was birthed in the warmth of her family pavillion. A sister amongst four brothers, she was never treated any differently. As such, she was somewhat of a tomboy as a child - wrestling with the boys and scuffing her knees in the dirt. It wasn't a problem until she began to fill out. Then her playmates became a little less playful and a little more boastful. Not accustomed to their interest, Sariana spent more time on her own away from overly attentive teenage boys. She found herself drawn to the older men and women in the training tents, swords clashing and arrows flying. Sometimes she sat for hours to watch them train, running to bring water and bread to the warriors whilst they rested. In particular, an older man with hair long since whitened. She was fascinated by him, a figure to be respected with age and wisdom, but also an outsider. He was not Drykas, not by birth. Instead his shimmering green and hazel eyes betrayed him as a Vanthan. Old, years beyond her, and so far from home - Sariana found his nuances in fighting like some poetic story. Age didn't hinder the old vanthan, he danced with the twin swords like the wind through the grass. Slowly, she learned his name, Karithus. An old story teller whom had seen the whole world it seemed, and when he reached Endrykas he found a woman and fell in love. But she died, lost in the Sea of Grass to the vile glassbeaks, he unable to save her and brutally injured in the attack. Unable to travel and unwilling to leave the spirit of his wife, Karithus stayed in Endrykas. He learned from the warriors, and became adept at their fighting style - but his own vanthan upbringing gave him a fluid movement - dancing if one could call it that.
And so, forming a friendship with the old vanthan, Sariana found herself under his wing, training day on day with Karithus, sometimes swearing him into the tenth level of the underworld and aching head to toe, otherdays hugging the old man close and kissing his wrinkled cheek with delight. She blossomed from gangly teenager to woman, loving the old man as much as her own family. The brunette learned to 'dance' with the blades, mimicking his every step - he even taught her a little of his own language. When the time came for her bonding, it was Karithus that she was with when the stallion entered the campment they rested at during a hunting trip. And it was Karithus that laughed heartily at her as the strider bucked her off again and again, until finally when she no longer wanted to try, the cheeky horse followed her around like a lovestruck puppy. She named him Vrathetu, the vanthan telling her the name in his language was Golden Warrior. Eventually, as time does, the white haired Karithus could no longer hold a blade, and fell to the turning of the seasons. Nestled beside his sleeping furs, old frail hand held tightly in her own, Sariana listened as he spoke his last words.
He was tired, and he was happy. Whilst he and his wife hadn't had children, Sariana had given him everything he would have wanted in a daughter. But he was done, and it was his time. Even after all these years, his religious faith in his Goddess was feverant. He could not meet his wife again in the afterlife unless his spirit was released into Morwen's Lights. Pulling the young woman close to him, Karithus begged her to take his spirit home. And without hesitation she agreed. A final sigh of relief left the old man, and he did not draw another breath.
And so, with the funeral pyre burning out, Sariana gathered the old vanthan's ashes into a tightly sealed urn and packed her things. Saying her farewells, she journied forth...letting her fate take her where it would, knowing eventually Karithus would lead her to his home in the winter lands of Avanthal.
Training (Skills, Arcana, Gnosis, Lore)
| Skills | Source | Total | Ranking |
| Riding | 10 RB, 1xp | 11/100 | Novice |
| Leadership | 2xp | 2/100 | Novice |
| Horsemanship | 2xp | 2/100 | Novice |
| Singing | 1xp | 1/100 | Novice |
| Socialization | 1xp | 1/100 | Novice |
| Stealth | 1xp | 1/100 | Novice |
| Unarmed Combat | 1xp | 1/100 | Novice |
| Storytelling | 1xp | 1/100 | Novice |
| Hunting | 3xp | 3/100 | Novice |
| Cooking | 1xp | 1/100 | Novice |
| Storytelling | 2xp | 2/100 | Novice |
| Intimidation | 1xp | 1/100 | Novice |
| Rhetoric | 4xp | 4/100 | Novice |
| Seduction | 2xp | 2/100 | Novice |
| Observation | 1xp | 1/100 | Novice |
| Investigation | 1xp | 1/100 | Novice |
| Weapon: Rapier | 30 SP, 7xp | 37/100 | Competent |
| Weaponry: Dual Wield - Rapiers | 20 SP, 2xp | 22/100 | Novice |
| Total Skills Earned | 50 SP, 10 RB, 34xp | 94xp | Sariana |
Lore:
Dance of Blades
Drykas Culture
Geography of the Sea of Grass
Zeltiva: General Store
Shopping for Clothes
Hunting Bison
Konti Call
Konti are Peaceful
Konti only have Daughters
Kelvics are Unfulfilled without a master
Kelvic Bonding
Sylkra (travelling companion)
Nira'lia (travelling companion)
The Power of Three
Elem Bree (acquaintance)
The Nomad in the City
Guided by the Past
Elem's Gnosis Story
Pash’nar is an Eth
Being Betrayed By Those You Trust
Running Away From Your Problems Rather Than Facing Them
Awkward Explanations
Crying At Inappropriate Times
A Pillow Makes A Good Weapon
Telling People Exactly How You Feel
Having Abrupt Mood swings
Using Sex As A Distraction
Equipment and Possessions
A Backpack which contains:
1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
Food for a week
1 eating knife
Flint & Steel
Large Tent
Large Tarp
100ft of rope
Water Canteen
Lantern
2 torches
Bedroll
Blanket
Fishing pole and tackle
Yvas
Saddle bags
Strider - Vrathetu: Palomino stallion with dark dorsel stripe
Karithus' Ashes
Two basic curved rapiers (40gm)
Leather Corset
Peasant Skirt
Leather Greaves
Ledger
53 gold rimmed miza's
7 silver rimmed miza's
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