Alva Whiteshield

[Alva Whiteshield]

Alva Whiteshield Name: Alva Whiteshield Race: Human Age: 22 Birthday: Winter 11 489 AV Physical Description Alva's form is slim, yet strong. She stands at a 5'4 with honey blond hair and bluish grey eyes. For armor she wears a typical steel breastplate with the crest of the Windoak on the chest. She also wears steel wristbands and a skirt of pale blue leather that reaches her ankles. It has wide slits at the sides for easy movement. Character Concept Alva has given her life to Yahal and the sword as she tries to pick up the pieces of her broken family tradition. There are not many Whiteshields left and she sometimes fears that she too will face death at an early age. She is training to become a Knight of Syliras and is always looking to develop both courage and strength as she feels she is lacking in these qualities. She has a gentle way about her that might a bit strange for someone choosing to live by the sword, but in battle she turns fierce and she is also growing to become a stronger person under the guidance of the Knights. Character History Growing up Alva comes from a long line of Knights. Once enjoying a high status with the Knights of Syliras, her family slowly turned their back on the knights after suffering repeated loss of loved ones. Many even believed their family was cursed. Those choosing to live by the sword always seemed to die young, and with each generation more people gave into fear as they walked away from the family tradition. Eventually the honor of the Whiteshields was forgotten, and only the name stayed as a reminder of their glorious past. Alva sometimes wondered about the meaning behind the name. It was giving to one of her ancestor's for his outstanding courage, but any details beyond that had been erased by time. Alva's grandmother was the last one to be knighted, and she died young, leaving a husband a small child behind. In pain Alva's mother swore never to have any dealings with the Knights again, and it was in growing fear that she watched Alva fall in love with swords and tales of adventure. Though deciding to live a peaceful life, Alva's family would still be touched by death. She had a happy childhood until her mother and sister passed away from a mysterious illness. Her father followed a few years after from a broken heart. A young Alva had spent all her time looking after him and could barely bare the grief that struck her. She was taken in by her aunt, who hoped that getting away from her old home would bring some life back to the girl. Meeting Yahal Her aunt was an herbalist and Alva kept herself busy hanging up herbs to dry and crushing seeds with a mortar and pestle. She enjoyed the work and considered becoming a healer herself. What else was she to do with her life? She had nothing now besides her aunt and a few friends who were already on their way to getting married. The yearning to become a knight had left her heart. Many years of living in a cloud of worries and fear had left hear weakened. She felt like a ghost of her past self. She needed answers to all the suffering she had witnessed and she could think of no other place to find it than the Temple of All Gods. She began spending her evenings there and soon also the early mornings before attending to her daily duties. Most of the time she wasn't sure who she was praying to or if anyone was even listening, but it felt good to put words to the agony she held inside. After weeks of going to the temple she began having vivid dreams of a divine being speaking to her. It took some time before she realized that this man was Yahal, the god of faithfulness and purity, and that he was answering her prayers. His presence filled her with a strength and peace that she has longed for ever since. Alva soon become his devoted follower. She wanted more of what he had showed her. She was still weak, but now she had hope and a glimpse of a different kind of life. He showed himself to her again, this time with a sword and she knew that to follow him she had to pick it up. Choosing her Path One night Alva once again felt the presence of Yahal in a dream, but this time she had a choice to make. Before her was a straight and terrible path going up a mountain. It would be a treacherous climb with little cover from the wind or rain. Something glimmered like gold at the peak of the mountain. To her left she could see a winding path, one full of flowers and people she knew. They smiled at her and beckoned her to join them but something inside of her urged her not to. She stopped herself in her tracks and instead turned to face the steep path before her. Taking the first difficult step she realized she was walking along this narrow road alone. Yet the steady glow of Yahal next to her gave her strength to go on. My child. Your grief did not destroy you. You have the heart of a warrior. Looking down in surprise she saw a sword in her hand. She had found her path. Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak/coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Balanced Ratios (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel Heirloom: Her grandmother's long sword 100 Gold Mizas Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages Common Skills: Skill EXP Total Proficiency Longsword 30 30 Competent Shield 15 15 Novice Bow 10 10 Novice Riding 5 5 Novice Herbalism 5 5 Novice Practice Languages: Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: Kontinese Lores: Lore of Syliran Knights Lore of Religion: Yahal Thread List