Post by Akeira on Mar 12, 2012 8:59:16 GMT -5
My name is Akeira's I am slightly taller than most women standing at 5’6 and 115 lbs. I’m slender in build with well-toned mussels but a bit lacking in feminine curves. I have raven black hair that would fall's to my shoulder blades, every so often a few locks fall softly around my face. I carry a broad sword and a dagger on my hip, a bow on my back. Strapped to my ankles you would find well-crafted throwing knifes. I’m quiet mostly keeping to myself. If I do find myself among a group of people I enjoy quietly listening and studying them.
I never knew my mother, she died giving birth to me and being my Fathers only child … well I was raised as the son he never had. From the time I could lift a sword without dropping it on my foot and taking it off, my father Woi started training me in the ways of battle.
At first I believe he only meant to teach me enough that if the need ever came I could defend myself… but being the hard headed strong willed daughter that he raised me to be, well I wanted more. And daddy was never one to tell me I couldn’t do something if I wanted it enough. Besides learning to fight, one of my fondest memories of my father is sitting by a lake or stream fishing, lying on a bank listening to the water and watching the clouds go by. Dad and I were more like best friends then father daughter we used to laugh and tease and just enjoy life.
When I was 14 my father and I took off into the wilds when we were set upon by a band of Slaver's. We tried to fight them off but i hesitated as i watched my father struck down. that brief moment i lost what ever upper hand i had and the slavers taking me captive they took me back to their camp tied me to a tree. Later that night when the leader of the band returned to camp, he untied me lead me away from the others to to a secluded area but the fools didnt check to see if I had a knife strapped to my ankle. I was nothing but a young girl to them so while he had me down on the ground wrestling with my robe as well as his britches, I reached for my knife and slit his throat crying out as a shadow came from the trees but the man was their to kill the band that captured me and he helped me make my escape After killing the others.
Silently we crept into the shadows and the moonless night making our way First to where my father fell, but when we got their we found nothing, no sign of him. so we made our way farther and farther to the safety of my fathers home And the man returned to the pony letting me know where he would be if i found I had need. After just a few days I couldn’t bear the endless quiet and the memories of my father since he never returned home i assumed he was killed and the body hidden away from any travelers. So I packed a few things and left our house to seek out the man who called himself Panfir, He took me under his wing teaching me more about fighting and how to steal... Although i was never able to really pick up his stealth and knack for it. After traveling with him for several years rarely returning to my breeland home or any town for that matter.
On my travels I met a man named Faral, and he told me about a band of folks banning together as a Alliance, he talked of their values, what they stand for as well as his vision of the future So with that i decided to join them. Much to my Foster fathers complaint. But it was time I found my Owen way in the world.
Besides Panfir found him self a new wife... Khawala is her name, she's nice enough I guess but the last thing I need is someone now trying to be my mother, So for several years I have traveled with this Alliance doing what I can for them, many of them becoming my closest friends.
I still spend time with my Foster father as our paths cross, He now has two children of his owen, twin's Serayia and Garridon. whom have grown enough and followed my Steps joining the Alliance as well.
I had found my Father alive and well with in the Alliance and although i found my self angry over the fact and the time we had lost together i tried to reform some sort of relationship with him, but after several months found that he just could not except the fact i had chosen to walk the path of man, nor was i willing to just walk away from the love i had found and settle down with a nice elf. So once again i have found my self abandoned by my father and if that wasn't hard enough the man who raised me has his owen decided to leave. where he has gone I do not know, nor it seems do the twins.
I talked with Khawala, she says she has seen Panfir and says Although he has decided to go his Owen way he will always come back from time to time to assure himself we all are well... What that means exactly I couldn't began to guess.
[More to follow as life events unfold]
I never knew my mother, she died giving birth to me and being my Fathers only child … well I was raised as the son he never had. From the time I could lift a sword without dropping it on my foot and taking it off, my father Woi started training me in the ways of battle.
At first I believe he only meant to teach me enough that if the need ever came I could defend myself… but being the hard headed strong willed daughter that he raised me to be, well I wanted more. And daddy was never one to tell me I couldn’t do something if I wanted it enough. Besides learning to fight, one of my fondest memories of my father is sitting by a lake or stream fishing, lying on a bank listening to the water and watching the clouds go by. Dad and I were more like best friends then father daughter we used to laugh and tease and just enjoy life.
When I was 14 my father and I took off into the wilds when we were set upon by a band of Slaver's. We tried to fight them off but i hesitated as i watched my father struck down. that brief moment i lost what ever upper hand i had and the slavers taking me captive they took me back to their camp tied me to a tree. Later that night when the leader of the band returned to camp, he untied me lead me away from the others to to a secluded area but the fools didnt check to see if I had a knife strapped to my ankle. I was nothing but a young girl to them so while he had me down on the ground wrestling with my robe as well as his britches, I reached for my knife and slit his throat crying out as a shadow came from the trees but the man was their to kill the band that captured me and he helped me make my escape After killing the others.
Silently we crept into the shadows and the moonless night making our way First to where my father fell, but when we got their we found nothing, no sign of him. so we made our way farther and farther to the safety of my fathers home And the man returned to the pony letting me know where he would be if i found I had need. After just a few days I couldn’t bear the endless quiet and the memories of my father since he never returned home i assumed he was killed and the body hidden away from any travelers. So I packed a few things and left our house to seek out the man who called himself Panfir, He took me under his wing teaching me more about fighting and how to steal... Although i was never able to really pick up his stealth and knack for it. After traveling with him for several years rarely returning to my breeland home or any town for that matter.
On my travels I met a man named Faral, and he told me about a band of folks banning together as a Alliance, he talked of their values, what they stand for as well as his vision of the future So with that i decided to join them. Much to my Foster fathers complaint. But it was time I found my Owen way in the world.
Besides Panfir found him self a new wife... Khawala is her name, she's nice enough I guess but the last thing I need is someone now trying to be my mother, So for several years I have traveled with this Alliance doing what I can for them, many of them becoming my closest friends.
I still spend time with my Foster father as our paths cross, He now has two children of his owen, twin's Serayia and Garridon. whom have grown enough and followed my Steps joining the Alliance as well.
I had found my Father alive and well with in the Alliance and although i found my self angry over the fact and the time we had lost together i tried to reform some sort of relationship with him, but after several months found that he just could not except the fact i had chosen to walk the path of man, nor was i willing to just walk away from the love i had found and settle down with a nice elf. So once again i have found my self abandoned by my father and if that wasn't hard enough the man who raised me has his owen decided to leave. where he has gone I do not know, nor it seems do the twins.
I talked with Khawala, she says she has seen Panfir and says Although he has decided to go his Owen way he will always come back from time to time to assure himself we all are well... What that means exactly I couldn't began to guess.
[More to follow as life events unfold]