Zwi
Jun 24, 2024 11:10:17 GMT -5
Post by Zwi on Jun 24, 2024 11:10:17 GMT -5
Zwi
Gender:Non-Binary
Age:21
Race: Human
Nationality: Ash Lands
Appearance: Have you ever seen a nun? Have you ever seen one dumpster diving? Of course, we are in the correct ballpark then, lets proceed. Five foot five and of rather common build, there's little distinguishing about her other than her habit. In fact, it stands out so much that the casual observer would fail to notice the string of glass beads crawling up her arm that designates her an ashlander. Or, for that matter, the curious connection said arm makes between her shoulder and the hand in their pocket. But don't mind that, let us continue - brunette, ditto for the eyes, and no luggage in sight complete the portrait of Zwi. And there she is, in her natural element, running out of a tavern, reflected on a flying bottle aimed vaguely in her direction. Say cheese.
Personality/History(i do not see how the two can be separated without tearing a butterfly in two and taping it to opposite pages): Zwi was a kind soul, sister shard can recall. Recent reviews have tanked that, so lets launch a rehabilitation campaign of sorts...or would it be rehabitation? For one, she's still a glass blower of some ability, not lessened by her preoccupation with light magic and other people's pockets. For, like the women who raised her, she helps those who cannot help themselves....in fact to such a degree that she can't be helped from helping herself...to any valuable(or even piece of junk that can be fixed up) that no one is currently in need of. Alright, that's somewhat...not helping her case. Exhibit B if you will - she is rather open minded, she doesn't particularly discriminate other than into target categories. To her people are merely stories yet to learn, to be truthful. Blame it on her upbringing. always there was some bead or glasswork to commemorate some dead or the other, some story inscribed in colour. It made the world a wonderful mosaic, seen through a stained, dimmed glass. A world of stories existed... quite unlike any storybook she read she was certain, if she could merely spread her wings. Darkveil city...uhh darkveil city was the black dot she soon found out. Leaving the abbey-orphanage as often and as soon as she was able to, she quickly got to learn that the master glassblowers created a glass bell themselves. She quickly learned to carry nothing, be seen by nobody and listen for silence. Curious thing that silence. Only masters understood that the key to skullduggery was not eliminating presence and stimulation altogether. A forest with no birdsong is not one you walk through safely. Yes, Zwi learned many lessons - she learned that some criminals would pay for beads of their opponents, as morbid oaths of future scores irreversibly settled, she learned that immunity to poison meant many people will pay to have a meal with you...and pay for your meals. And she learned that people talk to your appearance rather than your person before getting to know you. it just so happend garish head-dress of some long forgotten priesthood sawn up from the old days of the Ashlands fit just right. After all, it pays to be on the front foot, and most people don't talk to clergy if they can help it. She pretends to be one more often than they stop to drink. Yet, she soon began to wonder is she in danger of setting root before even turning the first page. After all, she intended to meet the wondrous type of people she crafted beads about as a child. Darkveil's finest..are not what she imagined. Nope. Not at all.
Pic credit - keetydraws on newgrounds(yeah, i got little ability past photoshopping )