Azena ouroboros

From the Avalore Fantasy Roleplay server

❝ Being referred to in any way shape or form as 'musical' would make me gut whoever had described me as such❞

INFO

An Elven woman with long raven hair, a piercing sea blue gaze, and Tattoos covering every inch of her seen body in geometric patterns. She is usually seen wearing black clothing with boots and pants all of her clothing combined with her rather sharp features combine to give her the appearance of something akin to a Raven in mortal skin.

  NAME   
Azena Ourorboros  NICKNAME/ALIAS   
Zena, Alrida when wanting to be anonymous  AGE   
27  DATE OF BIRTH   
18th of Highsun  GENDER & PRONOUNS   
Female, She/Her  ORIENTATION   
??sexual / ??romantic  RACE / ETHNICITY   
Arsa Sidhe (Elf) / Falstoner

  CURRENT RESIDENCE   
The Woods.  OCCUPATION   
Sometimes a herbalist, sometimes researcher, and sometimes occultist  LANGUAGES   
Common, Ancient Tongue, and able to understand some Soft Tongue

  FACE CLAIM   
Emma Stone  HEIGHT   
5’08”  HAIR   
Black with a slight wave  EYES   
Deep Blue with a piercing stare  VOICE CLAIM   

  ZODIAC   
Magpie  POSITIVE TRAITS   
Driven, Headstrong, and Polite when she wants to be  NEUTRAL TRAITS   
Likes Nature so she can study it and Wannabe necromancer  NEGATIVE TRAITS   
Only Polite when she wants to be, Holds grudges, Murderous attitude, and has a habit of collecting "souvenirs" from cadavers

  PARENTS   

  • Cleese Striga (father, alive)

  • Leera Striga (mother, deceased)

  SIBLINGS   

  • none

  SIGNIFICANT OTHER   

  • none

  PETS   

  • Aleria (rat, deceased)

  • Corniver (childhood dog, deceased)

  • Claudia (childhood cat, deceased)

  MAGE LEVELS  

  • MAGE 1
    ACHIEVED.

  • MAGE 2
    ACHIEVED

  • MAGE 3
    In Progress

  IMPORTANT PORTRAYAL NOTES  

  • Bitchy and a bit of an Ice Queen

  • If she isn't threatening something or someone she's likely got something wrong with her

  • Loves to kill birds, hates how they are when alive.

  • Rats and Cats are the only animals she can tolerate in a close proximity while they are alive

HISTORY

Azena was born in 1613 to Falstoner Parents, and with a different name: Alrida Striga. Her Father was a caravanner, a shrewd one who had an obsession with cursed and ancient relics-it was traditional to the family which Azena was born into, her family for as long as anyone could remember sold and bought and collected them, whether magical or simply rumor. Cleese, her father, held more than just tradition for that way of life though, he held obsession to him it meant everything, her family had no home except the caravan constantly on the move and constantly out of money.It was a tough life but the child at the time known as Alrida was happy, she had her childhood pets and a fascination with nature and magic. She learned how to a great many thing by slight of hand along with her inborn talent to use a cantrip, something that meant quite a lot to her, but as time dragged on money became tighter and tighter her mothers own needs became greater and her fathers obsession only pulled his family into more trouble and debt.

In the Winter of 1624 Cleese's wagon was the only one in the "caravan" at that point, they were strapped for money and for food, and worst of all they were in the North. The never-ending blizzards and cold killed the cat, and the dog... Alrida didn't like dogs after that, but a break came: a city, Briganda. Briganda was infamous in the region for gangs and cutthroat politics and less than savory trading of skins but all that mattered to the Striga's, or at least the mother and the child, was food and warmth.Alrida's mother Leera tried to convince Cleese to sell some of his more prized artifacts, for those were the only ones that would make money, so that they could buy food, a week they went starving then two and almost a third before Leera had an idea. Alrida and her mother strode out from the wagon one day starving, Alrida thinking her mother had found a way to make coin and get food for her as the 11 year old was nearly dragged along the cold streets, Leera had found coin for food just not for Alrida.

The exchange was cold as Leera met a man under a bridge, the frozen ice held solid under Alrida's feet, she didnt hear the words staring at what was under the ice before a clinking of a large purse could be heard as Alrida looked over her mother was walking away without her and the strange man approached. Years went by, her name changed, her attitude changed, and her body changed. What was once a ragged but happy child became a lithe woman with a sour face and an ouroboros branded on her back. All she could think of was the blood on her hands... and how much more could possibly be on them in the future.