Description

Shiva

Name: Vanyel Cortia Zanadrell

Age: 24

Race: Baruk

Sex: Female

Class: Sage

Sub-class: Beast master

Height: 5’8

Weight: 125

Appearance:

Other Physical Traits: Vanyel has light blue eyes, some would say her eyes are captivating and its like they can hypnotize anyone who looks into them. Her skin is a very light tan color and her hair is red like a rose. She has claw marks on her right arm and a few on her back.

Personality

Personality: Vanyel is not your average Baruk, The only thing she feels for the Ancients is hatred. She hates them for what happened to her family, she feels that they only look down on their people and mock them. Vanyel can be a bit of a sadist, she enjoys watching those she detests writhe in pain. Her main goal in life is, success. She will do whatever it takes to get ahead in life, even if its morally wrong. She has no problem killing a person who gets in her way. But she isn’t rash, she is always calm and collected-- never showing her anger, she just shows a sadistic smile. Vanyel will weigh her options on most things before making a decision. This way she keeps herself out of situations she can’t get out of. She is a tactician, always calculating her next move as if playing a game of chess. But this can sometimes lead to her undoing, she sometimes misses the most simplest thing and her plans unravel.

Vanyel is a seductress, she uses her charm to get people to put their faith in her, but she is like a snake when her prey gets close, she strikes. She is the type of person that if she set her mind to it will get done.

Allegiance: Galbradia

Sexuality: Bisexual

Likes: Rain, clouds, high places, wind, lightning, pets

Dislikes: Ancients, the past, when she cries, weakness

Unique traits: Vanyel’s form of mercy, is a quick death. But if she finds someone to be truly weak, she will torture them. Her form of torture usually doesn’t kill, because she feels this will force the person she tortured to grow stronger because of shame.

Talents: She can play a variety of musical instruments, even though she is a cruel sadist; she is good with kids, she is hard to read, can bluff very easily, surprisingly agile.

Habits: talking to herself, staying up late, crying in the rain on rainy days, licking her own blood and sometimes the blood of others.

Crush: no one

Marital Status: single

Equipment

Head: N/A

Body: red rose robes

L Hand: Bat wing staff (normal staff, with a jewel on the end, the jewel has been designed in the shape of bat wings. )

R hand: Spike chain whip ( a whip made of chains and the chains have tiny spikes, the spikes are made for discomfort not to kill.)

Feet: Red boots

Accessory: A silver heart necklace locket

Accessory: A wedding ring

Skills: Black magic, white magic, tame

Spells: Regen, Reflect, Fire, Thunder

Summons: N/A

History

Story: As a young girl, Vanyel was always teased. Her magic was weaker than all the other children and because of it she was called “odd.” It was hard on her because her family lived in a nomadic tribe and the children would all have to stay together, while the adults would either search for food or mana. This is how Vanyel’s hatred for weakness began, she hated herself and wanted to grow stronger. She began training, she would practice her magic until her knees were weak, her hands were soar and her body was covered with bruises.

While she would go off alone to practice, no one but her parents and siblings seemed to care. As the years passed, Vanyel began to disappear off on her own more frequently and when she would return her wounds would be even more severe. This was because she wasn’t training alone. Vanyel had managed to tame what her tribe called a Lyco, or Berserker. This large feline like beast, with its sharp teeth and spikes was the cause of Vanyel’s many injuries. Both she and the beast wanted to gain power, they would spare with each other trying to hold back as much as they could to not kill each other. Through their training, the two became partners and were able to compensate for each others weaknesses.

When Vanyel was sixteen, her tribe was attacked by a group of creatures known as Soa while she was out training, these lizard like creatures were capable of camouflaging themselves. They snuck up on Vanyel’s tribe and began slaughtering people. The smell of blood and the sound of screams filled the air. Vanyel heard the screams and ran toward them. When she arrived she was shocked by the sight of dead bodies and blood that drenched the land. She saw only a handful of her tribe remained, they were able to combat the Soa, but they were outnumbered. Vanyel was in a trance, she couldn’t move a muscle, the thought of everything she had once known being destroyed had hit her and she couldn’t believe it.

She was then shaken from her state by the sound of a loud and powerful roar, she turned to see her Lyco companion. She then turned back to look at her tribe and the Soa, the Soa looked at her and then charged. A second roar came from the Lyco, this time it made Vanyel shake from the sheer force it placed on her eardrums. The Soa quickly fled, not wanting to face the beast. Vanyel then slowly walked toward the remaining tribe members, she hoped that her family would be with them. When she got to them and saw who all remained, she was distraught. Her family was not there, not a single member of loving family survived. Tears began to pour from Vanyel’s eyes as she sank to the ground, she then looked to the skies and cursed the Ancients for their cruelty.

The elder of her tribe came to her and told her to not curse the Ancients because it could only bring more devastation to the tribe. Vanyel looked at the elder and told the old man, the Ancients no longer ruled over her. That they are nothing but dust in the wind to her now. After that Vanyel, picked herself up and gathered her belongings and left. As she was leaving, she found the mutilated bodies of her family. Her mother and father were shielding her younger brother and sister. Vanyel began to cry, but she stopped herself. she took her mother’s wedding ring and her little sister’s necklace locket to keep them close with her. Vanyel burned the bodies and then left with her companion, the two arrived in Viamna, the Galbradian Empire’s capital city. Vanyel joined the army and after showing her ruthless nature, she was able to move up through the ranks. She was able to achieve the rank of Captain, she now only answers to the Emperor and his Generals.

Current residence: Viamna

Family:

Lyrith Zanadrell (mother) (deceased) (age at time of death, 37)
Galaren Zanadrell (father) (deceased) (age at time of death,42)
Atalina Zanadrell (younger sister) (deceased) (age at time of death, 10)
Ferren Zanadrell (younger brother) (deceased) (age at time of death, 7)
Dyaron (Lyco companion) - age, 11