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Saira M. Zahariev
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x...γALIASγ
x.x.......Sai
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xx..γAGEγ
x.xx.....23
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γOCCUPATIONγ
.......Pub Owner
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x....γEYESγ
x........Green
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x..γHEIGHTγ
x.xx....5'6"
........Pakistani
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x.γGENDERγ
..........Female
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.γSEXUALITYγ
.........Bisexual
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....γSPECIESγ
.........Valkyrie
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x.....γHAIRγ
...........Brown
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x..γWEIGHTγ
..........124 lbs
ort, and it's only lately that she's started filing
them so that they're not really jagged too. β Wa-
tches reality TV at 2 A.M. when she can't sleep.
β Also plays board games at these early hours
if she can rope friends into it. Otherwise she pla-
ys good old-fashioned solitaire. β Shakes her
mixed juices in a cocktail shaker. Because she
can. And also it makes for good practice to keep
her arms from getting tired quickly. β Always lo-
oks vaguely angry. Which isn't really too alarming
though, since she is kinda always vaguely angry.
ldn't partake in the spoils, would she? β Karaoke
night at the bar. She doesn't sing or anything,
but she likes hearing other people, and it's good
to laugh at sometimes. Just generally good vibes.
β Inventing new cocktails. It's more fun than pe-
ople think. And even the failures aren't always
that bad. β Philosophy. Weird interest for her, she
know it. Still, she rather likes reading the musings
on life and death and all things in between in bey-
ond of some worldly and learned people. Maybe
she's just looking for an answer to her emptiness.β
okay when she does it obviously, but not when
it's done to her. Never claimed to not be a hypo-
crite. β Men who act like children. Why is it seen
as such an acceptable thing? No. Just another re-
ason girls are superior beings in her book. β Beer.
Nasty. Tastes like piss 98% of the time. β When
people tell her to cheer up. No. Her life sucks.
Why should she? She's happy being bitter as
fuck. β Trying to do things with her hair. It's a
mess, and it's fine like that. β Butter and very
fatty foods. Always gives her a stomache ache.
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When the customers leave, she'll sling an arm around the shoulder of a friend in the bar, keep them after hours with a faucet of vodka, laughing. Gaily sometimes, bitterly most of the time. She doesn't bitch about her problems. Not aloud. Most of the time, anyway. But it feels good to bitch in general. To be mad. It's just so easy to handle.
hout even knowing much about her it's that she's not keen on taking any
bullshit from anyone. She doesn't worry much about business. It's not like
there's another bar in town to offer competition. β Tenacious ; When she
puts her mind to something, she's likely to do anything to accomplish it,
even if her plan for it ended up being pretty stupid in retrospect. But at
least she doesn't give in easily. β Honorable ; For all her faults, Saira has
a pretty well-attuned moral compass and will always do what she perceives
to be right. She chalks it up to being a valkyrie; it's just part of her system.
β Doubt and Confusion Inducement ; When used properly, a valkyrie's ab-
ilities are incredibly powerful. Doubt can make even the best warrior turn
on their men or even take a blade to their own throat. β Massive wings.
They're huge and unwiedly and, overall, not really the most convenient of
things. With a wingspan of 35 feet, they can only keep her afloat for a few
minutes before flapping them is too much exertion. But they're very intimi-
dating. β
new people she meets are generally going to be asses, that the worst pos-
sible outcome will inevitably happen, that she will never fill the emptiness
inside of her. She presumes unhappiness, and it's a sort of self-fulfilling
prophecy. β No one quite holds a grudge like she doesβ for ages and ag-
es without forgetting. The worst part of it is that she's very passive aggr-
essive about it all, which gets very infuriating very fast. β Superiority ;
Particularly gender superiority. She looks down ever so slightly on every
new person she meets, but men get the worst of it. Even amongst friends
she's particularly critical of her male friends. Can't help it, she says, just a
part of being a valkyrie, a part of the genetic coding. She could try a little
harder to overcome it though. β While it's certainly not easy to overcome
her powers, it's also not impossible. And normal humans may have a part-
icularly hard run of it, but she finds the ability is a lot harder to exert over
other supernaturals. And extended use of it is taxing and often results in
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She was taken at a young age, pulled from her mother when she was only seven, ripped from her world and planted again in a new unfamiliar climate. The only real education she had about her kind was from a valkyrie in the first town she stayed. The woman was tired and bitter about her curse, the emptiness floating around inside her. No doubt it rubbed off on Saira. She's never accomplished her life's purpose; she didn't believe she would, or even that she could. She'd go on long rants to Saira, telling her that the hope of fulfilling a valkyrie's purpose was myths for fools, that valkyries didn't even have a purpose. Their only purpose was to be empty. To be born empty and continue empty. But Saira knew different. She didn't remember much, but she remembered satisfaction. A fulfilled mother. A purpose that had been accomplished. She had a purpose, and she would fulfill it. But she couldn't do it locked up.
She only lasted two years in Westcreek before she tried running again. Got further this time, but still not far enough. But they didn't send her away this time. Instead, they sentenced her to house arrest, locked away inside her house for a year, no company, no escape. Hell within hell. She bought a pub the second they let her out. Good escape, the only "escape" that might taste like freedom. She's resigned but not, determined but empty. She has a purpose to fulfill. She's not sure she can.
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