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| Player's Name: | Mindy |
| Email Address: | Zyrianna@aol.com |
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| AOL/AIM Nickname: | Zyrianna |
| Character's Name: | Zyrianna Miryon |
| Gender: | Female |
| Age: | 17 |
| Gift(s) | Firestarting, faint Mindhearing. |
| Title: | Herald Trainee |
| Companion: | Toran |
| Eye Color: | Velvety brown |
| Hair Color: | Red-gold |
| Description/Personality: | Zyrianna seems to be an contradiction in terms even to herself. Long reddish-gold hair is pulled back into a soft braid that seems to make her seem as though a halo surrounds her when the sun shines upon her. Full lips and delicate features that support soft creamy skin would give her an appearance of sweet innocence that her doe-like brown eyes only enhance. Yet deep within those eyes are pain and fear that few could imagine. |
| History/Background: | Zyrianna was raised near the Pelagirs. Though she was fairly protected as the youngest of 8 children she still saw the bizarre creatures that sometimes attacked her family's village and all too often the deadly results. Despite all this she grew up to be a woman content with her place. She had seen Heralds before and thought them to be a noble people but other than girlish fantasies when she was younger she had never thought to be one herself. But evidently things were not to be as she had once thought. Zyrianna was to be wed... she was getting married a bit later than most other girls of the village but her father had been indulgent of her desire to wed for love since she had been his youngest. Over time she had come to love Jarek, the son of the blacksmith, and he had loved her too. A mere few weeks before their wedding Zyrianna and Jarek had turned to walk outside the village. It was a beautiful summer night, a night for lovers but Zyrianna had been sheltered in many ways and when Jareks had pressed for them to anticipate their wedding night he had frightened her... yet still he had pressed on until finally fear brought forth and instinctive reaction to protect and she screamed as Jarek suddenly burst into flames above her. She scrambled back but not before she herself recieved minor burns. At seeing the bright flames in the distance many of the village came running. At the sight of his son burning the blacksmith demanded justice and many others raised the cry with him certain that Zyrianna had become possessed by demons. Despite her families best attempt Zyrianna was hauled to the middle of the village to be burned at the stake... as all were sure that was the only way to be rid of the demons. Tied to the stake the village priest said prayers over her and then the kindling was lit. Zyrianna's own fear caused the fire to burn faster around her and in moments she could see little through the thick, dark smoke. As she screamed as the fire touched her feet she saw a figure coming nearer that nearly glowed white in the light of the flames. The Companion burst through the crowd and kicked aside the fiery wood before going around and biting through the ropes that held her. He looked deeply into her eyes as she caught her breath and looked up. "I am Toran youngling and I Choose you. Now we must go... rise and climb upon my back." Zyrianna was not sure if what she heard was true or if it was just a delusion from the smoke and fire but the horror of what she had done and the pain of her burns kept her from thinking enough to be afraid and she did as she had been told. Once she was in his saddle Toran turned and sped off into the night with the scared young woman clinging to his mane. |