Zyren+Si+Vaerdaer

**Zyren Si Vaerdaer**

 * Title** "the Twinbladed Wanderer"


 * Physical Description** -

Race: 1/2 Elf

Age: 27 (Februn 28)

Height/Weight: 5'3" 123lbs

Hair: blonde shoulder length kept in tight bun when traveling and down with decorative items in it when out on the town.

Eyes: hazel, except when light hits them they are a very bright green.

Skin/Marks/Other: Since she never fit in growing up with humans, as soon as she was able to she got a tattoo of a human skull with two swords going through it criss cross style with a droplet of blood falling from each sword. This is between her shoulder blades on her back. The tattoo to her signafies the hatred towards human's for the way they treated her. Otherwise she is tan and very muscular.

Clothes/Armor: MW Chainmail with locked Gauntlets, she wears almost all the time. She also wears 2 Cloaks when she travels.

Weapons: Two-Bladed Sword, shortbow, and daggers.

Items: Cloak of Minor Displacement


 * Personality -**

Attitude: Outgoing, party all the time, and life of the party. Have fun with her but don't pick on her or you will be sorry. She can turn on a drop of a dime when bulling starts to happen. Doesn't matter if it happens to her or to someone else.

Abilities: To travel, fight, and be a flirt.

Talents: fighting, she even fights while mounted on Rebel.

Likes: Fun, Travel, flirting, and spending time with opposite sex.

Dislikes: Bullies and people who think they are better than everyone else.

Habits: parties and biting her nails when she is stressed. Can be hot tempered.

Strengths: fighting for others in hopes they will pay her to show their gratitude.

Weaknesses: good looking men.

Philosophy/Quote: "Lifes a Party, if you can't find one here then make one."


 * Background -**

Nationality: Havenland

Raised: Kinsington

Family: Father (George Schlagle) is human, met her Mother (Elven) Eisai Si Vaerdaer during the Apple Festival. They feel in love. Mom was a bit of a rebel, her father was not happy she was marring a human. I was raised in the Human lands where the kids picked on me all the time. I learned quickly how to run from them and my problems. I love to travel and sure don't fit anywhere. When I was 16 I left my family and started traveling on my own.

Friends: has met many people, but has no true friends. Never in 1 place long enough to make friends.

Enemies: any bully

Demise:


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