<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mir_with_worl_cedric%27s_campain.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name</span></strong>Zyaiasvanna She'lianri Dwinelrvis (goes by Zyais, or Zya)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Race</span></strong>Elf<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age</span></strong>129<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Hair Color</span></strong>White Blonde<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Eye Color</span></strong>Sea Green<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skin Color</span></strong>Pale White<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Height</span></strong>5'6"<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weight</span></strong>125<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span></strong>Female<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Sexual Preference:</span></strong>Bi-Sexual<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Class</span></strong>Druid<br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Special Items</span></strong>She left everything behind to start her soul searching, to figure out the path her Godess wanted her to follow.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality</span></strong>Hesitant towards people, never easy to trust, but once she does, she's loyal to the end. Laughs easily. At peace with the chaotic nature of the world.<br/><br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Back story</span></strong>When Zya left home ten years ago she never expected that it would be easy to find the path she was meant to follow. For some Elves it's simply inbred. Like the Keeper of her village. She selects an Elf at birth, trains that elf to be the new keeper, it's that simple, that is what you are. Zya hadn't gotten the luxury of her life chosen for her, but what fun would that have been? Zya had left to find herself as soon as she was deemed old enough, ready for the adventure of the finding. It would be fun, easy, she'd be home in less than a year.... Dwyin would still love her, they'd be married and... well that didn't happen.<br/><br/>Zya came back 18 months after she'd left home with this idea of being a bard, weaving tales with her music and voice, she'd fallen in love with music and that's what she would do. That was her calling, and she was so excited to share it with Dwyin. she knew he'd love to listen to her play. She walked into the ashen remains of her village, torn from her daydream with a sob. Gone. Everyone. She put the lute she'd barely learned to play on the remains of her family tent. She set out with a new fire in her heart, set on revenge for her family, for Dwyin, She trudged through the scorched remains, back into the forest without so much as a backwards glance.<br/><br/>23 months after she walked out of her village, Zya was bathing in a stream, she'd tuned the world out and barely caught the sound of a soft feminine voice calling to her. She followed the voice out of the river, into the<br/>trees. The Druid Encampment was something like she'd never seen before. She'd lived among the trees her whole life, but never IN the forest, the trees had opened themselves up to the entire druid family, making homes for them. Zya instantly felt that is where she belonged. She had finally found a connection that she'd never had before, Finally found peace where she'd had nothing but turmoil before. She set her quest for vengeance aside, and was welcomed into the family.