Basic
Name: Tania Laurent.
Preferred name: Sid.
Birth date: 6th Tornado.
Race: Human.
Age: 24.
Gender: Female.
Class: Mercenary.
Physiology
Hair: Dark red streaked with black normally tied into a ponytail.
Eyes: Yellow.
Height: 6.0
Weight: 160 lbs
Build: Visible muscles but not ripped.
Scars/Tattoos
• Pair of identical scars that run in a T shape across both of her wrists and up her arms a short distance.
Armor
Type: Chain mail.
Coverage: Torso,leggings,feet,hands,lower arms.
Weight: Medium.
Accessories: Black headband.
Weapon
Type: Great Sword.
Length: 5'5 ft.
Special: Folded steel with diamond edge.
Notes: Trained in the use of but still learning.
Traits
• Poisonous Blood - In her youth Tania took certain poisonous herbs and substances in order to build up a resistance to poison, an unexpected benefit of this process is that Tania's blood is poisonous as well as granting her a decent resistance to poison.
• Stubborn - Never one for taking orders and normally not backing down once she's accepted a job, Sid is rather strong willed and as such resistant to any spells or abilities affecting her mind.
• Blood Lover - Sprays of blood be they her own or others can often cause Sid to lose focus as for some strange reason she simply loves the sight of blood.
Personality.
Loyal and devoted to those who have gained her trust, can be a little too merciful at times which can put her into dangerous situations. Distrusts anyone with romantic notions due to her personal experiences, can sometimes be quick to anger if the right words are used.
Likes.
• Blood.
• Scars.
• Large weapons.
Dislikes
• Spell casters.
• Compliments.
• Her Husband.
Items
• Small sack containing a small collection of food supplies.
• Small coin-purse containing fifty silver.
• Small collection of vials containing small amounts of poisonous liquid.
• Family signet ring/Wedding band sits on her left hand's ring finger.
Relationships
Father - William Doyle Sidorov - Age 45 - Alive, Lives in Le'Chery. Wealthy Merchant, used to travel alot but has settled down.
Mother - Nina Maria Sidrov - Age 40 - Alive, Lives in Le'Chery. Doting Mother, was against the wedding of Tania and Simon.
Uncle - Michael Sidrov - Age 33 - Deceased, Buried in Le'Chery. Tania's Mentor, killed while protecting one of William's caravans.
Husband - Simon Kyle Laurent - Age 28 - Alive, Lives in Aelindra City Genesaris. Tania's Husband, also the son of a rich merchant he has a love/hate relationship with Tania.
Best Friend - None.
Friends - None.
Piece of Personnel History.
He was gone, time slowed to a crawl as this realization passed through her mind.
He was gone, his voice to never again comfort her during the hard times or to put her on the right path when she strayed.
He was gone, but she was still here.. she had wanted to go but he wouldn't take her with him.
The funeral had been simple, a few friends, a few family. Hardly fitting for a man who had lived so long and done so much for so many, but to Tania he had been everything. As the others began to disperse she stayed, she couldn't believe he was gone.. surely he would come place a hand on her shoulder or call her name.
"Anything.. please say something, Uncle.. I'll do my chores without asking. I'll remember to keep extra weight on my back foot, please.. call my name so I know where you are." She whispered quietly as her eyes rained mercilessly onto the freshly turned soil below.
She remembered what he had said, promised her he had. When she was tiny he had taken her in his arms, he had said the words so he couldn't be gone. The words of the promise rang through her mind, I'll always be here little angel.. now and always.
She stayed there all her hopes bent on him suddenly returning, but all was silent. Even the wind that had earlier whistled through the trees or the birds who chatted in those trees, were now silent as if sharing the young girls pain. They came for her then, the two who had bore her.. they were here to take her away. But she wasn't ready!
"Leave me alone.." She whispered as they neared. One of them speaks but she cannot hear, when words fail he reaches.
"No! Leave me alone! He's not dead! He's not dead! Damn you!" Her voice wails as she is pulled into their embrace, she thrashes and writhes but cannot break free. They lead her away but all her eyes see in black, weeping face buried in fathers shirt. Wailing cry's that scatter the birds, causing even the lost to voicelessly weep.
Hours later she stands, but she doesn't see.. doesn't feel. She is lost without him, his guidance his charity his touch.. all lost. What can she do, why wouldn't he take her with him? She had asked many times, even begged when he still denied her. But still he had gone, a few days he was gone and she could naught but worry. The roads between Le'Chery and Port Hymir were dangerous this time of year, still he would not take her.. she was not ready. A week more passed but still no word, she argued with father but he would not let her go.. she was not ready. That eve she stole away, taking the pride of their stable as her mount she rode into the night. Three miles from home she found the scene, green skinned creatures assailing her Uncle and her fathers merchants. Alone he fought, one against many yet still he held his shield high and his sword flashing to bring down one of the beasts. All full gallop she dismounted her mount knocking a beast to the ground, drawing steel she charged.. her battle cry like that of a tiger. Surprise is hers as her blade drinks deep of green flesh, her first kill before her she strikes out to the right her blade meeting axe. A cry of pain behind her distracts her, her head turns as her Uncle falls his helmet split by a green beasts axe. She screams as rage fills her, a light.. blinding erupts around her the weight of her sword lessens as she feels something upon her back. They spread slowly enveloping the passing wind, the green beasts hesitate as their minds fail to comprehend what their sight shows them. A moment passes before the rage takes hold, her sword flashes slicing flesh from bone.. one.. two.. four! Her rage knows no bounds, as they begin to run she gives chase. Her new apendages giving her speed and lift to carry her past the retrating beasts, yellow orbs of hate stare at the beasts as again she plunges into their midst. As the last fall.. she is alone now, rage turns to sorrow as she turns covered in the sickly green towards his fallen form. Her blade feels heavier, her back feels lighter but she is calm again. But that part her mind did not recall, she found herself weeping over his body. Like at the grave she had cried and begged, but to no avail. Crimson ran down his helmet, it filled her senses with it's texture, it's color.. it's luster. She found her fingers moving to touch it, a part of her wanting to put it all back in somehow. Another part of her wanted to continue running her fingers across it, to commit it's every drop of it to memory. That was how they found her, the ones who had bore her.
The images faded as a decision came to her, she could not see a path without him to guide her so.. she would follow him. Securing the lock she made he way to where he had slept, her hand closes around steel.. steel he had given her. It was a fitting choice she concluded that his gift should help her to reach him, she lies upon the bed where he had slept her mind remembering the lesson. A simple trick to use if no alternative presented itself, a short cut to begin a flash of pain as steel meets flesh. A second cut this one longer, another flash of pain followed by a flow of crimson. Steel trades hands as strength begins to fade, another short cut followed by a longer one seals the fate. Crimson flows onto the sheets he had used upon the bed which he had slept, inside the room.. where he had lived. Everything fades as her body becomes heavier, her eyes flicker and her heart slows to a crawl.
"No child.. your not ready." She hears the voice, it's his voice she's sure of it!
"Keep what I have taught you.. the rest is up to you now." It speaks again, she tries to reply but no sound passes through her lips. Next to the bed he appears, wrapped in a glowing splendor his mortal visage changed as a pair of apendages spread impressively. In his hands he holds steel edged with diamond, a fitting weapon for one such as he but for him it is no more.
"Make me proud.. my little angel.." The voice fades as it speaks, once again she is alone as the visage vanishes. Eye's open to brightness as she comes back to herself, her body doesn't feel heavy.. no feeling of wet crimson greets her. She raises her head to see her healed scars, white lines of memory of yet another lesson learned. She sits upright but her head swims causing her to reach, her hands grasp something.. something that wasn't there when she came. A sword, a large sword made of folded metal and lined with diamond. A sword only a master of the forge could smith once in his lifetime, as she gripped it she felt a presence. Warm but fleeting it danced it's way through her, filling her with renewed hope. She had been wrong.. he wasn't dead..he had been there all along.. she had just been unable to see.. she was not ready after all.
Relationships Expanded
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William Doyle Sidorov
Age 45
A loving father although he sometimes fails to show it in his actions, William always has his families interests in mind in all his actions which can sometimes bring confliction and strain with the other members of the family namely Tania. His prearranging of his only daughters marriage to one of his oldest known friends was a move to prepare Tania's future for when his time eventually comes, he has refused during several arguments to see this move as anything but a step in the right direction for Tania's future. In the end however most simply see it as William setting up his legacy to maintain the family business as his will now states should he die that Simon is to gain control of his business, this has met heated opposition from his wife Tania's mother Nina who never liked Simon or the wedding idea to begin with stating that the business should fall to Tania when it changes hands whether the girl wants it or not. Once a traveling merchant merchant who struck it big when he landed several small contracts involving gold and silver mines back when such materials were scarce, he has since retired and now spends his time at home working late nights on paperwork for his business and hoping that one day when the time came his family would thank him for making the seemingly hard calls that would ensure Tania's future.
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Nina Maria Sidrov
Age 40
A woman of respectable talent and beauty Nina has been one of Tania's greatest confidants so far in her young life, unlike her husband William she has always looked out for her daughter and is in part guilty of trying to shelter Tania a little from the worlds many evils much to the chagrin of Tania's late uncle Michael who preferred exposing Tania to the same dangers as a part of her training. Highly opposed of Tania's marriage to Simon as she believes him to be an ill suited match for her daughter as well as a generally unrealizable man who would do nothing but ruin Tania, this was and still is a point of contention between William and Nina as Nina had threatened her husband with divorce if he did not rescind the marriage plans but was in the end talked out of it by Tania to keep their marriage alive. Strong willed and a talented elemental magi Nina first met William when she saved one of his caravans from orc attack, when not doting on her daughter she is normally found among her peers in the local Le'Chery wing of magi users where she teaches the next generation how to manage their abilities.
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