• Background:*
  

When Avisa's parents: Relkar, a dedicated scholar, scribe and historian, and Veya, the youngest daughter of a rich merchant, met; it's been said that together they began with a nearly fairy-tale like existance together. Veya's curiosities were satisfied by Relkar's constant need to travel and learn, and her material obsessions were quietly sedated by the abundance of gifts Relkar picked up along their way. Together they would traverse freely, financially unburdoned: having a hefty inheritance from Veya's father. Literally having nothing tying them down, save for what it was in which they fancied at the time.

Thus, the unexpected news of Veya's pregnancy did not go over well. Quite simply, Veya took this to be nothing more than a burden which would prohibit her, in many ways, from doing whatever it was she wished to do. In lieu of all the stress, Veya began taking longer trips alone, throwing money away at every whim; coming back with full packs of clothing and trinkets which couldn't possibly be carried along: and each time, a fight would insue over her not being able to have what she wanted.

In a desparate want to fulfill his wife's wishes, Relkar purchased a humble home within the city of ArboRea. As soon as Veya was able, she rushed there to arrange furniture, paintings, and a wide variety of useless items in order to decorate; leaving Relkar and a very young Avisa to close up any dealings that may have been left.

By the end of the month, most things seemed to be settled, and so together they set off. However, Relkar grew careless along the way; finding himself entranced by the discovery of assorted herbs, or his hunger perked by a berry bush that didn't seem -too- far away. Not only did they manage to lose their path, they managed to be found by a hungry female wolf and the three adolescent wargs who followed her. Relkar had never really fought before; always so absorbed in his own studies. He grabbed a hold of Avisa, forcefully picking her up as one of the younger wolves made a tentative swipe. While by luck, the attack was slight in comparision, it left an ugly gash upon the soft flesh of her shoulder. In an attempt to flee the area, he barely managed to roughly deposit a bleeding Avisa within the bushes; before he, himself, was overcome; weighed down by the items he was in the process of moving.

Fortunately, several random travellers, hearing the screams of a human male nearby; rushed into the area; effectively dispersing the wolves. Avisa and Relkar were taken to ArboRea, where Belfala and several others did what they could. One of the travellers handed a large, curved claw to Relkar as a token from the wolves. While Relkar survived, his face was mutilated with heavy scars from the attacks. Needless to say, as shallow as Veya was; she did not handle this well. Instead of being thankful that his life was spared, she became even more distant. Considering Relkar as an embarrassment and Avisa as a burden, it would seem that Veya was nearly never home. And eventually.. she didn't come home.

At first, Relkar resorted to complete denial regarding the whole situation. It was hard not to notice the significant amount of funds that were suddenly 'missing' from their accounts, or the absence of some of the finer pieces of jewelry. But Relkar dismissed it as her just wanting to look ravishing and to be well-prepared, as she went on another elaborate shopping spree. During this time, Relkar took the time to get to know Avisa a little better. Spending extra time caring for her, introducing her to different languages, different weapons; working on light training for her both mentally and physically.

But as weeks turned to months, and months turned into years; Relkar went from denial, to bitterness, to pure hatred. Relkar burned most of the information that he had spent so many years gathering; saying that if he had only learned how to fight, rather than spending so much time concentrated on history: things might be different. He refused to teach Avisa anymore than what he had taught her. He began to curse Avisa for resembling her mother and forever being a constant reminder; and then switching and saying that she was hideous, and that she would never find a home outside of this one. He grew paranoid about her whereabouts, demanding her presence at all times, and locking the door to her room, whenever he could find the slightest reason (or sometimes for no reason at all).

Things grew steadily worse. Relkar picked up drinking with the same sort of resolve that he had once taken to learning. His anger would peak at these points; all times that Avisa would remember forever, but never speak of. But then he began to stay up at all hours of the night; his door locked tightly.. studying dark scrolls, fiddling with amulets, or sometimes just disappearing for hours without a word. It was during these times that Avisa would sneak into his room; search through his belongings, and force herself to stare at the pages and pages of undecipherable letters and runes; or would light several candles in a room and using his blades would begin to practice in the shadows. (Ahh, how it could've been had it remained as when Veya first left!) But her thirst could not be quenched, and she found herself attempting to stealthily pass by, even when he was home or in another room. It was during one night that Relkar came home early.. to find a very surprised Avisa in the midst of all his belongings. He didn't wait a moment before he lunged towards her, a violent snarl upon his face...

No one would've guessed that the youthful woman who walked about the town with her chin slightly lifted was the same one who had seemed timid and rather dirty just days before. Or cared as she fiddled around with a finely made silver necklace sporting a wolf-claw pendant. Nor did they notice her as she sat in the back of bars or mixed in the crowds; observing with a discerning eye the interactions and movements of various people, the way they spoke or acted, etiquette and mannerisms..

And so it went, until the morning came when she awoke to realize that she had run out of the funds to support her living at the local inn. As she dressed and casually sauntered out; she passed her last copper coin to Volog, and set out to find her own...

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It was the month of the Dragon, her favorite month out of the year; a Day of Honesty. Her birthday had passed by less than a month ago, and it was perhaps her best one yet.. even if it had been celebrated more in the following days, rather than on the exact date. Perhaps it was the cool night air, the way things had been working out.. whatever it was, her step felt a bit lighter.

(It was this month, all those years ago, in which she was probably the closest to her father; the month of denial and learning. He took this time to tell her stories about Dragons, a brief and mostly likely inaccurate bit of information; but he spoke of it with such enthusiasm, Avisa became deeply enmeshed in it all. Almost to the point of obsession. The spark in his eyes when he discussed them was a flame which she wanted to rekindle time and time again; and even now, her interest in them never wavered. Now here she was.. years later, walking down the familiar streets of ArboRea..)

Passing by an alley-way, she heard a smooth voice drawl with that familiar tone, "Isa, darling." Avisa stopped dead in her tracks; her heart pounding so hard she was positive that the beating thump echoed down the streets, the way the words echoed in her mind. Giving a discreet gulp; Avisa swivelled around coolly, standing face to face with the very woman who she had dreamt about slaughtering for so many nights. Feeling the blood rush through her veins; she swallowed it down with the control she had worked on perfecting for years, remarking calmly, "Hello Mother."

Avisa's eyes swept over this woman with cold regard, a perhaps imagined ache searing around her own neck; the wound from a recently occured fatal accident. She could feel a weakness, an unresponsiveness in the way her body moved; but this was the day she trained for... right? Instinctively, her hand subtly swept over the hilt of her dagger; the black leather somewhat calming. Glancing down the street, she spotted a group of city guards close by, their conversation and laughs dispersing through the air with a surreal sense. As if she noticed, Veya gracefully turned around, proceeding to walk down the alley-way; the inviting curl of her long fingers accompanied by a simple, "Come along, dear." Cautiously, Avisa crept after her: her eyes focused hard upon the back of her neck. As she silently moved to take a better grip upon her blade; she sensed a movement within the shadows and two swarthy darkelves stepped out. Firm grips and skilled hands restrained her and she felt the tip of a blade within her right side; the curse of human vision taking form once again. "Uh-uh-uh.. Come now. You wouldn't really expect it to be that easy, would you?" Veya turned to face Avisa, a slight smile upon her lips as she clicked her tongue. Her mother's scolding behavior seemed ridiculous, but the cold steel in her side was all too real.

Veya sent an approving smile in the direction of the two men, checking over their hold on Avisa with apprehension; before slowly approaching. Taking Avisa's chin in her hand, Veya turned Avisa's face briskly to the side; commenting smuggly, "A lovely scar there. Taking after your father?" Yanking her head out of the grip, Avisa stared at her mother emotionlessly, saying with a tinge of poison on the last word, "What do you want, Mother." Sighing softly, her mother asked, "Need money, dear?" Veya's critical gaze swept over Avisa, and she didn't bother to restrain her smirk.

Being given no response, Veya continued on unbothered. "Listen, love. I know I haven't exactly been around.. but it's been rather tough on me. After your father's obvious failure as a man.. Jaekesh entertained for a time being, before he betrayed me.. Viridius.. well.." She chuckled softly, ".. he was another story all together." She waved a dismissing hand, studying Avisa with her cat-like emerald eyes, "You're a woman now, you know." An arrogant smile passed over her lips, as she affirmed, "Yes, yes.. even I remember your birthday." She took several gliding steps towards Avisa, placing her hand gently upon her shoulder, "What it comes down to, Isa; is you and I have the same blood running through our veins. We're alike in more ways than you realize. And so, I'm here now imparting wisdom from one woman to another." She gave a dramatic pause, her voice taking a serious tone, "I realize that you probably want to kill me. And I'm afraid that I can't just let you do that. But we're on the same side, Isa. You need to realize that. Things happened between Relkar and I that .. Just know, we need to stick together, dear." Veya leaned into Avisa, whispering in a hiss, "There is something about an independent woman that men despise. It's a crush to their ego, their manhood; when a woman succeeds beyond that of a normal nature. When she possesses a certain prowess. And Isa, my darling, you are my blood.. but it is they who will bring you your demise." She stepped back, as if to let her words sink in. "I hear you met someone." Veya's eyes drilled into Avisa's, stating matter-of-factly, "He's not even wealthy! -Or- your own race." She rolled her eyes, snorting, before focusing levelly on Avisa, "This is what it comes down to. He -will- betray you in the end. Even if he doesn't intend to. If he isn't even aware of it himself." Veya drew her dagger with a surprising adoitness of hand, "You have to take him out, before he stabs you in the back. Strike first and you won't bleed first. Strike first, or -I- will strike. And I assure you that these men are as skilled with their blades as the best you've ever seen."

The talk continued for quite awhile.. words were exchanged, secrets were revealed, tension and aggression surged; but blood did not flow on this night. That was to be another day. Avisa was left with a hatred which made everything she'd ever felt pale in comparision, a burning rage, a deep-set confusion, a twisted outlook and perhaps.. fear? She felt helpless. Without control. Maddened. She stormed into the inn; nearly knocking over Volog in her anger, and started to drink.. her mind distorted by the alcohol, and warped with emotions.

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You are a graceful well-tanned female human, presenting yourself as:
Avisa D'Ruse.
Her athletic physique retains a feminine delicacy, seemingly held with a
quiet confidence. Soft crimson lips are set within a gently composed face,
framed by lustrous, raven-black hair. Veiled by dark lashes, her calculating
almond-shaped eyes seem subtly clouded by some unreadable emotion.
A livid scar mars the right side of your face.
You have hazel eyes.
You have black hair.
You are tall and lean for a human.
You look gorgeous.
You are in good shape.
You are extremely alert.

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You tell Brand in Quenya: Love you.
>You ram your elbow violently into Brand's throat.
Brand chokes and gasps for air.

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: Cemoch: if I see all of a sudden a line like "Avisa says in Common: wait a momdsfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff..." then I know your forehead hit the keyboard.

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*Logs*:
SheeP!
TorTure

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*Deaths*:

• Wolf in the forest, as a newbie.
• Another wolf, after a spar to unconsciousness with Hsparks.
• Walking into the Mantis Den
• Running away from a hobgoblin
• Flinds and Gnolls
• Were-wolves
• Walking into the river with my full armor
• Walking into the river with Brand's full armor
• ArboRea soldiers
• Moles
• A Darkelf who will remain unknown.
• Hobgoblin - blindfighting
• Amward Darkelf - neckrip
• Shadowca
• Amward Darkelf again - decapitation
• Ironhold Giants
• Undead in the Tundra
• Amward Darkelf again - neckrip
• Undead in the Tundra
• Highelves - slam - neckbreak
• Highelves - fall - kill
• Traps
• Amward Darkelf - decapitation
• Cauldron Giant - Ribcage break
• Elemental ... I know I'm missing a ton here.

*Kills*:

• Duncan, after he attacked Volog.
• ?? -- Hmm. I can't give out too much information, can I?

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*Comments*:

• let me tip on one that you cannot give out.. Raptor? (ehehhe) - Rap
• -gasp!- Avisa? Never! She's the most innocent and kind person ever! Bah! Lies! - poAvi