Zera
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*Bear Brawl: 2019 | *Bear Brawl: 2019 | ||
*[[Prelude]]: 2018, 2019, 2022, 2023<br> | *[[Prelude]]: 2018, 2019, 2022, 2023<br> | ||
| − | *Oktoberfest: [[Oktoberfest 2019|2019]], [[Oktoberfest 2022|2022]]<br> | + | *Oktoberfest: [[Oktoberfest 2019|2019]], [[Oktoberfest 2022|2022]]<br> : 2023 |
*[[Eriador Halloween]]: 2018, 2019 | *[[Eriador Halloween]]: 2018, 2019 | ||
*Wreck the Halls: 2020 | *Wreck the Halls: 2020 | ||
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*I don’t remember much about my family, I remember my clan’s horror at me and my mother fighting them off to protect me while my brother and I hid behind her. My brother was normal, with dark hair and black stripes and my mother led her small clan. They said that I’m a curse, a sign of hatred from [[Marjack]]. Some claimed I was a favorite of Ankha while the others said I put the clan in danger because I cannot blend into my surroundings. My mother never agreed that I’m a curse and never believed in religion or superstition, saying it makes us weak, but she couldn’t deny that I can’t hunt or hide well, so she cast me out, knowing I would die. I set out into the nearby woods not knowing how to hunt or track and completely alone. | *I don’t remember much about my family, I remember my clan’s horror at me and my mother fighting them off to protect me while my brother and I hid behind her. My brother was normal, with dark hair and black stripes and my mother led her small clan. They said that I’m a curse, a sign of hatred from [[Marjack]]. Some claimed I was a favorite of Ankha while the others said I put the clan in danger because I cannot blend into my surroundings. My mother never agreed that I’m a curse and never believed in religion or superstition, saying it makes us weak, but she couldn’t deny that I can’t hunt or hide well, so she cast me out, knowing I would die. I set out into the nearby woods not knowing how to hunt or track and completely alone. | ||
I walked for what felt like years, sometimes running after a mouse or squirrel, failing every time to catch it until I heard noises up ahead. I saw these pink things, I think mom called them pinkies and that they are food. They saw me and decided that I’d be their “pet.” I think that means that they’d feed me, and they did. They set me down in their “house” next to a tiny pinky for me to eat! How kind! I quickly ate it and left to adventure, after all, we are nomads. I heard the pinkies scream, obviously in joy that I accepted their offering. | I walked for what felt like years, sometimes running after a mouse or squirrel, failing every time to catch it until I heard noises up ahead. I saw these pink things, I think mom called them pinkies and that they are food. They saw me and decided that I’d be their “pet.” I think that means that they’d feed me, and they did. They set me down in their “house” next to a tiny pinky for me to eat! How kind! I quickly ate it and left to adventure, after all, we are nomads. I heard the pinkies scream, obviously in joy that I accepted their offering. | ||
Revision as of 02:18, 16 January 2024
Name: Zera
Pronouns: She/They
Realm: Tir Asleen - former Realm President (Spring 2020 - Spring 2022)
Unit: The Mirage of Havoc
Race: Albino Gnoll (Striped)
Fighting Since: Fall 2018
Events Attended
- Melcaorme: 2019, 2023
- Rhun in June: 2019
- Bear Brawl: 2019
- Prelude: 2018, 2019, 2022, 2023
- Oktoberfest: 2019, 2022
: 2023 - Eriador Halloween: 2018, 2019
- Wreck the Halls: 2020
- Lore
- I don’t remember much about my family, I remember my clan’s horror at me and my mother fighting them off to protect me while my brother and I hid behind her. My brother was normal, with dark hair and black stripes and my mother led her small clan. They said that I’m a curse, a sign of hatred from Marjack. Some claimed I was a favorite of Ankha while the others said I put the clan in danger because I cannot blend into my surroundings. My mother never agreed that I’m a curse and never believed in religion or superstition, saying it makes us weak, but she couldn’t deny that I can’t hunt or hide well, so she cast me out, knowing I would die. I set out into the nearby woods not knowing how to hunt or track and completely alone.
I walked for what felt like years, sometimes running after a mouse or squirrel, failing every time to catch it until I heard noises up ahead. I saw these pink things, I think mom called them pinkies and that they are food. They saw me and decided that I’d be their “pet.” I think that means that they’d feed me, and they did. They set me down in their “house” next to a tiny pinky for me to eat! How kind! I quickly ate it and left to adventure, after all, we are nomads. I heard the pinkies scream, obviously in joy that I accepted their offering.
