Description
Shadowed in constant darkness, a tiny figure in a long black
robe is before you. Her skin is pale white as if she hasnt seen
the sun in ages. Dressed more formally than most travelers, and
she carries himself in a manner befitting royalty, aloof and
arrogant, that is seen noticeable from a distance. Her eyes focus
with a dull colored grey color that do not reflect anything but
darkness. Dark black hair streaks down like a rushing waterfall
from her head all the way down to her knees, a tattered silver
band tied around her forehead. She seems to prefer maces at least
that's what you gather from the array of them stuffed in her sack.
Role
Background
Added Mon Aug 1 14:10:19 2005 at level 6:
Born into poverty in a dusty sewer, abandoned by her mother who was ashamed
by the half-breathen that she have given birth to, Zilopza never really
knew about love and warmth. Instead she learned how to tend herself first,
tend her own wounds, bruises and cuts that was a part of her daily life in
the orphonage. Walking the streets of Hamzah Mu'Taz everyday Zilopza saw the
life of the city, saw the wealthy merchants wearing fine silk skirts, the
guards patrolling in their fine armor. Zilopza envyed them, wanted to be
dressed in the same armor, the same bulking purse, so she started to earn a
bit of money on her craft, tending the wounds of soldiers coming in wounded
after hard battles, and then when tending their wounds, slip a few coins of
their pocket so the reward was secured.