Name: Aziza Deertracker
Age: 7
Class(es): Druid
Race: Wemic
Subrace (if applicable):
Alignment: N
G
Deity (if devoted):
Domains (if cleric):
Biography and Description: Born and raised on the Grasslands of Veapra, Aziza was trained early in the hunt, along with her siblings. They would spend days on end mock hunting game, (and each other)... practicing stealth, and moving in for the "kill". Of course, they never would try injuring each other, this was all in play, but sometimes, accidents would happen. In that case, the wemics would go to the spiritual leader of the pride, Amina, and get healing, both from her expertise in natural remedies, and a touch of nature's favor.
Aziza was very prone to injuries, so spent an inordinate amount of time at Amina's grove. She watched intently as Amina foraged for plants to make into medicinal cures. When she was cured of her present injuries, she wanted to go foraging with Amina to find more of these plants, maybe to help herself, but mostly because it was fascinating to her that plants, properly prepared, could offer so many cures for ailments.
Soon, it was if Amina was her adopted parent, even though her real parents were alive and well. They were more interested in the hunt, to gather food for the family. As the chores of gathering herbs and plants, weaving sticks, leaves, and branches, became second nature to Aziza, she heard word of a sacred grove on another island, a long long way off. Amina told her after her test of adulthood, she would be welcome to go there with her, but first she must prove herself in the hunt.
Finally, the day of the hunt arrived, Aziza was well-equipped with her shortbow and spears, wearing little except a bandolier and a quiver for her arrows. As the day progressed she heard a deer in the thicket and tracked it down. She watched intently as it stopped to drink at a stream, then bounded off. She stealthily followed it many miles, quietly observing it in it's own majestic way. It would be a pity if she had to kill such a magnificient beast, but tradition demanded it, anyhow deer was delicious! Her carnivorous body still demanded meat, even though she could survive for a time on vegetation. Remembering the deer in the thicket, Aziza decided to hide herself in a thicket, quietly laying in wait for her prey. Soon she heard a deer, nibbling at the leaves of the thicket, and she waited patiently, hoping her body's scent would not give her away. Minutes passed, soon half an hour. The deer became a little less skittish, and then Aziza pounced on it, quickly severing it's carotid artery. She had done it! She killed a deer by herself, now she was officially an adult.
After hauling the carcass out of the thicketed area, she brought it to her parents. They showed her how to skin it and prepare its meat for long term consumption, even though as a wemic, she could probably have eaten most of it that very day. She took some of the prepared meat to Amira, gifting it to her in honor of her spiritual teachings and being a substitute mother. This too was proper.
About a week passed, Amira said she was going to Nature's Shelter on Aryte, to gather some plants only found there, and invited Aziza along. Aziza gladly accepted. Both of them build and boarded a raft and set sail eastward, poling the raft around Girrac and towards Aryte, trying to keep the shoreline in sight. On the third night of the journey, a deep fog rolled in, making sight of the shore impossible. Carried northwards by ocean currents, Aziza and Amina were soon in the shipping lanes of the other people of the Sea of Scales. Suddenly, off in the distance, Amina spotted a ship with a flag that represented the outcasts of the sea... pirates. They poled frantically trying to stay unobserved, but as luck would have it, were spotted and persued relentlessly. Shortly thereafter, the pirates tried to scuttle the raft, Amina called on her nature-given powers and tried freeing the raft, but was unable to do so. Calling on her shapeshifting powers, Amina turned into a seagull and tried to fly away. Just then a crossbow bold whizzed through the air, killing her immediately. Aziza was helpless. The pirates captured her and sold her to some humans from Port Hempstead as a curiosity for their menagerie.
Aziza was in shock, she had lost her mentor, she was sold into slavery to people she couldn't even communicate with, her frail mind just couldn't hold on to consciousness any longer, so she fainted.
When she awoke, she slowly gathered her wits about her, and waited for nightfall... The she drew upon nature's gift to weaken her bonds and cause a deep fog to roll in. As silently as possible, she escaped from the menagerie, and into the wilderness around Port Hempstead.
Deity Disclaimer: since Aziza is a druid, she worships nature, not any deity of nature such as Katia, in fact, she does not even know of any of the deities.
Race disclaimer: as a wemic, Aziza is not familiar with any other languages of Layonara, including the common tongue. Her native tongue, wemic, is a variation of Fey. Aziza is also very wary of cities of any form, they just aren't natural to her.
