Ciera
Name: Ciera
Age: 20
Skills: sword use, small game trapping, foraging, magic
Info: Ciera comes from a small village, somewhat barbaric by civilized standards. Her father was a sub-chief that always led groups to raid nearby villages and towns. Her mother came for such a raid that her father took a liking to and kept for himself, one of about four. Her mother was the only one to give him a daughter, and only one child. The rest gave him sons aplenty.
Ciera grew up watching the other women of her father’s treat her mother like less than dung lying on the ground. She learned at a young age that they were actually afraid of her mother because she was a user of magics. Her mother taught her magic when she turned about six, though what she really wanted to learn was swords. Of which she had asked her father once to teach her, and was laughed at.
Pissed at the reaction form the man who barely acknowledged her existence, she was determined to learn in spite of him. She would hide nearby as her brothers were taught and listen close and watch even closer. At first she used branches she found to practice with, eventually finding a cast off sword that suited her.
In the meantime, when she wasn’t doing that, or other things required of a girl child in the village, her lessons in magic progressed rather fast. Her mother was both pleased and worried. By about twelve, her mother could teach her no more, and that gave Ciera more time with her private sword practicing. During one such practice, she accidently discovered that she could both make her own spells, and combine it with sword use. Startled and a bit scared, she suspended all practices as she mulled over what happened. After a week though, she was back to practicing and now combining the two.
At about sixteen, she presented herself to the practice area and demanded to be allowed to prove herself. Her father and the other sub-chiefs laughed until she drew her sword and stood in a challenging position. Being her father’s whelp, he had to accept and put her in her place.
They fought long and hard, neither being easy on the other. In spite of themselves, the other sub chiefs were impressed. Her father was shocked that she hadn’t caved in the first engagement, but still determined to put her in her place, until he was brought down by both a well-executed counter move, and a burst of magic from her hand that pinned him to the ground, allowing her sword tip to come to rest ay his throat.
Looking down, she saw both fear and anger in her father’s eyes, and hear it in the murmurs around her. Contempt rose in her, and with a quick twist of her wrist, she cut a piece of his shirt off and then bent down to grab the scrap. She turned on her heel, wiping the sword off and sheathing it. No one stopped her as she walked away from that village. She has been wandering ever since, not sure just what she’s looking for.
Age: 20
Skills: sword use, small game trapping, foraging, magic
Info: Ciera comes from a small village, somewhat barbaric by civilized standards. Her father was a sub-chief that always led groups to raid nearby villages and towns. Her mother came for such a raid that her father took a liking to and kept for himself, one of about four. Her mother was the only one to give him a daughter, and only one child. The rest gave him sons aplenty.
Ciera grew up watching the other women of her father’s treat her mother like less than dung lying on the ground. She learned at a young age that they were actually afraid of her mother because she was a user of magics. Her mother taught her magic when she turned about six, though what she really wanted to learn was swords. Of which she had asked her father once to teach her, and was laughed at.
Pissed at the reaction form the man who barely acknowledged her existence, she was determined to learn in spite of him. She would hide nearby as her brothers were taught and listen close and watch even closer. At first she used branches she found to practice with, eventually finding a cast off sword that suited her.
In the meantime, when she wasn’t doing that, or other things required of a girl child in the village, her lessons in magic progressed rather fast. Her mother was both pleased and worried. By about twelve, her mother could teach her no more, and that gave Ciera more time with her private sword practicing. During one such practice, she accidently discovered that she could both make her own spells, and combine it with sword use. Startled and a bit scared, she suspended all practices as she mulled over what happened. After a week though, she was back to practicing and now combining the two.
At about sixteen, she presented herself to the practice area and demanded to be allowed to prove herself. Her father and the other sub-chiefs laughed until she drew her sword and stood in a challenging position. Being her father’s whelp, he had to accept and put her in her place.
They fought long and hard, neither being easy on the other. In spite of themselves, the other sub chiefs were impressed. Her father was shocked that she hadn’t caved in the first engagement, but still determined to put her in her place, until he was brought down by both a well-executed counter move, and a burst of magic from her hand that pinned him to the ground, allowing her sword tip to come to rest ay his throat.
Looking down, she saw both fear and anger in her father’s eyes, and hear it in the murmurs around her. Contempt rose in her, and with a quick twist of her wrist, she cut a piece of his shirt off and then bent down to grab the scrap. She turned on her heel, wiping the sword off and sheathing it. No one stopped her as she walked away from that village. She has been wandering ever since, not sure just what she’s looking for.