Esarys the Vestlander

Esarys

Female Tiefling

Player: Gallant

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General Information
Full Name:	Esaryvalanthras
Nicknames:	Esarys, Essy, Es, Hooves
Age:	19
Deity:	Frey
Alignment:	LG LN LE NG TN NE CG CN CE
Occupation:	Manual Labor
Faction/Rank:	N/A
Place of Birth:	Landersfjord, Vestland, Mystara
Physical Attributes
Height:	5'0"
Weight:	176lbs
Eyes:	Green
Hair:	Drk Brown
Complexion:	Ruddy
Physical Build:	Stocky
Physical Features:	Horse-like hooves, Short Hair, Thick Legs
Skills
She is a proficient (mundane) healer, with a lot of woods-lore and woods-knowledge regarding herbs and plants, and is, as she puts it, 'Very Strong'.
Equipment and Items
She usually wears medium armor with her legs mostly bare, and prefers to carry two-handed axes or halberds, owing to her ease of use of those mighty weapons.

Overview

Esarys is a tiefling barbarian with a lot of strength and a stocky build, with thick and muscled thighs, leading into furry horse-like hooves, which are shod in iron. She frequently introduces herself as 'good at lifting things' - and this is reasonably true.

She has a speech impediment that comes from a natural, inherent understanding of Abyssal, which was her first language from the womb, which makes Common her second hard-won language rather than her first. Most people find her accent and speech pattern to indicate she is childish or stupid.

Like some tieflings, she has an unnerving smell, somewhere between a wet dog and an over-lathered mare that's just finished a marathon, but despite this she seems generally upbeat.

She's just one of the many berks in Sigil, cutter.

Personality

Past the peculiar way that Esarys speaks, she is actually fairly sharp, and quick to learn, rather than stupid at all - though the way she speaks often makes her come off as immature or childish. She is aware of this, and more or less resigned to it as the cost of interacting with other people.

She has the freeholder's self-starting industry, preferring physical tasks she can accomplish personally to reliance upon other people. In general, she is a nice person until she is pissed off, and when she is pissed off she is incredibly petty and conniving when not outright violent. This is less a product of her biology, and more a result of an extremely solitary lifestyle in a harsh wilderness.

Brief History =

Birth and Youth

When Esarys was born, she was named after a White Dragon that inhabited the mountain range of Trollheim, in Vestland, by the Jarl Ignalf, a major freeholder in the region. Her mother, Adjantha, was a freewoman whom the Jarl had fallen in love with, but who was thereafter accused of witchcraft and exiled. Ignalf could not bring himself to kill her, or his bastard child, and so she and her mother were sent to the Trollheim Frontier, following a decree that anyone who could hold the land at the base of the mountains could keep it with full rights thereof.

Esarys led a harsh and solitary early life. Her mother, having come from further down the southern coasts, was ill equipped to weather the heavy winters and dark horizons of their home, but traded herblore for basic necessities and became something of a woods-healer, teaching her daughter what she knew of the trade. Whether Esarys, a tiefling with abyssal heritage, was any more or less vicious or cunning or cruel than her peers, she never had the chance to learn - they avoided her. Her mother was patient. And she spent most of her time in the forests and the mountains, getting into trouble where no-one could bother to judge what type.

The Ruins of Trollheim

Esarys turned seventeen the year that her mother died of a fever that would not break, and found that she was not welcome in the small hamlet's and villages that her mother had frequented. Healer or not, no one wanted to be seen or to purchase herbs from a woman with a horse's legs who stank like witchcraft, so Esarys left her home and became a porter, more often taking the role of a packmule than a driver or a guard, being much stronger than any normal man or woman in the area.

The trolls chose that year to burn out the settlements, so Esarys picked up an axe and set about grinding it against them, which seemed like a profession more scarily suited to her nature than she or any of her few employers were comfortable with. A great axe could hue the beasts, and fire would shrivel them, and Esarys was a woman who could fight within burning treelines.

Returning to her mother's home, she cut two more years out of a barren soil and an oppressive loneliness, until finally deciding that she had been dealt too difficult a life by fate and ventured into the woods following the flight of her namesake, the White Dragon as an omen. It just felt like time.

She entered Trollheim in her best militia mail, with a sharp axe and painted green in woad. Her hooves clicked on the bare frozen cave stone, echoing her down as she navigated her way to an old ruin said to be sacred to the trolls. There she read a language she had spoken from birth and opened a portal, going out to seek the beast, being, or witch, that had cursed her mother to exile and herself to isolated misery.

It just happened that portal led to Sigil.