Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/
Sarriya
Sarriya
| Name | Sarriya |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Wanderer |
| Age | Young |
| Race | Man |
|---|---|
| Residence | Bree-land |
| Kinship |
| Outward Appearance | Sarriya, a girl standing a lovely five foot three, little for her age of eighteen, but she stands with proudly. A jester's gleam in her eyes; often dancing with the light of mischievousness, but not so much so that seriousness eludes her completely. Her hair is a light golden, much like the color of barley, though holding undertones of copper, if it catches the light right. Always seeming to be messy and uncombed, her hair often covers the majority of the left side of her face, as if she simply didn't care for her own appearance. Slimly built, though not showing signs of a sedentary life style, her smaller form would do well in agile situations, if one had to assume her occupation. Quick, due to a large amount of time spent wandering, she is still not yet completely incapable of protecting herself, though she would have difficulty holding her own against too many, or too over-powered (compared to her) opponents. Yet, she likes armor in a day-to-day life style, preferring leather armor, if it must be worn, or simple tunics instead. Tanned, her appearance shows much time spent outdoors, still youthful in her young age. Her smile, though perhaps less seen by strangers or people she's uncomfortable with, is bright, holding a childish gleam whenever someone is graced by it. Were someone unaware of her true age, one might assume her to be younger due to this outward demeanor; childish, a bit of a jester, and often lacking a graceful appearance that a young lady should perhaps hold. Freckled cheeks, and a clear voice, often switching between fancy, accented, or unaccented words, she does not seem a sickly, nor odd, unless someone should behold the full view of her face. The left side of her face, from the top of her forehead, down across the bridge of her nose, and ending at her jaw, past the corner of her lips, expanding to the edge of her ear, would be covered in a large amount of old scars, as if her face had been burned long ago. Deformed, especially at her cheek bone, where it seemed to have been the most intently burned spot. Though it was no longer a bright red, instead a rather bright pink, it is the most noticeable feature about her, thought she does her best to hide it around unknown faces. |
|---|
Background
Even from the start, one could consider Sarriya's life to be rather... chaotic. Though she was a healthy enough child, her family was soon split as her mother left the family when Sarriya was no more than two; though her blood father remained in custody of her. Not knowing any different, as she grew, Sarriya was content to join her father on his adventures as a merchant, as it often took her many places, even if it was within the safety of the same wagon-driven roads as many others. For a while, her life was happy. But roads are dangerous places, especially when the night hits, and unsavory characters come looking for easy targets.
Orphaned at six, Sarriya, along with the help of a less-than-willing chaperone, made her way into Bree, where she spent the next few years in the Beggar's Alley, alone, and desperate, surviving only off the charity of others, and of her own developed skills in thievery.
Adopted for the first time at thirteen, by Gerwolf, she learned the mannerisms and skills of a proper young lady; how to read and write, and sew, as well as find a more eloquent way of speaking, though she rarely uses it anymore. However, not finding them to be of her true interest, and not truly fitting in with the life of a Noble family, she felt out of place and disconnected with her adoptive relations.
However, after a less than savory event, and meeting her new-found friend Kitty, Sarriya traveled towards Evendim, where she soon met Gerfor. Gerfor and Sarriya became fast friends. Her connection, closer to him than to Gerwolf, eventually led Sarriya to fall under the wing of Gerfor, who took her back to Bree, where she and him joined under the Bloody Dawn. It was here she gained more of her self confidence back, as well as some very handy skills in swordplay from both Gerfor and Fiontann. It was also where she considered Gerfor to be her true father, as he was the one to watch after her, and guide her the right way.
All that glitters is not gold, it appeared, and soon Sarriya was met with another fate. Being orphaned again. Taking it rather hard, she disappeared from Bree-Land for quite some years. Returning once, she found a place with Fiontann again with the Fateless Wanderers, but soon left again as she still had not found her grounding.
Many years later, and much more matured, Sarriya returns once more to join under the Black Steel, waiting to see what life is going to throw at her next.
All the gaps in details can be found out IC.
| Friends | Fiontann, Catilyn, and others. |
|---|---|
| Relatives | Gerfor, deceased. Others NPCs or Unknown |
| Rivals/Enemies | N/A |
| Loves | Strawberry pie, and the great outdoors. |
|---|---|
| Hates | Pompous people, among a large variety of other such nuisances. |
| Motivation | To take one day at a time and... live! |
| Quotes |
