Amya

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Amya
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Amya
  • Nicknames: Ams or A
  • Race: Canine/Humanoid
  • Age: 28
  • Size: Slim
  • Body Type: Petite
  • Height: 5'2
  • Weight: 101
  • Complexion: Snowy White
  • Hair: Red
  • Eyes: Deep Emerald Green
  • Scars: One running vertically from her left armpit to her waist.
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Quiet and withdrawn

• Description

  Occupation:
  Owner of Tavern & Inn of the Lonely :: Whispering Willows
  
  Spoken Languages:
  Common, English, Spanish, French, Drow
  
  Vulnerabilities:
  Wasps, ants, mold
  
  Weaknesses:
  A good book, bubble baths, men
  
  Hobbies:
  Drawing and playing the piano
  
  Tattoos:
  A single pale blue rose on her right hip.
  
  Piercings:
  Two holes in each ear.
  
  Jewelry:
  - One aquamarine gem that matches the tone of her eyes on a thin silver chain.
  - A crescent moon pendent with two small diamonds on a delicate silver chain.
  - Heavy chain of silver with the crest of Valderyon - A kite shield with dual bloody scythes crossed, adorned with a bloody skull that has two horns on the front, one of the horns broken.
  - A smooth piece of amber set in a silver catch on a silver chain.
  - White gold ring with a prismatic-cut diamond, off-setted by amber and opal.
  
  Clothing:
  Mostly Amya can be seen dressing in a plain, black, pants outfit. Threads of silk rest upon her miniature frame; the fabric encasing her figure, clinging lightly to her slim curves. The shirt is a collared, button down, that reaches past her waist. Usually the top two buttons are left undone. Occasionally one might find her in a green riding dress.
  
  Furc Description:
  Threads of raven silk rested upon miniature frame; the fabric encasing a slender figure, clinging lightly to slim curves. Serious orbs of jade, a clear gaze that seemed to hold so much, peered through wisps of burnished ruby locks, those loose strands framing a heart-shaped face. About the graceful curve of a pale neck lay two delicate silver chains, each one holding gifts; a single aquamarine gem which reflected the tones of her eyes, and a silver crescent moon containing two tiny diamonds. Mixed with them another chain of silver, a pendant of amber, nestled nearly unseen in cleavage beneath her shirt.

• Biography

  For the most part Amya led a generally happy life. She was an only child, born to Drako and Narasan Sylvan. After growing up she began to travel, circulating around Kasuria and exploring. She worked where she could..and being a female it wasn't that easy.. Most of the jobs she took were as barmaids. A few times she was even lucky enough to work in a noble household. Everything was short lived, and Amya vowed that someday she would have a place to call her own.
  
  Every copper she earned went into a jar she kept hidden away. After a few years she managed to save up enough, not much, but enough to open the beginnings of her place. The Tavern of the Lonely. Back then it was a mere one room really, with her own accommodations in the back. But it was a start. It was around this time she met her first love.. Skye Whitewind. Of course, she didn't know it then. He came looking for a position within her humble little tavern and she gave it to him. His dedication and loyalty were soon rewarded with the ever coveted manager position of the place.
  
  Business was good to start and before long she had enough earnings to add on to the tavern, making it into an inn. All along the way Skye was there helping her. Their relationship blossomed from the simple business one to something of a friendship, and it evolved to even more over the years. For awhile everything was great. The Tavern & Inn of the Lonely was moving smoothly, had gathered a regular crowd, and life was generally good.
  
  With the good the bad must always come.. Isn't that always how it is? The bad started first with Skye disappearing without a word. Amya feared him for dead and had all but withdrew into herself. A year later he returned..with some oh so lovely tales to be told. Things swiftly heated up and marriage was proposed, a date set. Marriages are supposed to be happy affairs, right? Pft, fat chance there.. The day of her wedding Amya received the news of her husband to be's death, devastating her.
  
  After that day she seemed not to care anymore. Rarely did she even venture out of her room in the tavern. Nothing more than a ghost it seemed to most. All around her her business began to fail, even with the attempts of help from friends. It would be more than 6 months before she began to be slip out of her room. Slowly reality seeped in and her eyes began to see the desolation around here. Her dream, her business, was dying all because she hadn't cared enough.
  
  With a new resolve on life Amya attempted to emerge from the shell she had locked herself within, and for awhile things seemed to be going good. Business began to pick up a little, and she still continued to tuck away earnings for a renovation in the future. Little by little she had work done on the tavern, building and adding more as she could pay for it. She even had a brief romance, though fears of being deserted left her vulnerable and unable to open completely. It was hard for her to forget Skye.
  
  The male though did leave her with a promise that if she ever needed him he'd be there.. But that promise would be broken as so many others had been over the years. With him she was left with nothing more than a heavy chain of silver with the crest of Valderyon - A kite shield with dual bloody scythes crossed, adorned with a bloody skull that has two horns on the front, one of the horns broken. Supposedly with that he'd be able to find her anywhere.
  
  It was shortly after that dalliance that her life took an unexpected turn.. Within her tavern where she was supposed to be safe evil struck. For some reason that still remains unknown to her this day Amya was snatched and kidnapped, along with a little child, carried off to an unknown location locked within a ships cellar. More than 6 months passed with the small group locked away. Certainly a harrowing experience.
  
  One might wonder..where were anyone to help her and the child? With every passing day her despair had grown to the point she hardly expected anyone to come for her. Somewhere down the line Amya was separated from her cell mate, her captor taking her away.. If asked she won't say what happened to her in the days between her separation and her own escape.. She won't even tell how she managed to extract herself from the captor's hold.
  
  But escape she did eventually, with no help to anyone she knew or thought would come. When she returned home Amya became a hermit, locking herself away in seclusion, her business boarded up. After that experience she didn't want to see anyone. She hardly wanted to live. Each day was harder than the last, depression swirling her into its deep dark depths.
  
  It would be more than a year later before Amya would come to the conclusion that this wasn't how life should be. Fear and depression shouldn't rule it. What ever happened to her little dream of running a place? She emerged from her secluded home with full intent of rebuilding once more. A fresh start. The Tavern & Inn of the Lonely was rechristened Whispering Willows Inn and Amya set out to start again. Her personality had changed much since the incidents. She still remained quite a withdrawn person, shying away from most physical contact. But she wouldn't let that stop her from building up again. And with the right people surrounding her, by her side, to help her, Amya would do just that.
  
  As time passed, Amya did indeed rebuild. Her life seemed to blossom. But, as with everything, things fell apart once more. Life. Funny thing. Always with it's ups and downs. Again, spirit broken, she retreated to solitude. This times nearly three years would go by before the shy creature would attempt to re-emerge. Would this time be any different? All Amya knew was that she wouldn't let herself fall for anyone. Not this time. It seemed that every time she let herself feel, disaster would strike, taking those she loved from her. Solution? Don't love.