Name: Zanith Hyan (may I just say that all of these races are very nicely fleshed out)
Nicknames: None, really. She's been in mostly professional situations with little to no social life.
Gender: Female (i looked and couldn't see if plant people had different genders?)
Race: Baigrus (Subspecies: Venogrus)
Class: Rogue? Thief? DPS? ??? (send help I straight up don't understand this part)
Age: 29 years old.
Basic Appearance: Zanith is a deep purple with multiple flowers of a duller lighter shade dotting her. However, she also wears a cloak and bands of fabric, entirely to cover up the yellow stripes on herself with the darker material. Extra care has obviously been put into keeping attention on those corrosive claws, with small silver bands bent around the bases of them.
Zanith isn't terribly tall nor short for, remarkably average on that count. Other then the previously mentioned cloak, she depends almost entirely on a large amount of removable flowers for clothing. She only has one permanent flower, which is placed directly above her left eye.
Hometown: Placo
Relationship Status: Completely lacking in social life, remember? (I honestly have no strong feelings about romance. This plot doesn't seem romantically inclined, but if it makes sense, shrug, why not?)
Background: Zanith Hyan left her hometown in a bit of a kerfuffle. She had spent most of her life up to that point as a prison guard for the country's largest prison, keeping order and ignoring insults and remarks by both the prisoners and her fellow guards. It was fine, and if it had just stayed like that and that was it, she'd still be working there.
Of course, those signing up for adventuring opportunities outside not only their own town, but country hasn't exactly gotten a simple hand in life. The thing was, Zanith had a small secret. She slid from the norm by consistently spending time to give offerings Lady Toxera. Now, this wasn't illegal, persay, but simply judged more, even including her being a Baigrus. The real problem is that she credited Toxera in playing a more important role in her creation and life then the wizards who combined the ingredients for them.
That… wasn't illegal, either, but it was treated like it. Which is why Zanith had spent so long trying to keep that part of her otherwise perfectly rule following and neutral self away from the public eye. However, it obviously had inevitably slipped among the community. Zanith had been a prison guard long enough to know that when a rumor started and began to spread and there was solid truth, you got the hell out of there. Being otherwise uninteresting, she didn't have much to pack, and quickly went to buy a train ticket.
Although it seemed a bit excessive, she decided to leave the country as well. Find someplace where not only she could get a fresh start, but she could practice what she wanted to without such intense hatred. As much as she almost went off without a hitch, she didn't budget well, and buying a plot of land somewhere and calling it a lifetime would be much harder without some extraneous money. If only she could get a job with people who didn't know what she was, compared to those who knew too well…
Extra Info:
i am uncreative and cannot think of any, good day
Nicknames: None, really. She's been in mostly professional situations with little to no social life.
Gender: Female (i looked and couldn't see if plant people had different genders?)
Race: Baigrus (Subspecies: Venogrus)
Class: Rogue? Thief? DPS? ??? (send help I straight up don't understand this part)
Age: 29 years old.
Basic Appearance: Zanith is a deep purple with multiple flowers of a duller lighter shade dotting her. However, she also wears a cloak and bands of fabric, entirely to cover up the yellow stripes on herself with the darker material. Extra care has obviously been put into keeping attention on those corrosive claws, with small silver bands bent around the bases of them.
Zanith isn't terribly tall nor short for, remarkably average on that count. Other then the previously mentioned cloak, she depends almost entirely on a large amount of removable flowers for clothing. She only has one permanent flower, which is placed directly above her left eye.
Hometown: Placo
Relationship Status: Completely lacking in social life, remember? (I honestly have no strong feelings about romance. This plot doesn't seem romantically inclined, but if it makes sense, shrug, why not?)
Background: Zanith Hyan left her hometown in a bit of a kerfuffle. She had spent most of her life up to that point as a prison guard for the country's largest prison, keeping order and ignoring insults and remarks by both the prisoners and her fellow guards. It was fine, and if it had just stayed like that and that was it, she'd still be working there.
Of course, those signing up for adventuring opportunities outside not only their own town, but country hasn't exactly gotten a simple hand in life. The thing was, Zanith had a small secret. She slid from the norm by consistently spending time to give offerings Lady Toxera. Now, this wasn't illegal, persay, but simply judged more, even including her being a Baigrus. The real problem is that she credited Toxera in playing a more important role in her creation and life then the wizards who combined the ingredients for them.
That… wasn't illegal, either, but it was treated like it. Which is why Zanith had spent so long trying to keep that part of her otherwise perfectly rule following and neutral self away from the public eye. However, it obviously had inevitably slipped among the community. Zanith had been a prison guard long enough to know that when a rumor started and began to spread and there was solid truth, you got the hell out of there. Being otherwise uninteresting, she didn't have much to pack, and quickly went to buy a train ticket.
Although it seemed a bit excessive, she decided to leave the country as well. Find someplace where not only she could get a fresh start, but she could practice what she wanted to without such intense hatred. As much as she almost went off without a hitch, she didn't budget well, and buying a plot of land somewhere and calling it a lifetime would be much harder without some extraneous money. If only she could get a job with people who didn't know what she was, compared to those who knew too well…
Extra Info:
i am uncreative and cannot think of any, good day