Salyrin Rootsten

Salyrin Rootsten (KANJI, ROMAJI) is a stoic and resolute woman who fully embodies what it means to be a native of the harsh and desolate Skaedi. As with many citizens she has no access to magic, or at the very least, no magic in the traditional sense of the word.
Raised by the splinter faction of the Skaedi populace, Salyrin was raised to be a huntress and reaver. Her life would become dedicated to plunder and killing the worst of the worst monsters out in the world. Or at least, that was what it was meant to be. Fighting under a warchief who had grown old and tired, he led numerous raids that were beyond a stomp, and ordering hutns that proved to be anything but challenging and for scrap sums, she came to a clear truth: He was old. He was stagnant. He was ill fit to lead. He had to die.
After challenging to single combat for the title of Warchief, she offered him the right to take three champions to fight alongside him. While more challenging with all of them in the ring, it was the right choice. She knew that there would be no honor or respect for killing an old man like him. After killing or beating them all into submission, she made swift work of the old geezer. Now claiming the title of Warchief they would move on to far more dangerous and far more glorious deeds. Even though the death of her father carries a weight upon her heart, she knew it was for the best. As he had once told her; A chief must be willing to make the hard choices for the good of the warband.
== Appearance ==
== Personality ==
Salyrin is a hardened and at times brutal woman, one who have attained a great amount of respect and reverence in her homeland for her diligence and strength. During a time when men and women of their tribe measured their power and strength in the amount of spoils gathered or the size of the animal they had slain, Salyrin came in with a single question which turned their whole culture upside down: "How many died?" When everyone answered after some questioning, she came to point at a small warband who had only brough back a pack of boars, hardly a difficult prey in most of their eyes, to which she proclaimed: "They suffered losses but still stand strong, they suffered and are stronger for it. They have brough more honor to this meeting than any of you."
Such was her distaste for the measuring of strength and valor through great sums or big kills, when what should matter is the difficulty of the kill. In her eyes, if too many died, it meant their tribe was weak, especially if they didn't bring their target down. If too few or none died, then that meant that their prey was too easy. She holds to this principle so well that if they kill something with too few casualties, she will not be satsified and will simply move on to the next kill without letting her men rest. Some have come to refer to her as a slavedriver, but fewer still have ever dared to say it to her face. Despite this harsh and almost cruel treatment, she holds nothing short but outmost respect from her men and she them in turn. Indeed, she holds her men in such esteem that one time when a fellow Warchief approached her camp to ask where their walls were, she simply replied by poiting to her men and saying: "These are my walls." In another instance, her chieftain asked her what she believes is too difficult a task to them, what entity or city is too much for them to bring down, she displayed a brazen amount of pride and confidence by stating: "Anything out of range." before thrusting her spear into the empty air.
She has proved to be quite ruthless with lives of her enemies so well as those of her kin. When she realized that her father did not lead them anywhere of import, not really biting off more than was necessary for their immediate survival. When they attempted at an assault against a city which cost them far more than they received for it, she became angry with her father and Warchief. Then she heard that the attack hadn't even been made by his orders but rather that of some upstart with too much energy in his legs, having grown tired of their lowly existence. This was the straw that broke the camels back. She was furious. What kind of Warchief could not reign in their own soldiers and keep them under control? Before long did she display the culmination of her anger and coldness when she thrust a dagger into her father's heart during a clan meeting. Taking control from that moment on despite only being a child of sixteen, she continued towards a future she deemed more fitting.
Despite this coldblooded disposition, one could not earnestly call her evil or discompassionate. Despite her anger, she had a lot of love and care for her father. A father who had lost his wife to a blackfrost season. She had always been by his side to offer comfort, kindness and aid when he needed it. It wasn't that she killed her father and warchief out of hate or disgust, but rather compassion, not simply for her clan whom she believed would suffer greatly if he continued his leadership. She also thought that he would be happier to move on and find comfort with his wife once more in the world beyond. While ruthless in her execution of it, she did what she did out of a love for her people, her father, mother and their memory. Even when raiding and plundering towns and harbors she makes it to her best ability to not harm anyone that could be considered harmless or innocent. Children most of all. Yet she is not deluded enough to think that there won't be moments and times when they will die all the same despite her best ability. She hates the idea of a life being snuffed before it has had its chance to live and shape its existence to their liking.
She may have been described as a brute and a vicious killer on many occasions, but when in the midst of those she trusts, such as her clan, she has shown a very compassionate, soft, and suprisingly feminine side of herself despite her harsh disposition. She enjoys to pamper and attend to her own self when the time and location permits for it. She is also quite restrained and held back in more intimate activities which can be a bit too common for her taste among her tribe. Yet even as a "vulnerable" version of herself, no one has ever dared to approach her for any such favors of activities. Not out of fear or reverence, but rather due to their undying respect for her.
She has made her stance very clear on disagreements in the camps. If there is a problem, bring it to her and she will defer judgement. If the issue is directly with her, bring it to her and discuss it. If it can't be discussed or solved then there can and will be only two options of approach; Fight her for the title or leave the clan. Salyrin detests the idea of losing members for any other reason than dying in battle against a worthy foe, however. Because the only other reason someone would be lost is for them to part from her warband, and as she sees it, the only reason they would do so is because they don't find her leadership sufficient.
All things considered, she does not hold a particular distaste or hatred for any nation or any one populace or race. She raids and pillages because that is what her people does, what makes them strong. Vroldafn would be the closest to a rivalry she would ever consider, mostly due to how they had treated her mother which eventually led to her banishment to Skaedi to die in the frozen lands. Even so, she is not angry over it to any greater extent, almost grateful for it honestly. For had they not sent her away, she would not have been born.
Salyrin is very much an animal person, though she is not one to interract with just about any animal. She only seeks the greatest, strongest and most efficient. Yet when she puts in the effort to tame a beast, she is always successful. She is also a person for simiplicity. She does not care much for superfluous words or names that does not really mean much in the grand scope of things. Some call her uninspired for this, but reality is that she thinks that actions and deeds are what matters, and that weird and unnecessary names only takes away from the simple and nitty gritty of things. Thus she has named her animals and weapons just as simplistic as she likes it, bordering onto just stating what they are rather than some deeper meaning.
Salyrin and her clan in general also have a complete disregard for anything holy and deified entities. She dreams of the day that she can live up to the standard set by the most legendary Skaedi reaver to have ever lived: Fenrus. The legendary Fenrus was a man, or woman, who lived a life of excessive killing, discovery and ever escalating challenges. This would eventually lead to the point where Fenrus would stand before an actual living deity and faced off against it in battle. Days of battle ensued untill Fenrus eventually stood victorious upon the corpse of the god. Salyrin's life goal is to defeat a deity of her own, and then, fight and suprass Fenrus itself. She belives that there is not greater being than man, and only man can overcome any obstacle.
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== Relationships ==
Fenix
Lejhon
Quon Rootsten
Aemelia Rootsten
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