Zyavea Dualstar

**Nation**
 **Born**
 **Titles**
 **Beliefs**
 **Signature**
 **Relatives**
* Veleane Dualstar (Mother)
 **Coat of Arms**

## Personality & Beliefs

Always the ever beacon of sunshine, the woman is something that may be considered by others… A little too optimistic. It’s gained her a name throughout a few different people, as well as being called ‘unsettling’ by others, but it’s not something that she lets get to her too much. She’s always one to look towards the brighter side of things, even in the darkest of places. She is a firm believer that while living in a world that’s always full of grief, despair, war and death, that there is always a time and place for a little flicker of light. If she managed to bring even the slightest hint of a smile, if even for the smallest amount of time, in a time where they may be feeling their most down, their lowest… It’s worth the time and effort that was brought into it. She is a firm believer that people are also made to who they are today. That no one just happened to wake up one day and decided to do evil things, or even good things. It’s their past, their hardships and the struggles they went through that brought them to the path they are on now. Everyone has a story and she’s always willing to listen and try to understand why people act the way they do, no matter what walk of life they come from.

Another notable thing that many people seem to pick up on rather easily is the fact that the woman can more often than not find beauty in all things. Having grown up in the wilds, able to freely roam around masses of open forest, she learned to appreciate all things in life. Everything works in a delicate balance to keep going, that everything has its own part to play within it all and when that balance is disrupted, normally the rest falls with it. She’s not one that’s mood is easily soured, nor is she one that hardly ever looks on the darker, more grim sides of life. No matter the creature, how big or small, ugly or appealing to the eye; everything is beautiful to her.

The woman is also a bit of a recluse. She tries to keep herself busy with things more often than not, having found that sitting around in one place too long often causes her some form of discomfort in one way or another. It might be with drawing, writing or reading in down time when she can’t find much of anything else to do, or might even be out traveling the world and trying to see what she can find and learn from it. Otherwise she tends to poke her nose in places it might not be welcomed, or exploring places and events that otherwise she wouldn’t be very likely to be. All in all, she’s always willing and ready to explore the unknown and learn things he hadn’t before, no matter how big or how small that might be.

## Description

Everything, from her head to her toes, seeming to just be… Small, for lack of a better term. The woman looks rather dainty, frail, perhaps coming from how she grew up and living on a more naturalistic lifestyle. From her collar bone, to her shoulders and even cheekbones, there are various points throughout the woman’s form that seem to be sunken, where skin meets taut against the bone and muscle that rest under. Despite this, however, she doesn’t seem to be sickly in any way. Or at the very least, she doesn’t act as such. She’s very, very short compared to many of her peers and more often than not is easily lost amongst the crowds she may find herself in. Even the clothes she wears seem to be loose fitting, despite them being for someone her size. The poor lass, someone who looks like they couldn’t hold their own in a fight and could easily be pushed over by the slightest hint of a gust or stray wind that came her way. Her skin is pale, something known to those on her more elven side, however even then it seems to be more so. Throughout, in spots of skin that could be spotted, seems to be peppered with freckles and other various blemishes of the like, otherwise she seems rather untouched. Small, old scars that have nearly faded away with time perhaps from her youth, but nothing that shows she’s ever seen a day of conflict or battle in her life.

Her head says about the same, pale skin that seemed to be flaked and peppered with those same freckles and marks throughout, though mostly on the lower side of her face, from the cheekbone and below. Her eyes are a ghostly, icy greyish blue, though without any of the glow that might have given away what the other half of her race might have been. In fact, the only thing that really gave away the woman being half-blood was the stubby, pointed ears that sat against her head. They were smaller, very much so, than an average elf, more round and yet… Slightly longer with pointed tips than a human. Otherwise she seemed to have gotten more from her human side, than the elf. Atop her head sets a full head of strawberry blonde hair, faded with the sun and yet still bright enough to show its true colors. More often than not, it’s pulled back into a small bun or ponytail, otherwise when let down it’s kept at shoulder length. It’s rare that she ever lets it grow out, however why is anyone's guess. Hiding away those pale eyes of hers are a set of glasses, half rimmed to better frame the shape of her face, however it becomes very clear… Very quickly that without them, she cannot see. Almost total blindness, that leaves the world blurry, making it hard to see anything aside from general outlines of things and blobbing together figures of colors and shapes.

As said before, her clothes are often loose fitting, aside from times of more noble affairs where she may instead wear dresses or other clothing that is more finely tailored to her build. When out and about, the woman seems to wear whatever she so wishes, without a care in the world how others may see or think of her because of such. In fact, it’s often said that in these times, it’s hard to tell if the woman has any sort of noble blood in her at all, choosing to instead dress as a commoner, or someone you’d expect to be out doing some sort of field research. When the time comes for her to dress more proper, however, she can be seen wearing mostly purple dresses or robes, adored with her family's crest.

## Biography

In her early life, things were fairly simple for the woman. When she was young, her mother and father both ran a farm on the outskirts of Duskwood, though with it, there was little time for them to properly raise a family as they so liked, as well as them hardly making ends meet. When the news came that their first, and what would come to be only, child was soon to come, they decided that other things needed to be set into motion. Before his retirement, her father was one of the well known rangers of his kind; something he thought he would leave behind and in his past, though with money being tight he decided to take what he had learned from his time there and use it for the better of his blossoming family. The deep woods that surrounded their home was filled to the brim with opportunities. A plethora of wildlife, mines and quarries filled with untouched and untapped minerals, as well as many different forms of plant life that were hard to find in other regions of the Kingdoms.

With his expansion into this new and unexplored area, is where he finally made his fortune and once more came into terms with noble life. For quite some time, he was the only one there that called these lands his own hunting grounds and under the advice and watchful eye of the Kingdom, he was awarded the land with terms of keeping it as it was, making sure that the supplies that came from it were to not run dry, as well as putting him in charge of making sure that when the times came that the other regions and lands around were able to get such supplies from there when so needed. Over time more people trickled in and the trade grew, however with his agreement that came with the signing of the land, there were few that were allowed to settle there, allowing for but a single small town towards the entrance of the mass of land, where mostly all dealings would take place; aside from the few rare instances where outsiders were granted access to hunting outpost within the wilds there.

Most of Zyavea’s young life was spent here, within the wilds and learning the lay of the land on her own terms. Learning of all the animals, plants and creatures within that called this plot of land home. It became her own home away from home and to those that lived in the town, she became more known as a wild-child, rather than that of a noble. There was very little time she spent following her parents around to any of the big meetings that were held, or any of the parties and affairs that came with the lands. Nor did she care much for the money that came along with it, or the perks of having that ability to live a comfortable lifestyle. Most of her concern came with who came to the lands because of what was known about it, how long they were staying and how long it would be until they would leave. She learned to track the hunters that would make their way through the forest, warding off animals there to spare some few lives, while other times to simply better know the routes they would take and what they would look for while they were out there searching.

As time went on and she came of age, there was no less time that she had spent out there, but more so less time she spent pretending to be one of the wild animals that lived there. She found refuge within those forests and woods, claiming little outcoves and abandoned outposts as her own, where she would amass and store books that might come through or that outsiders would bring in for trade, or simply those of their own; willing to trade things she might have found. She took up drawing, sketching and painting, though it never seemed to be that of people that passed through or those that held some sort of importance. Instead, it was that of the scenery, landscapes and animals she would find within her own travels, something for her to keep and touch, without putting a hand on the delicate balance that the wild there found.

It wasn’t too far off that tragedy struck however, as it seems to do with many of the lives within this world they find themselves in. There was news of a plague, things encroaching on the lands and with the titles and terms that her father had gained, he brought in other hunters to wander into the wilds with him to try and take care of the threat. What was done was, well… Taken care of, for the most part, but not without its losses. There were men lost during this skirmish, as well as her father falling deathly ill. An illness that was passed to her mother as well, leaving her alone with both finally succumbed to such. With this loss, name something that the woman had never thought she would need to deal with. The land, the title of the house and everything that came with it was left to her, and her alone to deal with. It was a massive hit to the woman, seeming her whole life was spent trying to avoid such things, now all of it dropped into her lap without a second thought, for her to deal with and try to figure out on her own. There were struggles and it was a rather hard thing for her to adapt to, but she managed to get it done for the most part with the help of her cousin who had a claim over land not too far away from their own.

In times where she isn’t dealing with that part of her life, she still thrives and wishes to be out in the wilds. To explore and learn all that she can about what the lands have to offer and what things make their home there. She met up with a mercenary man that was in need of aid within her lands, one that she saved from one of the vicious creatures within, that she now finds herself accompanying and traveling about within her free time.

## Titles

### Baroness of Uveton

Zyavea is the baroness of Uveton, a large area of wildlands within Duskwood

## House

Zyavea is currently the head of House Dualstar, known for its amass of hunting and natural resources.

## Relationships

* Erilien Dualstar (Father)
* Veleane Dualstar (Mother)
* Karamon Collier (Work Partner/Personal Guard)
* Nicolette Sawyer (Cousin)