Post by Erlina Blomgren on Apr 6, 2019 13:12:41 GMT -5
ERLINA BLOMGREN
The Character
Name: Erlina Blomgren
Nicknames: Erly
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Race: Elf
Rank: Commoner
Job: Florist
Personality: Very sweet, Erlina is most likely the epitome of innocence and pureness. She is cheerful and upbeat almost all the time, or happy for the most part. It is rare to find her in a sad state of mind. She is rather hopeful, especially pertaining to ideals even though she is desperately poor. She believes that the gods have given the gift of life and that it shouldn’t be put to waste. She enjoys making others happy as well. But when asked about her eye… she gets rather solemn, as she prefers not to discuss the history behind it.
History: Hailing from the southwest of Zikhsot, the farming community of Ronresla, Erlina was born to a pair of farmers. She was a happy child, which brought much happiness to both of her parents. They were not the richest farmers, but they were happy, had a nice family and a bountiful harvest almost every year. That was enough to suffice. They lived on the outskirts, slightly distant from the rest of the community but she often would play within the fields. Her parents were kind, allowing her to run through the fields of crops until sundown as they worked. She didn’t have too many friends, but there was always the occasional animal that she would chase. But she was content with everything she had. She had the most loving parents. Bright sunny days and everyday to play in.
Little did she know, all of it would end soon.
It was one night, just one night, an average summer’s night in which it all happened. The little girl was resting in her bed until she heard some noises. It stirred her from her slumber and she got up to go and investigate. But she then heard her parents screaming. Her blue eyes widened and she immediately rushed to the scene. She could even smell the scent of smoke. Fire. Their little wooden house was being burnt down. It was already half on fire when she arrived. But it was the large bodies of the ones that had intruded the place that left an impression on her mind. Bandits. Viciously attacking her parents, her father could hardly fight them off with the hoe that he held. He was defeated easily, being knocked to the ground with one blow with a heavy mace. The rest of the night was all a blur, in her mind, but she vividly remembered her parents dying in front of her, brutally murdered as the rest of the bandits robbed the place. They took all of their things. There wasn’t much but supplies were what the bandits needed. Food, herbs, livestock. They tried to kill her too. She tried to run, and as she passed by one bandit with a knife, he aimed for her heart but she moved quickly. Missing he instead cut her across the eye. It hurt. It hurt immensely. But she got away with her life as she fled from the house.
She ran, fleeing away from Ronresla she sought to Zikhsot for safety. She didn’t wish to go back, fearing that the bandits still might return to Ronresla after what happened. She headed toward Zikhsot, where it was supposedly safer. But without a home or a family, she starved. She didn’t even have an extension of relatives that she knew of. Her family was very small and she only knew of her grandma who died when she was young. She didn’t wish to resort to stealing, but in her mind it was tempting. But alas, she didn’t have the courage or the moral to whenever she saw someone passing by. But when she reached the Orchard, she was blessed. Sweet apples filling her senses after days of travel by foot. It brought her much joy. When she reached Zikhsot however, she still wandered the streets. Instead of becoming a thief or an urchin, she was a beggar. Fortunately there were a few kind souls that gave her enough coin for a slice of bread. There was even a kind healer that helped with her eye. It wasn’t enough to cure it, but the healer concealed it with cloth, which was more than enough to Erlina.
If there was one place in Zikhsot the elf liked the most, it was the Ziki Gardens. The flowers were beautiful, and everything was peaceful much like back in the days of her childhood. She often helped with the gardens as much as she could, and she learned to cultivate the flowers and over time learned which seasons certain ones grew in. It was then she was hit with an idea. Selling flowers. She had nowhere to grow them other than her own soil, but having nowhere to call home she made a little secluded place for herself near the forest. Taking some wild seeds of flowers she planted herself a little garden. When they bloomed she often collected them in a basket and headed to the marketplace to sell them.
Now at the age of fifteen, she is slightly more experienced, however the same girl with the bright heart remains. Even though she sells flowers and is a self proclaimed florist, when the season is bad she often switches back to begging.
Powers/Abilities: None
Behind the Scenes
Name/Nickname: Erlina
Nicknames: Erly
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Race: Elf
Rank: Commoner
Job: Florist
Personality: Very sweet, Erlina is most likely the epitome of innocence and pureness. She is cheerful and upbeat almost all the time, or happy for the most part. It is rare to find her in a sad state of mind. She is rather hopeful, especially pertaining to ideals even though she is desperately poor. She believes that the gods have given the gift of life and that it shouldn’t be put to waste. She enjoys making others happy as well. But when asked about her eye… she gets rather solemn, as she prefers not to discuss the history behind it.
History: Hailing from the southwest of Zikhsot, the farming community of Ronresla, Erlina was born to a pair of farmers. She was a happy child, which brought much happiness to both of her parents. They were not the richest farmers, but they were happy, had a nice family and a bountiful harvest almost every year. That was enough to suffice. They lived on the outskirts, slightly distant from the rest of the community but she often would play within the fields. Her parents were kind, allowing her to run through the fields of crops until sundown as they worked. She didn’t have too many friends, but there was always the occasional animal that she would chase. But she was content with everything she had. She had the most loving parents. Bright sunny days and everyday to play in.
Little did she know, all of it would end soon.
It was one night, just one night, an average summer’s night in which it all happened. The little girl was resting in her bed until she heard some noises. It stirred her from her slumber and she got up to go and investigate. But she then heard her parents screaming. Her blue eyes widened and she immediately rushed to the scene. She could even smell the scent of smoke. Fire. Their little wooden house was being burnt down. It was already half on fire when she arrived. But it was the large bodies of the ones that had intruded the place that left an impression on her mind. Bandits. Viciously attacking her parents, her father could hardly fight them off with the hoe that he held. He was defeated easily, being knocked to the ground with one blow with a heavy mace. The rest of the night was all a blur, in her mind, but she vividly remembered her parents dying in front of her, brutally murdered as the rest of the bandits robbed the place. They took all of their things. There wasn’t much but supplies were what the bandits needed. Food, herbs, livestock. They tried to kill her too. She tried to run, and as she passed by one bandit with a knife, he aimed for her heart but she moved quickly. Missing he instead cut her across the eye. It hurt. It hurt immensely. But she got away with her life as she fled from the house.
She ran, fleeing away from Ronresla she sought to Zikhsot for safety. She didn’t wish to go back, fearing that the bandits still might return to Ronresla after what happened. She headed toward Zikhsot, where it was supposedly safer. But without a home or a family, she starved. She didn’t even have an extension of relatives that she knew of. Her family was very small and she only knew of her grandma who died when she was young. She didn’t wish to resort to stealing, but in her mind it was tempting. But alas, she didn’t have the courage or the moral to whenever she saw someone passing by. But when she reached the Orchard, she was blessed. Sweet apples filling her senses after days of travel by foot. It brought her much joy. When she reached Zikhsot however, she still wandered the streets. Instead of becoming a thief or an urchin, she was a beggar. Fortunately there were a few kind souls that gave her enough coin for a slice of bread. There was even a kind healer that helped with her eye. It wasn’t enough to cure it, but the healer concealed it with cloth, which was more than enough to Erlina.
If there was one place in Zikhsot the elf liked the most, it was the Ziki Gardens. The flowers were beautiful, and everything was peaceful much like back in the days of her childhood. She often helped with the gardens as much as she could, and she learned to cultivate the flowers and over time learned which seasons certain ones grew in. It was then she was hit with an idea. Selling flowers. She had nowhere to grow them other than her own soil, but having nowhere to call home she made a little secluded place for herself near the forest. Taking some wild seeds of flowers she planted herself a little garden. When they bloomed she often collected them in a basket and headed to the marketplace to sell them.
Now at the age of fifteen, she is slightly more experienced, however the same girl with the bright heart remains. Even though she sells flowers and is a self proclaimed florist, when the season is bad she often switches back to begging.
Powers/Abilities: None
Behind the Scenes
Name/Nickname: Erlina
