Zyrshaa uDaassoon
| Name: | Zyrshaa uDaassoon (pronounced: ZEER-sha uh-DA-ssoon) |
| Bond: | Esarath |
| Bonded At: | Winter's Dark Heart Frenzy, at Clan Akelara |
| Homeworld: | Llyr aRraanor |
| Clan: | No Daaruu |
| Species: | Sythyn |
| Age: | 66 (mature adult) |
| Sex: | Female |
| Height: | 6'0" |
| Hair: | Pale, creamy gold, very straight and worn long in many small braids |
| Skin: | Black, with a slightly leathery texture |
| Eyes: | Deep plum, highly angled |
| Family: | Son and husband, both deceased |
| Residence: | Athboruu Burr (Swift Armed Hand), a starship |
| Position: | Hunter |
| Description: | If one doesn't mind her exotic, alien
appearance-- or if one is a Sythyn-- one would certainly describe
Zyrshaa as stunning. Sinister is another word one might use. She is thin
and knotted with muscle, but with enough of a curve to catch the eye and
flexible clothes, often in austere gray or vibrant white and always with
elbow-length gloves, fitting to her body to leave little to the
imagination. Her face is long and triangular in shape, in an angularly
attractive way, with a narrow, turned-up nose, full, sensual lips, and
tall, upswept ears cut raggedly and pierced sparingly. Her dark,
leathery skin is a startling contrast to her multitude of tiny, very
long braids that tumble around her face and down her back. All in all,
she is extremely beautiful in an exotic, pared-down way.
The "sinister" part comes in once you see past the beauty. First, when she moves, she moves as if she expects to be bursting into motion at any moment-- fight or flight, whichever the situation seems to demand, whether or not she is even in a situation to require either. In addition, her eyes have a tendency to look just a little too far past someone, as if she looks through rather than at whoever is before her. Finally, her general lack of expression is the last straw for most people: rarely does she crack a smile, and even more rarely does she scowl, simply walking through life with a serene indifference that puts people on edge. |
| Personality: | On the whole Zyrshaa comes across as, in a
word, creepy. From her lack of expression to her love of poisonous
creatures and strange diseases, she is definitely not someone who most
people would like to get to know better. She doesn't seem to mind this,
however, holding herself aloof and away from people, isolating herself
with that unshakable indifference she turns to the world. Sometimes she
even goes so far as to "feed" from herself when she feels she
can, rather than open herself up to another, something that nearly all
of her kind hold against her.
The reason for her self-isolation is, at the base, the loss of her family. Without her husband, who she married for political reasons, she is of no use to her family; without her only son, she is of no use to her clan. When her autosacrifice to the ocean after she performed her expected revenge on the clan who killed them did not result in her death, she took the second chance at life to heart, but it did not change the fact that she was of no use to anyone she used to care about. By now, after so long with such a burden, she cares about very little, and it shows. |
| History: | It is rare that someone from Zyrshaa's clan
actually leaves the planet, as No Daaruu and nearby clans are considered
"backwards" by the space-faring folk, of a more mystical,
tribal bent, and, to the disgust of some of the other clans, are regular
cannibals. Zyrshaa is no exception, but once her husband and son were
killed in one of the many feuds between the clans on her continent, she
had her revenge, devastating the offending clan to nearly half its
numbers through clever use of poison. She then set herself adrift on the
great ocean, intending it to be a ritual suicide. The current, however,
had other ideas, and took her to more civilized lands. One of the many
Hunter schools took her in immediately, and it wasn't long before she
graduated and found a ship of her own.
Zyrshaa has worked under her current Hunter Captain, Caathyn, for nearly twenty years now. She has great respect for the older woman, and a loyalty that nothing can shake-- Caathyn is one of the few who do not openly shun her for her people's custom of feeding their lethal addition to each other's blood by actually killing and eating each other. However, that doesn't mean she has much respect for anyone else, and that has kept her from making very many friends, otherwise. |
| Abilities: | Though it may seem strange to one who works as a Hunter, seeking out those who abuse her species' magic and bringing them to justice-- or destruction-- Zyrshaa's magical and studied skills are with plants, animals, and chemicals, and particularly in the way those things can be used together. She can almost instinctively mix potions or poisons for nearly any use, with only the bare essentials at hand, and knows what any substance will be capable of, if she has been exposed to and allowed to study it. Physically, she relies on her own speed, a sharp-edged whip which she is very capable with, and only moderate ability to aim a handgun; on the whole, she prefers to stay out of battle if she can. |
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