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Voreyn Zahir Voreyn Zahir Species or Race Human Gender Female Height 5'8 Weight 145lbs Skin Color N/A Hair Color Black Eye Color Green Biological Age 22 Date of Birth 17 Lightfading, 601 ATA Fanghill Died N/A N/A Spouse N/A Residence Eventide Keep Profession N/A Employer Talus Kahar XIV Character name Voreyn Zahir

Birth and Childhood

Born on the 17th of Lightfading in the year 601 ATA to parents Adona Seamel and Noryn Zahir of Fanghill, Voreyn spent a childhood unnoticed beneath the shining example of her accomplished older brother, Eldan, and the spoiled innocence of a younger sister, Marina. In the shadow cast by her outstanding siblings, she dwelled in quiet contemplation and attended to whatever duties she saw fit considering she was largely ignored.

Her parents tended to dote upon the younger daughter who was much more of a soft, demure beauty who excelled at all things thought natural to a female; she was a clever and skilled artist and she painted dishes and embroidered silk pillows better than most; she was a graceful dancer; her manners were polite and laydlike to the utmost degree, and her eloquence and sense of etiquette and propriety were known to bring tears to the eyes of those around her. In essence, she provided an exact example of everything that Voreyn aspired not to be.

Oh, to be sure her parents put a fair amount of energy into incorporating Voreyn into these same tasks, but the girl's very being rebelled against such things as embroidery (her fingers were a little too large for such small, deft work). She learned to dance, though quite unwillingly, and took any opportunity to smash the toes of her instructor; nevertheless, she learned. Any other domestic artistry, however, was shoved to the side as Voreyn pursued other avenues of interest.

Through her brother Eldan, Voreyn was introduced to archery, horseback riding, and hunting. Much to her mother's dismay, Voreyn also furthered her martial skills with daily sparring with her brother; while she isn't particularly handy with a sword, she can manage a whip well. These days, though, Voreyn spends her time wandering among the citizens dwelling on Zahir land, assisting in such roles as tax assessment and minor dispute mediation.

Personality and Temperament

Young and still prone to moments of awkwardness, Voreyn strives to succeed as both a noble and aspiring politician of the Zahir family. She has worked carefully and diligently to stay her tongue, manage her temper, and delve into the twisted realm of politics.

Luckily, it seems she has stood to inherit the craftiness that comes naturally to most Zahir.

As for her temper, Voreyn's ire is difficult to rise; however, when she reaches the point of being angry, it takes a great deal of time before she will calm down enough to be rational. She is stingy with her forgiveness, forgets nothing, is often tempted to hold a grudge, and has been known possess a mild vindictive streak.

Plans and Goals

(Someday there will be some here!)

Links and Logs

Log: The Mean Streets of Hawk's Aerie

Log: Circling Vipers

Ardent Rhetoric: RP Samples

27 May 2011

Voreyn and Sorani Zahir meet by chance in Fanghill, and the two do not start out on the right foot. Taken from the log Circling Vipers.

Voreyn Zahir allows the silence to linger for a minute or two after Sorani's last statement, and instead her gaze rolls up--and up until she is staring at the darkening sky from beneath the frame of her eyelashes. Her posture remains the same, her expression remains blank, but her breathing deepens noticeably as she quells rising tides of irritation. "Well, it seems I have assumed wrongly about your duties," she replies after a moment of silence, letting her gaze drop to eye-level once more. Her lips quirk upward at the corners with a polite semi-smile, and she reaches with her fingers to pull her cloak around her body once more. "I thought perhaps by your greeting that you came to me with some degree of authority and personal merit, but I stand corrected. I do beg pardon for assigning to you a duty that is most obviously not yours. Do not let me interrupt your shopping, Lady Zahir; it would be a deplorable state of affairs to show up to the next ball in outdated attire."