Sabrina Rose Silverson of Jiyyd

[Azura]

Descriptive Overview

When first meeting this girl, she will seem to you a bit shy in nature, not so much once you start to get to know her. You notice her wearing a pendant of a beautiful blooming rose on a sunburst wreath of golden grain, one which she keeps well polished.

Physically, she's everything you would expect from a daughter of a farmer's daughter, and much more. She's a fairly tall young lady, with strong, lean arms with light muscle definition, as well as large, long, powerful legs. Yet, she can carry herself (when she wishes) with a distinguished grace and poised that would be the envy of even the most postured noble.

With shining green eyes, shoulder length rose-dyed hair, and her usual smile stretched across charming chapped lips from dimple to dimple, Sabrina always seems to work hard on everything she does no matter what the task is. If people ask why, she will simply reply in a non-sarcastic manner with the phrase "Because I feel like it".

General Information

Name: Sabrina "Rose" Silverson
Age: 19 (as of September 12, 2005)
Height: 5'9" (172 cm)
Weight: 159 lbs. (72 kg)
B: 36 W: 26 H: 38
Hair: Dark Brown dyed Pink
Eyes: Green
Faith: Chauntean
Languages Spoken: Damaran, Common, Shou

History
Sabrina had been a citizen of Jiyyd all her life. Growing up for the last nineteen years working the cold, frosted fields of fertile land her parents owned, she's never really had a lot of time to talk to adventurers. Tied back dark-brown hair, heavy overcoat and scarf to keep the cold away, she was never really known, except for the community itself. Daughter of Victor and Stella Silverson, they tended their small farm and livestock humbly in Jiyyd for over 25 years.

Her father Victor had always told her ever since she was a small child to stay away from adventurers. There had been a tragedy in the family one time where Sabrina's uncle "Red" had once been collecting firewood for their home, with little Rose helping her, by Deed's place. Victor watching his brother from down yonder all of a sudden saw a pair of adventurers run out the swamp badly injured, being chased by glowing balls of light that seemed to crackle menacing sparks of lightning. One had ceased chasing the adventurer all of a sudden, and turned to attack little Rose, nine years of age, as she was rather close to the entrance of the swamp collecting kindling in a basket while all this was happening. Red's eyes widened and he dropped the logs, save one, and tried to fend off the ball of light.

He was electrocuted on the spot.

Deed with the help of a Jiyyd militiaman managed to slay Red's attacker, and they immediately brought Red to Vroka where perhaps her, Finnius, and Chauntea would be able to assist him.

Vroka seeing the stout human man lying lifeless, she immediately rushed to his side to aid him. Putting a large ear to his chest, she noticed his heart wasn't beating anymore. She immediately began pounding his chest and tried to bring the breath of life to his lungs, but those had failed. At her own loss, since the family could not afford the diamond to try and return him from the dead, she attempted a prayer ritual asking Chauntea to return him back to life, but diamond consumed and all; there had been no response of a weary soul wishing to return to life. Vroka had come to her conclusion that he was with the Earthmother now, family grudgingly agreeing.

For years later Rose's father had forbidden her daughter to speak with any of the adventurers, knights, and other colorful characters who were in and out of town on a regular basis. Filled with guilt, grudgingly agreeing, she had agreed to listen to her father. For many years, she just worked quietly on her fathers land, her parents going to great sacrifices to get her private tutors at their own expense to give her the best education possible under the certain circumstances.

Around Rose's seventeenth birthday, the parents had been contemplating moving south, selling off their land to work for a kind noble who was well acquainted with Victor's family, offering them a plot of land to take care of, better living conditions, and they would earn at least twice as much as they used to. The problem was, and they knew, that they needed to find someone who could take good care of the farm in their absence.

Sabrina had been caught up in other endeavors as well. She had recently met a traveling monk who had wandered into Jiyyd, and was looking for a place to stay. Sabrina had brought him to their home and had him sit down on a comfy old chair while she got him something to eat and drink. The parents had walked into the room after tending to the animals, surprised to see the "visitor". Sabrina had just brought the wanderer his meal when his parents gave her a stern look, the father in a firm but calm voice asked her to have a chat with her outside. After an easily audible shouting contest outside that had lasted a good long while, the father had returned with a dark look in his face, Rose's look more of concern yet her eyes glinted with a hint of optimism, Victor approached the monk.

He had told the man that he was willing to let the man stay here as long as he did something to help the family and farm. The wanderer thought for a moment. He had replied that he can do what he can, but he had not intended on staying too long. Stella thought it would be best after they both nodded in agreement to take Victor to bed because of his sore back.

Sabrina had spoken to the wanderer for hours, about her past, history in the town, the reason the parents acted they way they did, about her uncle, father. The monk replied as well, many times in cryptic forms using philosophical references, but Sabrina's sharp mind seemed to understand and process them rather well. Sabrina after learning of the monk's past, had wondered if perhaps the monk was willing to teach her anything. The wanderer looked over Sabrina for a moment, not giving her a word or response, then slowly rummaged through his pack for a few, what seemed to be, journals. He then replied "You have up on the hill just north willing to teach instead of I" *then paused for a moment, giving Sabrina the once over, then siphons through his journals and handed her three books. The first two seemed to be written in a foreign language, one that Sabrina was immediately able to distinguish as the language spoken in Kara Tur. The third larger journal was actually a text-book, a book instructing its reader on how to read and write in the language written in the first two books.

Sabrina's eyes widened at the gifts, then asked him "Do you need these sir? I mean well…" *the monk lifted a finger to her mouth, Sabrina's eyes going cross-eyed for a moment looking at the finger giving a bit of a sour expression, then looked to him once more.

"If I needed them, would I be giving them to you?" He said.

She replies with "If you do not need them why do you have them in the first place?"

The monk had a puzzled look on his face for a moment and then chuckled lightly. Sabrina managed to look confused first then cracked dimpled smile as well. He then continued speaking "These will teach you the basics of what I know, but you must first read the third book to know how to understand and utilize the teachings of the first two." Sabrina's heart started pumping, she couldn't help but want to dive into the third book and learn and use the words as a key to unlock the second two, as well as perhaps approach the monks of the north and hopefully join their order, but her smile and excitement were quashed at the thought of her father.

She looked up to the monk once more, who seemed to have silently packed all his things and was heading out the door. Sabrina had stopped him by grabbing his cloak at the shoulder, and asked him with a heavy heart, "You're leaving already?" as well as “I'll probably never see you again right?"

The man had replied, putting his strong calloused hand on her cheek and told her to never say never. As he walked out the door and vanished into the darkness of night, she had shouted "I forgot to ask your name!"

The man replied with a lighter shout of his own, she then nodded and waved into the blackness before closing the door on the stranger who seemed to be in and out in a blink of an eye.

"Thank you, wanderer."

Studying in secret at night, knowing of the chaos it would bring if her father were to find out of her endeavors. She learned the tongue at an accelerated rate. Its intricacies, writings and everything that was needed to know in less than a year. She began reading the other two books that the wanderer had given her, seemingly amazed at the insight and detail put into every fraction of its content. She had begun studying the first book which was titled "Channeling Your Ki (spiritual energy)". She began spending much time putting it into practice through meditation, as well as when actually farming, using her hands more and more to performing activities on the farm such as tilling the land with her bare hands, pulling deep weeds without any equipment, carrying supplies that normally needed a wheel barrow by hand on her back and shoulders, using her strong legs as support.

The father first thought it a bit odd, wondering why she was going to such efforts when they could be easily done using tools and other methods, being less strain to the body, but she kept doing it. Victor knew she was up to something, her room always bright with candlelight while all the others have been spent.

He decided to have a look through her room while she was working with the livestock with her mother and his wife Stella, snooping about, and finally finding the source of the problem. Hidden in plain sight on the bookshelf where she thought her parents would never find them, he found the three books the monk had given her. Scanning over the books, he dismissed them as a bad influence and tossed them in the burning barrel outside. It wasn't until nightfall that he heard her daughter crying out for her books and weeping, wondering where they cold be.

He went up to her room, and with a stern face, Victor had told Sabrina what he did. Sabrina looked heart-broken, she yelled at his father, throwing various objects such as her pillow and her old rag doll at the door telling him to get out. Victor sighed deeply, he himself showing a faint expression of hurt, closed the door on his weeping daughter.

She had cried herself to sleep, waking up the next day. She had subconsciously looked for her books, but after a few seconds realized what had happened, her face was pail. She had walked to her shut door, she then looked down where the pillows and fluff were, she also saw her rag doll, its head severed from its body, just below her feet. Her face went grim now, as she cherished the doll just as much as her books, one her father had to scrape the extra copper he had just to buy it for Rose. She began crying once more, curling herself up into a little ball, feeling sick and guilty for not only yelling and getting upset to her father in such a manner, a stern man, yet a kind one who had never raised a hand to her or her mother, but for having to hide things behind his back too.

The father was no better.

Not a man who cried much, he wore a long expression of his face, one clearly lack of emotion. Yet his eyes were sorrowful and regretful of what he had did, constantly playing the scene of the night before in his head, trying to balance it with justifications that he was just trying to protect her. It was the same day he was going to speak to the one who was interested in buying the farm.

Later that night, over a warm cup of tea Stella had prepared for all present, save her daughter who lay in bed, claiming she felt ill, they finalized the deal to hand the farm over to the new owners.

Days had passed, the relationship between Rose, now a young, strong woman of 19 years of age who stood the same height as her father, as well as easily surpassing her mother, had been slowly mending. Packing their personal possessions together, they had gathered it all in one of his future employer's caravans, set off to head south once they were done.

Rose was hesitant, then approached her father as he was tying the last few ropes to secure their possessions to the caravan. The father knew. With moist eyes, he embraced his daughter firmly. "I will miss you so much my little Rose... I'm so sorry for what I did. Can you forgive and old fool?"

"I'll always love you Papa!" Rose squeaked in reply "I'll visit I promise!"

With that, the noble's guards had informed them it was time to go. Realizing he was still hugging his daughter, he then let go, Rose seemingly reluctant as well, had done the same. Stella was a literal mess. Tears flowing, she hugged her daughter at the waist, the small woman barely coming up to Rose's shoulder. One of the guards in a slightly pompous manner had sternly reminded the mother they had a schedule to keep. Stella turned her head to look at the guard, a gaze that held so much venom that could petrify a basilisk. The guard backed off with a heavy sigh of frustration. After a few moments more, she released the embrace, and got on the caravan.

Her father, just before climbing, pulled out a small something from a large, hide coat pocket. "I had your mother mend it for you... take care my little Rose". Victor handed it to her, and the moment the door was shut, her bawling mother let out a wail of sorrow that chilled Rose to the bone, but her father was there comforting her, telling Stella that Rose will be alright.

Rose stared down the gates as they left, noticing but not paying the local adventurers pay no mind to the simple folk leaving, she watched the vehicle that held her old life fade to black, just as the wanderer had. She looked up into the sky, took a deep sigh, then headed over to the inn with the little coin she had, doll under arm. As she headed over, a few adventurers and commoners alike could her clearly saying:

"Time to start a new life."