[Lizbeth Rieken]

[style= text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]LIZBETH DANZA RIEKEN

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THE BASICS

NAME: LIZBETH DANZA RIEKEN
AGE: TWENTY FIVE YEARS
GENDER: FEMALE
BIRTHDAY: NOVEMBER EIGHTH
RACE: ARCANIST
OCCUPATION: KNIGHT
CLASS: MIDDLE/HIGH
POWER: BEAST MANIPULATION ( can understand and even take control of an animal if given permission/ possibility to take the animals form )

PLAYBY: Natalia Vodianova

THE RELATIONS

MOTHER: KALAS
FATHER SCARAN
BROTHERS:
SISTERS:
CHILDREN:
EXTENDED FAMILY:
PETS: TALO - BLACK FRIESIAN HORSE
MYSTIC - GRAYISH DATHIR

THE APPEARANCE

Molded from the cold and cruel of the mountain lands, Lizbeth was raised and taught how to live. A woman with a rich pale skin and almost snow silky blonde tendrils. The woman is no doubt battle raised for her strength as a woman can sometimes be startling and taking a good look. One can easily note the muscles of arms or the way her calves grip onto her faithful companion Talo. Facial wise, the knight has soft features with pale blue eyes; her chin is delicate but sharp when compared to some. Her bodice is tender and for some unknown reason her temperature is always slightly lower than common. All in all she's a normal girl slightly curvy but no man with a touch of sanity would dare stand before her and say such. A scar noted slightly below her chest in the middle of her torso, cuts verge upward closer to daily view but main scar isn't revealed as it is much lower.

THE PERSONALITY

Lizbeth has always been cold and reserved since arriving in the kingdom as a captive meant to be sold as a servant. She spoke out rarely at first but after the incident with the queen she found out she could come out a little. At first she didn't know what this new found title was but eventually found it to give her a little motivation to find herself. She's still absurdly quiet around others but she isn't shy just pro-active to find and secure information from all sources no matter the content. One should not think she's at all weak one of her cold blank stares could easily toss that thought to pits of hell itself.

She also has an almost unnatural passionate nature toward the Queen, it's not love or lust. It's almost just fascination, she doesn't quite understand how the queen would allow her to live or even be given a title. She truly respects the queen and while some have found fault in believing in the crown Lizbeth has no one else to trust no one else to believe in. She's content with being the queens lap dog and would die to secure her queen's life without a second thought. That being said Lizbeth isn't stupid she knows what she is to the queen and while the queen might show some affection she is just a knight, and her powers are limited. She is nothing to the crown and easily replaced.

Content. Lizbeth isn't the happiest person in the kingdom, but she has a simple role and an even simpler life. She doesn't desire change. Perhaps the only thing she'd like to do is restore the peoples faith in their queen. Knowing she cannot hurts but Lizbeth is happy to serve. She's a fighter and while she can get a little aggressive at simple words or stares she knows when to react and not to, except she tends to react normally.

STRENGTHS;
* Effective in swordsmanship
* Strong horseback rider
* Cunning personality
* Witty yet aware of stupidity
* Ability to be unswayed by a man
* Seemingly cold and harsh

WEAKNESSES;
* Tends to engage needless fights
* Argumentative
* Lack of emotion toward most
* Understanding of her powers to see into death
* Distrusting of all men
* Reckless nature, no control for safety of her own life.

THE HISTORY

BIRTH REALM: Targinus
BIRTH KINGDOM: Cirhna - small mountain village not in a kingdoms reach

Danza was born in the late fall the month of novemeber when the winds of winter were coming across the mountain lands. It wouldn't be long before the snow came heavier than most days. Her family was small consisting of only her and her parents life was simple. Hunting, village gatherings and of course sleep. Danza lived a normal childhood for the most part until she began to see the undead or perhaps it was her overactive imagination. She was around twelve when it first started when her body has begun to bloom into the figure of a woman. She was confused at first the images of people who would only appear if she was away from her village people.

The young girl never questioned what she saw instead she turned a blind eye and kept it a secret. Training had started, each child at the age of 15 started an intense training learning to hunt, fight, and trying to connect with the forces beyond life. Magic was considered a rare thing in the village and only the Sahka were allowed to contact the dead and use magic. The dead were considered sacred guides of life and to be given a presence of the dead was considered one of the highest honors among the people, but there was also talk of one who would return from death's doors, a holy one to the people.

Training lasted until the person was 19 cycles old, and than the Sahka would bless that person with their life duty. Hunting, warrior, daily cooker, simple things and sometimes a apprentice Sahka would be named. Truth was the Sahka's were normally fakes who molded the people to their way, when Danza began to tell others that things would happen and they did, the Sahka began to worry. They wondered if it was possible she could actually connect to the dead to magic? Could she call them out? Knowing the girl was blunt and brave they wouldn't dare ask her to be a Sahka instead they went to her father.

They claimed with sorrow filled eyes that Danza was in the low land forest consulting with evil spirits to take the affections of the village and then to destroy them, it was a demon's plot they warned. A warning from a Sahka was nothing to ignore and with a heavy heart and a dagger shoved into his hands he went to see if they were right and to end it. Danza was worried and she never sought out the spirits of the dead or whatever she normally saw but tomorrow was supposed to be her 19th cycle and then her life duty would be chosen. She called out the spirits and glows filled the empty forest she sung for them, and asked them questions about life, never aware that her father was watching from the brambles tears streaking down his ever pale cheeks.

With no answers from the spirits about what she would be she decided it was time to leave but a muffled sound caught her ears and her blonde tendrils touched her cheeks. Crying? Before the girl could investigate more, her father had tore himself from the bushes and rushed toward her the dagger held high in his hand , tears staining his face. Danza cried out, and he called her a demon urging his blade closer to her chest until finally her struggles stopped and he stabbed the blade repeatedly into her chest. He cried feverishly in the end the dagger lay in against her stomach and he wandered to the village to commit the sin and that she was a demon's toy. Danza woke late in the night blood staining her lower lip, and her chest ripped and wounded yet when looking closely none of the stabs proved harsh enough to kill her. Yet, blood was everywhere upon her, her blue eyes were dim in the moonlight and she took that dagger and returned home. She screamed at the tops of her lungs, and people slowly trickled out staring and praying in awe. She was a living who had died, or so they thought, she had never truly died.

She was blistering in anger than her dagger raised as she demanded the man who would slaughter his own daughter. Danza wasted no time approaching him; and without a word to him in regard she shoved the blade soundly into his throat and simply watched as the lights went out of his green eyes. Silence, and screams then ensued. Danza patched herself up with garb and then left walking until she lost her sight and passed out from exhaustion. She didn't want to be anything in her village especially not a holy figure, so she ran away as far as her battered body would take her.

Lizbeth never expected to be found by slavers men with olive skin who tied her to others. It was a year of that until they came upon the Kingdom of Faylinn, where she was going to sold off to some numb little old man as a servant. Stars only knew what that meant, but it was a rare day indeed. Lizbeth lay among the hay pile with several other girls as they waited for money to be sorted, but the rare sight was the Queen. Out in the open. Foolish, Lizbeth remembered thinking but what saw her concerned her more. Despite the knights that guarded her sides and those at a distance no one noticed the man who held a dagger to his sleeve only the blade tip showing from the crisp linen.

Lizbeth pushed her feet hard off the ground and broke into a sprint her bodice weaving among the crowds and finally she broke past a wayward knight, her hands gripping his swords despite her bonds. She broke past him and he left no space as he chased after her in annoyance as if she were a child. The young woman shoved through the crowd approaching the dagger wielding man as he was reaching toward the queen. Lizbeth tore through the crowd then, the sword heavy in her hands and awkward. Circling around she appeared before the Queen, and sliced her sword just in time to halt the man, crimson rising from his torso and the dagger came to a clatter against the stone path.

The girl sighed softly her knees giving out under her as she turned her head down to the ground. She dropped the sword, staring intent at the dirt on the stones under her. The queen seemed amused but the knights seemed on high alert and rushed to Danza with a sword ready at her throat. A small whimper was all that left her mouth as she lowered her frame down against the stone more so. The queen only laughed taunting the knights that a simple servant girl noticed an assassin and they had not. Learning of Danza's fate she told the girl she was free to go in freedom. The master of slaves knew his profit would fail and told that she was wild woman from the mountains and too wild and fierce for freedom.

Another laugh escaped the queen and she then said that Danza would be trained as a knight. A wild animal seemed like good protection, and she knew how to kill. Showing more loyalty than some of her own knights. Two years of training and knight worth training, she was confirmed a true knight at 21, and since than has been striving to prove her worth. More recently she is returning from a trip in which she was to assassin two outlaws who rebelled the queen's rule.

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