Post by anzee on Jan 12, 2006 20:40:39 GMT -5
Anzee WildHearte: A History
Anzee was born in a small town far from where she lives now. She had four brothers and 5 sisters, she the eldest of them all. Their family name is Redwinger, but they get it from their mother as her father wasn’t really her father. Gertrude, her mother, had found him at the local tavern with only the first name of Gustaf. Anzee didn’t know who her real father was, but her mother was, of course, her real mother. Both parents, real and otherwise, were hard drinkers. They were always at the bottle, whether at work or at the home, so Anzee, the poor dear, had to take care of the three babies and the rest by herself. The parents never thought that she did enough for them and they always had her doing more and more of anything they could ask of her!
Her duties were simple, milk the one sorry excuse of a cow in the morning, after starting the fire. Collect eggs from the scrawny hens while avoiding the rooster and all the other various piddly little chores that anyone else could have done but her. After doing this, she was to cook breakfast for all twelve of them. They lived in a small shack on the edge of the small village. No one much liked the Redwingers, all the children were nasty and spoiled little ones. The bigger ones were bullies and always kicked mud at the other children. But enough about those terrible beastly children!
Anzee’s mother, despite the nastiness toward her and all the chores, did indeed love her daughter very much. Anzee was Gertrude’s only child from the man who she loved and who had loved her back, so naturally she was always held with some sort of regard.
One night, the night before she was to turn seventeen, the age when young women were supposed to have been married long ago, Gertrude came to Anzee and beckoned her out of the house. Gertrude looked deep into her daughter’s amber eyes and sighed softly. She spoke roughly, like she had tears in her heart but was too hard of a woman to cry them.
“Anzee, take this bracelet. It was your father’s. He gave it to you when you were a baby but I took it away… He loved you more than he loved me. You were always his favorite…” Anzee furrowed her brow lightly and she took the bracelet from her mother.
“Mother, I want to leave… I don’t belong here anymore and Susy can take care of the babies. Please don’t make me stay here any longer… Please…?”
She pleaded with her and Gertrude sighed softly, “Anzee I want you to leave. Gustaf won’t be happy at all, he always liked looking at you, but you must go. Live your life. You are young and I don’t want you to be like me,” Gertrude had a basket and a cloak under her arm, which Anzee hadn’t noticed before.
“Anzee, take this as well. Here’s some food, supplies and a knife in case you meet trouble on the way. I want you to go, follow the road, go as far as you can. You should find people like yourself, kind people, somewhere along the road,” Gertrude said as gently as she could.
“Thank you, mother,” Anzee said with a slight smile. It was about midnight, a full moon on a dark April night. She wrapped the cloak around herself and held the basket tight.
“Anzee, don’t forget all the things that you’ve had to do here. They will come in handy someday, when you need to find work.” Said Gertrude as Anzee went down the path to the road.
And so Anzee had left home. She was excited, her long curly red hair was free and a soft breeze was playing in her hair. She lived in a place where April wasn’t too cold in the dead of night, but it was still slightly chilly, but with a cloak it was just right, except for the nose and ears!
Speaking of ears… Anzee had ears which were slightly pointed. She didn’t know why they were, but she did know that they made her hear when someone was trying to steal a cookie from the jar. The body which Anzee was blessed with was one granted of hard work and good food. She had a round, firm bottom, high perky breasts which were proportionate to her bottom and her legs were thick and muscled from all the hard work she did; oh and all the prancing around in the woods she did when she was working in the kitchen or on the farm. Anzee had eyes the colour of deep dark amber, which glowed from within. Her hair was a wonderful cascade of bright red curls which tumbled down her back and shoulders, framing her face perfectly.
Her hands are strong as they pull her cascade of hair into a leather thong for the long journey. She pulls a small hard roll out of the basket and started to munch on it as she was getting hungry. The road was rocky and her boots weren’t as new as they used to be, but they were comfortable. Her dress was plain brown canvas; she also wore the apron she had been wearing when she was cooking. It was a thin leather apron, good for a multitude of chores.
It was nearly dawn when she came into the next town. Hardly anyone was out except for the people who were milking the cows and gather the eggs. Anzee had a small savings of coin that she had earned back home for doing chores for other people in town; doing their laundry for instance or their dishes. Anything, really, so she had a small amount of money on her. She walked along the main road until she came to a tavern called the Bucking Donkey. She pressed on up the steps and pushed the door to see if it was open. She sighed softly as it was and she moved inside. Looking around, she saw that the persons on duty were sleeping. With a slight bang of the door, the waitress and tender jumped slightly and looked toward the door. Anzee was tired and she wanted a room.
“Excuse me, sorry for waking you, but I’d like to ask about a room, if I may.”
The tender told her that a room would cost two gold pieces. Anzee gave him the money and she went to her room to sleep. She woke to a rowdy yelling and banging in the tavern beneath her. She grumbled slightly then looked out the window to see what time it was.
It seemed to be about three o’clock in the afternoon. She gathered her things and went downstairs to get a cup of tea and a piece of toast. The tender gave them to her and she handed him two silver pieces. He nodded to her as she began to eat. Her eyes caught the two who had been fighting and she shook her head gently, finishing her toast and tea. She gathered her things again and left the inn to go on to the next town.
Various adventures found her along her way to Ar’Tauron, but they would take too much time to explain here, so I fast-forward to just before she arrives at the Tavern in Ar’Tauron.
(However, first a little background information on how she got such finery!)
On her travels, she had earned gold by doing chores around people’s houses on her way to the nation of Rhy’Din. Every penny she could she saved and when she had enough she bought a lovely elven bow and a short sword. She purchased these from an old man who took much too little for the things he had given her. As she was now a little wealthier, having hunted wolves and other such animals for a bounty, she could afford to buy at least one new dress. This dress happened to be a long spring green velvet dress, with an empress waist. She had put her hair back with a leather thong then decorated it with flowers. She hoped to find herself someone to spend her life with and make babies instead of living life like a nomad. On her journey, she came upon a town named Ar’Tauron. She liked the sound of it and so she went looking for the tavern…
Anzee walked into the tavern and sat down, asking for a drink from the very handsome tender. He had skin of a woody golden brown. His eyes were green as the grass and his hair was long, dark and wavy. He didn’t seem interested in her at first, however after they got to know each other, it seemed destiny. She fell hard for him and he for her. To say the least, she fell in love with that young tender, a young man by the name of Kemian WildHearte.
Almost in the same day, she met the woman that she now calls her sister, Meneluin. Meneluin and Anzee had a wonderful relationship. Anzee was always there to comfort Meneluin through hard times. She was always there to lend a hand in scoping out cute men for her sister to court or marry. They never really got into trouble, but they did have a lot of fun!
Anzee also had another who she called a sister. Her name is Uryviel. Uryviel was a fair Elfish woman with blonde hair and beautiful eyes. Anzee knew they would be fast friends. Soon, they came to know each other and
Anzee and Kemian married in the spring after they met, however, Kemian had to go back to his native tribe of Elves. They were at war and needed him. He was after all the commander of their army and they did need him! He didn’t leave her empty handed, however. A large purse of coin, a lovely Elven cloak and a tiny baby inside were the gifts he gave to her before he left. Her heart was a sad one when he left, she knew that she would most likely not see him again but the fact that she carried their baby inside of her made her happy. For, as you see, the baby is half of her and half of him. So, she relished in the fact that there were people there in Ar’Tauron who loved her and supported her and settled down to begin a candle shop. However, one day, something went terribly wrong…
The woman who was the head of this town, she was basically the “mother” of everyone. Everyone knew her, loved her and if you were in good with her, then you had everything you needed! She was, however, a little off her rocker. If you tried to leave to go somewhere else, she would either have you killed or publicly humiliated so that there was no point in ever coming back. There were stories that she had gone mad because of all the things going on around her. Others said that she was having trouble with her husband, who she had only just married months before her insanity began.
People were afraid of her. Many would not leave because even though they didn’t agree with what Arian, (that was her name), was doing or saying, they hadn’t run into any trouble with her so they would simply stay out of the way until she calmed down or kicked them out, too.
Meneluin was asked, forcibly, to leave and Anzee would not stand for that, so they asked her to leave as well. Anzee went from town to town searching for her sister but she could not find her! Uryviel however found her own inn so many of them stayed there. Anzee had her own personal room there and that is where she would rest when she needed a place to stay. (The time after Ar’Tauron is really sort of a blur, so if you want you can reply to me and let me know what to add in!)
Anzee had her baby in October, on the 18th. She named her little baby girl Ivy Meneriel WildHearte. Meneriel is of course “Meneluin” and “Uryviel” put together! Anzee loved her sisters and decided that that was the best way to keep them close to her.
As Ivy grew, so did Anzee. Anzee turned into the kind of mother she always wanted to be, however she had always imagined having a husband at her side to help her! She was taken in by a wealthy country, Anzee cannot remember the name however, and they let her stay as long as she liked. She could do whatever she liked whenever she liked. Anzee taught her daughter how to read, how to write and how to sew and other things that Anzee herself had learned at her daughter’s age. She also taught her how to speak. Of course, Ivy was a very smart girl, being half elven! She had the cutest pointed ears, the reddest, shiniest, wavy hair, just like her mother. She had he deepest emerald green eyes anyone had ever seen and the fairest skin, the colour of fresh cream and it had a slight radiance to it all the time, even in December!
So, that is the story of Ivy and Anzee thus far!
Anzee Raquel WildHearte
Age: 25 years
Height: 5’5
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Fiery Red
Skin: White/Cream
Class/Talent: Healer, Craftswoman (Candles, lotion, oils, incense etc.) and Mother
Ivy Meneriel WildHearte
Age: 4 years
Height: 2’8”
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red
Skin: Cream
Class/Talent: None (yet)
Anzee was born in a small town far from where she lives now. She had four brothers and 5 sisters, she the eldest of them all. Their family name is Redwinger, but they get it from their mother as her father wasn’t really her father. Gertrude, her mother, had found him at the local tavern with only the first name of Gustaf. Anzee didn’t know who her real father was, but her mother was, of course, her real mother. Both parents, real and otherwise, were hard drinkers. They were always at the bottle, whether at work or at the home, so Anzee, the poor dear, had to take care of the three babies and the rest by herself. The parents never thought that she did enough for them and they always had her doing more and more of anything they could ask of her!
Her duties were simple, milk the one sorry excuse of a cow in the morning, after starting the fire. Collect eggs from the scrawny hens while avoiding the rooster and all the other various piddly little chores that anyone else could have done but her. After doing this, she was to cook breakfast for all twelve of them. They lived in a small shack on the edge of the small village. No one much liked the Redwingers, all the children were nasty and spoiled little ones. The bigger ones were bullies and always kicked mud at the other children. But enough about those terrible beastly children!
Anzee’s mother, despite the nastiness toward her and all the chores, did indeed love her daughter very much. Anzee was Gertrude’s only child from the man who she loved and who had loved her back, so naturally she was always held with some sort of regard.
One night, the night before she was to turn seventeen, the age when young women were supposed to have been married long ago, Gertrude came to Anzee and beckoned her out of the house. Gertrude looked deep into her daughter’s amber eyes and sighed softly. She spoke roughly, like she had tears in her heart but was too hard of a woman to cry them.
“Anzee, take this bracelet. It was your father’s. He gave it to you when you were a baby but I took it away… He loved you more than he loved me. You were always his favorite…” Anzee furrowed her brow lightly and she took the bracelet from her mother.
“Mother, I want to leave… I don’t belong here anymore and Susy can take care of the babies. Please don’t make me stay here any longer… Please…?”
She pleaded with her and Gertrude sighed softly, “Anzee I want you to leave. Gustaf won’t be happy at all, he always liked looking at you, but you must go. Live your life. You are young and I don’t want you to be like me,” Gertrude had a basket and a cloak under her arm, which Anzee hadn’t noticed before.
“Anzee, take this as well. Here’s some food, supplies and a knife in case you meet trouble on the way. I want you to go, follow the road, go as far as you can. You should find people like yourself, kind people, somewhere along the road,” Gertrude said as gently as she could.
“Thank you, mother,” Anzee said with a slight smile. It was about midnight, a full moon on a dark April night. She wrapped the cloak around herself and held the basket tight.
“Anzee, don’t forget all the things that you’ve had to do here. They will come in handy someday, when you need to find work.” Said Gertrude as Anzee went down the path to the road.
And so Anzee had left home. She was excited, her long curly red hair was free and a soft breeze was playing in her hair. She lived in a place where April wasn’t too cold in the dead of night, but it was still slightly chilly, but with a cloak it was just right, except for the nose and ears!
Speaking of ears… Anzee had ears which were slightly pointed. She didn’t know why they were, but she did know that they made her hear when someone was trying to steal a cookie from the jar. The body which Anzee was blessed with was one granted of hard work and good food. She had a round, firm bottom, high perky breasts which were proportionate to her bottom and her legs were thick and muscled from all the hard work she did; oh and all the prancing around in the woods she did when she was working in the kitchen or on the farm. Anzee had eyes the colour of deep dark amber, which glowed from within. Her hair was a wonderful cascade of bright red curls which tumbled down her back and shoulders, framing her face perfectly.
Her hands are strong as they pull her cascade of hair into a leather thong for the long journey. She pulls a small hard roll out of the basket and started to munch on it as she was getting hungry. The road was rocky and her boots weren’t as new as they used to be, but they were comfortable. Her dress was plain brown canvas; she also wore the apron she had been wearing when she was cooking. It was a thin leather apron, good for a multitude of chores.
It was nearly dawn when she came into the next town. Hardly anyone was out except for the people who were milking the cows and gather the eggs. Anzee had a small savings of coin that she had earned back home for doing chores for other people in town; doing their laundry for instance or their dishes. Anything, really, so she had a small amount of money on her. She walked along the main road until she came to a tavern called the Bucking Donkey. She pressed on up the steps and pushed the door to see if it was open. She sighed softly as it was and she moved inside. Looking around, she saw that the persons on duty were sleeping. With a slight bang of the door, the waitress and tender jumped slightly and looked toward the door. Anzee was tired and she wanted a room.
“Excuse me, sorry for waking you, but I’d like to ask about a room, if I may.”
The tender told her that a room would cost two gold pieces. Anzee gave him the money and she went to her room to sleep. She woke to a rowdy yelling and banging in the tavern beneath her. She grumbled slightly then looked out the window to see what time it was.
It seemed to be about three o’clock in the afternoon. She gathered her things and went downstairs to get a cup of tea and a piece of toast. The tender gave them to her and she handed him two silver pieces. He nodded to her as she began to eat. Her eyes caught the two who had been fighting and she shook her head gently, finishing her toast and tea. She gathered her things again and left the inn to go on to the next town.
Various adventures found her along her way to Ar’Tauron, but they would take too much time to explain here, so I fast-forward to just before she arrives at the Tavern in Ar’Tauron.
(However, first a little background information on how she got such finery!)
On her travels, she had earned gold by doing chores around people’s houses on her way to the nation of Rhy’Din. Every penny she could she saved and when she had enough she bought a lovely elven bow and a short sword. She purchased these from an old man who took much too little for the things he had given her. As she was now a little wealthier, having hunted wolves and other such animals for a bounty, she could afford to buy at least one new dress. This dress happened to be a long spring green velvet dress, with an empress waist. She had put her hair back with a leather thong then decorated it with flowers. She hoped to find herself someone to spend her life with and make babies instead of living life like a nomad. On her journey, she came upon a town named Ar’Tauron. She liked the sound of it and so she went looking for the tavern…
Anzee walked into the tavern and sat down, asking for a drink from the very handsome tender. He had skin of a woody golden brown. His eyes were green as the grass and his hair was long, dark and wavy. He didn’t seem interested in her at first, however after they got to know each other, it seemed destiny. She fell hard for him and he for her. To say the least, she fell in love with that young tender, a young man by the name of Kemian WildHearte.
Almost in the same day, she met the woman that she now calls her sister, Meneluin. Meneluin and Anzee had a wonderful relationship. Anzee was always there to comfort Meneluin through hard times. She was always there to lend a hand in scoping out cute men for her sister to court or marry. They never really got into trouble, but they did have a lot of fun!
Anzee also had another who she called a sister. Her name is Uryviel. Uryviel was a fair Elfish woman with blonde hair and beautiful eyes. Anzee knew they would be fast friends. Soon, they came to know each other and
Anzee and Kemian married in the spring after they met, however, Kemian had to go back to his native tribe of Elves. They were at war and needed him. He was after all the commander of their army and they did need him! He didn’t leave her empty handed, however. A large purse of coin, a lovely Elven cloak and a tiny baby inside were the gifts he gave to her before he left. Her heart was a sad one when he left, she knew that she would most likely not see him again but the fact that she carried their baby inside of her made her happy. For, as you see, the baby is half of her and half of him. So, she relished in the fact that there were people there in Ar’Tauron who loved her and supported her and settled down to begin a candle shop. However, one day, something went terribly wrong…
The woman who was the head of this town, she was basically the “mother” of everyone. Everyone knew her, loved her and if you were in good with her, then you had everything you needed! She was, however, a little off her rocker. If you tried to leave to go somewhere else, she would either have you killed or publicly humiliated so that there was no point in ever coming back. There were stories that she had gone mad because of all the things going on around her. Others said that she was having trouble with her husband, who she had only just married months before her insanity began.
People were afraid of her. Many would not leave because even though they didn’t agree with what Arian, (that was her name), was doing or saying, they hadn’t run into any trouble with her so they would simply stay out of the way until she calmed down or kicked them out, too.
Meneluin was asked, forcibly, to leave and Anzee would not stand for that, so they asked her to leave as well. Anzee went from town to town searching for her sister but she could not find her! Uryviel however found her own inn so many of them stayed there. Anzee had her own personal room there and that is where she would rest when she needed a place to stay. (The time after Ar’Tauron is really sort of a blur, so if you want you can reply to me and let me know what to add in!)
Anzee had her baby in October, on the 18th. She named her little baby girl Ivy Meneriel WildHearte. Meneriel is of course “Meneluin” and “Uryviel” put together! Anzee loved her sisters and decided that that was the best way to keep them close to her.
As Ivy grew, so did Anzee. Anzee turned into the kind of mother she always wanted to be, however she had always imagined having a husband at her side to help her! She was taken in by a wealthy country, Anzee cannot remember the name however, and they let her stay as long as she liked. She could do whatever she liked whenever she liked. Anzee taught her daughter how to read, how to write and how to sew and other things that Anzee herself had learned at her daughter’s age. She also taught her how to speak. Of course, Ivy was a very smart girl, being half elven! She had the cutest pointed ears, the reddest, shiniest, wavy hair, just like her mother. She had he deepest emerald green eyes anyone had ever seen and the fairest skin, the colour of fresh cream and it had a slight radiance to it all the time, even in December!
So, that is the story of Ivy and Anzee thus far!
Anzee Raquel WildHearte
Age: 25 years
Height: 5’5
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Fiery Red
Skin: White/Cream
Class/Talent: Healer, Craftswoman (Candles, lotion, oils, incense etc.) and Mother
Ivy Meneriel WildHearte
Age: 4 years
Height: 2’8”
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red
Skin: Cream
Class/Talent: None (yet)
~Caro ))
