Zenith Persimus

--Character is a creation for Tazlure an online PBP RPG which can be found here: [link] . It comes highly recommended to anyone interested in a fantasy RPG--


((Taken from Background history written by me))

Zeniths story started twenty four years ago, a chance meeting between a common soldier in the Imperial guard and a young adhiel(elf) healing woman. She was beautiful and he found himself intrigued by her flaxen hair and charming smiles. He was in Kislovan (The elven home on Tazlure) on a diplomatic mission to protect a courtier, he began to get to know her. Slowly at first- visiting her and feigning ailments which she then pretended to healed. Next thing they knew they were meeting in the evenings, making love under the starlight and enjoying a well-hidden relationship. That was, of course, until Selom (Zenith's mother) found herself with child. IT was a surprise, for Selom's family had been notorious for having difficulties conceiving, but not an unwelcome one. Selom went to her father, Maximilian (Zenith's father) at her side, and told him she wished to marry Maximilian. No sooner had the words escaped her mouth than her father had kicked Maximilian out of the house, he then forced Selom to refuse Maximilian. However despite his hatred of humans he could not find the strength to force her to terminate her pregnancy and Selom was forced to say farewell to the true love of her life and live the rest of her life in shame.

But that did not stop Maximilian

Every month - without fail- he came to Kislovan for four days. He bought knick knacks for Zenith and Selom, but was careful to visit when daylight was down- living in a forest near the house of Seloms father. He spent as much time as he could with his daughter, teaching her as much as he knew about tracking and hunting, operation of a long bow and fighting. Ever since she was old enough to walk he taught her- and she absorbed it all - because she adored her human father. Secretly Selom and Maximilian continued their relationship but on Selom's fathers orders they kept it under vigilant watch.

Especially as the Fire Lords (A group of human hating elves) became more daring

Despite her mothers attempts to get Zenith involved in the Adhiel society, she found herself alone. None of the Adhiel children had an interest in a half breed bastard, especially not a tomboy. So every night after school she would sit at home alone and study with her mother. Despite Selom's best attempts, Zenith began to withdraw. Even at the age of twelve she was much more interested in war tactics then boys, and more prone to wearing leggings than saris. She grew content in her outcast status, and Selom's fears began to grow as the Kislovans began to watch the girl with a growing interest.

A dangerous interest.

When Zenith was twenty she met her father for the last time. They spent a day together - her birthday as it were - and he gave her two very large presents. One was a young Kislovan bred palfrey mare, a beautiful creature with a coat as black as night, four large stockings that crept over her knees/hocks, and a wide white blaze that crossed from her right eye to her left nostril. She also had one blue eye and one brown one, the most fantastic sort of creature with sweet demeanor and lots of training. Maximilian had bought and trained the mare himself, and Zenith was ecstatic. HE then produced a long bow he called the Wolven, crafted by his own hand specifically for her. Zenith swore to treasure them, and she always did, but what happened next no one could have predicted.... Nor want to predict.

As they walked back to her grandfathers house Zenith felt an eerie chill spread down her back. Maximilian turned his head and there, standing before them on a horse of pure black, was a fire lord. The man cried out with a scream as shrill as a demon, and Maximilian shouted at Zenith to run. She ran, fast and far, and when she returned the only thing she found of her father was his ashes and his broken skull. Zenith had found out the hard way what happens to tainted blood in Kislovan, and after that she swore she would leave the country of her birth and become an established member of her fathers homeland - The Citadel.

If Zenith had thought her life was at an all time low she was wrong, for Selom had loved Maxmilian with all of her heart and the loss of him hit her hard. Slowly the beautiful Adhiel woman faded before her daughters eyes - a woman who should have lived another hundred yahren suddenly passed in three - and Zenith found herself completely alone at twenty four.

Selom's father, Zenith's grandfather, chose to remain in Kislovan and offered to ride with her to the edge of the countryside. He showed Zenith the basics of country survival and gave her directions to the Citadel. He helped her purchase what she needed and - when they reached the boat that was to take her to the citadel- he offered to return with Solstice (the mare her father had given her only four years earlier) and watch over her until she returned. Seeing as he was only one hundred sixty yahren old, he would be alive for many more years... And not having to take care of the beautiful palfrey would be to her benefit, especially with her limited funds. At least until she was an established member of the Imperial guard (her fathers former employer)- as was her deepest wish.

Kissing her grandfather goodbye she removed her pack and took off into the Empire. But she was not within its borders for longer than a day before she found a companion, a young human named Siam - a traveling bard - who exhibited an interest in Zenith that she had never before known. He called her beautiful - stunning - and flattered her with pretty words and silent treacheries. She fell deep within the spell of his beautiful words, and after a month of travel she found herself madly in love with him. But he did not feel the same way about her. One night she found herself swaying in his embrace, his hands caressing her soft curves and his lips pressing against hers, but then his hands traveled further. Touching her in hidden places and awakening feelings she had never before known. She longed for him, she cried for him, enraptured as she was and when he took her and said he loved her she felt happy.

The next morning he was gone, with half of Zenith's money and all of her heart.

She felt violated, furious, and hurt at the same time. She spent a week looking for him before giving up, once more alone and this time even more wounded and poor then before. It was then she swore to her god that her life would be devoted to war, not to the wiles of women, and that she would never again allow herself to be entranced by petty words or half-promises. That day she swore to never cry again, nor to smile unless it was necessary. All feeling was cut off from her body, and what remained was hidden behind masculine clothes, swords and daggers. What remained of the daughter of Selom was gone, just a shell of the once beautiful girl with amazing promise as some mans wife and lover.

She became deadly that night, lethal, because she no longer wanted to care and that determination was brutal in its intensity.



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This is my first manipulation in A VERY long time but Im quite happy with it, I got to play around with some fun new brushes and my new CS3 version of adobe. Plus I have been dying to make a representation of this character since I created her.

The name Zenith Persimus and the Wolven are both derived from a series of novels by Sara Douglass... Although the characters history, personality and appearances are not those of the character Zenith nor the character with the last name Persimus (who was a man). It was simply the first name that came to mind for a character as strong as this.

Woman - provided by the fantastic KristyVictoria [link]

Background - beautifully designed by JLStock [link]

Brushes - assorted CS3 presets