Saana
The homeless Saana (a.k.a. Saqui, Keela, Fredrika, Suvi, Sabina, Teresia, Elli, Maaria, Aina, ...)
I see him... I saw his every move from the last week of his pathetic existence. I know this is his last week. I know this is his last day. I know it, for it will be my dagger in his neck very soon that will send his soul to the suffering of the divine justice. Don't be mistaken, I'll still put in my contribution to his pain as much as I can.
So yeah, apparently I have to wright this "journal" to prove I am worthy of the trust they want to put in me. They are the ones that want to trust and yet I am the one who is suppose to prove they can ! What is this bullshit. So euhm yeah, I'll try describing myself throughout this as best as I can.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
I think I an generally fit. I mean ... I'm always on the road eating what I can hunt. No time ti get fat while doing this. Even if my muscles have been weakened by the demon I'm still able to pack a punch if necessary. Add to this that I am still young in the best years of physical condition.
Body Features
I'm an average 5 foot 7 inches tall. Normal proportion, ten fingers, ten toes. Really nothing remarkable to say about my body. Except maybe that my general frame seems a little more fragile than most, still I assure you that I am not fragile. My skin tone is a normal, a little lighter if anything, colour of skin in the region I am from.
Facial Features
I have black curly hair. I don't usually comb them, what's the point anyway. I do however place them in a way to hide the half of my face with the scars. My eyes are a deep blue and pretty large. Or maybe is it my face that is small? My facial features all look a lot more delicate then the other girls I saw. My nose is small, my mouth is small and my jaws are too. And then there is my ears. I don't let anybody see them. I put hair on top of them. Instead of the normal round shapes, mine are pointy. Fucking pointy ears what is that! When I was young people said I was the product of incest and that is my I was abandoned in the forest. That is my a got those weird fucking ears according to them. Hell, for all I know they are right. If my scars or my ears don't show, people tends to say I'm a pretty little delicate lady. So little do they know.
Identifying Characteristics
So here it is. As mentioned earlier, I have scars all over the right half of my face. And they are not just light scars. They are the near disfiguring kind. the scars ass on my neck and go all the way to my elbow. I also got more scars in my back from the time I passed with Ian. Names can be found tattooed on my right forearm. Eight of them.
Physical quirks
I am right handed.
Special abilities
The demon gives me some of his power and I learned also some spells by myself.
Apparel & Accessories
I usually wear grey and red old clothes that I scavenged on my way. I wear boots and tight wraps of tissue around My arms and leg.
Specialized Equipment
I learned to use a dagger and a bow to hunt prey and humans alike. My longbow skill in particular is on point.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Oh my, this is gonna be cute. I was born who knows where from who knows who. Guess I wasn't worth shit to them either cause they left me out in the open to be eaten by wolves. As you can see, or rather read, my life started great right from the beginning. Knowing what was to come next, maybe the wolves were not as bad an option as it seems. Lord Alistair Tria and his hunting party found my crying self on a piece of wood where I was left. At first you would think he took me back because he was a human with a minimum of morals, but I'm sure now that he only saw the gold pouch I could bring him. A perfect slave he could train how the fuck he wanted from the very beginning.
I looked different than the other girls. My ears are weird and my face is much more frail then the others. I'm also a little smaller and I took more time to grow. It wasn't long before I was an outcast in the outcasts. Other children would pick on me and steal my food, or at least the shit they said was food.
I grew up in the village near his mansion. He wouldn't have me in there to tarnish his carpets. I would sleep in a barn with other slaves and their families. At first, I was given odd jobs like cleaning a well or fixing a high window. I think they secretly wished I fell and died. Well if this was the case, it wouldn't have continued for long. A human wizard was frequently at the mansion to try and teach magic to lord Alistair who was without any trace of talent, but wanted nothing more to be a powerful mage like in the old stories. William Shaelyn was his name. One day, I was copying books from the lord collection that were in rough state (I learned to write and read from this), the wizard saw a potential for magic in me. From there, my value increase far above the other slaves. I was now more close to a dog I'd say.
They started to send me to the training ground where the private guards of Alistair practised their blades and bow on wooden mannequin. I was so naive in those times. They put I sword in my hand and told me to hit the piece of wood in front of me. I couldn't even lift the sword from the ground. They laugh a little before punching me. "Ya need to get a little more tough young miss" they said while I was breathless on the ground. The next day they put me with some creepy guy named Zeph Kerenza. He took me away from the training ground and into the forest. There, he proceeded to teach me the use of a bow and a dagger. I was 12 at this time. Very soon, we begun hunting real prey. Partridge first, rabbit, then deer and moose. And then, there was that boy.
My first kill. My very first kill. A boy around my age, about 13 years old. I didn't knew why and was never told afterwards. He was there, cry for his mom. I put my dagger on his neck and twisted my wrist. The blood came out. Lots of it. Before I knew it, he was dead, all of his blood on me. I wanted to go in a river to wash it all away, but Zeph stopped me. He said I should learn the feeling of blood dry on my skin. Many kills were of my doing in the following year.
In the winter of my 14th year, Charnette Lexie took me in her class for young girls. At first, these were the best time I ever had. Everyday new knowledge to seize from the books. I later learned that I was there because the wizard wanted to make sure I would be ready to learn magic from him soon. I learned that Charnette was specially instructed to be gentle with me by the wizard. I couldn't believed it when another girl from her class told me what she was doing to them. She used cruel isolation and psychological torture on young girls to make sure they would be ready for whatever their future husband would need. She was there to create a state of submission into those girls. After a year of her class, William the wizard took me as his student.
Even tho I was now a student of magic, I still had to go on jobs as we called them with Zeph. I didn't knew anymore, if I ever had, what was a friend. And even with all the torments he inflicted on me, I thought Zeph was a friend.We would chat a little while on the track of the target. I was 16 when I first saw him look at me when I washed myself in the river. He actually never did more then that. Maybe I was too afraid to try. Or maybe I wasn't worth the try. Soon I was good enough to track and kill my targets alone. Generally weak peasants that were never able to defend themselves. If you slit the throat of enough people, you begin to find art in the splatter of blood they create. I could take hours sometime juste looking at the forms the blood made on walls and floors.
As I was better and better, I learned a few secrets. I learned all about the dark side of the lord and how he was making his gold. The people I killed were the parents of kidnapped children. Often they would be families that were in debts to Alistair with no means to pay. The chldren were then given to Charnette before being sold. Lots of noble in Sirdio love girls. Young girls. One girl once came in. I think she was what changed everything. She was named September Elsdon. She was an adorable frightened little child the first time I saw her. There was this particular noble named Roz Gray who came to this little business about every 3 months or so. He would point one and never whomever hu pointed would be seen ever again. He pointed Sptember. The second time I saw her, it would be in the woods a week later while on a tracking mission. Even now I couldn't describe the sight I had on this day.
Through burning my eyes with an horrible sight, it opened them to the evil that was going on. I didn't even knew there was anything else in life then what I had until then. I decided it had to end. I came back to Alistair to make art of his blood as I had did with many other's before. Only, he wasn't a little peasant like the targets I had until this point. He had guards. Guards that caught me. Guards that put me in jail. There is a special treatment for traitors. Ian Pam the head torturer found the same thing as I did in blood in the screams of his victims. On a night, or maybe it was a day, between two torture seances, on the fifth consecutive day without being permitted to sleep, I received a calling. A demon from the beginnings of times. I begged for him to burn this place. I offered my soul and body for him to take if he would set blaze to the mansion and reduce its occupant to charcoal in agonising flames. I wasn't sure if I was finally mad. There was a silence. Then, I felt my face burn. Then darkness.
Some echos of memories are still there, trying to resurface ...
You made me wait quite a while ...
Uhh whaaa ...
Tell me ... who is going to avange her if you don't?
I ... I can<t. Not like that ...
What denies you is an illusion ... Are you going to let this end like that?
No .. not like this. You seek, no, you need power. Am I correct?
It's easy now, It's all clear.
Have you finally come to your senses? How foolishly have you averted your eyes from the truth ...
All the misery I have been through, it was beating me to submission till you arrived.
And what will this power served?
I'll vanquish any foe because you're mine. I'll avenge her. Let us burn their filth of the surface of this world.
Such is the scream that dwells within you ...
... yes ...
Then let us forge a contract ... I am thou, thou art I ...
Call upon my name and release thy rage! Show the strength of thy will that can set a flame to your enemies, though thou be chained to Hell itself!
I woke up in the middle of the night. The mansion and the village were gone, only braising remains could be seen all around. In air smelt like fire and burnt meat. I looked in a direction and walked toward it. I wasn't sure if I was alive so the way I was going did not matter. I saw my face in a river I went to drink. The scars were fresh. It was a remainder of the things I did, of the pact I made with a demon. About three years went before I learned that Alistair and some others escaped their fates. It was unacceptable. The flame of vengeance was bright once more in my heart. I took their name to my flesh, marking them deep into the skin of my forearm. I need to never forget why I still exist. I hunt. I always was hunting, but now it was my last one.
My right arm became weak due of the demon's scars. It greatly affect my ability to use my dagger and bow as I used to. They are a reminder that the demon is always behind my back, watching and probably controlling my every step. It, no he, gave me the power to use spells I never learned or even heard of before.I feel the demon whispering and growing each time I use these power.
I heard about Bryan Temple being a contact of Alistair in Serdio. Now with the civil war he and the other survivor have gone there to make affairs. I'll find him. And when he will be in front of me he will talk. Then I'll send him to face divine justice.
In the midst of the night the prey I tracked still doesn't that he already have seen his last sun. Brian just kissed his wife goodnight and now he is going to check in on his two sons. He always make sure the are tucked in right in there bed and sleeping well. Then he goes to check if everything is in order in his workshop before going to bed himself. But not tonight. Tonight you don't go to your bed, you're coming with me. We are going to some pace quiet and far from here, well at least far enough so your screams doesn't get to anyone. I jump on him like a cat on a mouse. I don't play. An hour later he is my prisoner. I tell him the names. He tell me one back. He dies. Quickly. Painlessly. Peacefully.
From the point of an arrow
There is no mercy Just a brutal efficiency
For this quest is hallow
Blood ask for souls
If its to be alive
Build to the stars and thrive
And command all he can control
Paper dam to hold a flood
Coggin life so it runs as planned
To take it back to my hand
Souls ask for blood
I looked different than the other girls. My ears are weird and my face is much more frail then the others. I'm also a little smaller and I took more time to grow. It wasn't long before I was an outcast in the outcasts. Other children would pick on me and steal my food, or at least the shit they said was food.
I grew up in the village near his mansion. He wouldn't have me in there to tarnish his carpets. I would sleep in a barn with other slaves and their families. At first, I was given odd jobs like cleaning a well or fixing a high window. I think they secretly wished I fell and died. Well if this was the case, it wouldn't have continued for long. A human wizard was frequently at the mansion to try and teach magic to lord Alistair who was without any trace of talent, but wanted nothing more to be a powerful mage like in the old stories. William Shaelyn was his name. One day, I was copying books from the lord collection that were in rough state (I learned to write and read from this), the wizard saw a potential for magic in me. From there, my value increase far above the other slaves. I was now more close to a dog I'd say.
They started to send me to the training ground where the private guards of Alistair practised their blades and bow on wooden mannequin. I was so naive in those times. They put I sword in my hand and told me to hit the piece of wood in front of me. I couldn't even lift the sword from the ground. They laugh a little before punching me. "Ya need to get a little more tough young miss" they said while I was breathless on the ground. The next day they put me with some creepy guy named Zeph Kerenza. He took me away from the training ground and into the forest. There, he proceeded to teach me the use of a bow and a dagger. I was 12 at this time. Very soon, we begun hunting real prey. Partridge first, rabbit, then deer and moose. And then, there was that boy.
My first kill. My very first kill. A boy around my age, about 13 years old. I didn't knew why and was never told afterwards. He was there, cry for his mom. I put my dagger on his neck and twisted my wrist. The blood came out. Lots of it. Before I knew it, he was dead, all of his blood on me. I wanted to go in a river to wash it all away, but Zeph stopped me. He said I should learn the feeling of blood dry on my skin. Many kills were of my doing in the following year.
In the winter of my 14th year, Charnette Lexie took me in her class for young girls. At first, these were the best time I ever had. Everyday new knowledge to seize from the books. I later learned that I was there because the wizard wanted to make sure I would be ready to learn magic from him soon. I learned that Charnette was specially instructed to be gentle with me by the wizard. I couldn't believed it when another girl from her class told me what she was doing to them. She used cruel isolation and psychological torture on young girls to make sure they would be ready for whatever their future husband would need. She was there to create a state of submission into those girls. After a year of her class, William the wizard took me as his student.
Even tho I was now a student of magic, I still had to go on jobs as we called them with Zeph. I didn't knew anymore, if I ever had, what was a friend. And even with all the torments he inflicted on me, I thought Zeph was a friend.We would chat a little while on the track of the target. I was 16 when I first saw him look at me when I washed myself in the river. He actually never did more then that. Maybe I was too afraid to try. Or maybe I wasn't worth the try. Soon I was good enough to track and kill my targets alone. Generally weak peasants that were never able to defend themselves. If you slit the throat of enough people, you begin to find art in the splatter of blood they create. I could take hours sometime juste looking at the forms the blood made on walls and floors.
As I was better and better, I learned a few secrets. I learned all about the dark side of the lord and how he was making his gold. The people I killed were the parents of kidnapped children. Often they would be families that were in debts to Alistair with no means to pay. The chldren were then given to Charnette before being sold. Lots of noble in Sirdio love girls. Young girls. One girl once came in. I think she was what changed everything. She was named September Elsdon. She was an adorable frightened little child the first time I saw her. There was this particular noble named Roz Gray who came to this little business about every 3 months or so. He would point one and never whomever hu pointed would be seen ever again. He pointed Sptember. The second time I saw her, it would be in the woods a week later while on a tracking mission. Even now I couldn't describe the sight I had on this day.
Through burning my eyes with an horrible sight, it opened them to the evil that was going on. I didn't even knew there was anything else in life then what I had until then. I decided it had to end. I came back to Alistair to make art of his blood as I had did with many other's before. Only, he wasn't a little peasant like the targets I had until this point. He had guards. Guards that caught me. Guards that put me in jail. There is a special treatment for traitors. Ian Pam the head torturer found the same thing as I did in blood in the screams of his victims. On a night, or maybe it was a day, between two torture seances, on the fifth consecutive day without being permitted to sleep, I received a calling. A demon from the beginnings of times. I begged for him to burn this place. I offered my soul and body for him to take if he would set blaze to the mansion and reduce its occupant to charcoal in agonising flames. I wasn't sure if I was finally mad. There was a silence. Then, I felt my face burn. Then darkness.
Some echos of memories are still there, trying to resurface ...
You made me wait quite a while ...
Uhh whaaa ...
Tell me ... who is going to avange her if you don't?
I ... I can<t. Not like that ...
What denies you is an illusion ... Are you going to let this end like that?
No .. not like this. You seek, no, you need power. Am I correct?
It's easy now, It's all clear.
Have you finally come to your senses? How foolishly have you averted your eyes from the truth ...
All the misery I have been through, it was beating me to submission till you arrived.
And what will this power served?
I'll vanquish any foe because you're mine. I'll avenge her. Let us burn their filth of the surface of this world.
Such is the scream that dwells within you ...
... yes ...
Then let us forge a contract ... I am thou, thou art I ...
Call upon my name and release thy rage! Show the strength of thy will that can set a flame to your enemies, though thou be chained to Hell itself!
I woke up in the middle of the night. The mansion and the village were gone, only braising remains could be seen all around. In air smelt like fire and burnt meat. I looked in a direction and walked toward it. I wasn't sure if I was alive so the way I was going did not matter. I saw my face in a river I went to drink. The scars were fresh. It was a remainder of the things I did, of the pact I made with a demon. About three years went before I learned that Alistair and some others escaped their fates. It was unacceptable. The flame of vengeance was bright once more in my heart. I took their name to my flesh, marking them deep into the skin of my forearm. I need to never forget why I still exist. I hunt. I always was hunting, but now it was my last one.
My right arm became weak due of the demon's scars. It greatly affect my ability to use my dagger and bow as I used to. They are a reminder that the demon is always behind my back, watching and probably controlling my every step. It, no he, gave me the power to use spells I never learned or even heard of before.I feel the demon whispering and growing each time I use these power.
I heard about Bryan Temple being a contact of Alistair in Serdio. Now with the civil war he and the other survivor have gone there to make affairs. I'll find him. And when he will be in front of me he will talk. Then I'll send him to face divine justice.
In the midst of the night the prey I tracked still doesn't that he already have seen his last sun. Brian just kissed his wife goodnight and now he is going to check in on his two sons. He always make sure the are tucked in right in there bed and sleeping well. Then he goes to check if everything is in order in his workshop before going to bed himself. But not tonight. Tonight you don't go to your bed, you're coming with me. We are going to some pace quiet and far from here, well at least far enough so your screams doesn't get to anyone. I jump on him like a cat on a mouse. I don't play. An hour later he is my prisoner. I tell him the names. He tell me one back. He dies. Quickly. Painlessly. Peacefully.
From the point of an arrow
There is no mercy Just a brutal efficiency
For this quest is hallow
Blood ask for souls
If its to be alive
Build to the stars and thrive
And command all he can control
Paper dam to hold a flood
Coggin life so it runs as planned
To take it back to my hand
Souls ask for blood
Gender Identity
Is this a trick question? I mean it's pretty easy to see I'm a woman. Right?
Sexuality
WHY THE FUCK DO YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT THAT!
Education
I learned to read and write at a young age given the condition I was in. I learned while transcribing scrolls and books from Alistair's library. I studied magic with a weak wizard who thought of himself as a big shot for about 3 years. Even if I can't use my skills as good as I was able to, I learned to hunt and survive. I was proficient with a bow and dagger from the teaching of Zeph.
Failures & Embarrassments
I failed September and so many other girls, I failed myself, I killed innocents and now I am marked with those scars in my flesh by a Demon. You want me to go on...
Mental Trauma
Alright this is getting a little personal. That girl, September. She left a mark in my head. It was cruelty itself before my eyes. An animal wouldn't have done this. I see it in my sleep. I see it while wide awake. I can't escape this memory. It broke me. It killed me a little. No wonder the torture never got to me, I already have had a glimpse into hell itself.
What? What about my fascination with blood. That is perfectly sane. The splatters make art of the most finest details when it hit the ground. The it dries on different surfaces to make even more complex little shapes is an expression of nature.
And OK I might admit that being rewarded only to kill for years may have dull me a little on the idea of murder. But is it really a bad thing if it helps me to cleanse the world of some terrible man.
What? What about my fascination with blood. That is perfectly sane. The splatters make art of the most finest details when it hit the ground. The it dries on different surfaces to make even more complex little shapes is an expression of nature.
And OK I might admit that being rewarded only to kill for years may have dull me a little on the idea of murder. But is it really a bad thing if it helps me to cleanse the world of some terrible man.
Morality & Philosophy
I am no scholar nor preacher. I don't know how people should live and even less how I should. Never the less I've seen what it is to live without laws or restriction. There is those who are good and those who are evil. With laws, there is no way to even know which your are yourself. Take those away and you will know. Most often you are evil. Evil is so much easier. I am evil and so I choose to put myself within a code of restriction. It is needed for those of us that can't do good from their own nature.
Taboos
Talking about my scars is the fastest way to meet your gods.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
On my right forearms are tattooed 9 names. From the wrist to the elbow :
That last one is not readable. I already killed him and then a ran the knife deeply into my arm over his name like we cross words of a list on paper. They will perish to my blade and when I'm done it'll be my turn for I don't deserve better then they do.
- Alistair Tria (Prime Evil)
- Roz Gray (Ashole merchant)
- Ian Pam (Torturer)
- Zeph Kerenza (Perv Ranger)
- William Shaelyn (stupid wizard)
- Tiriaq Echalook (Drunk Drug dealer)
- Charnette Lexie (Bitch slavemaker)
- Devon Leta
- Bryan Temple (Contact of the Prime Evil)
That last one is not readable. I already killed him and then a ran the knife deeply into my arm over his name like we cross words of a list on paper. They will perish to my blade and when I'm done it'll be my turn for I don't deserve better then they do.
Likes & Dislikes
I like swimming. It is the way I can relax and wash the blood off my skin after a job is done. The soft feeling of fresh water running over me, getting away down the stream bringing my sins with it. I heard about infinite expense of water. They called it ocean. I hope I can swim in one someday. I recently discovered a liking to the things that grows. Plants from flower to trees and fruits or herbs. I like books. They are the reason I know the world is much more vast than what anybody can live for themselves in their short lives. Books tho, they let live through the experience of the writer what it is to go to the tops of mountains or in the deepest cavern. With them, the world is within the reach of anybody. With books, I could live for a 1000 years in the 70 or so that are given to me. I like birds. I wish would have been born as one. They are colorful, free and seem happy. They have every reasons to be. They can fly above forests, lakes and deserts alike without having to worry about the corruption of men down on earth.
I don't like light beer. Tastes like piss. Yes I sadly know what piss tastes like. It makes the stupid even stupider. If you are to drink, don't be a bitch and go for the strong stuff. I don't like to see my reflection in mirrors and water. Nothing more to say about this.
I don't like light beer. Tastes like piss. Yes I sadly know what piss tastes like. It makes the stupid even stupider. If you are to drink, don't be a bitch and go for the strong stuff. I don't like to see my reflection in mirrors and water. Nothing more to say about this.
Hygiene
I live in the fucking woods. there is not many five star inns with baths and fancy soap there. I do what I can with the rivers I find in my way, but it as its limits. It's not like I want to be dirty or anything. Baka.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Everyone I know is either dead or I want them to be.
Family Ties
None, I was left orphan in the woods to die. The only thing that might link them to me is that strange necklace I could never remove from my neck.
Religious Views
Whatever Gods that might be, I gave up my right to implore their mercy a long time ago by my actions. I am fully prepared to be judged by them for what I have done.
Social Aptitude
I'm good at not existing and I like it that way.
Hobbies & Pets
I ... I have a cat. And .. I love him. He is my sweet little furry ball, so cute.
Wealth & Financial state
I am fucking poor.
Species
Year of Birth
11126 HE
19 Years old
Birthplace
Tarvas
Children
Current Residence
Living on the roads
Gender
Female
Eyes
Large dark blue eyes
Hair
Raven Black
Height
5"4'
Weight
95 lbs
Aligned Organization
Character Prototype
Sebille from divinity original sin 2.
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