Gzane Delmirev

Player Character

Backstory:

Phase 1:

Gzane was born a brass dragon in the Delmirev clan, that's also the place she spent all her life growing up. From a young age she showed great determination, and a kind heart. She dreamt of being that person her clan could depend on to keep her home in check, safe from scoundrels and criminals, and inspire the good will in others. So when she became of age, squireship was in her hands, she trained long and hard to prove herself worthy of the career she chose, however once she was assigned to guard duty, it practically only went downhill from there. She didn't think her years of martial arts training would only amount or sending the same rude drunkard home from the tavern each night, or catching the occasional grubby youngster at the market square.
Fourteen years she spent in the same daily routine, seeing her own talents being clearly being misused. She found an outlet for herself in drinking, it started small, but got worse with each day. Leading to the incident that changed her life the first time. A friend and colleague of hers tried to speak sense into her while she's drowned herself in mead, she broke out in a rage, nearly killing the man with her bare hands, seeing the terrified faces around her that day, she knew her life was over in the city, and so she fled, fled by foot, as far away as her feet would carry her.

Phase 2:

It would be some time before Gzane would be able to trust others, she kept her secrets to herself; a disgraced member of her clan, though her head was still being hunted far and wide. She found herself joining a mercenary group, earning her enough money to buy out an Inn, and all seemed to go well for her for a few months, when it all came crashing down again.
On one of the later mercenary expeditions, she was tracking one of the ringleaders running the underground of the city she was staying in, right after they had arrived upon her doorstep, and blown half her establishment apart. She set after him, shoving citizens aside to reach her target, injuring many in the clash. But she was too big, too emotional, and too hotheaded to realize what she was doing. It ended with several civilians throwing themselves at her to keep her locked down, at which point, public opinion was that she blew her own establishment up and harmed many in a fit of blind rage. Gzane was trailed, and sentenced to ninety days of prison, before her own execution. Gzane at these news, had her entire world shatter around her. Accepting her own death, she would face the consequences head on. Once transferred to the jail, she spent the better part of a week in willing isolation, her mental fortitude was shattered, and she didn't trust herself to be able to help others again. She was a nobody, and she would die a nobody. So when she didn't think she could lose anymore than she already had, she decided she wouldn't spend the next 85-ish days alone.

Phase 3:

She would wake up early every day, and stand by the front gate, volunteering to show the new prisoners transferring over, around the premise, and make their time there better, all while spilling her guts about all the fuck ups she's made. One of the guards soon caught wind of the news about Gzane's efforts to make the prison a better place, and she'd get jobs in food production, cleaning work, and would start to know each of the guards in person, all while she carried herself to the bitter end.
21 days before the day of her execution, a perculiar noble man showed up at the prison to meet the criminal dragonborn with the greatest heart in all of the prison. He offered to pay her bail, saving her from being executed in a few days. In exchange for the complete ownership of her person. Gzane didn't feel as though she had any choice in the matter, the only other option was death. She agreed to the terms, and her release was scheduled. Since this moment she's worn an enchanted collar around her neck, allowing her to hear her owner's voice whenever he needed her for something. And she's practically served him as a bodyguard since, with complete loyalty.
However after a couple of months living like this she was once again allowed to live her life however she wanted it, as long as she'd remember never take the collar off, or the enchantment would kill her. Her owner still calls her every now and then to ask her to do something for him, maybe even just to know what she's up to and who she's with. He also has the killswitch at his fingertips, should it ever be needed

Current Location

Orrin

Species

Dragonborn

Ethnicity

Orrian

Age

34

Year of Death

431 AT

Circumstances of Death

Died in the Assult of Lardel Citadel

Place of Death

Lardel Citadel

Sex

Female

Eyes

Amber

Hair

None

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Brass

Height

7'2"

Weight

328