Commander Taya IronbloodAlliance:
Second in CommandAge:
Antje TraueOther Images: ::General::
180 lbs Hair Color:
Besides her lean, dense muscle, Taya has several scars known only to her doctors and lovers which litter her back. None of her lovers have been foolish enough to ask of them if they desire to keep breathing, though, and she doesnít talk about them. While itís not a mark, she also has a severe case of resting bitch face, Items:
In times of battle or when she needs to make a more intimidating appearance, Taya dons her dark armor, of Elven design and craft, which inspires a healthy amount of fear with her reputation. Assisted, of course, by her weapon of choice, the Dwarven great axe. When not preparing for battle, Taya was more a minimalist; simple leggings, tunic and boots, she has no need of jewelry and the like. ::Character::Personality:
Upon first meeting the woman, most find Taya to be cold. Stoic. Itís rumored she has no emotions at all, that her blood is ice, rather than the iron of her ancestors. No one has ever seen her raise her voice, her words typically laced with the threatening chill of violence in disputes. Though, as her words usually sound icy and cruel, some question her humanity. Of course, with a weapon in hand, her lineage is never questioned. Only in battle does she seem to come alive. The icy exterior cracks and shatters, releasing the fiery warrior within. Her lust for battle shines, true to her Ironblood name and it is no wonder how she came to be Dakeyrasí Second.
What others donít know, donít see, is how deeply she can care. Beaten down into the darkest depths of her heart, she is capable of great affection. She keeps strong emotions such as hatred, sorrow, and love locked away, only showing them on rare occasions with those she trusts, the number of which is fewer than the occasions of overwhelming emotion she has experienced. Biggest Fear:
Failure, showing her true selfTalents/Flaws:
A strong and fierce warrior, she is a deadly weapon all on her own. Put a weapon in her hands and she becomes a cold and calculating deathdealer. Combat tactics and styles are her forte, though she knows simple first aid.
With blades and axes, Taya is as graceful as an elf. Hand her daggers and watch them sail through the air with pinpoint accuracyÖ But give her a bow and sheís lucky to hit the broadside of a mountain. Her lack of experience with her emotions can also get the better of her. Normally, her decisions are based on logic, but if her emotions overcome her, she can be irrational and unpredictable. Mage:
Born the 5th child of Graith Ironblood and his wife Talia, Taya was seen as a curse upon the house of Ironblood. The only daughter amongst four sons, there were complications with her delivery, resulting in the death of her mother shortly after. Blame for her motherís death rested on the shoulders of the girl as she grew up and were it not for the few good and secret intentions of an aunt, her motherís sister, she wouldnít have lived past infancy. The babe survived much to her fatherís dismay.
Growing up was even harder on the young girl. Her father was brutal, his demands on her high, while his expectations were low. She trained with her brother, starting at the age of five. Despite them all being larger and older, she was expected to keep up, and when she couldnít, she was disciplined for it. Meals taken away, evenings locked outside or chained in the darkness, left in solitude, or the application of pain. Few many years, Taya was familiar with the sting a whip could inflict. Failure in her lessons were not the only times she would be so punished. When she showed any signs of weakness, tears or complaints, or affection, she paid the price. She never understood her fatherís reasoning, but he taught her one thing through it all: Emotions were weakness, to be abandoned for strength. So she buried them deep within her heart, locked away to not see the light of day. It didnít stop the beatings or the imprisonments. Not until her first kill.
Practice was done with real weapons, always was, but duels between the siblings were watched closely, the final blow never connecting. When it came time for Taya to duel, the watchful eye of her father seemed to wander. Left to fight her middle brother, four years her senior and large as an orc, the seemingly tiny twelve year old stood ready and fearless. Taya was no fool. It was apparent her father had no intentions of stepping in the save her and her brother moved with every desire to kill. She was forced to quickly change the tables and using his size against him, ended the duel with her brotherís body dropping to the ground in a heap, his head rolling towards their father in utter silence. She was punished that night, for stealing another of her fatherís family, but she showed him no weakness, gave him no tears, and showed no remorse for her brotherís death.
Marked for the rest of her life with her punishment, Taya was soon ignored, disowned. So used to the constant training and abuse, she spent the next four years training on her own, keeping her expectations high, pushing her boundaries. In spite of her father, she kept the family name, offering challenges to her remaining brothers, proving to herself and her father, that she was strong, stronger than her siblings, that she was of Ironblood. By the time she was sixteen, she was the only child of Ironblood left, leaving her father to dwell on the end of his family name. What most of her tribesmen found odd was she never pursued leadership. She accepted challenges against her, resolving them quickly, but she never sought to gain power from them.
It was this strength, and lack of ambition, that drew the eyes of her cousin, Dakeyras Firefist. Lost, with no direction, the King of the Barbarians took her in two years after he seized control, helping her hone her skills and grow stronger and stronger still. Over the years, a bound grew between, one Taya had never had before. Family. Dak became more of a brother to her, a true brother, and it was often you did not see one without the other, especially in combat. It was no surprise when he named her his second, and the rumors around it were further from the truth as possible. She follows Dakís order with unwavering loyalty, still seeking to prove her strength. O/O's:
Slow and sensual arenít typically Tayaís thing. Rough, hungry, even angry are more her pace. Given her past, though, binds and whips arenít even a consideration, no matter who is tied up. Otherwise, her O/Oís are like my own.Et Ceteras:
While she doesnít fear Magic, she doesnít trust it and typically those that wield it. Taya also harbors a severe dislike of slavery but her loyalties to Dak keep her from speaking out against him.