Zevine

BACKSTORY
Born to a tiefling father and a human mother, Zevine grew up in a tiny community in Davros as the middle child of six children. Her father, Srortak, made his fortune working as a fighter specializing in mercenary work. Her mother, Kalri, owned the local flower shop. Wishing for his children to stay out of trouble, Srortak made arrangements for each of his children’s careers once they came of age.  

The oldest son, Malil, was assigned as a Rogue specializing in academics.

The eldest daughter, Zelies, was given the role of Fighter specializing in hunting.

The middle son, Karthor, landed himself a job as a Paladin working closely with his brother Malil in academics.

The second youngest son, Barus, found himself work as a Monk, with skills in being an Artisan.

The youngest daughter, Rilia, made her match as a Rogue with the speciality of herbs and medicine, able to aid her mother in the flower shop.

 

And what of the middle daughter, Zevine? Well, she became a Beast Master Ranger. Her special skills didn’t come to light until her maternal grandfather passed away unexpectedly in his farmhouse. Not wanting to lose the land, Kalri passed down the farm to Zevine, wishing to not only keep the farm in the family, but to also keep the flower shop within the community.

 

And so, Zevine became a farmer.

 

There was, however, an issue that dear ol’ grandpa didn’t mention: the land in which the small community was living on was being eyed by an amusement park mongul. After many years of successfully turning down large monetary offers for the land, the mongul had raised enough funds to buy the land right out from underneath the residents. They had one year to either match the amount (which was at a ludacris rate) or find something on the land in which would warrant the land to be saved and preserved.

 

Unfortunately, neither of the options came to light after one year. As quickly as Zevine moved in, thus she quickly lost the farm, and her family and their neighbors lost their homes in exchange for loud, boisterous tourists in the new amusement park built on top of their land.

 

Shortly afterwards, Kalri, Zevine’s mother, disappeared to an unknown fate. Despite their best efforts, Srortak and his children were unable to locate her.

 

Homeless and now without a mother, the teenage Tiefling was embraced by her middle-aged father, his red horns long and curved almost looked like they were shining in the setting sun.

 

“Head for Hardholme, you’ll be better off there.” Srortak looked his daughter dead in the eyes, immediate tears came from Zevine. Before she could protest, her father spoke once again.

“We’ll see you there soon. We’ll be alright. Go.”