Zasha Vazova | Witch

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✧ Soft Spoken
✧ Calm
✧ Highly Intelligent
✧ Sweet
✧ Kind

Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Cold
✦ Commanding
✦ Bad Temper

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Parents: NikolaeSergei Vazova, Alliluyeva Emma Ivanovna
Siblings: None
Other Family: None
Important Others: Kasen Bennette
History:

Born in the dead of one of Kirishi, Russia's harshest winters to Nikolae and Aliluyeva Vazova, Zasha Nikolaevna Vazova proved to be a survivor from the very start. Despite the chill that the small, three room thatch hut rarely ever protected the family against, the child thrived throughout the winter months, never being more than a few feet away from her mother at all times as the woman went about her daily tasks of cooking, cleaning and preparing salves, potions and herbal remedies for those who came across their home on their journeys to other cities. As the child grew, so did her curiosity and ingenuity for all things magical and mythical. Taught by both of her parents to respect nature as well as how to command certain elements of it, she could just as easily be found laying quietly among the tall grasses and wild flowers of the surrounding plains, her face warmed by the sun as she listened to the constant, peaceful sound of the wildlife that surrounded her. Nikolae taught her to hunt humanely and only for what was necessary for them to survive, instilling the value of life, big or small into the child at an early age while Aliluyeva showed her daughter the ins and outs of healing with herbs, poultices and potions. Her mother also taught her even more ancient arts, such as botany, alchemy and defensive magic. During the summer months, her parents would take a sort of pilgrimage into the nearby cities and towns to sell excess furs and materials as well as replenish their stores of herbs and other necessities that they could not grow or find themselves.

It was during one of these visits, when the child was no more than five that the sweet tempered child's life would forever change. The Vazova family had arrived rather late one evening at one of the various Inns on the outskirts of Salekhard. Exhausted from their journey and wishing for nothing more than the comfort of a warm hearth and a soft bed, Zasha's parents left the child at a table as they spoke with the Inn keep to inquire about the cost of room and board for the evening. Curious as she was, the young girl caught sight of a copper haired stranger as he walked a silver coin between his knuckles. Fascinated by such a simple feat, she crept closer to the man and asked politely how he had accomplished such a thing. With a wicked grin, the stranger let the coin slip between his gloved fingers and then opened his hand to her, but there was no coin. Astonished and filled to the brim with questions, the child begged to know of what kind of power the man possessed in order to cause a coin or, anything for that matter to disappear. He offered to show her, if only she would follow him outside as the noise within the tavern was not conducive to teaching anyone. Hesitantly, she agreed and took the strangers hand slipping for the first time since she was born from the line of sight of her parents. The stranger guided the all too trusting child down the back alley, away from the dim glow of the oil lamps which of course prompted the child to question how he was to teach her anything if she could not see his examples.

Growing weary of Zasha's questions the man turned on her, revealing himself to be a creature of darkness common to the lands they were currently in. The vampire attempted to feed on the child, but not before she lit the strangers coat on fire causing the vampire to flee. It was dawn before Nikolae and Aliluyeva found their child, scared and trembling with fear of her own newly discovered power behind a pallet of boxes. Frantic and fearful of her discovery and being able to find none in the way of culprits save for the child's description, they took her up to their room where her mother did what she could to ease her daughter's fears but the damage was already done. Zasha recovered well enough, her temperament had not seemed to change much though she had become far more cautious and shy with strangers. The family moved on, wishing to put the incident behind them but it would soon come to light that such things would not be so easily done. Nikolae decided it would be best to cut their trip short and begin the journey home. Most of their wares had either been sold or bartered away by now and what little they had left could easily be stored until the following summer.

On their journey home, they were set upon by bandits, having no idea of their daughter's ability to create fire. When the deviants attacked, the five year old acted reflexively, using her ability to manipulate tree roots to cause the bandits to trip, fire enveloping her hands though the child was never burned by it. Scared off by such a sight, the bandits retreated and left the family to continue their journey in peace. Confused by their daughter's ability and slightly frightened by it, they sent her to America to study and learn to control her new abilities. She was under the care of a very knowledgeable witch until she turned eighteen, at which point she moved to Dakota to open her own Botany and Apothecary store, selling seeds, plants and potions out of a small corner shop.

It was during her time in Dakota that she met Kasen Bennette, a fellow witch that she grew rather fond of over the years of visitation and many talks that she had with him. Their friendship blossomed like a morning glory and Zasha came to enjoy his company and sense of humor. He quickly became one of her few and close friends and they often shared their knowledge of their craft with each other. When Kasen stopped coming into her shop, she became concerned but could not find any information about his whereabouts. After a while, business began to pick up more and more, and her long time friend could no longer be the focus of her attention. She was able to buy a small house outside of the town, enabling her to be closer to nature.

Now, at twenty five, Zasha continues to practice magic and live off of the land as her parents had taught her. Though she has not seen to them in years, she does send and receive letters from them often. It was during one early morning drive into town that Zasha found herself in unfamiliar territory. Confused by the sudden change in scenery and the very unfamilar sign boasting 'Welcome to Zepplin', the young woman came to a stop in the town, intent on attempting to figure out... Just where she was.




Alias: Carrie
How did you find us?: River Lily
Experience: 15 years
Other Characters: Rayvn Black, Amaya Johnson, Nessa Chandler, Ryoo Chandler, Brynn Gladstone, Bianca Fairday
RP Sample: The sun eased behind the highest peak of the blood mountains, torches and oil lamps slowly beginning to glow softly outside of the houses and shops that made up the Kingdom of Rengetul Sangelui. Those that did not wish to be caught on the streets after dark hurried home, seeking out the warmth and safety of the hearth while others found comfort in the creeping darkness, shedding the figment of mortal coil and allowing such things to dissolve into growing shadows to reveal the beasts beneath the tentative surface. Some of the shops that had sat dark all through the daylight hours lit up, their doors swinging open to welcome those that wished to step inside and browse the oddities within but this gradual awakening did not stop at the edge of town.

Along the castle walls, fires and lanterns began to burn atop the battlements, signaling the rising of those within. Further within the looming charred stone walls a woman stirred as the massive doors to her chamber creaked open to allow a single blonde haired girl entrance. She carried a silver tray, a single goblet upon it. The young woman approached the large dark oak bed and stood near the nightstand, not daring to say a word as she awaited the being within to draw her first breath of the evening. This process was one that was familiar with all who resided within the castle and a few without as well, though very few had the privilege of being so close when the nightly restoration of life happened.

Behind the thick cotton curtains, laying upon crimson sheets of silk a woman as pale as the moon rested with her eyes closed, soft features framed by soft curls of fiery red hair. A soft gasp slipped from the woman's slightly parted lips as her emerald eyes fluttered open and she sat up, back arching slightly as she let her head drop back for a moment, reveling in the scent that filled the room. She could hear the young woman's heartbeat, it's quick frightened rhythm pounding in her ears as she carefully folded back the bedclothes and allowed her feet to meet with the soft rug beneath. She reached up and drew the curtain back, stretching like a cat waking from a long nap as she took the goblet from the tray and drank slowly, ignoring the female that held the tray as if she were just another piece of furniture.

The redhead was clothed in a black form fitting shift that hugged her voluptuous body, cut low as it was meant for little more than to cover what was necessary while she slept. When she was finished she sat the goblet back on the tray and waved the young woman away dismissively, not once making eye contact with her. She moved across the stone room in silence until she reached the wardrobe and opened the doors, taking in the various dresses that hung there with scrutiny. There was little to do out of the usual and she found that it was perhaps not so necessary to overdo it with formalities.

The young woman left her and soon three more entered in her stead, standing aside while the woman chose what she wished to wear for the day. Once the woman had selected her dress, they removed it from the wardrobe and assisted the woman in changing. The female remained perfectly still, statuesque as the three handmaids stripped her of the shift, washed her and clothed her with the deep forest green gown before assisting her into the matching heels. One of them brought a chair over and allowed the woman a place to sit as they began to brush out her hair and braid it, the pleats falling down her back as another placed the black crown upon her head, a single ruby encrusted in the center.

A low rumbling could be heard from near the bed as the woman's pet seemed to awaken from it's own slumber, the beast rising from it's place beside her bed only to lumber over to the woman as the women fretted and fussed over their Queen's features. By the time they were done, the woman looked as regal as ever, her pale hand falling atop the massive green drake's head gently as she rose once again. By now, there was already a que waiting in the throne room for the woman. Once more she dismissed the three women without even looking at them before stepping from the room. The train of the gown swept behind her measured steps as she headed for the throne room. Soon enough Court was called to order as the woman took her place on the tall backed throne in the center, her chin tilted up ever so slightly as she kept her back straight, shoulders back and listened to those who came before her.


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