Wei Yoake

PERMANENT RECORD

NAME: Wei Eno Yoake
AGE: 19
D.O.B: 1st March
GENDER: Female
YEAR GROUP: 4th
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
FAMILY: N/A
NEXT OF KIN: N/A


HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: 132 lbs / 59.8 Kg
HAIR COLOR: Blue with white streaks
EYE COLOR: Red
COMPLEXION: Fair

PERSONALITY TRAITS

• Adventurous
• Compasionate
• Dependable
• Persistent
• Stubborn
• A bit of a tease
• Confident
• Dutiful
• Reliable
• Pushes her luck a little sometimes
• Sarcastic (with some people)
• Impulsive
• Does tolerate stupidity/idiocy very well
• Bad temper
• Vengeful
• Can be a little neurotic at times
• Her tastes in clothing are a little... Strange and seem to cover just enough that she's able to move. She likes them, finding them to be comfortable while remaining easy to fight in, others may not see it that way.

LIKES:
• Being comfortable
• Magic
• Weapons (especially swords or lances)
• Poker
• Swimming
• Snowboarding
• Parkour
• Gymnastics
• Cheerleading

DISLIKES:
• Strangers touching her ears
• Liars
• Cheats
• Extremely loud noises
• Idiocy
• Failure
• Math, she literally fails at math

HABITS:
• Humming
• Swaying when she walks
• Teasing when she knows someone likes her
• Being a little too open

INTERESTING TRAITS:
• Rather flexible
• Nimble
• She doesn't need to breathe so swimming is much easier for her

Wei was born to a loving mother and father, she inherited both her mothers elven heritage and her fathers unique abilities, her father being a water dragon so he didn't need to breathe beneath the waves of the ocean and her mother was his charge. He protected her and his daughter with the utmost care and vigilance. Wei wasn't sure how they ended up together but she didn't mind either way. Instead she loved them just as much as any other child would their parents.

At the age of nine, during the cold months of winter, after going out in to the near by lake to play she returned home, not to the loving embrace of her parents but to the scent and smell of blood. The smell of death lingered. Her mothers body laid on the door step to the home, littered with arrows and riddled with bullets, she couldn't find her father. Panic ran through every nerve ending in her body, sheer, terror as she ran from the house and started screaming for her father.

Snow was falling, marking the beginning of a small trial, for this child to face the harsh winters edge to find her parent, the one she thought was still alive.

It didn't take long for her to find him.

At first? She didn't even recognize him. She couldn't recognize her own father. A large dragons corpse laid there in freshly fallen snow. Crimson soaked in to the crisp white, the contrast was enough to make the little girl stop in her tracks and stare. She didn't cry. She didn't scream. She just stood there watching as blood oozed from the fresh corpse in to the snow.

Utter silence as the snow fell around her attempting to shield her young eyes from the bloody mess before her. Yet it was in vain. She'd already seen the horrors of death now. Slowly she approached, just in case the one she called daddy was still alive, in case he were in pain. She used one of the elven spells her mother had taught her to try and heal him. He was long dead, but she didn't understand that. She didn't want to believe he was gone too. He had been skinned, all his scales taken, his claws, teeth and horns cut barbarically from his body.

She spent hours knelt there in the blood soaked snow, repeating that elven magic. Till she couldn't any more.

Eventually she fell asleep beside the corpse of her father. Silent tears lulled her to sleep. She won't ever forget that day. It still haunts her even now when she sleeps, it's something she'll never let go of and something she'll never forgive. Never forgive, never forget.

She almost froze to death that night. It wasn't till some travelling merchants saw her tiny frame, that was almost completely hidden in the snow, that she woke up to the distant sounding yells of panic. Her eyes slowly opened, vision blurry, body shaking and shivering, almost partially frozen. They pulled her out of the snow. Out of the bitter cold. Set up camp and had her sit near the fire before they forced soup down her to try and stave off the cold.

She was carried along by them for a month, not once did she say a single word. The trauma had sent her in to utter silence. She didn't even try to speak. She just used her body language to answer. It wasn't until a year or two later when they reached a city, Eden City to be exact that things changed. As they passed a graveyard she noticed people stood in there a large gathering and she pointed, wanting to stop and see what was going on, the curiosity of a child.

The merchant family humored her and she watched as people cried and large wooden boxes were put in the ground. Now she understood what was going on. Death had again claimed people, those left behind were upset. She wasn't alone in her suffering. Now tears flooded her eyes, she could barely see.

"I understand now." The first words she'd said in such a long time, it almost hurt to vocalize words. The merchants were shocked and amazed, they'd always thought her to be mute.

"Thank you, for looking after me. I want to stay here." She stated. She seemed a little cold in her approach but that didn't matter, they respected her wishes and once they had her situated in a home within the city, they were on their way after teary goodbyes and words of thanks.

She spent the rest of her time in Eden City, taking on little jobs here and there to pay her way and taking lessons from any swordsman or anyone that could sufficiently use a lance/pole arm. She's been in the academy for three years now, she plans on taking up some lessons as a student teacher. She's hoping that perhaps one day she too can teach others, though if she'd known who killed her parents? She wouldn't have been here. No. She'd have been trying to hunt them down and deal out a punishment fitting for them for hurting those she loved and cared about. Luckily, her life perhaps played out this way so she'd end up here. Well educated and moving forwards which wouldn't have happened had her parents still been alive.

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