Izara
Time was away and somewhere else,
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with the one pulse
(Somebody stopped the moving stairs):
Time was away and somewhere else.
And they were neither up nor down;
The stream’s music did not stop
Flowing through heather, limpid brown,
Although they sat in a coffee shop
And they were neither up nor down.
The bell was silent in the air
Holding its inverted poise—
Between the clang and clang a flower,
A brazen calyx of no noise:
The bell was silent in the air.
The camels crossed the miles of sand
That stretched around the cups and plates;
The desert was their own, they planned
To portion out the stars and dates:
The camels crossed the miles of sand.
Time was away and somewhere else.
The waiter did not come, the clock
Forgot them and the radio waltz
Came out like water from a rock:
Time was away and somewhere else.
Her fingers flicked away the ash
That bloomed again in tropic trees:
Not caring if the markets crash
When they had forests such as these,
Her fingers flicked away the ash.
God or whatever means the Good
Be praised that time can stop like this,
That what the heart has understood
Can verify in the body’s peace
God or whatever means the Good.
Time was away and she was here
And life no longer what it was,
The bell was silent in the air
And all the room one glow because
Time was away and she was here.
-“Meeting Point” Louis Macneice
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with the one pulse
(Somebody stopped the moving stairs):
Time was away and somewhere else.
And they were neither up nor down;
The stream’s music did not stop
Flowing through heather, limpid brown,
Although they sat in a coffee shop
And they were neither up nor down.
The bell was silent in the air
Holding its inverted poise—
Between the clang and clang a flower,
A brazen calyx of no noise:
The bell was silent in the air.
The camels crossed the miles of sand
That stretched around the cups and plates;
The desert was their own, they planned
To portion out the stars and dates:
The camels crossed the miles of sand.
Time was away and somewhere else.
The waiter did not come, the clock
Forgot them and the radio waltz
Came out like water from a rock:
Time was away and somewhere else.
Her fingers flicked away the ash
That bloomed again in tropic trees:
Not caring if the markets crash
When they had forests such as these,
Her fingers flicked away the ash.
God or whatever means the Good
Be praised that time can stop like this,
That what the heart has understood
Can verify in the body’s peace
God or whatever means the Good.
Time was away and she was here
And life no longer what it was,
The bell was silent in the air
And all the room one glow because
Time was away and she was here.
-“Meeting Point” Louis Macneice
Appearance
Izara is tall and strong, overall has a lean build but one shouldn’t assume she can’t pack a punch. Blah blah blah.
Skills and Abilities
>illiterate
>haggler
>flexible
>great at climbing
>great at finding trouble
>knows a bit of magic
>dual wields
>knife-throwing
Izzy can hold her own in a fist fight or a sword fight, although going up against a dreadlord or college student one would realize she’s quite lacking. Fancy footwork and using the environment to her advantage, Izzy can lurk around and make a surprise attack or go in full throttle with ease.
>haggler
>flexible
>great at climbing
>great at finding trouble
>knows a bit of magic
>dual wields
>knife-throwing
Izzy can hold her own in a fist fight or a sword fight, although going up against a dreadlord or college student one would realize she’s quite lacking. Fancy footwork and using the environment to her advantage, Izzy can lurk around and make a surprise attack or go in full throttle with ease.
Personality
Loud and playful and rambunctious, has an unfortunate temper that makes her very harsh on people despite never apologizing for her own mistakes. A pack rat on top of being greedy on top of having horrendous spending habits. When shes sad she will spend even her last coin on something ridiculous and it’s only when she’s poor that she’s willing to sell some of the stuff from her collection.
Don’t go into her room. Warning you now, don’t do it.
This being said, she’s very loyal to her crew and treats everyone quite fairly. Everyone gets an even split and even comes out alive, no matter what.
Don’t go into her room. Warning you now, don’t do it.
This being said, she’s very loyal to her crew and treats everyone quite fairly. Everyone gets an even split and even comes out alive, no matter what.
Biography & Lore
Izzy grew up knowing only war. Training to be a warrior, training to attack, training to make others bleed. Fighting tooth and claw no matter what. Ironic that her tribe was decimated by another, with her being a survivor and just by luck— playing dead and by using her father’s blood to cover her. No one could say that Izzy wasn’t a survivor, and she was off on her own as a young teen.
She traveled from Amol-Kalit to the Ixchel Wylds, learning that jungles could be far more dangerous than deserts, but yet she survived that, too. While in the Wylds she came across a group of explorers, and with her cat-like instincts and reflexes, was able to guarantee their success in keeping their lives. To thank her, they took her in, and that was how Izara, or Izzy as one woman lovingly called her, got into the business of searching for long lost treasures.
Of course, her new little makeshift family was torn apart after one particular temple-run near Mallia. Being chased by horrid werewolves on top of booby traps meant that the only one with the skill set to survive was Izzy. And once again she found herself all alone, but this time, the guilt was worse.
She traveled from Amol-Kalit to the Ixchel Wylds, learning that jungles could be far more dangerous than deserts, but yet she survived that, too. While in the Wylds she came across a group of explorers, and with her cat-like instincts and reflexes, was able to guarantee their success in keeping their lives. To thank her, they took her in, and that was how Izara, or Izzy as one woman lovingly called her, got into the business of searching for long lost treasures.
Of course, her new little makeshift family was torn apart after one particular temple-run near Mallia. Being chased by horrid werewolves on top of booby traps meant that the only one with the skill set to survive was Izzy. And once again she found herself all alone, but this time, the guilt was worse.
