Delisha Zrazorian

Character Name: Delisha Zrazorian
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 21
Class: Rogue/Bard
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: Lysis


Bio:
Upon first discovering the abandoned, wide-eyed little infant, the old whore cackled out loud, “Oh how delicious”.

And so Delisha was named, and temporarily adopted by the “ladies” of the Purple Seagull, a sleazy brothel
tavern, rotting deep within the slums of Port Slather.

Delisha’s childhood was that of the typical homeless waif, who survived on the murderous, harbor streets in the
City of Despair…hard and ruthless and cruel.

The shadows became young Delisha’s only friends… the darkness of the night her security blanket. Like the other
homeless street urchins, she grew up stealing simply to stay alive… learning when to run and where to hide… how to
slip silently into the shadows to avoid a fight… when to use her innocent little smile to hypnotize the fancy Ladies…
while her nimble fingers emptied their expensive purses.

And like all those who live on the streets, Delisha matured quickly, learning that men too were easily charmed by
her innocent, wide-eyed smile and developing young body. Throughout her teenage years she survived and prospered
using her thieving skills in combination with her female wiles.

Yet, Delisha dreamed for a life of high adventure… fascinated by the sailors’ tall tales of strange and exotic places,
filled with mystery and splendor. Her vision was to put Port Slather and all its low-life degenerates behind her…to leave
this god-forsaken little hellhole forever and become a wandering minstrel… Far away from Port Slather’s filthy walls and
disease ridden streets.

For Delisha loved to sing…her deep, melancholy voice could bring a tear to the eye of the most hardened brigand. Many said
the sad ballads she wrote were an open window to her tortured soul.

True to her dream, upon reaching her twenty-first birthday, Delisha abandoned her life of thievery and prostitution to begin her
new life as a Bard… leaving the City of Despair far behind… seeking her destiny… off to discover the world in all its wonder!

Description:
Delisha is a twenty-one year old, female, skilled in all the physical and mental aspects one would need to survive her harsh urban
upbringing. Slender and wiry, with big hazel eyes and short light-brown hair, she stands 5’ 2’’ tall and weighs 101 pounds. She has
a small, half-moon shaped scar high on her left cheekbone just below her left eye.

Basic Personality:
Delisha has little trust for people in general and is especially distrustful of middle-aged males. She understands very well, however,
the inequality of the sexes, thus avoiding risky situations whenever possible and using her femininity to her advantage whenever needed.

Strong willed and stubborn like her sun-sign the Bull, Delisha is determined and relentless, letting nothing stand in her way when she
sets her mind to a task.

Quiet and aloof, Delisha is a woman of few words, learning early in life the advantage of listening over talking. An expert in face and body
language, she is not easily fooled or deceived.

Curious but patiently cautious aptly describes young Delisha, her life experiences teaching her the folly of hasty decisions.

Education:
Delisha’s education comes from living on the streets of Port Slather and has no formal schooling what so ever.
She speaks fluent common able to flip between the speech of a drunken sailor and that of a Noble’s maid without batting an eyelash.
She also speaks and understands a spattering of Elven and Dwarven, mostly phrases needed to trade or curse. She can read and write
common only at an elementary level and has only rudimentary math skills.

Outlook on Life:
Delisha is a realist with no delusions or illusions about life, when approached with any request or offer her first thought is always…
“What’s in it for me?”

Although known to whisper a prayer to Lysis in times of dire distress, Delisha has little use for any religion, considering all the different
organized superstitions little more than a scam for the weak.

Fear – An original ballad by Delisha Zrazorian

You can smell their fear; you can taste their fear
You can see it in their eyes
Whatever they don’t understand
They show no compromise
Don’t trust the stranger, turn him out, he’s not like you or me
Shun him, hate him, trust him not
He’s different you see

Lighting flashes, thunder crashes, close your shutters to the storm
The Gods must have a reason
For sounding the alarm
Lock your doors and bolt them tight, against the shadows and the wind
Then fall upon your knees and pray
Beg forgiveness from your sins

You can smell their fear; you can taste their fear
You can see it in their eyes
Whatever they don’t understand
They always demonize
Don’t trust the stranger, turn him out, he’s not like you or me
Shun him, hate him, trust him not
He’s different you see

The moon eclipses father sun, all darkening the land
A frightening phenomenon
They just don’t understand
So they amplify their ignorance, pointing fingers here and there
Drown her, hang her, burn the witch
Suspicion everywhere

You can smell their fear; you can taste their fear
You can see it in their eyes
Whatever they don’t understand
They show no compromise
Don’t trust the stranger, turn him out, he’s not like you or me
Shun him, hate him, trust him not
He’s different you see

DZ