Biography:

Shulzari was born in a pool of water, on a warm (if you could call 40° warm!) near the Barbarian city of Halas.  Her clan of 30 was scarcely religious, but this child was a gift. Her father served as a hunter for the family, her mother and sisters as cooks and fur traders, and prepared all meat for eating. Her young brothers harvested grain until they were able to hunt, the elders sibs following the path of the rest of the family.  Nomads, all, holding a sense of family and honor.

Shulzari would like to be able to sort out these dreams in her head, of another place, and a woman that she feels like she has known since birth.

To see her family united again in love would bring great pleasure to her, as well as ceasing her nomadic lifestyle, and making a home for those she loves.

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The ritual was near completion.  Soon, Anani thought, her daughter would become something her family had not seen in over 200 seasons.  A Wise Woman.  Since the death of the last, her family had been wandering, unsure of the path they were to take. Births were not recorded.  Babies sometimes died of diseases only the Wise Ones knew how to cure.  Not anymore, Anani thought, Shulzari will be the Savior.

As Anani’s mother painted the ritualistic symbols on her engorged belly, she chanted and sang. A ritual only known to grandmothers. It pleased the old woman to chant such blessed words.  This child would know things that generations ago were common knowledge, but lost in their simple society.

Shalan, Anani’s husband, led the defense of the cave entrance.  The undead came five at a time, as the warriors tried to defend their tribe’s home from the evil that assaulted them.  Thank the gods his wife and their last child were safe from the attack. He did not know why this evil assault was directed at them, he just wanted to live his life. This, he would not do.  A pike stabbed through his middle, as he cried out the name of his unborn daughter, and died.

Anani stood to look towards the sun, allowing droplets of blood to fall from her fresh-made wound to her belly.  As the first drop landed, the ritual was complete. Visions flashed to her of two, not one, red-headed children, growing up magically to beautiful women, hammer and axes intheir hands, and smiling….

As Shalan screamed his daughter’s name, Anani felt sudden, painful contractions in her womb. Caught off-balance by the pain, she fell backwards into the pure, icy water of the pool, her mother struggling to help her out of the frigid water.  Shulzari was to be born, now.  Being frail, and old, the old woman could only pull Anani to shore, and saw the child’s head surfacing from the womb.  Quickly, and painfully, the large, Barbarian child emerged, covered in blood and fluid, crying and gasping for the first breaths of the cold air.  Anani closed her eyes, and whispered "Shulzari…"

Hurriedly, Grandmother carried Shulzari back to the cave, to tell the others what had happened, and to tell of the sudden death of the tribe’s fur trader.  She returned to see bodies littering the ground, skeletal, and flesh covered alike, just outside her home.  Several young men  came to her, telling of the leader’s son, commanding an army of undead.  Only 30 of the 100 remained alive and loyal to the tribe.  The rest served Kalzak, the tribe’s former heir.  Grandmother gathered her furs, adorned them, and trekked with the newborn to Halas, telling the priests of Erollisi Mar of the ritual, and the circumstances.  Yes, they had said, she will be brought up in the ways of the Clans, and will fulfill her destiny.

Shulzar’s dreams were filled, haunted really, with images of this other red haired woman. Yes, one in the dream was her, but who was this other??

All day long, Shully trained with priests and warriors alike. From age seven to twenty, sometimes, she would wander into the tundra surrounding Halas, and talk with shamans she would encounter. They always relayed the tale of her family, and taught her things she would need to know in order to save herself, and her kin.  She would always return to the temple, and speak of these Shaman, but the priests had never heard of them.

At 21, Shully was given her mantle. Not as priestess, but Shaman.  The first Shaman of Erollisi Mar.  The goddess must have been pleased, for that day, there was no fighting or brawling in Halas, an event that has not occurred, before or since.

She now travels the Tundra, aiding others of her kind with her novice abilities, trying to find her family, and in search of the woman who haunts her dreams….

Other Comments:

MAJOR PRIORITIES:   RANKING

1.      personal goals - 9
2.      following my religion - 8
3.      friends/guild - 8
4.      family/race - 10
5.      conquering enemies - 6
6.      achieving fame - 1
7.      career/experience/skill advancement - 6
8.      amassing wealth -7
9.      leisure/fun/recreation  - 7
10.    love/romance -8

CHARACTER TENDENCIES

1.      brave/cowardly: 5
Jump into the fray I will, but I know when my arse could be singed!

2.      peaceful/violent: 5
The world would be better off it would, If you'd put that club down so I

don't hafta hitcha.

3.      outgoing/shy: 4
::walks into the tavern, giving the elf drinking his spirits a thwap on
the
back in greeting::  Hallo, ya midg- aur, uh, sorry 'bouta that, didn't
know
yas wasa gonna falla offa dat chair!

4.      fun/serious: 4
'snot funny, that dere bear scared me!  Don'ta laffa at me!

5.      optimistic/pessimistic: 4
Aww, tis only a little baby dragon, and there's 5 of us!

6.      law/anarchy: 4
To love, yah, that'sa the way. Love or facea da hamma'!

7.      familiar things(1)/new adventures(10): 5
Nah, I likea dis pub, whysa ya gotta drag me all the way over to Queynos
fer
an ale!  Elven Ale?  Nowa thisa gotta try!

CHOICES

1. Cities/Nature  - Cities
2.  Life/Death  - Ah... life and love...
3.  Future/Past/Present  - Future
4.  Help yourself/Help others  - Others
5.  Justice/Randomness - Randomness
6.  Individual/Collective - Collective
7.  God/Self - God
8.  Challenge/Comfort  - Indifferent
9.  Night/Day  - Day