Femal Dark Elf
Age: 47
Origin: Ashlander
Born: 13th of Morning Star under the sign of The Shadow, on the summoning day of Meridia.
Relatives: None.
Occupation: Assistant of her tribes wise woman, referred to as The Wise One. She performs the gathering of herbs and other materials needed for the rituals she performs. She is also the The Wise One's bodyguard when she falls into her trances and communes with the spirits and other supernatural beings.
Religious views: As all Ashlanders tend to, she does not worship the Aedra of the Nine Divines. She venerates the ancestors of her tribe and the Daedric Prince Miridia.
Political views: She could care less about the petty squabbling of the politicians, as long as someone can pay her for her unique skills, she will perform whatever job they give her.
Physical Description:
Fighting Style: Being born on the Summoning Day of Meridia, Zaba has always felt a pull towards Conjuration magicks and has developed her skills quite well, according to The Wise One. She has also been light on her feet and could easily move about the camp undetected if she did not truly wish to be seen. She combined this skill with her knack for archery and she is a deadly hunter. When her bow and stealth fail her, she calls forth a minion to protect her as she retreats to finish them off from afar.
Background: As long as she could remember, Zaba had no family. Her father was killed while hunting shortly after she was born, and her mother died during childbirth (or so she was told). She was raised by the Wise One and still lives with her to this day. Zaba has grown to love her as a mother. Since the day she could walk, she was helping the Wise One as best she could. When she was old enough to chant, she helped with rituals and basic spells. Zaba could sneak around the camp as well as any hunter at a very early age, and she has only gotten better at it. This skill enabled her to retrieve some of the most dangerous herbs for the Wise One's rituals and potions.
She continued to live with the Wise One her entire life, and a few years ago, the Wise One fell deathly ill and no amount of medicinal herbs or spells could heal her. On her death bed, the Wise One confessed to Zaba that she was her true mother, and that she could not claim her because she was not supposed to have children by her tribe's customs. Zaba was stung by these words more than any other thing in her life. She ran from the tent and never returned. She was not there at the Wise One's side, as she had always been, when she died. This haunted her whenever she was at camp, and she left for good shortly after the Wise One's funeral. Now, she wanders, doing odd jobs and hunting down criminals to feed herself, trying to forget about her former tribe, and her mother.