Vayla

Age: 21
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 141 lbs.
Occupation: Squire

Currently: I'm really tired and just want to be lazy right now. v.v

Personality:
Hai! So, who is Vayla? Well! Vayla is the daughter of a wealthy, and somewhat powerful, noble house among her kingdom. When she came of age, she was conscripted by the Knighthood into service as a squire. She was stolen from the lap of luxury, and turned out to ground pound with other squires that had been selected as well. This, of course, was not exactly her favorite moment. As she got older, though, she became more enthused with the idea of becoming a knight. On the outside, in her polished armor and golden flowing hair? She looks every ounce the distinguished dignitary that one would expect from those of a noble lineage. But.. don't let that fool you. Proper posture and a pretty face does not a brave soldier make. Vayla puts on a tough act when she has to, but the truth of the matter is that.. she's not exactly "squire material". Vayla is quite possibly the worst aspiring knight to ever don the mantle.

Physical Description:
Vayla is a tall, slender woman with long flowing blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Her skin, a pale ashen hue with reddish pink undertones, offer a welcoming canvas to pops of color and warm hues - much like the vivid blue of her eyes, and the golden locks that flow past her waist. She's in relatively good shape, what with having to move constantly in the name of training, though she is far more suited to quick and agile movements than brute strength. That.. isn't to be confused with competently moving with agility, though! She's quite clumsy, and often finds herself helping her adversary more than hurting them. Vayla's frame is medium, her hips wide and shoulders narrow. As mentioned, most of her strenght lies in her legs, which she tends to show off along with her toned midriff. Vayla lacks any notable scarring or marking save for a coat of arms tattooed on her left hip, and a rather intricate navel piercing set with a small yet diligently cut sapphire gemstone.

Intro:
Vayla took a deep breath, looking about with as much nerve that she could muster. She didn't know where she was, nor how exactly she got there, but she remembered her training. Beneath the guidance of the renowned knight, Sir Trueheart, Vayla was par the course for becoming such a stoic figure herself some day. If not for sheer circumstance, she would most likely be back home among the other squires working toward that very goal. Alas, circumstance was not in her favor.

Vayla's heart pounded in her chest. She was afraid that it might pop out of the iron breastplate she wore it beat so thunderously. The young woman was spending so much energy and effort trying to reign her nervousness in that she very nearly missed the sound of metal clanging against stone. Vayla been following noises for a short while now, but this one was a new instrument amid the symphony of disruption throughout an otherwise relatively peaceful forest.

Sir Trueheart had always taught her that strength in numbers was key when exploring an unknown area. The denizens of that area may not appreciate strangers, and its better to face those potential dangers in a group. Vayla could agree with that; when she'd get in trouble growing up, it was always better to have gotten into it with her friends than having to face it alone. When she woke up, she called out to her fellow squires, but.. to no avail. Sir Trueheart, too, was nowhere to be found! Before the panic could fester in her chest, she decided to set mind to purpose, and start finding answers. To her relief, she did find one of her fellow squires' helmets just a short walk from where she had woken up. Had it not been glinting off of the moonlight, she may have never saw it.

This was good, though; she wasn't alone! There was a good chance that the others were cautiously looking for one another as well, but before she tried to make a fire or some sort of sign to signal the others, she wanted to ensure that she wouldn't attract the attention of any unwanted visitors. It was around then, when she found the helmet, that she heard it; scuffling, branches breaking, the sound of movement in the distance through the woods. She'd been following it ever since, around twenty minutes or so.

At a distance, it was hard to see anything. She reckoned that the occasional glimmer or flash that she saw in the moon beams could have been the gleam of armor - a squire's armor, or perhaps Sir Trueheart himself. Thunder roiled from the clouds above, and Vayla had only just made it to the entrance of the cave from which the clanging sounds came. She peeked her head inside, careful not to make a sound, nor a sign of her presence. And that was when she saw.. it.

Lounging in the glow of the campfire shimmered a long, black coil. Vayla's heart stopped, seeing the dreadful size of what appeared to be the largest snake she had ever laid eyes upon either in reality or in the fiction within the library. Litered throughout the cave were bits of metal links and pieces of armor; two breastplates, three helmets, a boot, two swords, maybe more.. It wasn't just any armor, either, it was the squires' armor.

Vayla watched, and as the mass of coil writhed into a new position, she was rewarded with the sight of what it truly was. What *she*.. truly was. Half woman, half snake.. all dangerous. The creature lounged onto its bloated tail, which Vayla could now see had the vague outward impression of a human form. She noticed many more of them, too; half a dozen, at least. The naga cooed triumphantly as she stroked the underbelly of one of the coils, and idly circled her navel with the other hand. Her eyes were closed, breasts bare, and her recent meals were still struggling. Vayla could see them fight beneath the rippling muscles of this thing's tail.

Vayla swallowed hard, and turned away. There was no staving off the panic now. She crept away from the cave entrance, and at the sound of the next rumble of thunder, Vayla gasped and began running as hard as she could away from the terror that she had just laid eyes upon. Her greaves slogged through the now damp forest floor, reminding Vayla that her situation only got worse with the added complication of rain. She ran for longer than she should have, only stopping when the toe of her iron boot made purchase on a root. She met the earth with enough force to knock the wind out of her along with what little shred of courage she may have still been holding onto. The tears that had been welling in her eyes mixed with the rain that dropped on her cheek as she lay in the mud.

Where was she? Did she *actually* see what she think she saw? Did.. did that thing *eat* them!? These questioned were at the forefront of her mind, along with a sense of dread. Though, there on the floor, now that she had stopped running.. she had another feeling, one that sent a chill down her spine. A feeling that, some may call it paranoia, has a way of making itself very.. unnerving.

Vayla gathered herself back up, wiping the mud and tears from her face and attempting to gather her senses. She chalked her uneasy feeling up to just being a remnant of what she saw, but even after another hour.. Vayla had the distinct impression, that she was being watched.