Hair: Golden-red
Eye: Sapphire
Age: 7
Race: Human
Height: 3’8”
Weight: 49 lbs
Magical Abilities: Talk to ghosts/being able to contact the dead. During times of strong emotion, things with the elements go astray (as will be noted in the bio). What happens and the force it comes in depends on the level of her emotion and the cause of it; it does not happen often.
Personality: Usually quite and observant; indrawn and amazingly control of her emotions for her young age, though like most her age, they do get out of hands at times.
Misfortune always seemed to follow her, even at her very birth. As her mother went into labor, the midwife told the father that the child would not live and possibly kill her mother as well. The birthing was long and difficult, though the child was born alive at the expense of her mother’s life. Khavara, silent hope, the hope that her mother and father had had for a child since their marriage, is what she was later named by her father. She did not let out a single cry as she was born as a normal child would; this was the first sign showing her differences among others.
Ava, as her father started calling her early on, loved her with as much passion as two people would, in hopes of filling part of the gap where her mother should have been. During the early years in place of her mother there was a wet nurse who beamed with pride about this little girl, helping Khavara’s father fill that gap; though when Ava reached the age of two, the woman who was like a mother to her caught a mysterious illness and soon passed away only five days later.
During her next couple of years of life, she did not crave the attention that children normally did, preferring to remain in the shadows as her father entertained dinner guests, though always watched, always listened. Her father counted himself among the blessed, though that did not stop the rumors of first the girl’s mother’s death and then her wet nurse’s.
At the age of four, as was accustomed in their village, Khavara started her schooling. Most of the children avoided her as their parents’ whispers warned them that if they got to close to her she would kill them. Almost all of them avoided her if possible. Almost. That is to say, one girl by the name of Hope, after two weeks of school, went up to Ava and the first words she spoke were “You don’t really kill people . . . do you?” When young Ava replied that she didn’t, the two girls became friends almost instantly. One day Hope gave Khavara a necklace with a sun engraved into it’s bronze surface, a matching one around her own neck. “We’ll be friends forever, just like the sun will always rise and burn bright, and always be there for one another in times of need.” Ava did not realize what these words would truly mean until she was six years old.
After three years of school, Khavara and Hope had only grown closer. It was a day in the warmth of the summer that the two young girls were out playing not too deep within the forest when a group of men roe up on horses and in an easily won fight, the two were taken to a cabin that the men must have been staying in. Neither had any idea of what was going to happen until one of the men stepped forward and ripped the shirt off of Hope. Both girls screamed and Hope struggled to get away from the man, though rage towards these men started to well up within Ava, she was practically “blind with fury”. The two men that had been holding her suddenly let go of her as if they had been scalded and flames leapt up from the ground, starting to burn the cabin . . . and then all went black; lost to unconsciousness Khavara did not know anything that happened afterwards.
Voices all around were what roused Khavara from her unnatural sleep, voices filled with fear, anger, and accusation. All of those emotions were directed to her. As she looked around, she was no longer in a cabin, though in a clearing charred black by fire, lumps of black scattered around her. The lump closest to her, she realized to her horror, had a blackened bronze necklace with a shape that resembled a sun once upon it.
Ava twisted around and retched on the ground beside her, her body starting to shake with sobs. She knew that she had caused the fire . . . that all the other lumps were those men . . . that she had killed her one and only friend in an attempt to save her.
Grabbing the necklace from the ash, she got up and ran, tears falling down her cheeks, a light rain starting to fall upon the ground. The emotion-mixed yells of the people were washed behind her as she ran. She did not stop until she reached her house, where she fell into her father’s arms sobbing as she told him what happened.
There was only one thing the aging man could do: Tell her to run so that the villagers did not demand her death.
And so she did, wearing both her necklace and Hope’s, she left. A caravan picked her up, and on that first night with them was when she realized that she had not lost her best friend.
Over the course with the caravan, another birthday of hers came and passed. And through this caravan is how she reached the Kingdom of Subberk.