Nesta Zolotova

Overview
Full biography found here.

Appearance
Hair: Black

Skin: Pale, nearly translucent

Eyes: Silver

Height: 6’4

Weight: 178 lb

Body Type: Appearing to be rather thin, someone who believes themselves better than the leader of the Royal Armies would perhaps dare to contend against her in a fight. However, despite her lack of massive, protruding muscle, her muscles are significantly more molded to her frame; almost secretive as they cling to the white of her bone.

Noticeable Features: Considering her massive height for a female, she noticeably has a slight natural slouch to her shoulders when relax, almost seeming to curl inwards on herself. But such is not the most horrific feature upon her face. Rather, is the large scar marking the left side of her face. Spreading from the curve of the sharp line of her jaw and spreading out across the planes of her cheekbone and exploding across the planes of her forehead, her face is marred with a scar not unlike the erratic tendrils of lightning. Thankfully, such a scar bares no damage to her eyesight despite curling around her left eye and the curve of her lip.

Personality
She is, of all things, a rather willful and entirely independent person. Such a trait groomed into her since birth, her sole life-long companions being the extensive number of silver blades she surrounded and continues to surround herself with. She worries not of the opinion of others, rather, instead remains perfectly practical and ever so honest. Which, given her professions of choice, frequently earn her the favors of others who simply need truth and a true sense of direction. Paired with her work that leads her to dabble in magic, her overall bluntness with such matters that are frequently so fluid make it rather pleasant for others to, at times, work alongside her. Furthermore, she is also rather responsible. Another trait ingrained into her being and only further reinforced, she works around order and frequently ensures it, finding chaos and indecision to lead to migraines on her part. She walks willfully on her own, as one may expect, unreliant on other people with her bag full of tricks at her side and her undying will to further herself into the world and knowledge, never quite satisfied with herself in what she knows despite her massive amount of experience with both the world and all manner of folk— as unfortunate as it may have been for them to meet her solemn face.

However, her introverted nature paired with her need to view things analytical frequently leads to the observation of her being labeled as a robot by intricate social circles. Unfeeling and unnerving in the way she treats others, consideration almost a secondary thought to the truth or personal opinion. Such a belief is furthered by her stubbornness, like a distant god unwilling to cooperate with human desire for the sake of law and order alongside a lifetime of frequently being the smartest person in the room where her matter of much needed opinion and guidance is required. Which also leads to her frequently being judgmental of those either willfully ignorant or who actively choose to ignore the truth of matters in favor of irrationalities such as feeling. This frequently leads to awkwardness on her part or seething, cold rage depending on the person. However, regardless, she does feel a sense of responsibility for whoever she involves herself with and refuses anything but perfection on her part.

Abilities & Proficiencies
Fighting Style: Her fighting style is one of close quarters with a hefty blade in hand for her to manipulate as she pleases. Fist fights are tolerable, however, not preferred since busted knuckles unfortunately are a finicky injury to heal over those whose mouth gets away from them. Alongside that, she finds archers to be mildly cowardly, even though they have proved themselves to be immensely useful on the battlefield. She is classified as both a sword dancer and a spear dancer— a result of lifelong training and battle.

Weapon Proficiencies: She is proficient in all matters in which that involve the usage of a blade— from two handed swords to dainty, throwing knives. But she often favors a heavy, two handed sword she wields one handed alongside an arrangement of throwing knives for the sake of giving her some wiggle room in terms of battle.

Magic:


 * She is of master level with the magic of geokinesis.
 * She is of mid-level skill with the magic of pyrokinesis.
 * She is of mid-level skill with the skill of blood magic.

Other Skills: She is, to the surprise of most, a wonderful poet.

History
Select few manage to survive the harsh, distant environment of the Northlands. A place of craggy, cold rock and miserable weather where those only of immense will or immense foolishness and poverty dare to reside in an attempt to thrive. The House of Zolotova have continued to thrive in the Northlands from the land of Sword Fall. For generations, they have dedicated themselves to the blade and therefore, the Crown and such was the case with Nesta’s father and his father before him, all previous Lord Marshal’s on the Royal Council to the King. And despite her described “female shortcomings” her father was determined to carve a Lord Marshal out of his daughter.

Awkwardly shaped and stone faced, a life of ladylike curtsies and courtships never were once considered a possibility for her. Rather, she fell into the arms of the blade even despite her fathers insistent pushes and mild abuses out of his own persistent shame and irritation of having a wife who produced but a single daughter before her body gave away to the cold and wet of the Northlands. His fire forged her along with her ceaseless passions and thirst for knowledge of the world and culture in which she was surrounded by at Sword Fall. Her enrollment into the looming fortress of steel, sweat and blade was natural, however, a surprise to most as she arrived at its doors at the mere age of twelve, both father and daughter believing her to be prepared for the challenges. However, the academy was not prepared for her. While certainly beat down and facing immense discrimination as she walked throughout its hallowed halls, she eventually began to command a sense of respect over the years as she one by one took down her fellow peers and educators with both her prior knowledge and immense thirst for more fueling her and launching her to the top of her class.

And, naturally, such expertise earned her more than enough attention by those of a significantly higher station as a newly made adult. With so many eyes upon her, she made the natural decision to enlist within the Pvethian Royal Military with her father still as acting Royal Marshal to the Royal Council and subsequent Crown.

And as many expected, she weaved her way quickly throughout the ranks with little interest in the lesser ranks and their lack of capabilities in terms of control of their own actions, finding significantly higher positions to be more appealing as she was sent into battle with a countless number of those enlisted into the Royal Military. While her much larger moves on the battlefield have been heavily documented by both historians and fellow soldiers alike as she rose up from a meaningless soldier and eventual general, she rarely speaks upon the matter of prior battles outside of drawing from them for the sake of examples in terms of current movements for battle. Alongside that, little is said in regards to how the horrific scar on her face was earned, the entire affair heavily placed under wraps by that of her father shortly before his passing and her natural earning of the position in his absence. Some claimed that the scar was earned in a wild explosion whilst others claimed she was temporarily captured during her time as a general within the Royal Military by the enemy and carved up during interrogation, with those who dared to mar her face later being cut down to pieces by her own hands.

Regardless, such rumors continued to plague her as she continues to sit at the table of the Royal Council and reign over Pveth’s military as perhaps the youngest Lord Marshal to ever take the seat and oversee the movements of thousands of soldiers fighting wars and great battles on the Crown’s behalf. Her immense sense of reliance on self and preferences to isolation often earning her more scrutiny than favor within the battle of lords and land. ..