Gender: Female
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Dark, doe brown
Age: 27
Country of residence: Addronry
Family : Nephew
Skills: She can attract any man with a mere brush of her hair. Her eyes have captured thousands of hearts. Finding that this was not enough, she learned craftiness and how to manipulate those near and far. Her pride is unmatched, her arrogance unhindered. She gets what she wants and if she doesn't, she gets revenge!
Short History: Ziarra was the prettiest child, always petted and fawned over by her father and mother. Her mother was her father's prize wife. Though it was the custom to only marry one wife, her father decided he could re-establish the harems of old. He chose his favorite child and announced her his heir. Then, unbeknownst to her or anyone else save the king, he had the rest of his children executed at the first sign of rebellion. Soon she was an only child, but the distractions of court and high living kept her from knowing this.
When she came of age, he told her she must take on the crown. She loved her father dearly and obeyed his wishes.
He crowned her in the public square and, for the first three years of her reign, he lived in peace and ease, not having to worry about the matters of the court.
Ziarra found out quickly that she could not win everyone over with her charms as she had done as a princess. Having to deal with nobles and beaurocrats made her coniving, sneaky, and malicious.
She soon found a way to demote them until she alone was the sole power of Addronry.
Her advisors whispered daily in her ear other methods of cunning which she could execute on the people to make her a legend, even beyond Addronry. Yet they became discontented just being her advisors and wanted to marry her. For this, and other insolences, she had them executed. But her cunning had exceeded theirs. She was not the Ziarra of the white halls her father once knew. Yet he did not bother to find out how his chosen flower had been poisoned. Instead living in luxury until a heart attack ended his life.
Having nothing left to hold onto, and no reason to be merciful toward anyone, Ziarra turned her eyes on the prize her father most desired.
Diridan.