Legends of Belariath

Serena

Sex: Female

Race: High Human

Class: Warrior/Knight

Profession: Adventurer

Level: 7

Appearance:

Serena has a lithe, firm body, but with well-rounded breasts and bottom. Her light brown hair hangs straight and free, and hangs just below her shoulders. She wears a suit of elven chain mail which goes from her neck to the middle of her thighs like a skirt, and has long sleeves which flare out at the wrists. Over this she wears a black skirt split almost to the very top on each side giving her the freedom to move while concealing her more “private” areas. She also wears a black bikini-style top which is tied between her breasts. Beneath her garments she wears a matching pair of black spidersilk thong panties and bra. She carries a mithril long sword which's hilt is decorated with a black and red katana-like pattern. On her right ring finger is a silver ring decorated with a rose carving.Current Equipment: Mithril long sword, elven chain mail, silver ring

Background

Serena began life as a simple farm girl, the middle child of three daughters in the small farming community of Tarem Rise. Each year in the community the festival Bel Tine would come around and everyone would get into the spirit of the night, which involved dancing, drinking, more dancing and a grand feast in each small village. Everyone in the community knew each other, as down the years many of the main families married cousins and such, with few outside families moving in. This made the day of her leaving Tarem Rise that bit more traumatic for the 17 year old farm girl, as on the way home from the Bel Tine festivities, three local boys dragged her into a barn and in their highly drunken state each took a turn in raping Serena of her virginity. She was left to lay in a tattered dress, bruised and terrified. She finally left in the middle of the night and ran. She knew not where she was running, simply that she had to get away, the thought of seeing the three boys every day was one she could not face, or telling her mother of what happened.

And so her new life on the road began. After a few days without stopping for more than a few minutes, it soon dawned on her that she wouldn’t survive many more nights in the open night without any food, water, shelter and a torn dress as her only possession. She came to a neighboring town and collapsed into the tavern, waking to find herself tended to by the plump landlady and a group of adventurers that had helped carry her to a room. After two nights and a day she was finally well enough to walk, the landlady giving her one of her daughter’s dresses that was a little tight around the chest, but would have to do. The adventurers seemed to take a shine to her, offering her a place among them as they go on their travels. She took up their offer, as she had no direction of her own, only the knowledge that she would never return home.

On the road with them she started warming to their ethic of helping those who couldn’t help themselves and protecting the innocent. This really struck a chord within the farm girl who knew barely anything of the outside world, seeing each new sight with the wonder and awe of a child. This quality made the group see her as their little sister, a sister they all had a responsibility to keep safe. This is when Serena began to learn some combat skills, as the roads are never safe in Belariath.

A year had passed, and Serena was approaching her 19th year, her combat skills adequate to keep her alive, but not particularly impressive. She began to grow distant from the group and finally parted on amicable terms and hoping they’d meet again one day. She began to wander alone now, moving further and further away from the trauma at home, solving disputes where she found them, usually quick to anger by demeaning men. Some more wandering found her in the town of Nanthalion and finally at the Lonely Inn.

She soon realised how much of a simple farm girl she really was at heart, staring at the different creatures assembled within with an open mouth and a look of awe. People with wings there, someone with a tail there. To her it was as if she were in a story filled with magical creatures of all sizes. She soon noticed that not only did the Inn seem to draw in wayward souls from far around, but there was a great deal of pleasure found in the arms of others. This shocked her at first, as in Tarem Rise even kissing was out of the question until you were 18, and nothing more until you were married! It wasn’t long before her looks attracted attention from an unlikely source.. a woman! Serena was a little horrified and considerably confused at the woman’s advances and especially her touch, having never heard of such a thing ever happening. Despite all her fear and shock, she couldn’t help but find the woman’s soft kisses and knowing touch set her senses on fire. Her body reacted to the woman in a way she had never felt before, and so she gave in to the woman’s want and felt pleasure like never before.

This awoke a desire for more within the young wannabe-warrior, soon finding herself in the arms of many men, though still very aware of what happened the last time she was in a man’s arms, though this time it was far less painful and made her feel more alive than ever before. This gave her the opportunity to explore a man’s body as much as her own, discovering new ways to pleasure him and herself.She soon found herself with a collar around her neck by Shadow Wolf, agreeing to it because he promised to teach her the art of combat. She quickly learned he had a ravenous sexual appetite, and found herself hard pressed to meet his demand for her body, his large member often driven hard into her smaller body. She began to realize he was more interested in her for his sexual release rather than teaching her of combat, and so she left him, disappearing from the Inn for many months where she began to wander again, doing good where she could. But wherever she went, she still thought about the Lonely Inn, and finally she came back.

She made a fresh start, not seeing her previous owner around thankfully. She met a young dryad named Aijen, and the two soon fell in love with each other, something Serena had never felt in her life. She felt blissfully content with Aijen, the more experienced dryad taking her to new heights of pleasure she had not thought possible, teaching her how to do many things to both men and women. She realised at this time that she would never love another creature as much as she loved Aijen, and the two shared two years of bliss.

The months went by, and after 15 months or so since her first arrival she found herself with 3 slaves of her own, and developing combat skills. She had bought herself a mithril long sword to help accomplish her aim of helping the helpless, as well as a suit of elven chain mail. She trained hard to learn how to use her sword to the best of her ability and become a very accomplished warrior. She released one slave out of guilt, another disappeared and so she presumed the worst, another died in her arms, and so she vowed she would never collar another slave until she had grieved for her lost.

More tragedy was coming in her life, her beloved Aijen fell during an attack on the Inn, and the beautiful dryad bled out in her lover's arms. Serena could not forgive herself for the death of her soulmate, despite having done her best to defend her, nothing could take away the sting of her loss. She lived on in some small way afterwards, as a new tree was planted in Aijen's name, her body being accepted back into the earth that spawned her. Serena often sits under her lover's tree, dreaming of a day when they can be together in eternity.

Some time later she met a barbarian named Achiaus, and the two became very close through a mutual respect for another. Achiaus admired her fire and tenacity, while she admired his resolve and honour. He agreed to help train her, to forge her spirit into that of a true warrior. The two became lovers, and Achiaus created a silver engagment ring which she still wears to this day, though she sees him no longer. Achiaus' tribe was called away to battle, and with nothing else tying her down to Nantholion she began her wandering again.

Two full years later and she has finally returned. Though she has not said much of her journey to anyone, all her old friends absent to her, she has befriended Nikolas, who's dreamy physique has left him etched within her mind. Something about him always sparks her lust whenever they are together. Though she does not expect to find themselves as lovers, she has very much enjoyed the entwining of their bodies, and shall hope for it many more encounters with him.

She spends most of her time at the bar, drinking alone to drown her sorrows. Anyone who knew her before may see this as something of a fall from grace, as the sorrows of her past seem to be mounting on her to a degree where she cannot cope with any longer. Perhaps she will find love again, or release to be with her love once more.

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