Intro

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad
She was horrid!

Character

Character Summary

Name: Srebrzanka (= Silverpaint)
Gender: Female
Species: Zafara
Age: Late teens
RPed form: furry anthro
Class: Berserker
Alter-ego name: Silverblade

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Personality: Quiet and a little shy, but not withdrawn. Is very friendly and polite. Often caught daydreaming. Seems an odd one among her family. "Goodie Two-Shoes" to sum up. Until she looses control of herself...

Appearance: Has silver-grey fur, with lighter shade on her mouth and belly. Almost white hair reaching shoulder blades. Blue eyes. Wears an eye-patch, but it may not be noticed at first due to her fringe. Has 3 earring in right ear. Likes wearing feminine, but modest clothes (skirts, dresses, etc).

Berserk mode: When being attacked or under influence of strong negative emotions Silverpaint looses consciousness and Silverblade takes control. At this point the wings and halo disappear and her eyes turn from blue to red. For Silverblade there is no other purpose than fighting: she's aggressive, arrogant, ill-mannered and ruthless. When the eye patch comes off she unleashes her full power. Silverpaint has no memory of events taking place during her berserk mode.

Seals: Wings, halo and eye patch are 3 seals which keep her under control. They look very realistic and the wings seem to be flesh&bones, but in fact they are made of energy which flows through Silverpaint's body and they control this flow. The one responsible for putting them on is Sharpbeak.

Howl of Darkness: Bass guitar. She likes playing the instrument and wants to help out, but she would like it more if it was a pop or country band.

Schlagring: When in normal state she usually stays behind, sometimes ordered easy tasks such as watching out for enemy. She's not conscious of her doings in berserk mode and is the squad's secret weapon. Sharpbeak (Schalgring's leader) is reluctant to unleashing the berserk and is responsible for sealing Silverblade.

Family: Ostrodzioba/Sharpbeak (cousin and step-sister), Danakar (cousin and step-brother), Hollygrove (step-brother)
Petpet: Basil the Ganuthor

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Art

Art

Masquerade entry:

Older art

When she used to be an Xmas zafara:
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Story

Her Story

I

Such family meetings became so rare that it felt awkward to be together in the same chamber. Parents at one side of the table, Danakar and his sister facing them from the other end. As during an examination..
...and so you must welcome and take proper care of her." Mother looked Sharpbeak directly in the eyes, emphasizing each word. Not a request, but an order. Through emphasizing each word she fought back the desire to act against her own statement. It would be so easy to do it now. But there was no turning back. She called the guards. Two soldiers entered the chamber bringing in the topic of the ongoing counsel.
She stood there sheepishly, no older than 12, with bandages on her tender body. She had her sight fixed on floor tiles and an empty look in her eyes. It was not jut absent-minded: looking closer it seemed her soul was absent too. The sight was both pitiful and eerie. Her hands trapped in handcuffs, with a long chain attached. The other end was held by the guard.

This is your new sister, children" their father stepped forward the girl and took the chain in his hand, giving guards a sign to leave. She still stood frozen like a lifeless puppet, but with a small tug she made several uneasy steps towards the table. Head still down, the hair partially covering her face. The siblings noticed she's hurt in her left eye too.
Will she stay with us?", asked Sharpbeak, who felt tense because of the mixed feelings that repulsive meek stranger evoked in her.
Were you listening to what I said? Of course she will.", her mother tried not too look at the newcomer as she felt that at some point she would no longer control herself, "However, at this time she has to spend some time alone. We must make her fit here. I think it's all for tonight, you are dismissed.
The father did not raise his eyes from the motionless girl when he spoke "Yes, right. You can go to bed now. Or wherever. Good night".
Sharpbeak," their mother called her when she was passing the doorstep. "Come to the library with me. We need to talk about something.

II

The candle flames cast a dim light over the bookshelf. There would be no problem turning the lamps on, but the sorceress did not find it necessary and let the darkness embrace the circle of light in which they were sitting. "Why not Danakar? You don't seem to be pleased with my way. You don't trust him?". The tip of Shaprbeaks tail was twitching madly, giving away her nervousness.
You know that relying on someone is not a way to make things done. But these case is different. I will teach you to make sure everything is under control when I am gone. Control is something both of you should master, but I'm choosing lesser evil." The habitual phrase turned ironic when spoken inside the walls of Darigan Army Fortress. "Can't she stay just like she is now, then? Let's lock her in the dungeon and done.". Sharpbeak just wanted this girl to be gone. She did not hold a grudge against her, since there were no grounds for it. But the could not bear that tangled mix of feelings she experienced in the withered zafara's presence.
No. She can't be treated that way. The state in which she currently remains is like a glass bottle that one day might be shattered into pieces and who knows what loses there will be if this happens. Yet she is your cousin. No, now she is your sister. Understand? Bonds of blood, ties of sword.
Sharbeak nodded. Once or twice she had a thought in her life that it would be better to have a sister when Danakar crossed the line, but she never imagined that coming true. Not this way.
Starting tomorrow. Take time to recover, but do not oversleep. Important when studying the vital energy. And Magic of the Light, for a change. That should go well with your flames.", The sorceress taunted her daughter. When leaving the library Sharpbeak had a brief premonition that this is going to be a start of something new. An the unknown never worried her so much before.

III

Long days filled with learning, practice and growing tension. She never felt comfortable training with her mother, but it motivated her even more to finish this. More than that, she was just too good to spoil it. Dealing with The Magic of the Light was a displeasure, but she was aware of the benefits and the responsibility being passed on her.

The zafara girl was still rapt in the catatonic state and the only difference in her looks was the lack of bandages except for the eye. It seemed her injuries were healed. Her soul still tarnished.

The ceremony has started. Her mother backed out, but was there to supervise it. She wondered whether she will act quick enough if something went wrong. After all, Sharpbeak was her daughter. One thing in the world she could be sure of. As much as she was repelled by this silent figure, Sharpbeak did not think about it. Her mind had to be clear. Fully concentrate on her task.No doubt, no fear. Deep breath. Let's dive in.

She stood directly in front of the girl, closely so the tips of their toes touched. He lowered her head to touch the zafara's forehead and held her hands. Sharpbeak's wings embraced them: their tips met together to form a closed circle. Sharpbeak felt strange being so close, but she immediately cast that thought away and extinguish emotions.

The incantation. Words spoken steadily but strongly. Awakening of the light. Feeling one's life energy, but not interacting with it. She focused harder to find the right channel. Three points were set. The left eye was perilous territory. Starting with it.

The bandages slid from her head like withering leafs. For a heartbeat two sets of red eyes gave each other a penetrating look. Sharpbeak had no time to give it a thought when she felt an intruder entering her mind, a flash of might and rage stronger than hers. It all ended when the patch eclipsed left eye and right one closed. A shaft of sparkles sprung from zafara's back. But it was no time to admire its beauty. The observing sorceress eyes narrowed when the wae of light flooded the chamber. The wings started to from, growing out of girl's back like a blooming flower till they became solid. The light began to fade, crawling back towards the two joined figures till just a gently glowing ring hovered above zafara's head. She opened her eye and looked up. Another strange feeling stung Shaprbeak. But it was over. Pushed apart from each other the both females collapsed on the ground. The chamber was back to it's normal murky self, but Sharpbeak wished it would stop spinning. She was exhausted and ready to throw up. Meanwhile the zafara managed to rise enough to sit on the floor and looked around with eyes open wide like an infant and a confusion written all over her face. She noticed Sharpbeak lying on the floor in front of her an panting heavily.
Ummm... Good-morning. My name is Silverpaint.", girl's uneasy voice broke the silence.
Sharpbeak." Replied eyrie catching her breath. The world stopped spinning. Finally.
Nice to meet you. And you are...?"
Your sister."

--End--

Extra

Neopia has not yet witnessed such a horrible battle between two neighboring tribes. How it started? Who knows the answer. The help for the Rakka tribe came too late. The alliance troops from Darigan took too long to reach the settlement. In the end having a strong ally failed. They did defeat the remaining aggressor's force. But it was futile. Standard search for the wounded.
Then, one of the privates noticed something odd. Warrows? And one wounded girl from the Rakka tribe on the ground. Did she just move? The private could not believe it. When he approached her she opened her eyes. Red as blood. Rest of the troop was alarmed by a scream.

Thanks to Captain's and Sorceress' quick acting the situation was handled. The official reports said that the damage was caused by a surprise-attack of enemy's rump. Several closest witnesses were obliged to make vow of silence about this event.

The only survivor of Rakka tribe was brought to the central fortress. Poor child, even the old Darigan knights felt pity for the orphan. Silent, unresponsive, looking mindlessly at the walls and obediently following the guards. Her wounds would heal quickly. What about her heart? They were all sure that witnessing the fight made an impact on her. The captain seemed to care about this girl. Allegedly she was the Captain's niece. They have also noticed that the Sorceress was keeping an eye on the girl. She had a mother's instinct after all, right? Little did they know that the Sorceress was not protecting the girl, but protecting THEM from her. And only a spell held her under control...

--End--

*Rakka and Warrow are names of the 2 tribes. There's no reference here. I just typed what came to my mind. As for Warrows and I pondered for a minute: I wanted it to sound like a growl when you say it aloud.