Zentrun

Time with the elves.
Born and raised into a small tribe of nomads, bestowed the name Zentrun by a tribe of nomadic mystics who claimed themselves prophets of ancient elven gods Zentrun's years of youth were spent travelling the wilderness of Eldham being taught to take from the land only what was necessary.

The name Zentrun was given to her by her mother who was said to have fled the tribe days after her birth. Zentrun was never given the name or any information whatsoever regarding their mother, leaving them mostly clueless of their parentage throughout their youth.

As Zentrun grew older she became progressively more curious as to where she belonged and as to why she never felt a deep connection with the tribe of mystical nomads who raised her.

On the eve of her fifteenth birthday, she was handed a testament by one of the mystics. Said to be written by Zentrun's own mother days before she fled the testament stated Zentrun’s father was A Vul by the name of Brock, he was an influential part of Anglunian politics but also a drunk. Zentrun took the testament to the Isaz library to speak to the wise elves there, it was obvious who her father was. Brock Yolcotl of Vulpinia. Who was once the Onsyr of Aethon but moved back to his homeland to help rule Vulpinia, Zentrun returned to the tribe and told them what she had learned.

Since that day Zentrun's ambition to find a nation to call her own only grew. The mystics had encouraged her to undergo her own pilgrimage to Vulpinia and Zentrun did just that undergoing a year-long pilgrimage across Eldham on her own towards Vulpinia. Clutching and reading her mother's testament every night, Zentrun wanted nothing more than belong somewhere as opposed to being a nomad all her life.

Vulpinia Pillgrimage.
On her pilgrimage, Zentrun encountered a ship belonging to J, the CEO of the Vulpinian Oceanic Steamer Company. Keen to finally meet one of her own people, Zentrun was quick to develop a close friendship with J on the voyage, however, during their voyage they became shipwrecked, almost encountering death Zentrun was able to save both herself and J, as a way of repayment for saving his life, J offered her a job as his personal secretary, giving Zentrun income to get herself on her feet upon her arrival to Sparport.

Since then and her arrival to Sparport, Zentrun has established two properties in Vulthalla and with her main residence in Sparport, still working close in toe with J as his secretary, despite wreaking havoc on the company's public relations due to her bitter attitude. Zentrun still remains securely employed at the Vulpinian Oceanic Steamer Company.

Yet to confront the Vulpinian elite regarding her parentage and claim to Vulpinian royalty, Zentrun helps to secure her place socially amongst Vulpinian society before finally revealing her controversial origins.

A Nomadic Socialite
As the months passed on and Zentrun began to engross herself amongst the Vulpinian community, she had finally felt as if she had found the sense of identity she had been craving since what seemed like those all so distant nights looking upon the stars in places she couldn't even begin to guess the name of. Being amongst the likes of arguably Vulpinia's top CEO and entrepreneur, Zentrun had found a rather seamless fast track into the circles and conversations of Vulpinia's most elite figures. This newfound lifestyle of extravagant dinner parties in royal estates did not phase Zentrun however, as she had grown up being invited into countless royal courts with the group of mystics whom had raised her, needless to say, she knew how to carry herself in a royal court without making a fool of herself.

Very quickly Zentrun was beginning to make a name for herself, despite being yet to tell anyone besides J of her royal claim. Yet still, it hadn't stopped people from speculating what a half-vul, half-ice-elf was doing suddenly showing up almost out of thin air, with features that had long been associated with Yolcotl aristocracy.

It was safe to say Zentrun was beginning was find the sense of identity she was long craving, however, Zentrun knew she could not find herself in a social stalemate, she needed to keep moving up in the world. After all, why would she have come all this way to Vulpinia if she was all but ambitious? Zentrun had a birthright to claim. And claim it she would.

"Brock's Bloody Bastard"
Since the moment she set foot in her ancestral lands, Zentrun knew the most valuable thing she had to trade or provide Vulpinia was the truth of her ancestry, she was more than aware of the weight her information carried should and when it was to be revealed to Vulpinian society, thus she knew, she needed to find the right time to offer the most valuable asset she had. Her fate depended on it.

That fateful night eventually fell, a month shy after her father was wed to Shib. A ball was hosted amongst Vulpinian elite, as per usual when they could find any excuse to throw a celebration, this time celebrating the return of the royal couple from their honeymoon. This night, in particular, Zentrun found herself seated across from Nuncio Yolcotl, a man she had come to recognise from afar as her Grandfather. Zentrun found herself eventually and predictably engaging in small talk with Vulpinia's renowned Patriarch, as is bound to happen when you're seated on the same table as someone. But as also predicted, the unavoidable question rolled around.

"And what is your name, young girl?" Nuncio questioned inquisitively, it was at this point Zentrun's eyes diverted upwards spotting none other than her father brambling up towards his father proudly as to greet him. It was the perfect time to trade her information, if not now, she may never get an opportunity like this again, she'd sink into insignificance once more, a minor socialite in the eyes of Vulpinia's leaders. Zentrun knew she was more. She simply had to be.

"My name is Zentrun, your granddaughter," she started as she looked to Nuncio with a bemused smirk, the information the had been weighing on her like a dozen wet towels now filled her life, looking to her father sharply she carried the same smirk, as if she knew all too well the wild-card she had just presented to the table. "And your daughter. Father." She said as she spent a moment relishing in their bewildered faces, it was priceless she had to bathe in the glory of her secret for just one moment more before allowing them to fester in it. She gave a light and hearty sigh, glancing at the spare faces seated at the table who would undoubtedly in a minutes time spill the information to the rest of the court. She stood giving a polite smile "Well, if you'll excuse me I'd best be off now, I expect we may see each other again rather soon though." She said before twisting the sharp steak knife she had been mindlessly nursing in her hand whilst talking wedging it sharply into the polished wooden table. Zentrun after all these years, as she finally truly stared into the faces of the only real family she had ever met found herself resenting them, angry towards them at the fact she had spent her youth clueless, not sure as to who she was, and most times where she was either, whilst they sat living a life so far from her own. So separate, it almost felt selfish that she had been deprived of this for all these years, even if it wasn't to their fault or knowledge. Nonetheless, the secret was out, and Zentrun was eager to watch it flourish or perish. As long it wasn't her perishing from it.