"Confidence is quiet. You're not."
-Aloy, Horizon: Zero Dawn
BASICS
NAME: Aloy
GENDER: Feminine
PRONOUNS: Feminine (she/her/hers)
ORIENTATION: Who the forsk has that kind of time?
BIRTHDATE: Spring 2754
AGE: 19 as of Early Summer 2772
LOCATION: High Reaches Weyr
OCCUPATION:
WING: Raindance
APPEARANCE
EYES: Light Green, like new spring growth
HAIR: Flame Red; thick, held in braids
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5' 5", fit and healthy, strong
PLAY-BY: Aloy (Horizon: Zero Dawn)
FULL APPEARANCE:
When it comes to her appearance, Aloy is no joke. She may stand only at 5' 5", but every single bit of her height and weight is lean wiry muscle. Her hair is a fiery red color, very thick in texture, and managed in many braids, some beaded. Her eyes are a light green color, always gathering new information in silence. Her tanned skin is dotted with freckles from her days in the sun, and her face is almost always held in a serious expression. Aloy prefers garments of pure practicality: tooled leathers and furs, with plenty of places to hold things, and very little ornamentation other than some more beads. The only other thing she wears is a light blue scarf around her neck: a gift from her adoptive father.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Curious. Driven. Determined. Wickedly stubborn.
All describe Aloy. She is fierce and strong, extremely independent to the point of appearing antisocial. She understands the perks of being with other humans; she just doesn't value it as much as others. When a challenge appears, Aloy is the first to charge right in and find a solution, even if her solutions aren't very reasonable in others' eyes. It's just her way of doing things, and it's rational to her. You got a problem? Well, tough. She has issues being just one of many, and refuses to blindly serve. She needs to know what she's doing and believe in the cause before she does anything to help.
Aloy can be easily annoyed by those who talk too much, and is likely to give very little warning before either telling them to shut up or just walking away entirely. Manners are a hassle for her, and she rarely makes an effort to appear cordial if she doesn't wish to do so. She enjoys the company of those content to sit in silence and work hard. Aloy is endowed with a natural, insatiable curiosity, and she is intent to learn all the secrets there is to know about her world. She wants to know who her parents are, though Rost was her father figure, if only to get closure.
Aloy has...difficulty when it comes to Traditions. While Rost raised her to respect the Weyrs and the services they provide in protecting Pern, she doesn't entirely understand why there are those who are absolutely devoted to the concept. At best, she is neutral on the matter. Aloy has the tendency to be skeptical about everything and everyone she encounters, a trait that usually serves her well. Additionally, Aloy has trouble when it comes to interacting with people. If she doesn't like something, you're damn well gonna hear about it. Her blunt words and her penchant for sarcasm makes it hard for many to see that Aloy means well...most of the time.
Underneath her surface, Aloy is quite a compassionate woman, very kind and endowed with a near angelic benevolence. Her goal is to protect all she can from the injustices of the world, though she knows in her heart it's a fool's errand; "you can't save them all." Rules or laws can't stand in Aloy's way, and she pays little mind to them. Aloy encourages people to ask questions and be skeptical, especially in regard to rules. She is a singleminded machine of pure drive and focus; very strong in mind and body, her emotions in firm control. Once she has a goal, she keeps moving forward one step at a time, no matter how big the obstacles in her path.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
Biological parents - unknown
Siblings - none
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
BIRTHPLACE: Somewhere in Nerat Province
HISTORY: TW: mention of minor injuries, violence, death/loss
Aloy was born to unknown parents somewhere in Nerat, and somehow ended up in the tender loving care of Rost, the leader of a successful caravan, originally born a Crafter. He adopted the infant as his own, raising her on top of all his other duties. In her youth, Aloy was rebellious and deliberately disobeyed her father, breaking his rules and exploring on her own quite often.
Aloy was a quick study and determined to learn about everything. Her teacher was Rost, and he taught her everything he knew. She showed talent in a variety of physical pursuits, such as swimming (a favorite pastime of Aloy's) and various combat skills. She excelled in archery and hand-to-hand combat. For some reason, she could never get the handle of belt knives quite as well, and it's a frustration to this day. She was also schooled in the basics of plant identification and the uses of various flora.
When Aloy was about six Turns old, wandering away from the safety of the caravan, an odd thing happened. Unaware of the root jutting from the ground, she tripped, tumbling down the hilly slope beyond. Aloy eventually came to a stop at the bottom, covered in dirt, scrapes, and bruises. Regaining her bearings took a moment, but when she did, she realized how lucky she was. There was a flit egg sitting in front of her! Excited even with her hurts, Aloy scooped up the egg and scrambled up the slope. By the time she reached the top, the egg was quivering in her hands, ready to hatch. Aloy, too, was ready. When the little one emerged, Aloy fed it her lunch, glad she’d decided on eating while exploring that day.
Once satisfied, the flit curled up in Aloy’s arms, and Aloy headed back to the caravan. On her way, another root would have tripped her, had the little flit not awoken in time to alert her of the danger. Aloy avoided it, and decided on a name for her new friend: Focus, for they had made her focus on the path ahead and saved her additional hurt. Rost was...less than pleased at the sight of the flit, but seeing how it made his daughter happy, allowed it to stay. Rost warmed up to Focus as the flit proved their worth, much to Aloy’s immense uncontainable joy.
Aloy grew into a fine young woman, throwing herself headlong into every challenge she faced. She began guarding the caravan when she grew proficient with her abilities, and she was quite an asset to her crew. While she had grown up around a few whers and definitely had an interest and the opportunity to bond one, she did not. She's a busy woman! There's no time to raise a baby wher! Thus, Aloy remained unbonded, and has remained so till this day.
Then tragedy struck, cruelly robbing Aloy of the one thing she held most dear: Rost.
Aloy is still unsure who attacked or why; it all happened too fast to process. She pieced together in the aftermath that the attackers were bandits. Rost and Aloy, separated from the caravan during a hunting test, fell prey to ambush. In the attack, Aloy was faced with a foe she could not defeat. She went down, and the man was about to take her life when Rost appeared out of nowhere. The men battled, but Rost was slain, and the bandits fled to lick their wounds.
After recovering from her injuries, Aloy found herself feeling very alone. Despite the occasional spats she and Rost had over the years on the topic of the Holds and Weyrs, Aloy found she missed even those arguments. Sure, she didn't agree that the Weyrs were all good, and thought the Holds were even worse, but now? She'd give anything to hear his voice again. Alas, it is impossible to bring back the dead, and the living must go on. Aloy struggled, but rose stronger and tougher than before, tending to her caravan in her adoptive father's place.
It was a lovely day when the caravan rolled into High Reaches Weyr, still together after the brutal loss of Rost. A dragon, about to fly on Search, didn't even have to take a foot off the ground, for there she was! Aloy was approached on the subject of Candidacy, but she hesitated. If she remained in High Reaches for Candidacy, a prospect she was unsure of in and of itself, who would tend the caravan? A close friend within the caravan stepped forward and urged her to accept the Search.
Reluctant, but remembering Rost's devotion to Hold and Weyr, Aloy cautiously accepted.
UPDATES
- Early Autumn 2773: Aloy Impresses one naughty goblin of a dragon: blue Maoth. [Hatching] Embrace Your Wicked Heart
- Late Winter 2774: Aloy and Maoth graduate from weyrlinghood, assigned to Raindance Wing.
