Character Spotlight: Zellar Tempest

Hero Name: Zellar Tempest
Character Name: Gwendolyn Lyssette Zellar (but if you call her Gwendolyn, she'll kick your ass)
Server: Virtue
Level: 7
Archetype: Dual Blades/Regen Scrapper
SG: The Starchasers
Personality: Gwen's young and brash. She's the type to rush into a situation without thinking, and she's been lucky enough so far that this hasn't come back to bite her on the butt. She's fiesty and outspoken with a stubborn streak a mile wide.
Excerpted from her initial interview:
"My story? It seems a bit tame compared to what I've seen and heard since I got here. It started because I can't help but overhear things I shouldn't.

"See...my grandfather is Aiden Zellar. I know the name doesn't mean much here, but back home, he's a living legend. He saved a whole country. Yeah. Try growing up in a world where your last name is the same as the great mage who saved the whole frickin' country. It's like having this great big label pasted across your forehead reading "Even if I'm the best, I'll never be my grandpa!" And then, there's my grandmother. She's probably considered the most dangerous woman in the world with a blade. Two, actually. She's got this cuisinart thing going on that kicks ass.

"My parents probably bore the brunt of all that a bit more, I guess. Their parents were close friends and all that, and they grew up with each other. They were sweet, and my father always said Mother grounded him in a way with her gentle nature.

"What hurt most was losing her. She and I weren't the close mother-daughter bonded type. I got along better with my Aunt Lara - even now, she's known as the "wild princess", you know? Couldn't be tamed and all that. Lara's great, and she taught me more about swordplay than I suspect even my grandmother can remember.

"Right...why I'm here. Well, it's like this. I overheard a conversation I shouldn't have between my grandparents after my dad took off. He took my mother's death hard. Really hard. I've never seen him so...broken. He didn't even stay for her memorial. I was sitting in this sort of quiet spot near the balcony where no one ever sees me. Kind of like a perch my aunt showed me that she used to use for thinking?

"Anyway, they were discussing my father, and my grandmother said something that made no damn sense.

"She said she wondered if it was right, never telling my father that he was 'Kaleb's son'.

"So...if I'm not a Zellar, then what the hell am I?

"And who the hell is Kaleb?"