Post by violetstar on Jan 19, 2013 15:07:52 GMT -5
Name:Fia Brandshire
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Criminal/Traveler
Allegiance: Herself
Physical Description: Curling red hair hangs down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Freckles are splashed across all of her pale skin. Sharp green eyes peer out of thick black eyelashes. Two soft pink scars mar her left pale cheek, from one of her 'jobs'. Thick, pale, lips bow in a normal frown. She stands about five six from the ground. Her build is skinny, from not being well nourished when she was younger. But muscles slide easily under her pale skin, because of the hard work she has to do to make money. Her legs are long, her torso hour glass shaped. She is curvy through her skinniness, showing her womanly side. She always wears the same thing, a leather armor set that she stole from a woman on the road. Tall leather boots save her feet from the long journeys she sets out on. A dagger hangs forever on her hip. A gift from the man she used to work for, a perfect fit for her womanly hand. Her voice is light, with a slight rasp to it, showing how little she spoke.
Personality: She is very secretive, she has to be, she's a criminal. Her essence is dark, from her cruel past. She does not speak much, choosing to stay quiet and listen from the shadows instead of joining the laughter and light. She has a fierce temper, ready to fight at the slightest temptation. She hates her silence to be interrupted, and if someone does interrupt this she will go out on a rant. This fierce nature is what got her into trouble. She is quite insane, due to her previous line of work. She tries to beat down the insanity, but it bubbles up into her mind at all times. She has very few morals. She tells herself she can kill anyone in cold blood without feeling a thing, but this isn’t true. She is very emotional, succumbing to rants of maniacal laughter or random fits of sobbing.
History: Fia was born into a poor house. Her mother was sick all the time and her father was a raging drunk. At an early age the girl was the one making the money for the family. She would take any odd job that she could. But she could not make enough money for all three of the members of the family and they stayed poor. Then when Fia was only thirteen her mother died of her sickness. This caused her father to get even worse than he had already been. He drank twice as much, coming home blazing drunk at night. Fia wished he would just stay out, because whenever he came home she would receive a merciless beating. She wanted him to die, and she got her wish. Only a few months after Fia's mother died so did her father. And she was left alone. She continued to live in her beaten down shack of a house, taking any job she could get. Then she met a man that would change her life.
He came to stay at an inn that Fia was working. She was sixteen now, but she still lived in a poor state. The man noticed her torn clothes, dirt face, and protruding bones and instantly offered her a job. He would not tell her what the job was, but he flashed gold coin in her face and she accepted, a choice that would mar her soul forever. He was an assassin, and he brought the girl into his work, teaching her everything he knew. Soon the girl was very good at her knew skill. She was also able to work on her old skills, such as thievery. She would receive her pay for the kill and would be able to steal the dead person's belongings. She was no longer poor, and she was happy, in a way.
But soon she caught herself getting more and more disturbed. She began to care less about the kills, her morals were dying. And she couldn't take it anymore. She ran from the man. She took all of her earnings and belongings with her, living a somewhat lavish life now. But by leaving the man she left her security. The law was after her, and she had to become a part of the shadows. She is still there, stuck in the darkness of solitude. She wants to be pulled from it, to come out into the light and live a happy, prosperous life. But she knows that is not possible. She is insane, a killer, dangerous, depressed. And she will stay that way.
Roleplaying Sample: The wind bit at the girl's bare skin. Her leather armor not thick enough to protect her sensitive skin. Her fiery hair whipped about her face, getting in the way of her sight. In one quick movement the girl pulls out a leather strip, a steal from one of the local men, and tied her wild hair back. Fierce green eyes search the surroundings around her. Trees sprouted from the lush grass on the ground. The land was beautiful, but the girl's mind would not allow her to notice the beauty. Her paranoia got the best of her. Whispering words of wondering eyes, lawmen running after her, a killer close. Her hand flew to the hilt of her dagger, grabbing onto it for dear life. Then a bird's voice broke the silence that draped itself across her and Fia's nerves got the best of her. She broke into a wild run. Hoping to leave the dangerous place, return to the shadows, where she thrived.
Companion: Fia travels with her life long friend, Gael. The gelding is the breed of a shire horse. He stands 17 hands tall. His coat matches the ebony color of night. Four pristine white stockings stretch to his knees, feathering out around his large hooves. Long black banners hang to his shoulder from his neck and to the ground from his rump. A thick, white, blaze slides down his face from his ears to his lips. Bright amber eyes shine from under his lashes. The gelding is loyal to the end to his girl. He would do anything for her. The gelding is an ex war horse and so he is almost as fierce as his owner. He has his own grand personality, acting almost as if he thought he was human. He is the perfect horse to his rider. She loves him and he loves her.
Age: 19
Race: Human
Occupation: Criminal/Traveler
Allegiance: Herself
Physical Description: Curling red hair hangs down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Freckles are splashed across all of her pale skin. Sharp green eyes peer out of thick black eyelashes. Two soft pink scars mar her left pale cheek, from one of her 'jobs'. Thick, pale, lips bow in a normal frown. She stands about five six from the ground. Her build is skinny, from not being well nourished when she was younger. But muscles slide easily under her pale skin, because of the hard work she has to do to make money. Her legs are long, her torso hour glass shaped. She is curvy through her skinniness, showing her womanly side. She always wears the same thing, a leather armor set that she stole from a woman on the road. Tall leather boots save her feet from the long journeys she sets out on. A dagger hangs forever on her hip. A gift from the man she used to work for, a perfect fit for her womanly hand. Her voice is light, with a slight rasp to it, showing how little she spoke.
Personality: She is very secretive, she has to be, she's a criminal. Her essence is dark, from her cruel past. She does not speak much, choosing to stay quiet and listen from the shadows instead of joining the laughter and light. She has a fierce temper, ready to fight at the slightest temptation. She hates her silence to be interrupted, and if someone does interrupt this she will go out on a rant. This fierce nature is what got her into trouble. She is quite insane, due to her previous line of work. She tries to beat down the insanity, but it bubbles up into her mind at all times. She has very few morals. She tells herself she can kill anyone in cold blood without feeling a thing, but this isn’t true. She is very emotional, succumbing to rants of maniacal laughter or random fits of sobbing.
History: Fia was born into a poor house. Her mother was sick all the time and her father was a raging drunk. At an early age the girl was the one making the money for the family. She would take any odd job that she could. But she could not make enough money for all three of the members of the family and they stayed poor. Then when Fia was only thirteen her mother died of her sickness. This caused her father to get even worse than he had already been. He drank twice as much, coming home blazing drunk at night. Fia wished he would just stay out, because whenever he came home she would receive a merciless beating. She wanted him to die, and she got her wish. Only a few months after Fia's mother died so did her father. And she was left alone. She continued to live in her beaten down shack of a house, taking any job she could get. Then she met a man that would change her life.
He came to stay at an inn that Fia was working. She was sixteen now, but she still lived in a poor state. The man noticed her torn clothes, dirt face, and protruding bones and instantly offered her a job. He would not tell her what the job was, but he flashed gold coin in her face and she accepted, a choice that would mar her soul forever. He was an assassin, and he brought the girl into his work, teaching her everything he knew. Soon the girl was very good at her knew skill. She was also able to work on her old skills, such as thievery. She would receive her pay for the kill and would be able to steal the dead person's belongings. She was no longer poor, and she was happy, in a way.
But soon she caught herself getting more and more disturbed. She began to care less about the kills, her morals were dying. And she couldn't take it anymore. She ran from the man. She took all of her earnings and belongings with her, living a somewhat lavish life now. But by leaving the man she left her security. The law was after her, and she had to become a part of the shadows. She is still there, stuck in the darkness of solitude. She wants to be pulled from it, to come out into the light and live a happy, prosperous life. But she knows that is not possible. She is insane, a killer, dangerous, depressed. And she will stay that way.
Roleplaying Sample: The wind bit at the girl's bare skin. Her leather armor not thick enough to protect her sensitive skin. Her fiery hair whipped about her face, getting in the way of her sight. In one quick movement the girl pulls out a leather strip, a steal from one of the local men, and tied her wild hair back. Fierce green eyes search the surroundings around her. Trees sprouted from the lush grass on the ground. The land was beautiful, but the girl's mind would not allow her to notice the beauty. Her paranoia got the best of her. Whispering words of wondering eyes, lawmen running after her, a killer close. Her hand flew to the hilt of her dagger, grabbing onto it for dear life. Then a bird's voice broke the silence that draped itself across her and Fia's nerves got the best of her. She broke into a wild run. Hoping to leave the dangerous place, return to the shadows, where she thrived.
Companion: Fia travels with her life long friend, Gael. The gelding is the breed of a shire horse. He stands 17 hands tall. His coat matches the ebony color of night. Four pristine white stockings stretch to his knees, feathering out around his large hooves. Long black banners hang to his shoulder from his neck and to the ground from his rump. A thick, white, blaze slides down his face from his ears to his lips. Bright amber eyes shine from under his lashes. The gelding is loyal to the end to his girl. He would do anything for her. The gelding is an ex war horse and so he is almost as fierce as his owner. He has his own grand personality, acting almost as if he thought he was human. He is the perfect horse to his rider. She loves him and he loves her.