Post by Straightarrow on Sept 3, 2009 1:10:46 GMT 1
Character Name: Lavender Straightarrow
Age: 19
Eyes: Forest green
Hair: Jet Black (in some lighting it almost takes on a blue-ish tint.)
Face Description: Her face is fierce and angular, bearing cheekbones and a chin so sharp ti might just cut through flesh. But her eyes are alive with wonder, gaiety, and amusement. The scars, new and old, ranging from animal bites to sword slashes, betray the impish, childish personality within her head. Long, untameable ringlets of deep black fall over her shoulders to the small of her back; she rarely pulls it back save for combat and hunting, and even then a few tendrils always seem to come loose. Her lips, although marred by scar tissue (and occasionally blood or dirt), are small and seem to be in a constant smile.
Body Description: The short, sprightly archer has a long torso with average size legs, giving her a strange proportion when one really studies her. But besides that, her build and ...ehem, "measurments" are rather average. Average for a prized, bow-favoring tribe member of Knothole, that is. Just as her face, her pale skinned body is littered with winding, ropey scars; dark in some places, lighter in others, and ranging in age. Intricate tattoos decorate her back, thights, calves, shoulders and upper arms. She can usually be seen either in her simple, custom-built reinforced leather armor, or a simple cloth shirt with no sleeves on top. On her lower half is either various hardened leather pads or a simple knee-length skirt of the same, beige, simple cloth as her shirt.
Strengths: She's ultra good at talking, that's for sure. Lavender can be found chatting up anyone who will listen, accidentally flirting with confused males (or females), or bargaining for the best arrows she can buy. Otherwise, her time is spent communing with nature via sitting by the riverside or climbing trees and such. Her actual brute force is rather lacking, but her nimbleness more than makes up for it. She's an expert shot for her level, but she still likes to do some target practice every now and again.
Weaknesses: She rather dislikes machinery of any kind, including stoves such. Large cities like Bowerstone make her extremely uncomfortable as she feels out of her element. She has below average strength, and so cannot carry or lift as much as others can (in regards to Heros, of course). She's not a fan of magic either, and would rather steer clear of it for good.
Animal Companion: Her trusty wolf, Arrowhead, that she raised from puphood after his mother abandoned him.
Moral Standing: Neutral, leaning towards Good
Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow
Skill of Choice: Skill
Born: Knothole Glade
Family: Everyone's alive and kicking, except for her blow-hard of a father. She came from a long line of thingyy expert marksmen, and her father was definetly not impervious to big-headedness. He died trying to take down a pair of Pale Balverine on his own when she was in her early teens. SHe loved him, but he's everything she doesn't want to be and her life since then has been proving to her mother (not of Hero blood), and the rest of the community. Their family, although prized for its abilities, was basically the under-cover laughing stock of the village for being so overly-confident. Lavender will always have to live that down, but her four grandparents and Mother, despite being unsure if she can do it, fully support her.
Character History: Her father taught her almost everything she knows. When he died, her mother feared her going down the same path and sent her on a caravan of tribal gaurds to the Guild of Heroes. On the way, Hobbes, Pixies, Trolls and other nasties tried their best to demolish her and the gaurds, but they did a damn good job of defeating or at leats evading everything in their path.
Her arrival at the Guild was troublesome, since it was hard to get used to all the sunshine, all the people, and all the new-fangled gadgets, weaponry, fashions and worst of all: magic.
But despite the difficulties, Lavender's graduated as a full-fledged hero and is ready to spread the word of nature and humility to the world.
Personality: Lavender is one upbeat cookie, and talkative to boot. She is trusting of something until it does her wrong, and is ready to give second chances. But she isn't naive or stupid; in fact, Lavender is one who learns from her and others mistakes, taking survival to a whole 'nother level. She's most comfortable and happy when surrounded by loved ones or nature, but can grow a bit introverted in the midst of large crowds and cities.
Sample RP:
Lavender shouldered her well-used bow as she walked through the semi-alien forest of Greatwood. Balverines were seldom, if ever, found in this area, so she needn't be on her gaurd as much as she would back in Darkwood... but still. This place sure was different! The sun broke through the foliage above her, sending golden shafts of light to the forest floor and the heavily traveled road that she walked on.
A trader, going in the opposite direction, looked up from his own shoes as they passed each other, and she could swear she felt him staring at her. Whether he was just another city pervert, or in aw of all her scars, she couldn't tell. But either way, it caused her big, mossy green eyes to give a great roll. People were so rude out here!
The wind changed direction, bringing the faint sound of humming her way. Another horde of angry wasps upset by a unknowing traveler? Lavender halted in her step, unsheathing her bow and drawing an arrow all in one fluid motion. There she stood, braced for combat, holding her bow at nearly full tension in wait for a target to show itself... She'd been waiting for a fight for a while, as shown by the mischievous smile thingyed on her features.
Age: 19
Eyes: Forest green
Hair: Jet Black (in some lighting it almost takes on a blue-ish tint.)
Face Description: Her face is fierce and angular, bearing cheekbones and a chin so sharp ti might just cut through flesh. But her eyes are alive with wonder, gaiety, and amusement. The scars, new and old, ranging from animal bites to sword slashes, betray the impish, childish personality within her head. Long, untameable ringlets of deep black fall over her shoulders to the small of her back; she rarely pulls it back save for combat and hunting, and even then a few tendrils always seem to come loose. Her lips, although marred by scar tissue (and occasionally blood or dirt), are small and seem to be in a constant smile.
Body Description: The short, sprightly archer has a long torso with average size legs, giving her a strange proportion when one really studies her. But besides that, her build and ...ehem, "measurments" are rather average. Average for a prized, bow-favoring tribe member of Knothole, that is. Just as her face, her pale skinned body is littered with winding, ropey scars; dark in some places, lighter in others, and ranging in age. Intricate tattoos decorate her back, thights, calves, shoulders and upper arms. She can usually be seen either in her simple, custom-built reinforced leather armor, or a simple cloth shirt with no sleeves on top. On her lower half is either various hardened leather pads or a simple knee-length skirt of the same, beige, simple cloth as her shirt.
Strengths: She's ultra good at talking, that's for sure. Lavender can be found chatting up anyone who will listen, accidentally flirting with confused males (or females), or bargaining for the best arrows she can buy. Otherwise, her time is spent communing with nature via sitting by the riverside or climbing trees and such. Her actual brute force is rather lacking, but her nimbleness more than makes up for it. She's an expert shot for her level, but she still likes to do some target practice every now and again.
Weaknesses: She rather dislikes machinery of any kind, including stoves such. Large cities like Bowerstone make her extremely uncomfortable as she feels out of her element. She has below average strength, and so cannot carry or lift as much as others can (in regards to Heros, of course). She's not a fan of magic either, and would rather steer clear of it for good.
Animal Companion: Her trusty wolf, Arrowhead, that she raised from puphood after his mother abandoned him.
Moral Standing: Neutral, leaning towards Good
Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow
Skill of Choice: Skill
Born: Knothole Glade
Family: Everyone's alive and kicking, except for her blow-hard of a father. She came from a long line of thingyy expert marksmen, and her father was definetly not impervious to big-headedness. He died trying to take down a pair of Pale Balverine on his own when she was in her early teens. SHe loved him, but he's everything she doesn't want to be and her life since then has been proving to her mother (not of Hero blood), and the rest of the community. Their family, although prized for its abilities, was basically the under-cover laughing stock of the village for being so overly-confident. Lavender will always have to live that down, but her four grandparents and Mother, despite being unsure if she can do it, fully support her.
Character History: Her father taught her almost everything she knows. When he died, her mother feared her going down the same path and sent her on a caravan of tribal gaurds to the Guild of Heroes. On the way, Hobbes, Pixies, Trolls and other nasties tried their best to demolish her and the gaurds, but they did a damn good job of defeating or at leats evading everything in their path.
Her arrival at the Guild was troublesome, since it was hard to get used to all the sunshine, all the people, and all the new-fangled gadgets, weaponry, fashions and worst of all: magic.
But despite the difficulties, Lavender's graduated as a full-fledged hero and is ready to spread the word of nature and humility to the world.
Personality: Lavender is one upbeat cookie, and talkative to boot. She is trusting of something until it does her wrong, and is ready to give second chances. But she isn't naive or stupid; in fact, Lavender is one who learns from her and others mistakes, taking survival to a whole 'nother level. She's most comfortable and happy when surrounded by loved ones or nature, but can grow a bit introverted in the midst of large crowds and cities.
Sample RP:
Lavender shouldered her well-used bow as she walked through the semi-alien forest of Greatwood. Balverines were seldom, if ever, found in this area, so she needn't be on her gaurd as much as she would back in Darkwood... but still. This place sure was different! The sun broke through the foliage above her, sending golden shafts of light to the forest floor and the heavily traveled road that she walked on.
A trader, going in the opposite direction, looked up from his own shoes as they passed each other, and she could swear she felt him staring at her. Whether he was just another city pervert, or in aw of all her scars, she couldn't tell. But either way, it caused her big, mossy green eyes to give a great roll. People were so rude out here!
The wind changed direction, bringing the faint sound of humming her way. Another horde of angry wasps upset by a unknowing traveler? Lavender halted in her step, unsheathing her bow and drawing an arrow all in one fluid motion. There she stood, braced for combat, holding her bow at nearly full tension in wait for a target to show itself... She'd been waiting for a fight for a while, as shown by the mischievous smile thingyed on her features.