Post by Mri on Jan 14, 2010 17:01:07 GMT -5
Age: Thirty-four
Gender: Female
Profession: Mercenary
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Profession: Mercenary
Appearance:
She’s a very beautiful woman despite the fact that she’s missing her left ear, her golden hair doesn’t hang freely, and there’s a definite age to her aurora. She stands straight and tall at 6’4” and weighs 170lbs – all of it thick muscle (but not overly so) from a life of heavy fighting. Her eyes are a bright green that’s seen too much of something one would rather never know. Her skin is richly tanned and her hands slender despite the roughness to them. Her appearance is never shabby in respect to Ms. Launder.Personality:
She keeps to herself more than not, preferring to watch instead of being in among the brawl. She has no loyalties, so if she sees someone acting suspicious, she minds her own business. She’s also feared more than not because of her stonewalled-ness in battle and that’s the way she likes it. She’s a true warrior at heart – fights to the end, surrender isn’t a word she knows, and defeat is not an option. She’s learned to accept what life throws at her in stride, hardly ever pausing for if she does she fears she’ll break.History:
Her mother died in childbirth, leaving her to be raised by her father. He taught her the basics of combat when she was three, but was unable to teach her much for he died in battle when she was five. She was sent to live with her uncle [whose wife she’s named after] and continued her studies with his three children. Her cousins ended up dying six years later because of a sickness and they both sorrowed greatly over their deaths. Six months later the uncle died – eaten by a pack of wolves. They managed to kill most of them [that’s where her ear was bitten off]. So she was now sent to live with her grandfather, but he died in under a week from old age. She ended up under the care of a pitying Ms. Launder [now widowed; and a foreigner (Araluen)] and ended up befriending a boy around her age. They went hiking, but they got lost when a blizzard blew in. The boy ended up freezing to death and she almost followed, but she’d been found by a person unknown. She went back home to Ms. Launder, but she died within three years – she’d slipped, lost consciousness, and fell into a river where she drowned. Brynunn tried to save her, but…Additional Information:
Now at the age of sixteen, she struck out on her own. She kept traveling, never staying in one place long enough for her to get to know anyone. Until a year later where she met a man by the name of Tralig Vlodirson. He taught her how to fight with both axe and sword, and against her better judgment she became attached to him. As her past would repeat, he died in three years – slaughtered by a group of bandits. She fought beside him and ended up slaying the last one with only a few minor cuts that weren’t so minor, but by the time her hands were free, Tralig’s heart had already stopped. She hadn’t any tears left to cry for her deceased friend, simply packed up her belongings after stitching her two cuts and began her travels once again.
She ended up joining a group of mercenaries, but never stayed with one group more than two months and always kept her distance from any member. She practices viciously with her two weapons and has become a ‘legend’ among the mercenaries. She’s not afraid to kill and does so with a stonewalled resistance. She’s more feared than not and thus people keep their distance – which she’s grateful for.
Posts she's in after history leaves off:
Araluen :: Norgate :: Infiltrating Scotti {warnin: sexual ineuendo}
Araluen :: Drayden :: Everything's Better in the Woods (Open)
She's named after her deceased aunt.