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Post by ivory on May 14, 2009 19:44:19 GMT -5
Age: 34 Gender: Female Profession: SWC Appearance: As her name suggests, she looks like an angel with her slender form and willowy arms. Her skin is fair and her hair a light blonde. Her light bluish-green eyes hold the rays of what seems to be a hope that can never be distinguished. Her nose is small and button-like and her smile shines beautifully. She stands at a little over five feet and weighs only 108 lbs. Though her face is beautiful, her back and torso are heavily scarred. Rugged lines run across them from where she was mawed by a wolf when she was six years old. A man's silver ring sits upon her right ring finger (given to her by an old lover) and is laden with a rounded piece of oynx. Beautifully carved within the stone are intricate carvings lined in silver. Personality: Regardless of her harsh past, she comes across as polite, opptimistic, and angelic. She's smiling and cracking jokes most of the time and seeking to soothe a troubled soul.
Chews on her tongue when thinking things over. History: Angel came into a family that seemed to be spawned by the devil himself, especially her father. Though she appears to have had the perfect life, the truth couldn't be farther from it. Her father, Brewt Faulkner, always wanted a son to carry on his legend. And a nasty legend he held. He was known only for his cruelty to both his servants and family - beating his wife repeatedly, even more so when she gave birth to a daughter. He would've killed her then and there had his best man not taking a liking to her. Knowing what kind of meat he favored, Brewt sold his daughter at the age of five, though kept her within the confines of his castle where he grew to beat her along with her mother. A year after her selling, she accidentally displeased a man her father deemed of the highest importance and for that she paid dearly. Two weeks went without a punishment that she feared coming and as the fifteenth day passed, she began to think he'd forgotten. But he hadn't. Two days later, she was thrown and locked into a pin with a savage wolf, barely escaping alive and only so because her father believed he could make more money off her. The year she was seven, she'd be forced down an even harsher path as her only friend and protector [mother]vanished off the face of the earth. She never knew why and cried for months, accepting beatings and punishment with a solemn vow of silence. For nine years she didn't speak a word, running off whenever possible to hide amongst the trees in their backyard. She cried only there so as not to chance more beatings and there she learned the language of nature - learning to read the sign of the animals and plants, learning to read the sun and moon and clouds above. But her haven couldn't be visited until her father passed out from drinking or she risked an even greater beating at not being there when he wanted her. She ran away when she was sixteen and old enough to care for herself by society's standards. In those years between running away and having her father killed, she took to fancy a set of golden claws (which were later stolen from her) she'd found on a raid she'd conducted with a group of bandits that had taken her in like family. They were later slaughtered though and she set back out on her own, with the knowledge of martial arts (whose grace was replaced by the harsher flow of life) and all the other tricks they'd taught her, along with those she sought to learn on her own. She used those techniques to make her way back home, but she didn't do the job herself, instead letting a friend do it for her. She'd found him when he was only a babe and molded him into a kind of bodyguard after watching how they lived so she could better 'communicate' with him. And he did his job well. Satisfied that her father would no longer bother her physically, though she knew she'd always dream about him, she enlisted herself in the army and then into the SWC where she offered her talent of talking to nature, along with her quick and neat ability to kill through accupressure. Though she favors the knife, she also learned the tricks of nature's secrets (poisons, remedies, and the mixing of earthly elements).
Posts she's in after history leaves off: Seas :: The Ocean :: Lost At Sea (Open to Everyone Forever) *year before* Gallica :: The Front :: Fear and Death (SWC Only) Additional Information: Though she believes her mother to be dead, she's always searching just in case she's wrong. When the claws were stolen, she set out to learn the trade of knives and became highly skilled at it, always keeping at least six(two of them katars; one saxe; two throwing; one misericorde) on her at all times. She makes them herself, using secrets she'd learned of mixing metals. Acupressure is the art of using the body’s pressure points to either heal or cause intense pain. There are two types of ‘pressing’ techniques. One is a simple press which can be either lightly held for a minute or so (healing), or can be jabbed (painful). The second is a tight counter-clockwise rotation of the finger or other small object and helps release blockage of chi (“spirit/life essence” of the body). The practice can be dangerous and sometimes fatal – especially if you don’t know what you’re doing (so please don’t try anything that I have her doing that’s related to acupressure). Dim mak [one of the defensive uses of acupressure] is mentioned in this video:
She's 'afraid' of abandoned buildings for some reason. The only thing she's 'told' me right now [told you I have a tendency to actually play the character *grin*] is that it centers around a supressed memory/memories.
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Post by Tandar on May 16, 2009 20:38:41 GMT -5
Looks great. Are you unsure about the Special Warfare Corps, or what's with the question marks? Also, can you elaborate on "talking to nature?" How does that work?
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Post by Dougal on May 17, 2009 3:24:04 GMT -5
I'd just like to point out that Dougal does not trust women at all, so it's a very rare woman who does get in. I should really do a write up for the SWC that states this more plainly. Basically, Dougal only accepted Lea into the SWC because A) she had beaten him in a fight, B) she had found about the SWC by herself, C) she wasn't afraid to sleep with the enemy to get information.
Angel probably wouldn't be accepted because she really has nothing to add to the SWC's repertoire. They know poisons from the Genovesans, as well as general field craft from the Rangers. So, unless Angel is willing to sleep with men to get information from them and she found out about the SWC independently (plus passed a very rigorous training regime, which is pretty similar to that of a SAS soldier), then Dougal probably would have over looked Angel.
Still, Dougal's personality is changing and, hopefully by the end of the current war, he'll be more accepting of women, so if you want to wait until then Angel might get into the SWC. She'd still have to go through the training though.
'Course, I'm not a mod, but what I've written is basically to try and keep everything IC.
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Post by Brandwyn on May 17, 2009 8:59:01 GMT -5
Actually, Dougal, Tandar and I had just talked last week about having you write up a profile for the SWC and posting it on the rules and guidelines board. I was supposed to PM you about it, but didn't get to it yet.
Could you go ahead and do that? Give a description of it, an idea of the types of things they do and the types of characters that would be accepted, what women would have to go through to get in and the reason why you have a say as to who is accepted even though you are not a moderator (because it is your creation and your character is the one who has the final say on who gets in and who doesn't.)
Ivory: If you want this character to be in the SWC, you are going to have to come up with some story that would make Dougal's character accept you, like I did with Lea. You might need to modify it somewhat too.
The staff consults with Dougal on all SWC characters before accepting him, so if you work it out with him, he will let us know and then we can accept her.
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Post by ivory on May 17, 2009 11:10:22 GMT -5
Hahaha. I see it worked. I wasn't sure about the...forget it.
Anyways, the question marks were because the entrance into the SWC wasn't my decision. She 'talks to nature' by reading the signs that are everywhere: the type of clouds (their color, shape, direction that they're moving, how fast they're moving), how the animals react differently from their norm (quieter- a sense of danger, less active - nothing very big in the change of weather, but 'just enough' for them to wait it out, more active (as in rushing to gather food) - possibly a few days locked inside, smell in the air (it's proven that sweat made from fear is different from the regular kind, even people can pick up on it, better so if they're trained (which she would be because of her past), also, the smell of urine (different smells for different animals, and as she spent a lot of her time in the woods, she learned to distinguish them.)), ect.
She's ruthless in what she wants, so would probably sleep with someone just to get it (and no I'm not adding that just to get accepted, it's not my way; just trying to give you a clearer image of her character). And with her ruthless comes a personal stubborness. Ever since she left her father (especially after he died), she became more independent and unwilling to be forced under another's will (would rather prefer death) - which is another reason why'd she'd sleep with a man (the first time she'd actually chosen to do so was a test to force herself to operate past those memories). Like I said, she's ruthless, especially of herself. She only expects the best of herself and if she can't have it, she'll work until it is that way. She's not a dreamer, so she knows that gaining a certain skill takes time, and she'll work until that happens. Though the training for the SWC would no doubt be hard and tenious, I doubt she'd have a problem. Not that I'm trying to make her a superhuman or anything, but having lived with what she did, she'd found ways to ignore the physical pain (though she's acutely aware of it, just endores it for personal reasons), and strength to carry on past any obstacles. She's also very shrewd and wouldn't hesitate to change a situation to her liking, which she'd done when she was captured by bandits (who later accepted her because she'd slept with the leader and soon gained the position of his right-hand 'man' by proving herself capable of handling herself (stuck a knife in the back of the previous right-hand man; and no, I seriously, didn't add that she slept with him just because of before, honestly, it just crept from beneath my fingers - a very normal thing when I merge with the character, yeah, yeah, I know I'm weird *shrug*).
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Post by Dougal on May 17, 2009 16:15:42 GMT -5
See, that kind of personality is the one that would make Dougal paranoid. While a lot of the members of the SWC do have somewhat criminal pasts, he refuses to accept anyone who likes to change situations to their liking (i.e go against his plans). Still, Angel is pretty much what Dougal would be looking for (tough, mentally and physically, and willing to go to extremes to fulfil a mission), but you still haven't explained how she came to know about the SWC because Dougal's a paranoia runs so deep that none were included in the initial intake and Lea had to find her own way in.
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Post by ivory on May 17, 2009 18:10:13 GMT -5
But wouldn't that include everyone? Even Dougal by using other's thinking that he's illiterate against them? 'While it doesn't automatically mean that Dougal is crude and uneducated, he does tend to play this card, mixed often with his sergeant persona, having been one for so long.' Or when Lea gathered information from a man's bed? That's using her body and the man's weakness to get what she wanted, is it not?
As for the finding, I'm guessing flattery wouldn't work? Not that I'd actually try. I think that's a lot of bull.
What about this: With every secret there's always a rumor, even if it's only a thread and heard rarely, there's always that rumor. What if she picked up on it somewhere when she was too old to be trained as a ranger and decided that she wanted something to replace the need for revenge in her heart (after of course, her revenge were sated)?
And if you're wondering how the rumors started, I have a few suggestions. 1) The majority of the members I'm assuming (on the fact that he doesn't trust women) are men and thus if women can get secrets out of other men, why not one or two of the chosen, especially if it's someone they trust dearly (as with Dougal and Rhianwen; not all of the men can take what Dougal can; there's always one or two who get pass the barriers only to later learn that they shouldn't have)? 2) Or when they were drunk. 3) The people that helped train them. Unless they all were killed, some probably spilled the beans (never got that phrase by the way), especially if they weren't loyal to the Araluen crown (Temujin and Genovesan) which they would've shared to their country in the first place because of their loyalty to their king/lord/whatever (at least I"m pretty sure those two aren't in Araluen, correct me if I'm wrong). 4) Though I'm sure I read somewhere that Dougal wouldn't discuss his work with Rhianwen, she probably had some suspicions of something - even if she didn't know exactly what, but definitely would have if she was as shrewd as you've stated - which she shared to Morgorath and maybe others, but now that I think about it, I'm also sure you said that he ended up telling everything, but I'm not sure what the timeframe was before he killed them all, but maybe just enough time to send a message which might or might not have been intercepted? 5) the common folk made their own suspicions when someone died (which no doubt would've happened if the killings didn't stop even if they were killed in different ways or made into accidents - common folk are usually more paranoid than a lot of people might believe - which explains their believings in ghosts and other paranormal). 6) Criminals (even those in jail) would have heard something because they seemingly always do when something like this happens. 7) Or someone (on accident) overheard them talking about it (though this sounds a little more like crap, but I figured I throw it in there anyways since I've yet to hear of a plan that went exactly to the planner's liking).
And if you're wondering how she learned of the rumors, the best rumors travel throughout the common people and the rumors of the criminal world she would've heard through her time with the bandits. And remember, she'd spent eleven years learning the trade of sexual pleasure.
And the reason she would've believed it and sought it out? 1) the challenge, 2) that need mentioned earlier, and 3) her want to 'stop the darker side of life', but unable to enter into the rangers.
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Post by Dougal on May 18, 2009 0:54:15 GMT -5
Like I said, all you need is a reason for Angel to find out about the SWC. Just choose any of the above reasons and have Angel confront Dougal and then undergo training.
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Post by Brandwyn on May 18, 2009 4:52:36 GMT -5
Ivory, go read my character, Avalea Goldsmith's profile to get an idea of what we want.
In her history I did a story about how she found out about the SWC and then confronted Dougal in order to coerce him into accepting her into the SWC.
You should write something like that up for your character. You can add it to the bottom of your character's profile in the other category if you want to. (or do it in a reply here - whichever you prefer)
SWC people get special gear to correspond to their special skill set, so if you have any special gear you want approved, include that as well at the end. (You can also do it in a reply here if that is easier for you)
Questions?
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Post by ivory on May 18, 2009 15:11:29 GMT -5
I'm going with six, if that's okay?
And I have one question (to this particular subject anyways. lol. :-) When I make the confrontation scene between Dougal and Angel, am I allowed to control his character, or should I make a 'thread' within the thread so that he could wrote back?
Oh, and about the profiles...
Do we have to put their files in under the threads for the actual characters that we'll majorlly play? Or can I just list the names and brief information about them in here[underneath profile; I originally posted it there but then I thought it'd just be easier to have only my posts in there, so I figured I'd ask it here and then modify it in there]? Just the other Family members (in order of entering into it - #20 - that's with counting the major dead one), though I doubt I'll use more than five of them, but I figured, just in case....well, might as well if that's okay?
I'll probably end up doing the Family in one post(if it's allowed) then switch to different characters after that. If you don't get the previous sentence, I'll show you what I mean since I'm not doing so good with words. Srry about that.
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Post by Dougal on May 18, 2009 16:29:20 GMT -5
You can just do a fight between Angel and Dougal. Dougal basically tries to overwhelm his opponents with strength, but he will fall back on skill if that doesn't work. If you're stuck writing the fight at any time, just give me a PM and I'll give you a couple of ideas.
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Post by Brandwyn on May 18, 2009 17:06:30 GMT -5
I am pretty much totally confused by your question, Ivory:
"Do we have to put their files in under the threads for the actual characters that we'll majorlly play? Or can I just list the names and brief information about them in here[underneath profile; I originally posted it there but then I thought it'd just be easier to have only my posts in there, so I figured I'd ask it here and then modify it in there]? Just the other Family members (in order of entering into it - #20 - that's with counting the major dead one), though I doubt I'll use more than five of them, but I figured, just in case....well, might as well if that's okay?"
You do a profile on the characters that you are playing (the main characters). Characters that kinda work with them, or that they hang around with, but are not going to be a major part of your posts are NPC's. You don't have to do a profile on them. You can just list them. Or you can list them and give a brief description of them.
As to the thread, It would be nice to have all your main characters under one thread, but I see you made other threads in the profiles board to split them up by "type?" or something. That is ok if you want to do it that way.
You can list your NPC's in the same thread as your main characters or you can have a seperate NPC thread. It is up to you.
The idea is to get them all in one spot so you can find them quickly (or we can find them quickly) without having to search through a bunch of others characters if something needs to be referenced or clarified for a post somewhere down the road.
I am not sure if that answered your question, though, since I am not entirely sure what you were asking. Does it answer your question?
Baiscally you can set up the profile however you want.
Just remember you are only allowed 10 characters (main characters - not NPC's).
Also, just as an FYI, I am turning Henry into a main character rather than an NPC like he has been up to this point. I didn't think he was going to end up being such a pivotal part of the plot as he has turned out to be. So I will posting him up as another of my characters. Making mine to a total of 8!!! (I think you may have close the same number as I do! Grin! You are catching me!)
Anyway, that is how I would determine if they are a NPC or a main character: how pivotal are they going to be to the plot? Are they just following along your character or are they going to be doing things independently and interacting heavily with other people's characters? '
Answering those questions aught to make it easier to decide if they are NPCs or not.
Hope this helped.
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Post by ivory on May 18, 2009 18:41:47 GMT -5
Thank you both. It answered all my questions. lol. That's an impossibility. So I guess I should say, it answered all of my questions that I asked earlier on here. lol. :-)
Srry, if I'm annoying you with all the lol.'s and :-)s, but I'm still excited because of the play two/three days ago. lol. :-) hahaha But I'll try to control myself if you want me too. ... See, didn't even put an lol. or a :-) After that one. :-) Oh, darn. lol. Crap. Alright, stopping now.
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Post by ivory on May 18, 2009 20:56:44 GMT -5
“Whatever it takes.”
Angel remembered the words from her own past, whispered into her ear by her ex-lover before she entered the band of bandits and learned that it was their motto. Justin had been idolized for his quick wit and originality, but late one night when the moon was full and he was relaxed he confessed that the motto they lived by wasn’t their own. He’d stolen it from somewhere, but though she asked, he said he didn’t remember. Content with his answer, she let it drop.
Until they were slaughtered. Feeling an emptiness in her chest she headed out to put an end to her revenge and later, sought to fill that hole. She enlisted into the army, but when that wasn’t enough, she listened for the motto that had been her one true family, thinking to offer them her services. Days of searching turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into a little over two years before she finally had a name to fit with the rumors. She followed it up to the top and having long lost the thrill and want of army life, she decided to meet this Dougal.
She agonized over how she would tell him, having learned of his suspicion of women started by a Rhianwen, whom she knew had been a spy for Morgaroth. That, and the fact that the SWC was supposed to be hidden too deep to find. Two days she dragged it out before deciding on a straight-out confrontation.
She thought to just slip inside his rented out room when he wasn’t there and wait for his return, but figured that if his guards heard the commotion they’d rush in to help and stack the odds higher against her. She did scope the place out though, checking for possible exits just in case it didn’t go as plain though she doubted she would have used them. She was stubborn in the area of getting what she wanted and would rather face death than defeat.
So she waited an hour after his return before hitting the guards. She didn’t bother to knock, deciding instead to just pick her way inside. Within seconds she flung the door open and dived inside, coming up in a roll directly in front of one of the guards. Since he was taken by surprise with the slamming of the door, she managed to dart and rise behind him, grabbing his arm in the process. She pulled it behind him, applying sharp pressure to his wrist to keep it there with the least amount of effort for her as she faced the other. He’d pulled his arm back, a knife in his grip, but hesitated at the blockage of his friend.
Taking the opening, she placed a leg between his and shoved him with her shoulder, not bothering to wait as he crashed into his ally before knocking them both out with the stool. An inner door opened as she did and she twirled around onto the balls of her feet to face the captain.
She cursed herself as she dropped quickly to the floor at the swing of steel. She rolled to the left and back onto her feet, eyes darting to the two crumbled guards as she did so, checking to make sure they really were knocked out. Neither moved.
Her attention was back on the man standing before her as she rolled back onto her feet.
“Whatever it takes.”
She watched as his eyes narrowed at her words, but he wasn’t shocked into hesitation, not that she actually thought he would’ve been. In fact, he moved quite fast after that and she muttered another curse before pulling out the long, thick knife she’d molded herself. Though she’d been trained in the sword and had excelled at it, her love laid within the shorter blades of the knives, a love she’d mothered during her time with the bandits.
She gritted her teeth at the force of his strike as she just managed to block it. Her arm felt numb, but she ignored it, having been taught by her father to use limbs that she could no longer feel. It was a weird sensation for those not used to it, but she never thanked her father for the advantage.
But she thanked the heavens after taking another few of his blows and seeing him realize that the closed quarters were too small for truly effective strokes. No doubt, he’d be able to lope off a limb of hers eventually, but that time would be long in coming and he wanted to finish it quickly. Probably because of business that still needed to be attended to she thought, along with the thinking of his surprise when she put up enough of a fight to qualify for a 'man'.
She sheathed her own knife as she jumped back to give herself time to put feeling back into her arm. She applied release to the points between the muscles of her biceps and nearly sighed in relief as the numbing abided though nothing on the outside showed it.
The time consumed cost her though and she took a grazing punch in the jaw. Her eyes watered, but she shook it off as she reeled backwards. Only her tripping over a piece of furniture saved her from being decked again. She worked her jaw as she rolled backwards and back onto her feet, darting to the left before rising on the balls of her feet. Satisfied that it wasn’t broken, she moved in.
She repeated the mantra to herself as she gave blows and took them in equal measure. She learned quickly to not let him land a full-on blow, rather to try her hardest to get them to glance off her flesh. They would leave bruises, but not broken bones. Though she could fight well enough with either, that applied only to those that weren’t masters of the art of combat like Dougal was. She doubted that if he managed to break one of her bones, she’d be able to win this blasted fight, let alone get accepted into the SWC.
“Whatever it takes,” she murmured to herself before risking a chancy opening.
She moved; dodging a punch by turning sideways and bringing her back leg up as she did so. It cracked somewhere on his body, but she didn’t bother to check where as she was too busy spinning back around to face him before he recovered in that quick way he had of doing. She slammed her fist into his stomach, striking up to better knock the breath out of him before elbowing her other arm into his face and shoving him backward with the palm that issued the first blow.
She hissed in sharply as managed to kick out as he fell, catching her shin with his boot. Though most of the force had been lost in the fall, hitting bone always hurt like the dickens. She tested her weight on it and nearly sighed as it held in the fraction of a second that she’d wasted.
He was already hurrying back onto his feet when she she moved to slam her foot into his chin. She doubted she had enough power to do anything but knock him out, but that’s what she wanted. Unfortunately it didn’t happen. He moved faster than she anticipated and had turned his head so she only grazed the side of his face. And as her foot kept rising he tackled her to the ground, quickly rolling on top.
Luckily, her hands were still free and she smashed her palm into his nose. She heard it crack and watched the blood, but it did little to deter him. Still, it was enough for her to slip out from under him and regain her footing. She was heaving from the force of the battle and aching in too many places to distinguish individually. The pinkie of her left hand especially hurt and she didn’t doubt that it had been broken in the fall.
If she had any chance of winning, she needed to end it quickly. But how?
Whatever it takes
Her physical answer came a minute later. They were fighting hand-to-hand again and she now nursed a bleeding lip and swollen cheek – both from the same grazing punch. His nose was the only thing she could see wrong with him and he didn’t act as if he felt it in the slightest.
With each block of his punches, her forearms numbed further with the force. With each aimed kick of his legs, she either jumped back or blocked with her forearms or shins – each throbbing at each contact before disappearing into the complete numbness of her body.
It was after one of these pains that she managed to gain another immediately after. She ignored both flashes as she closed in. His left arm came up for another blow, but she darted underneath it and aimed two quick punches to pressure points in his back. He toppled, his strength unable to help him this time.
She took a step toward him when one of the men behind her groaned. Without further hesitation, she escaped out the window, hanging from her fingers before dropping the remaining ten feet below. She rolled as she fell and though a rock jammed into her side she was too hurt to notice the fresh pain. After meeting his glare from the window, she took off through the winding alleys shadowed by the night, vowing she'd return until she'd gained acceptance.
She looked up at the sky before and was surprised to see that nary twenty minutes had passed since she’d entered the inn. Aching, she decided to hide until daybreak before making her way back to the battleschool's grounds.
A day later she received a visit from one of Dougal’s men. Thinking the worse and feeling it, she readied herself for a fight that never came. Instead she was given the message of acceptance.
How's that?
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Post by Dougal on May 18, 2009 22:57:06 GMT -5
Yep, sounds pretty good to me.
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