Post by Mri on Jan 14, 2010 18:12:08 GMT -5
Age: Twenty-six (26)
Gender: Female
Profession: Mercenary
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Profession: Mercenary
Appearance:
A beauty with auburn hair, tan skin, hazel-green eyes, high cheekbones, a long, straight nose, and thin lips.Personality:
Stands around 5'10"; weighs approximately 130 lbs - all of it muscle.
In the space between her left shoulder and neck, there are three small scars that are placed horizontally above one another with the middle one half way out to the left (the mark of the family)
She's one of little humor. Her face expressionless except for the coldness of eyes. A four word summary: A no-nonsense type person.History:
Born in Gallica to a noble family of seven children: all male except for her, she was given a rich life for seven years. Then her world came crashing down as a neighboring lord sought to take their lands for himself. His soldiers stormed the castle, outnumbering their own guard three to one, and soon made their way inside. Their parents had managed to hide her with her two younger brothers and made her promise not to come out regardless of what she heard. She cried as she promised and sought comfort in trying to soothe her two brothers: age five and three. Her other siblings fought to defend their home and died for it along with her parents. She was found and dragged out screaming and crying and watched as he slaughtered her remaining relatives before turning his attention back to her. She was limp in his grasp, frozen with shock and horror, when another soldier headed toward them. She wasn’t aware of the heated words between them, nor of the knife that lashed into the heart of her finder or the words that he spoke, telling her to flee. She wasn’t even aware of the new pounding of footsteps. Only the newfound darkness as the pummel of his sword rammed into the side of her skull.Additional Information:
She woke to find herself hidden beneath something heavy and had wiggled herself free, last night nothing but a nightmare to her. Until she saw the object of which she had currently been beneath. She screamed before collapsing to her knees, hands pressed over her ears as if to block out her own sound. Her wailing turned into sobs and finally into silent tears as she curled herself up into a ball in the corner. She stayed there for three days with the rotting corpses of her two brothers and the soldier who’d found them, and covered in the blood of that soldier. She would’ve died of starvation, had someone not found her – the knight who had saved her.
His compassion ended once he had her washed and dropped off in the neighboring country of Alpina at an inn. She learned the trade and stayed there for six years without once speaking a word as if she was a body without a soul. Once the innkeeper’s wife died, her husband sent her away, having never liked her since she scared away business. He’d only kept her because his wife had taken a fancy to her. She took the news with the usual blank stare and with a sigh, he’d sent her off with a small basket of food. She wandered for five days where her empty stomach and weak body forced her to the ground. She sought death that day, but the warm sounds of her now deceived family forced her back on her feet and as she struggled to do so, she was found by another lord. He wanted her only to train her to become his spy and assassin and she willingly took up the role for a pay of food and a roof over her head. She slept with the barn animals and still never spoke a word for those four years, but she learned the vital techniques he wanted her to almost to perfection. Which she later used to kill him and take his wares once he laid a hand to her one to many times for her liking. With a bruised body she packed what she wanted and stole off into the night, leaving the members of his castle to find his massacred form in the morning. She headed into the mountains were she grouped up with a set of bandits where she stayed for three years before being backstabbed and sold to a wanting lord of Gallica. It took her only two days to kill him, but unlike her previous master, she wasn’t able to steal away with his goods. So she went back to the trade of thievery where she was caught stealing the goods of a Galen Maverick eight months later. Her life changed once again as her next birthday came along and she was added to the ‘family.’
Posts she in after history leaves off:
Gallica: The Front: The Aslavian Army (open)
Gallica :: The Front :: Spying on Aslavia (Open)
Gallica :: Chateau Montsombre :: A message for Theresa (open)
Gallica :: Chateau Montsombre :: Termination (Open) *dies here*
Favors knives and never goes anywhere without three on her: two throwing, one a saxe.