Post by Tris on Sept 12, 2010 15:58:15 GMT -5
Name: Dolwaen Annvis
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: Her face is very non-descript with an oval shape, blue eyes and long wavy brown hair. Her build, slightly more muscular then a female is normally but still very agile. Height 5’6 , she is most often seen wearing a broad brimmed brown leather hat and a red coat made from sturdy cloth that once was a fine wine red but now is faded by wind and rain to a dull rust color and very threadbare pare of tunic and pants . She carries a satchel and in it tinder box, sleeping bag, extra cloths and a small bag for food. As for her weapon’s she carries a short thin sword on her back and four small knives three of which are the same length and these she has hidden in various places , the other one is thick and short which she kept at her waist . No bow for she has an inability to hit any target with anything, though she tried and tried for years but has yet to hit anything but the ground. Her speech is the one thing about herself that she would change in an instant; she has a very hesitant way of speaking, not quite a stutter but it’s as if her mouth can’t keep up with her brain, because of this she talks only if it is totally necessary.
Personality: Dolwaen has a very easy going nature but because she does not talk very much and has a very grim facial expression that she wears most of the time, most people think other whys. People skills are NOT one of her strong points. Mostly her goal in live is to be left alone and to be sympathizer to neither side.
History: Dolwaen grow up in surda. Her father was a black smith and made beautiful short swords and daggers and though he was an artist at making them he was awful at handling them. Her mother on the other hand was a master at it, and that’s one reason she became an aide to the king of the Varden . Her mother wanted her to become an official to the king but with her talking so hesitant and when she was nerviest it became a stutter. When she showed promise in the art of sword fighting and hand to hand combat her parents put her in the training for it. One day when she was 19 a raid on the Varden toke place and all the man and women were called to fight but because of a perverse injury she could not fight. But when the fight was over her parents did not come back. Feeling disgusted with the Varden in its inability to protect her parents as they said so often they would, she left not caring where she went. Just grabbing the short sword and daggers her father gave her and the coat her mother gave her she left. But after the anger had died down she found herself in an unknown world with no blankets no cloths but the ones on her back and no food. Out of this came the need to steal or pick pocket for food and money. She hated herself for doing it but when there was no work she could do for anyone… as she got better and grow more experienced life got a bit easier but she found it hard to stay neutral in the war.
RP Example: Dolwaen Annvis stood watching her pray… she was a part time pick pocket and she watched a tall man talking to a merchant. She had picked him because he looked rich with his silk coat and pants and air of self importance. She looked around for the fifth time if any guard’s were anywhere in site and checked if her various escape routes were clear. She waited clenching her hands” Calm down, you’ve done this before and you’ve never been caught “but even as she thought it she looked around again. “I’ll never get used to this” she thought with a sigh. she started walking casually over to the man, pretended to trip and bumping into him stealthily dropped her hand in to his pocket.
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: Her face is very non-descript with an oval shape, blue eyes and long wavy brown hair. Her build, slightly more muscular then a female is normally but still very agile. Height 5’6 , she is most often seen wearing a broad brimmed brown leather hat and a red coat made from sturdy cloth that once was a fine wine red but now is faded by wind and rain to a dull rust color and very threadbare pare of tunic and pants . She carries a satchel and in it tinder box, sleeping bag, extra cloths and a small bag for food. As for her weapon’s she carries a short thin sword on her back and four small knives three of which are the same length and these she has hidden in various places , the other one is thick and short which she kept at her waist . No bow for she has an inability to hit any target with anything, though she tried and tried for years but has yet to hit anything but the ground. Her speech is the one thing about herself that she would change in an instant; she has a very hesitant way of speaking, not quite a stutter but it’s as if her mouth can’t keep up with her brain, because of this she talks only if it is totally necessary.
Personality: Dolwaen has a very easy going nature but because she does not talk very much and has a very grim facial expression that she wears most of the time, most people think other whys. People skills are NOT one of her strong points. Mostly her goal in live is to be left alone and to be sympathizer to neither side.
History: Dolwaen grow up in surda. Her father was a black smith and made beautiful short swords and daggers and though he was an artist at making them he was awful at handling them. Her mother on the other hand was a master at it, and that’s one reason she became an aide to the king of the Varden . Her mother wanted her to become an official to the king but with her talking so hesitant and when she was nerviest it became a stutter. When she showed promise in the art of sword fighting and hand to hand combat her parents put her in the training for it. One day when she was 19 a raid on the Varden toke place and all the man and women were called to fight but because of a perverse injury she could not fight. But when the fight was over her parents did not come back. Feeling disgusted with the Varden in its inability to protect her parents as they said so often they would, she left not caring where she went. Just grabbing the short sword and daggers her father gave her and the coat her mother gave her she left. But after the anger had died down she found herself in an unknown world with no blankets no cloths but the ones on her back and no food. Out of this came the need to steal or pick pocket for food and money. She hated herself for doing it but when there was no work she could do for anyone… as she got better and grow more experienced life got a bit easier but she found it hard to stay neutral in the war.
RP Example: Dolwaen Annvis stood watching her pray… she was a part time pick pocket and she watched a tall man talking to a merchant. She had picked him because he looked rich with his silk coat and pants and air of self importance. She looked around for the fifth time if any guard’s were anywhere in site and checked if her various escape routes were clear. She waited clenching her hands” Calm down, you’ve done this before and you’ve never been caught “but even as she thought it she looked around again. “I’ll never get used to this” she thought with a sigh. she started walking casually over to the man, pretended to trip and bumping into him stealthily dropped her hand in to his pocket.
