Post by Kite on Nov 28, 2009 2:13:55 GMT -5
Name:
Selene Myth
Age:
21
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Selene is a 5'8" tall, 140 pound heavy woman. She has a light green eye color and darker green short hair. In the front, the hair reaches just below her collar bone and in the back just below her shoulder blades. She has a couple tattoos on her face, a long, thin triangle that start at a place just below the temples on her head and end at a point just off her nose, below the inner sides of her eyes on both sides. She wears the top half of a suit of leaf mail, a very light but extremely strong variation of scale mail, over a black, full length dress. The dress slips under the scale mail and is form fitting, if you see her without the mail. It has sleeves down to her elbows which show, then end in slightly spiked gauntlets. The entire suit of leaf mail is a black color. The bottom of the dress has a slit down the right leg so she can move very easily, and she has knee high black boots with straps all the way down from the top of the boots to the top of the ankle. She carries with her a traditional Longsword which she is very skilled in using that has a black streak all the way down the middle of it, from the hilt to tip. She keeps a sheath for it on her hip that is made of black and strapped to the straps of the leaf mail.
Personality:
Selene is a generally a mellow woman. She has the same color in her hair and the tattoos on her face to resemble her brother. She enjoys reading when she is not trying to impress her brother, Don Myth, or their family friends, Ava and Daran Vorandeer. She has an ambition to be the soldier that they all have become, the battle-hardened but still high-spirited and humorous butchers that they are. She is well on her way, and is a Sergeant in the 3rd Strike Company, "Death Dealers", the Imperial company commanded by her older brother. When off duty, or on leave, she enjoys heading into town to taverns and clubs and partying. She drinks and flirts heavily, but has tastes for romance and lust that heavily lean towards the female persuasion. She is as talented and powerful a spellcaster as a brother, which is saying something, and slightly more open to using it. She was and is being tutored by Ava and is going to learn the art of changing the body with magic next chance she can. She gets bloodthursty and chases women, just like her brother, but generally controls this unless on leave.
History:
Selene was born in Tierm, his parents named Estua and Zim. They were very profitable traders and, while most of the estate went to Don, she has and still is a very well-off gal. She was born 3 years after Don, and followed him around like a puppy when they were young. She was taught in school, although Zim and Estua had to pay a LOT to get her in, and learned swordplay and boxing through Don. She followed him when he went with his buddies and, while they were at first weirded out by that, they came to accept her either through trial by fight or some other deed. They became quite the pair. She fought with him, drank with him, stole with him, chased women with him, and dyed her hair and got the tattoos with him. She got her dress dyed as well, though to less obvious colors. When he joined up at 16, she was left alone at the Manor in Tierm for two years, and got quite a reputation as a thug and all around rough character. She recieved frequent letters from Don, and sent back just as many. She loved her brother deeply, and when she joined once she hit 17, she finished boot camp and went straight into Strike Battalion. She and her brother, who was an officer at this point, once again worked together closely and rose quickly. Once he got his own company, the 3rd, he transfered her to the 3rd and promoted her to Sergeant, where she has been comfortably improving and training with her squad for the last two years when not out on a mission. She survived the battle of the Burning Plains with only minor wounds, though lost part of her squad in the fray. She has been training her new recruits quickly, and takes every opportunity to teach a new skill or subject, or pound in an old one. She is currently being considered for OCS, though it is doubtful she will make it at this time.
Roleplaying example:
(( From my first character's prof, originally from The Galactic War: woswwar.proboards.com ))
*Daran strides confidently into the first few trees of the Bare Forest, friends and his rival Serj behind him. He feels fairly confident that he can do the challenge or surviving on his own for two days, no matter the legends. He has a small pack on his back, containing rations for two days, a firestarter, and first-aid kit with bacta patches. He has fairly durable, simple hiking clothes on, and a hat. He starts the hike through the forest as the sight at the edge of the forest fades, and moves for a few miles. After an hour or two of hiking, he spots someone running among the trees. His mind works quickly, and Daran sees a couple more running around him. He stops and slides into an unarmed fighting stance, and yells* Come out now!
*At his yell, he hears no response except that of grunts, and heavy breathing. He looks warily at where the sound is originating, and realizes the stories about the corpses being reanimated by parasites were real. He gets a jolt of panic, but clears that out of his mind as the adreniline starts pumping. A couple of the "zombies" come out of the trees, running at him and snarling. Daran lets them approach, then steps to his right quickly and snaps a kick into the "zombie" on the right. It propels the "zombie" into the next to it and knocks them down, tangling them up together. Daran sees his chance and bolts, trying to get away from the two that were just rushing him. Daran hears more snarling, now all around him, and shakes inside, overwhelmed by the sheer amount that he hears. He runs on, trying to get away from the living dead around him, and reachs a clearing, scampering up the closest tree to it, so he can jump off and run if he needs to, and hunkers down, thinking "This... is going... to be one hella long two days..."*
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Selene Myth
Age:
21
Race:
Human
Appearance:
Selene is a 5'8" tall, 140 pound heavy woman. She has a light green eye color and darker green short hair. In the front, the hair reaches just below her collar bone and in the back just below her shoulder blades. She has a couple tattoos on her face, a long, thin triangle that start at a place just below the temples on her head and end at a point just off her nose, below the inner sides of her eyes on both sides. She wears the top half of a suit of leaf mail, a very light but extremely strong variation of scale mail, over a black, full length dress. The dress slips under the scale mail and is form fitting, if you see her without the mail. It has sleeves down to her elbows which show, then end in slightly spiked gauntlets. The entire suit of leaf mail is a black color. The bottom of the dress has a slit down the right leg so she can move very easily, and she has knee high black boots with straps all the way down from the top of the boots to the top of the ankle. She carries with her a traditional Longsword which she is very skilled in using that has a black streak all the way down the middle of it, from the hilt to tip. She keeps a sheath for it on her hip that is made of black and strapped to the straps of the leaf mail.
Personality:
Selene is a generally a mellow woman. She has the same color in her hair and the tattoos on her face to resemble her brother. She enjoys reading when she is not trying to impress her brother, Don Myth, or their family friends, Ava and Daran Vorandeer. She has an ambition to be the soldier that they all have become, the battle-hardened but still high-spirited and humorous butchers that they are. She is well on her way, and is a Sergeant in the 3rd Strike Company, "Death Dealers", the Imperial company commanded by her older brother. When off duty, or on leave, she enjoys heading into town to taverns and clubs and partying. She drinks and flirts heavily, but has tastes for romance and lust that heavily lean towards the female persuasion. She is as talented and powerful a spellcaster as a brother, which is saying something, and slightly more open to using it. She was and is being tutored by Ava and is going to learn the art of changing the body with magic next chance she can. She gets bloodthursty and chases women, just like her brother, but generally controls this unless on leave.
History:
Selene was born in Tierm, his parents named Estua and Zim. They were very profitable traders and, while most of the estate went to Don, she has and still is a very well-off gal. She was born 3 years after Don, and followed him around like a puppy when they were young. She was taught in school, although Zim and Estua had to pay a LOT to get her in, and learned swordplay and boxing through Don. She followed him when he went with his buddies and, while they were at first weirded out by that, they came to accept her either through trial by fight or some other deed. They became quite the pair. She fought with him, drank with him, stole with him, chased women with him, and dyed her hair and got the tattoos with him. She got her dress dyed as well, though to less obvious colors. When he joined up at 16, she was left alone at the Manor in Tierm for two years, and got quite a reputation as a thug and all around rough character. She recieved frequent letters from Don, and sent back just as many. She loved her brother deeply, and when she joined once she hit 17, she finished boot camp and went straight into Strike Battalion. She and her brother, who was an officer at this point, once again worked together closely and rose quickly. Once he got his own company, the 3rd, he transfered her to the 3rd and promoted her to Sergeant, where she has been comfortably improving and training with her squad for the last two years when not out on a mission. She survived the battle of the Burning Plains with only minor wounds, though lost part of her squad in the fray. She has been training her new recruits quickly, and takes every opportunity to teach a new skill or subject, or pound in an old one. She is currently being considered for OCS, though it is doubtful she will make it at this time.
Roleplaying example:
(( From my first character's prof, originally from The Galactic War: woswwar.proboards.com ))
*Daran strides confidently into the first few trees of the Bare Forest, friends and his rival Serj behind him. He feels fairly confident that he can do the challenge or surviving on his own for two days, no matter the legends. He has a small pack on his back, containing rations for two days, a firestarter, and first-aid kit with bacta patches. He has fairly durable, simple hiking clothes on, and a hat. He starts the hike through the forest as the sight at the edge of the forest fades, and moves for a few miles. After an hour or two of hiking, he spots someone running among the trees. His mind works quickly, and Daran sees a couple more running around him. He stops and slides into an unarmed fighting stance, and yells* Come out now!
*At his yell, he hears no response except that of grunts, and heavy breathing. He looks warily at where the sound is originating, and realizes the stories about the corpses being reanimated by parasites were real. He gets a jolt of panic, but clears that out of his mind as the adreniline starts pumping. A couple of the "zombies" come out of the trees, running at him and snarling. Daran lets them approach, then steps to his right quickly and snaps a kick into the "zombie" on the right. It propels the "zombie" into the next to it and knocks them down, tangling them up together. Daran sees his chance and bolts, trying to get away from the two that were just rushing him. Daran hears more snarling, now all around him, and shakes inside, overwhelmed by the sheer amount that he hears. He runs on, trying to get away from the living dead around him, and reachs a clearing, scampering up the closest tree to it, so he can jump off and run if he needs to, and hunkers down, thinking "This... is going... to be one hella long two days..."*
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