Post by Everie Vicomt on Dec 12, 2012 17:18:13 GMT -5
Out of Character:
Name: Alika
Other characters: None Yet
In Character:
Name: Everie Vicomt
Aliases: The Duchess
Race: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Occupation/Class: Opportunist/Nanban
Orientation: Straight-ish
Physical Description:
Everie resembles nothing, in some respects, what you would expect from a woman out of Europe. Only her fair skin, blue eyes, and long brown hair set her among the rest of the fold. But once you look at the entire package, you see a woman clad in armor, ready to paint the black metal crimson. Her frame is average, standing at roughly one hundred forty-two centimeters and weighing in at fifty-eight kilograms.
Her armor of choice resembles that of a higher class knight, a light brigandine for a females usage. Extra plates on her gauntlets allow for serrated edges to protrude out, giving the defensive shell its own offensive capabilities. At her waist is a half metal, half fabric waist coat that aids in protecting what portions of her thighs remain unguarded. Below she wears plated boots that go up just above the knee and offer protection to her entire foot and most of the front of her legs.
When not dressed to impress, Everie rarely wears anything besides a dark green dress with a gold trim. The dress is relatively tight around the waist and chest and continues straight down to her ankles.
Full view
Personality Description:
Prior to the journey Eastward, Everie was a very content and docile woman. Though raised in a household where she was expected to be able to fend for herself, rarely did she provoke others. Instead she would keep her lips pursed tight and continue on with her day.
Due to events that caused her trip to lands unknown, the years of built up hostile desires have surfaced. Evil isn't quite the correct way to label her actions and methods, but they skirt the line from time to time, especially by the standards of her new hosts. Coming across as the ruthless woman she has become has gained her standings as a reliable hand for hire for many of the lesser lords. While limits are not something accounted for in actions, her tongue is still held rather tight.
When words are spoken her tone remains soft and dull. To her, if she has to raise her voice then you are already a lost cause and is much more likely to whisper her ill words rather than let the entire world know your life is subject to an end. For her employers, respect is held where it is required, seeing them for just what they are. Equally brutal entities looking to use whatever tools available to meet their needs. And she is a wonderful tool.
Likes/Dislikes:
[L] - Fresh strawberries
[L] - River baths
[L] - Kicking chickens
[D] - Mushrooms
[D] - Bards
[D] - Ninjas
History:
To say such a child was brought up in a harsh environment would be the standard and logical conclusion for anyone who had the pleasantries of bumping into Everie upon leaving Prague. She was however cared for as well as any others, be they male or female. This also meant her parents expected her to know how to fight in the event her brothers were ever all away. Taking up sparring with her two older brothers came with a lack luster approach at first, but soon began to glisten in her eyes.
Never truly able to join the ranks of any outfit, she was given second thought on few occasions to give her some form of armed duty. When she sought to prove herself worthy of doing more than guard duty, only those who didn't know better scoffed. One of the captains at the time decided why not let her pick her opponent. The bout would be to first blood, not to the death, since they could not spare a scout, nor would her parents settle for their only daughter slain in a grudge match.
Though she did not emerge victorious everyone had seen more than enough to give her due respect and allow her to train up to a status where she could be of use. Finally, she was selected to become a scout for an upcoming campaign. News reached her house hold who in turn sent back news of their own. It seemed her parents had finally been approached by someone who was willing to try and make her simmer down and become a wife. The only words she could send back would be that it would have to wait. Despite the man's expectations, her father roared with laughter and explained to the man that he would do exactly that. Wait.
A year later she returned to Prague, clad in armor and surrounded by men who were all more than pleased with each other. Upon arriving home, her father informed her of where she could find the man who was asking for her hand. Hearing the name didn't bring any recognition to her ears. Still, it had to be someone, for she was not a no one.
The man quickly explained his situation and choosing behind Everie. To him, if a woman could grow up defending herself and reach a point where she was an acknowledged by men in the town as equal with steel, then that was truly the pinnacle of his desires. Flattery had never been her strong point, but Everie could tell he was well beyond the point of simple luster. He was truly absorbed in her prowess with a blade. In her mind, it only made sense to give herself to such a man. For the next two years she would wave good bye as they marched out to various locations. To most, it was quite entertaining to see the man's wife be off to fight instead of him.
By the third year however, things had begun to change. No longer was he desiring the strong and independent woman she was always raised to be. His mind was longing for a frail and docile creature who he could keep at home and protect. Those words came just moments after returning from the field and robbed her of all the pride she had been feeling during the trip home. There was no opportunity given to protest. Soon he had disappeared without anything further, leaving her standing, stuck almost.
As word reached her father he was just as perplexed as his daughter had been. Here all this time things had been the best they could be. Now this sudden change of heart, especially with all the success she had made for herself on the battlefield. Seeing the woman she had become, her father knew he couldn't keep her away from that. Knowing she would never view herself the same way in their lands, he sent her off to go find any other corner of the globe where she could be of use with steel. A final parting gift was the anniversary present he had intended to give her later, a blade forged in Damascus. Accompanied by her new found companion Argoliquich, her path took her out to the Mediterranean where her new voyage would start.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Skilled in both long range and melee combat. Prefers melee to long range.
Tactfully sound individual gives her multiple options, be it a large scale battle or single target endeavor.
[W] Working on her own leaves areas open for attack.
[W] Very quick to react physically to anything perceived as threatening or demeaning.
Weapons/Armor:
By some fashion, all of Everie's weapons have been "bestowed" upon her from someone in her past. Starting with Argoliquich, she then "found" Reiterpallasch on her move across the Mediterranean, then "stumbled" upon Calcifer shortly before departing the Middle East.
Calcifer
Reiterpallasch
Argoliquich
Magic:
None
Other:
Alcohol (typically wine) has interesting effects on her demeanor.
RP Sample:
Finally the stale Prague air no longer tainted Everie's lungs as she gulped down the misting breeze while sitting on the pier. She had meant to leave shortly after arriving in town, but getting away from the daily void filled life back home called for a break. The chaos elsewhere in the world could wait a few days. So far, the interruption had proved very worth while.
Now she sat, legs swinging over the water, staring at her own reflection. The past hour had been spent making faces at herself. Had she not been previously escorted out of the near by tavern the actions would have seemed strange, even to herself. But now she sat with childish delight, finding any form of entertainment she could provide for herself far more amusing than usual. Once no more faces could be thought up, the shouting came.
"And I won't have a single person say I can't. Or won't. Or shouldn't," a brief pause was made in her statement to allow for more sea breeze to be gulped down. "And if they do...what were they trying to keep me from doing again?, she wondered, voice lowering a few decibels as she pondered where she was going with her train of thought. Several more random outbursts were conducted before her eyes called it quits. Lucky for her, her brain was smart enough to consider swinging her legs back up on the pier before passing out.
"Hey! Miss! You're in the way!," a voice pounded in her ear before rolling her over with a foot. Apparently she had sprawled herself out across the length of the planks and was in no mood to move herself. "Oh hell you're gonna make me late!, it boomed again. Finally Everie stirred from her position.
"Go around me can't you see I've claimed this piece of land for me?!," she countered, hoping the claim would keep her tucked away comfortably.
"Land? Yours? Woman you're on chunks of wood. Now roll on out of my way if you won't get up I've got a ship to board," he commanded, clearly in no mood for implications of ownership.
Before opening her trap again, things clicked within her brain just long enough to form an educated presumption. "You're leaving this place?"
"Are you immobile and deaf woman?" he questioned, unsure of just how much of an obstacle she would become.
"If you're leaving...I'll only move...if you take me with you," she demanded.
"Crazy bat you don't even know where I'm going!
To an extent, he had a point. But not one good enough to retract her statement. "Does it look like I'm in any position to care," she inquired, finally beginning to come about her surroundings. "Be a gent and help me up so we can both be on our way," she added, knowing she was in no physical state to pick herself up.
Not wanting to delay himself any longer, the man grunted then finally began to help her to her feet. Soon she was scurried along onto the deck where she could continue whatever duration of slumber required. When Everie finally awoke, there was nothing to see but open ocean in every direction.
Name: Alika
Other characters: None Yet
In Character:
Name: Everie Vicomt
Aliases: The Duchess
Race: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Occupation/Class: Opportunist/Nanban
Orientation: Straight-ish
Physical Description:
Everie resembles nothing, in some respects, what you would expect from a woman out of Europe. Only her fair skin, blue eyes, and long brown hair set her among the rest of the fold. But once you look at the entire package, you see a woman clad in armor, ready to paint the black metal crimson. Her frame is average, standing at roughly one hundred forty-two centimeters and weighing in at fifty-eight kilograms.
Her armor of choice resembles that of a higher class knight, a light brigandine for a females usage. Extra plates on her gauntlets allow for serrated edges to protrude out, giving the defensive shell its own offensive capabilities. At her waist is a half metal, half fabric waist coat that aids in protecting what portions of her thighs remain unguarded. Below she wears plated boots that go up just above the knee and offer protection to her entire foot and most of the front of her legs.
When not dressed to impress, Everie rarely wears anything besides a dark green dress with a gold trim. The dress is relatively tight around the waist and chest and continues straight down to her ankles.
Full view
Personality Description:
Prior to the journey Eastward, Everie was a very content and docile woman. Though raised in a household where she was expected to be able to fend for herself, rarely did she provoke others. Instead she would keep her lips pursed tight and continue on with her day.
Due to events that caused her trip to lands unknown, the years of built up hostile desires have surfaced. Evil isn't quite the correct way to label her actions and methods, but they skirt the line from time to time, especially by the standards of her new hosts. Coming across as the ruthless woman she has become has gained her standings as a reliable hand for hire for many of the lesser lords. While limits are not something accounted for in actions, her tongue is still held rather tight.
When words are spoken her tone remains soft and dull. To her, if she has to raise her voice then you are already a lost cause and is much more likely to whisper her ill words rather than let the entire world know your life is subject to an end. For her employers, respect is held where it is required, seeing them for just what they are. Equally brutal entities looking to use whatever tools available to meet their needs. And she is a wonderful tool.
Likes/Dislikes:
[L] - Fresh strawberries
[L] - River baths
[L] - Kicking chickens
[D] - Mushrooms
[D] - Bards
[D] - Ninjas
History:
To say such a child was brought up in a harsh environment would be the standard and logical conclusion for anyone who had the pleasantries of bumping into Everie upon leaving Prague. She was however cared for as well as any others, be they male or female. This also meant her parents expected her to know how to fight in the event her brothers were ever all away. Taking up sparring with her two older brothers came with a lack luster approach at first, but soon began to glisten in her eyes.
Never truly able to join the ranks of any outfit, she was given second thought on few occasions to give her some form of armed duty. When she sought to prove herself worthy of doing more than guard duty, only those who didn't know better scoffed. One of the captains at the time decided why not let her pick her opponent. The bout would be to first blood, not to the death, since they could not spare a scout, nor would her parents settle for their only daughter slain in a grudge match.
Though she did not emerge victorious everyone had seen more than enough to give her due respect and allow her to train up to a status where she could be of use. Finally, she was selected to become a scout for an upcoming campaign. News reached her house hold who in turn sent back news of their own. It seemed her parents had finally been approached by someone who was willing to try and make her simmer down and become a wife. The only words she could send back would be that it would have to wait. Despite the man's expectations, her father roared with laughter and explained to the man that he would do exactly that. Wait.
A year later she returned to Prague, clad in armor and surrounded by men who were all more than pleased with each other. Upon arriving home, her father informed her of where she could find the man who was asking for her hand. Hearing the name didn't bring any recognition to her ears. Still, it had to be someone, for she was not a no one.
The man quickly explained his situation and choosing behind Everie. To him, if a woman could grow up defending herself and reach a point where she was an acknowledged by men in the town as equal with steel, then that was truly the pinnacle of his desires. Flattery had never been her strong point, but Everie could tell he was well beyond the point of simple luster. He was truly absorbed in her prowess with a blade. In her mind, it only made sense to give herself to such a man. For the next two years she would wave good bye as they marched out to various locations. To most, it was quite entertaining to see the man's wife be off to fight instead of him.
By the third year however, things had begun to change. No longer was he desiring the strong and independent woman she was always raised to be. His mind was longing for a frail and docile creature who he could keep at home and protect. Those words came just moments after returning from the field and robbed her of all the pride she had been feeling during the trip home. There was no opportunity given to protest. Soon he had disappeared without anything further, leaving her standing, stuck almost.
As word reached her father he was just as perplexed as his daughter had been. Here all this time things had been the best they could be. Now this sudden change of heart, especially with all the success she had made for herself on the battlefield. Seeing the woman she had become, her father knew he couldn't keep her away from that. Knowing she would never view herself the same way in their lands, he sent her off to go find any other corner of the globe where she could be of use with steel. A final parting gift was the anniversary present he had intended to give her later, a blade forged in Damascus. Accompanied by her new found companion Argoliquich, her path took her out to the Mediterranean where her new voyage would start.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
[W] Working on her own leaves areas open for attack.
[W] Very quick to react physically to anything perceived as threatening or demeaning.
Weapons/Armor:
By some fashion, all of Everie's weapons have been "bestowed" upon her from someone in her past. Starting with Argoliquich, she then "found" Reiterpallasch on her move across the Mediterranean, then "stumbled" upon Calcifer shortly before departing the Middle East.
Calcifer
Reiterpallasch
Argoliquich
Magic:
None
Other:
Alcohol (typically wine) has interesting effects on her demeanor.
RP Sample:
Finally the stale Prague air no longer tainted Everie's lungs as she gulped down the misting breeze while sitting on the pier. She had meant to leave shortly after arriving in town, but getting away from the daily void filled life back home called for a break. The chaos elsewhere in the world could wait a few days. So far, the interruption had proved very worth while.
Now she sat, legs swinging over the water, staring at her own reflection. The past hour had been spent making faces at herself. Had she not been previously escorted out of the near by tavern the actions would have seemed strange, even to herself. But now she sat with childish delight, finding any form of entertainment she could provide for herself far more amusing than usual. Once no more faces could be thought up, the shouting came.
"And I won't have a single person say I can't. Or won't. Or shouldn't," a brief pause was made in her statement to allow for more sea breeze to be gulped down. "And if they do...what were they trying to keep me from doing again?, she wondered, voice lowering a few decibels as she pondered where she was going with her train of thought. Several more random outbursts were conducted before her eyes called it quits. Lucky for her, her brain was smart enough to consider swinging her legs back up on the pier before passing out.
"Hey! Miss! You're in the way!," a voice pounded in her ear before rolling her over with a foot. Apparently she had sprawled herself out across the length of the planks and was in no mood to move herself. "Oh hell you're gonna make me late!, it boomed again. Finally Everie stirred from her position.
"Go around me can't you see I've claimed this piece of land for me?!," she countered, hoping the claim would keep her tucked away comfortably.
"Land? Yours? Woman you're on chunks of wood. Now roll on out of my way if you won't get up I've got a ship to board," he commanded, clearly in no mood for implications of ownership.
Before opening her trap again, things clicked within her brain just long enough to form an educated presumption. "You're leaving this place?"
"Are you immobile and deaf woman?" he questioned, unsure of just how much of an obstacle she would become.
"If you're leaving...I'll only move...if you take me with you," she demanded.
"Crazy bat you don't even know where I'm going!
To an extent, he had a point. But not one good enough to retract her statement. "Does it look like I'm in any position to care," she inquired, finally beginning to come about her surroundings. "Be a gent and help me up so we can both be on our way," she added, knowing she was in no physical state to pick herself up.
Not wanting to delay himself any longer, the man grunted then finally began to help her to her feet. Soon she was scurried along onto the deck where she could continue whatever duration of slumber required. When Everie finally awoke, there was nothing to see but open ocean in every direction.
