Post by Regan on Jan 22, 2008 9:09:28 GMT 10
Regan
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Allegiance:
Drifters
Race:
Fallen Angel
Class:
Assasin
Weapons of Choice:
A pair of long daggers, she named them Xandra and Orin after her parents.
Pet:n/a
Inn:n/a
Ship:n/a
Wings:n/a
Appearance:
She has strange shoulder-lenghth hair that appears as a light lavender at night and is darker during the day. Her eyes are grey with a darker ring around the outside of the iris. Her skin has a normal healthy glow to it and her lips are a light pink. She is 4'2" and she weights 95 pounds. Her clothes are made from thick dark violet cloth and black pieces of harder leather, amd she wears a black leather belt in which she carries her two daggers. She wears a thick black cloak during the day.
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Personality:
Money is number one on her list. She'll do anything for easy money, wether it be stealing or killing for it. She wouldn't show it by jumping off the edge of a cliff after a bag of it, screaming "NOOOOOO!", but she might curse under her breath and maybe kill someone if it was a lot of money. She doesn't kill people without reason, but if you bother her too much, she'll maim you. She acts like she's better than everyone else and treats those below her like dung. If someone young and rash wants to fight her, she'd say that she didn't want to "waste my time fighting pathetic weak dirt like you." If they keep pressing her, she'll kill them.
Role-Play Sample:
On the roof of a towering rich man's house, sat Regan. She was studying the scene below her, paticularly a nobleman, her new target, who was in the middle of the crowded town square. She examined the man, sizing him up carefuly. Finally she opened her bags and pulled out her only suplies, a wooden box, and a slim vial filled with sticky, black liquid. She opened the box and took out the main tool for this job, a long, light dagger with a silver handle that was wrapped in purple-colored velvet. It had been provided by the woman who hired her.
The woman, Takio was her name, had made the knife herself, she was a blacksmith's daughter. A noble, Regan's target, had come into her smithy, trying to by it. He picked up the knife and offered an incredibly low price for it. Regan refused to sell it for that price. the noble smiled and held it out to her. She reatched out and grabbed the blade, and the man pulled it back, leaving a long deep cut on her palm. He then dropped the dagger and left. Takio still had that cut, even though that was 10 years ago. Her father had died and she had taken on an apprentice who made weapons for her to sell. She had been saving up until she had finally had enough to hire an assasin.
Regan picked up the vile and opened it. She let a drop of the liquid fall onto the blade of the dagger. She closed the small container of poison and packed up everything except the dagger, she would have to be ready to move when she was done. She moved to the edge of the roof, eyes fixed on her target. She held the dagger by the tip of the blade and aimed. Then she threw it. It burried itself hilt deep in the man's chest. Confusion and fear flooded through the crowd as the man fell dead onto the street. She jumped off the building and into a side street behind it. She ran forward and melted into the crowd.
Password: A storm is coming.
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Allegiance:
Drifters
Race:
Fallen Angel
Class:
Assasin
Weapons of Choice:
A pair of long daggers, she named them Xandra and Orin after her parents.
Pet:n/a
Inn:n/a
Ship:n/a
Wings:n/a
Appearance:
She has strange shoulder-lenghth hair that appears as a light lavender at night and is darker during the day. Her eyes are grey with a darker ring around the outside of the iris. Her skin has a normal healthy glow to it and her lips are a light pink. She is 4'2" and she weights 95 pounds. Her clothes are made from thick dark violet cloth and black pieces of harder leather, amd she wears a black leather belt in which she carries her two daggers. She wears a thick black cloak during the day.
Image 1 Image 2
Personality:
Money is number one on her list. She'll do anything for easy money, wether it be stealing or killing for it. She wouldn't show it by jumping off the edge of a cliff after a bag of it, screaming "NOOOOOO!", but she might curse under her breath and maybe kill someone if it was a lot of money. She doesn't kill people without reason, but if you bother her too much, she'll maim you. She acts like she's better than everyone else and treats those below her like dung. If someone young and rash wants to fight her, she'd say that she didn't want to "waste my time fighting pathetic weak dirt like you." If they keep pressing her, she'll kill them.
Role-Play Sample:
On the roof of a towering rich man's house, sat Regan. She was studying the scene below her, paticularly a nobleman, her new target, who was in the middle of the crowded town square. She examined the man, sizing him up carefuly. Finally she opened her bags and pulled out her only suplies, a wooden box, and a slim vial filled with sticky, black liquid. She opened the box and took out the main tool for this job, a long, light dagger with a silver handle that was wrapped in purple-colored velvet. It had been provided by the woman who hired her.
The woman, Takio was her name, had made the knife herself, she was a blacksmith's daughter. A noble, Regan's target, had come into her smithy, trying to by it. He picked up the knife and offered an incredibly low price for it. Regan refused to sell it for that price. the noble smiled and held it out to her. She reatched out and grabbed the blade, and the man pulled it back, leaving a long deep cut on her palm. He then dropped the dagger and left. Takio still had that cut, even though that was 10 years ago. Her father had died and she had taken on an apprentice who made weapons for her to sell. She had been saving up until she had finally had enough to hire an assasin.
Regan picked up the vile and opened it. She let a drop of the liquid fall onto the blade of the dagger. She closed the small container of poison and packed up everything except the dagger, she would have to be ready to move when she was done. She moved to the edge of the roof, eyes fixed on her target. She held the dagger by the tip of the blade and aimed. Then she threw it. It burried itself hilt deep in the man's chest. Confusion and fear flooded through the crowd as the man fell dead onto the street. She jumped off the building and into a side street behind it. She ran forward and melted into the crowd.
Password: A storm is coming.
