Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2016 11:09:15 GMT -5
Your username: Jaxrond
Character's name: Larken
Character's age: 16
Character's attitude:
Larken has a usually cheerful demeanor, marked by the way she seems naturally inclined to smile. Unless the situation requires seriousness or is dire, she prefers to keep the mood light. If she deems that the attitude in a room is turning unduly serious, she will be the one to make a comment or crack a joke to turn it around. She is also an incorrigible prankster and takes great joy in playing tricks on others. She has matured somewhat since childhood, when she was less controllable in her serial pranking, but, she remains a trickster. Larken is also not above using her womanly wiles to achieve her goal, whatever that may be. She’s been known in the past to flirt her way past her father’s newly recruited men in order to sneak about without his knowledge. That said, she is not a loose woman, and has never had a romantic partner in the past due to her rather high standards.
She is fiercely proud of her skill with a bow and dedicates a good amount of time to maintaining that skill. Despite her lightness of personality, she is very serious about her practice with in the art of combat. However, despite her pride in her combat skills, she is also a naturally proficient diplomat. Pranking aside, she knows how to navigate a social situation and does so with ease due to her natural charisma. She can be cunning and is very observant. Though she may seem willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt, her upbringing and knowledge of politics and social circulation ensures that she is not taken in by pretty words or false friendship.
Character's Race: Ismalian Human
Character's appearance:
Larken is rather small and slender, suited more for speed rather than strength. Her hair color rests on the line between dark blonde and light brown and her eyes are green. She prefers to wear blouses and trousers, or the uniform she’s taken to wearing while training, but, she will wear dresses when the situation calls for it. Her archery uniform includes trousers, light boots, and a hooded half-sleeve shirt. Over this she wears a light breastplate and bracers.
Character's allegiance: Ismalian
Weapons:
Larken is foremost a sniper. Her abilities are focused around making accurate shots from very long distances. She is also capable of short range bow combat, but it is in making the seemingly impossible shot that she excels. Larken’s secondary weapons are a pair of small blades to be used in close combat. She utilizes them along with her natural speed and nimbleness, darting in to make a blow and then escaping out of range. These knives are her last resort, as she is not nearly as able with them as she is with the bow.
History:
Larken was born to a lesser noble family in Kal’stein, one so far down the line of succession that she was mostly freed from the entangling web of political agendas. Her mother died during the delivery process, leaving her father, an up and coming officer in the Ismalian military, to raise her. He did so as effectively as possible, with the aid of her grandparents. While he did his best to ensure she was a proper lady, suitable of her family rank. However, he was a military man, and that meant that he could not in good conscious leave her untrained. Her lessons began at a young age and, while he was a loving father, her sire was a strict teacher. When she was six, he set her on the path to becoming the warrior she is now.
Meanwhile, Larken’s grandmothers collaborated to teach her the ways of a lady. She grew up in a dual role, noble lady and fearsome archer. She has always been more interested in military affairs and combat than political intrigue and stayed away from the latter as much as possible. Because she is so distantly related to the Queen Mother’s family, she has never met any of them. However, that has never stopped her closer and more ambitious relatives from visiting her in attempts to find some way to use her to achieve their goals. Larken has never had any issue in making these visits as uncomfortable as possible for the unwanted parties and thoroughly enjoys their scandalized expressions when she bluntly asks them to leave after allowing them to sit awkwardly for some time. This has caused her to make a few enemies, but, she rarely worries about them.
Recently, her father was granted a commission as an officer that required they move to the capital. Though Larken loathes to leave her hometown, especially since moving to the capital puts her in the line of sight of more unwanted relatives, she is also excited to see what this move will bring.
RP Sample:
Larken glanced out the window of the carriage as the driver called back that they were nearing the capital. It jounced slightly, trundling along down the main road. As she could not yet see the city, she returned her eyes to the bow in her lap, plucking lightly at the string as she continued to check over the weapon to ensure that it was in as fit a state as possible. She was alone in the coach, dressed up with no one to see her yet. Her father had gone on ahead the week before, leaving her to travel alone with their household. She missed his company but was used to getting along without him. After all, he was an officer, and, even in times of peace, that meant that he was often away from home.
With a small sigh, Larken put the bow aside. She knew that it was nearly perfect. After all, she maintained it well, and had spent much of the long carriage ride picking over it. The moving process had been such a long one. Her father had gone first, taking with him the a few servants and anything that was not needed for those remaining to live on until they too departed. Larken brought with her the rest of the servants, the few guards who served the family, and what belongings had yet to be transported. Their caravan was a long one, stretching up and down the road ahead of and behind Larken’s carriage. She would have much rather ridden on horseback, but, her guards wouldn’t hear of it. Her father had asked directly that she go by carriage, just to ensure that she was as safe as possible upon her arrival. It was an annoyance, but, she bore it. Larken relaxed back into the seat, mentally steeling herself for what this move would bring.
Only a few minutes later, she caught her first glimpse of Freia. The afternoon sun glinted off the tallest spires in iridescent beauty. She had visited the city a few times before, but, it never ceased to take her breath away. She smiled just slightly, taking it in as more of it came into view. For just a moment, she allowed herself to be lost in the wonder that she would be living in this place. Annoying, conniving relatives be damned, she would enjoy the aesthetics of her new home. She let her worries slip away, instead turning her thoughts to the nature of her new home and the house that her father had described. It was no large manor, but, they had never had such a thing. It was a stately home, larger than average and suitable to their small staff. It was comfortable, he said, perhaps even more so than their previous home.
Larken allowed her small smile to grow. There was no room for trepidation. This was an adventure.
