Post by Tismri on Apr 27, 2010 20:50:22 GMT -5
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Saenon
Character's age: 19
Character's attitude: Saenon is smart, haughty, strong, and cold. She's powerful and she knows it. She generally regards others with contempt. She has beauty and knows how to use it. She is the most merciless woman in the Black Hand, and hates the Varden with a passion. The only person she's ever truly loved was her brother. She's filled with grief and partly blames herself, believing she could have protected him better.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance: She's basically a female version of Daemon. She wears a tight, clingy black top and shorts, with boots that reach up to her thighs. She wears her hair in the same style as Daemon; its color is more of a strawberry blonde. The attractiveness of Daemon seems to be magnified a thousand times in her.
Character's allegiance: Empire; the Black Hand
Weapons: Like Daemon, Saenon can use just about any weapon placed in her hands. She can use magic to make illusions which distract her enemies and allow her to kill them. She can make some beautiful physical spells like her brother, but she doesn't hold near the mastery over it as he does.
Other Info: As you've probably guessed, Saenon is Daemon's twin sister. She's a master healer and is the one who saved Daemon's life when he was stabbed. She's spent the last four years believing he was dead.
History:
Saenon was born in Uru'baen the older twin sister of Daemon. The two of them have a very similar history. They studied under the same master and spent all their time together. Saenon felt a sort of responsibility for him and tried to watch out for him. Because of the nature of the Black Hand, it was impossible to keep him out of trouble. She managed to stay out of many of the fights that the other kids got in to, and she would heal Daemon as much as she was allowed after the fights. Their master didn't approve of her expending so much energy to fully heal him, so she got by with what she could.
When she was fifteen, Daemon had been sent on a mission to spy on the Varden. When they didn't return when they should have, Saenon and a few other Black Hand members went to search for them. They found one of the members dead and, much to Saenon's grief, concluded that the rest must have been captured and killed as well.
After that, she grew cold and angry. She hated the Varden for taking her brother away, believing they'd killed him. When she was sent on missions, she would kill her targets ruthlessly. This makes her an incredibly valuable asset to Galbatorix.
Role Play Sample:
Saenon roamed through the castle during the evening hours, having nothing else to do. She wanted to be sent on a mission, so she could kill more of those Varden idiots who killed her brother. That was all that mattered to her anymore.
As she thought of Daemon, she felt tears gather in her eyes. Four years and the pain still cut deep. She slammed her fist into the wall next to her.
I'm sorry, Daemon, she thought, sliding to the floor and feeling her heart breaking in pieces. I couldn't protect you, little brother...
Character's name: Saenon
Character's age: 19
Character's attitude: Saenon is smart, haughty, strong, and cold. She's powerful and she knows it. She generally regards others with contempt. She has beauty and knows how to use it. She is the most merciless woman in the Black Hand, and hates the Varden with a passion. The only person she's ever truly loved was her brother. She's filled with grief and partly blames herself, believing she could have protected him better.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance: She's basically a female version of Daemon. She wears a tight, clingy black top and shorts, with boots that reach up to her thighs. She wears her hair in the same style as Daemon; its color is more of a strawberry blonde. The attractiveness of Daemon seems to be magnified a thousand times in her.
Character's allegiance: Empire; the Black Hand
Weapons: Like Daemon, Saenon can use just about any weapon placed in her hands. She can use magic to make illusions which distract her enemies and allow her to kill them. She can make some beautiful physical spells like her brother, but she doesn't hold near the mastery over it as he does.
Other Info: As you've probably guessed, Saenon is Daemon's twin sister. She's a master healer and is the one who saved Daemon's life when he was stabbed. She's spent the last four years believing he was dead.
History:
Saenon was born in Uru'baen the older twin sister of Daemon. The two of them have a very similar history. They studied under the same master and spent all their time together. Saenon felt a sort of responsibility for him and tried to watch out for him. Because of the nature of the Black Hand, it was impossible to keep him out of trouble. She managed to stay out of many of the fights that the other kids got in to, and she would heal Daemon as much as she was allowed after the fights. Their master didn't approve of her expending so much energy to fully heal him, so she got by with what she could.
When she was fifteen, Daemon had been sent on a mission to spy on the Varden. When they didn't return when they should have, Saenon and a few other Black Hand members went to search for them. They found one of the members dead and, much to Saenon's grief, concluded that the rest must have been captured and killed as well.
After that, she grew cold and angry. She hated the Varden for taking her brother away, believing they'd killed him. When she was sent on missions, she would kill her targets ruthlessly. This makes her an incredibly valuable asset to Galbatorix.
Role Play Sample:
Saenon roamed through the castle during the evening hours, having nothing else to do. She wanted to be sent on a mission, so she could kill more of those Varden idiots who killed her brother. That was all that mattered to her anymore.
As she thought of Daemon, she felt tears gather in her eyes. Four years and the pain still cut deep. She slammed her fist into the wall next to her.
I'm sorry, Daemon, she thought, sliding to the floor and feeling her heart breaking in pieces. I couldn't protect you, little brother...
