Post by Arien on Dec 24, 2006 15:53:00 GMT -5
Name: Arien Tolkada
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: Thief/ Assassin
Appearance:
Navy 'dress' was cut short, just below her waist. Underneath, of course, were black leggings. A strip of lavender tinted silk was sewn to the dark navy dress. Greenish tinted hair was let down freely, reaching almost to her waist. Her eyes were almost the same shade of green, just a bit darker though. And, most unusual of all, was the tattoos on her shoulders. None knew where they came from, not even she. And their meaning is as of yet, unknown.
Weapons/armor: Arien carries two daggers tucked in their holders which lie on her thighs. And she also has somewhat of a scythe you could say. It was a long, black pole, with a curved blade at the top. She usually carried this on her back.
Personality: Sarcastic. Her temper was quick to flare. Usually, she spoke her mind and commented on everyone and everything.
History: Born in an alley, Arien was never the soft sort. Once born, her parents left her to her grandparents. They despised her, and showed it rather often. She had to work to earn food and clothes. Arien was never allowed to go out, for account of her unusual looks. One night, while Arien was upstairs cleaning, she heard someone enter. Not a knock on the door, but breaking it down. She ran into her Grandfather's room and grabbed his daggers. Arien raced downstairs. Only she was too late. Her grandparents bodies lay sprawled on the floor, decapitated. The murderer no where in sight. She knew someone would have heard what happened. So, she ran. She ran and ran and ran. Arien learned how to steal for food. And she became quiet an expert at it.
One day, she was confronted by a man. He convinced her that she should join him. They could steal together. Little did she know that he was an assassin. He taught her his ways, and she learned to kill. Murder. Thieve. No one ever expected her to be what she was. That is how she got away with most. After a few years, Arien started to see less and less of the man, until he disappeared all together. Though she kept at it. Thieving.
Other: Umm...nothing really :x
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Class: Thief/ Assassin
Appearance:
Navy 'dress' was cut short, just below her waist. Underneath, of course, were black leggings. A strip of lavender tinted silk was sewn to the dark navy dress. Greenish tinted hair was let down freely, reaching almost to her waist. Her eyes were almost the same shade of green, just a bit darker though. And, most unusual of all, was the tattoos on her shoulders. None knew where they came from, not even she. And their meaning is as of yet, unknown.
Weapons/armor: Arien carries two daggers tucked in their holders which lie on her thighs. And she also has somewhat of a scythe you could say. It was a long, black pole, with a curved blade at the top. She usually carried this on her back.
Personality: Sarcastic. Her temper was quick to flare. Usually, she spoke her mind and commented on everyone and everything.
History: Born in an alley, Arien was never the soft sort. Once born, her parents left her to her grandparents. They despised her, and showed it rather often. She had to work to earn food and clothes. Arien was never allowed to go out, for account of her unusual looks. One night, while Arien was upstairs cleaning, she heard someone enter. Not a knock on the door, but breaking it down. She ran into her Grandfather's room and grabbed his daggers. Arien raced downstairs. Only she was too late. Her grandparents bodies lay sprawled on the floor, decapitated. The murderer no where in sight. She knew someone would have heard what happened. So, she ran. She ran and ran and ran. Arien learned how to steal for food. And she became quiet an expert at it.
One day, she was confronted by a man. He convinced her that she should join him. They could steal together. Little did she know that he was an assassin. He taught her his ways, and she learned to kill. Murder. Thieve. No one ever expected her to be what she was. That is how she got away with most. After a few years, Arien started to see less and less of the man, until he disappeared all together. Though she kept at it. Thieving.
Other: Umm...nothing really :x
