Post by Doom on Jul 28, 2015 4:17:10 GMT
Name:
Dominique Bastion
Age:
20
Nationality:
Half Swadian, Half Glunmarian
Hair:
Red
Eyes:
Green
Facial Markings:
None
Skin Color:
White
Height:
5'6
Weight:
115 Lbs
Build:
Medium
Body Markings:
Scars and callouses all over her body from hard labor and various cuts.
Interests:
Swordplay, Knitting, Brewing, Farming, Adventuring
Dislikes:
Rule breakers, Drinking, Brawling
Strengths:
Trained Fighter, Knows both the battlefield and the home
Weaknesses:
Lack of education, Illiterate, Homebody
Skills:
Can cook, Knows how to fight with sword and mace, Can do hard labor
Fears:
Illness, Rats, Drowning
Profession:
Serf/Guardswoman
Backround/History:
Growing up in Glunmar, Dominique grew up with little formal education. During the summers she would join her family in the fields and in the winter she would knit with her mother and practice her swordsmanship with her father whenever she could. She grew to fear rats as every time she would check on the years harvest the rats among the grain would scurry at her, even biting her once when she was young. Her mother was also born and raised in Glunmar and taught her her duty as a serf to her lord and all the skills of cooking and knitting. Her Father was a warrior in a Swadian lords army who retired to Glunmar after suffering a grievous injury. He told Dominique about all the exotic lands he visited during his service while he trained her in the arts of war. He also taught her of what it means to be just and of terrible bandits who raided and killed entire villages during his service. Dominique would often listen to her father tell tales to her of brave comrade in arms and of the horrors of dysentery in the army. Once while Dominique was swimming with the local fisher boy her father told her of a tale of when one of the Swadian lords was so hot in his plate armor that he ran out to a lake, only to drown in his steel coffin. Dominique was suddenly scared of drowning and never swam with the fisher boy again, despite her father attempting to sooth her and remind her it was only a story. Throughout her life in the village many men from the surrounding farms tried to woe her to get her to marry them. Many were lazy and spent as much time brawling and drinking at the local tavern instead of working to her disgust. She refused all but one, a blacksmiths son named Jeffery. She was sweet on Jeffery and they made plans to marry, but before the date was set he fell ill after a cut from a work accident turned gangrene and he died shortly after. Dominique still feels the sorrow of his death in her heart but had no time to properly mourn as her life along with every other serfs was to work continuously for survival from the environment and from their lords.
When Dominique came of age she worked briefly as a cook before she gained recognition for her help in defending against outlaw attacks on her village. Her fascination of combat drove her to adopt a unlikely path for a woman of her status and time. Ditching her job as a cook and arming herself with her fathers old weapons she decided to live her life as she wished. Spending countless hours knitting, she was able to replace her common village guard leather with her re-outfitted fathers old mail armor, using the best pieces of both to create a new mail coat that would fit her smaller body. Now with a sword at her side and her fathers mail on herself she works as a guard for the village and for Zendar.
Equipment: Mail armor, Long hafted Mace, and Sword
Note, I made this bio after playing on the server for a extensive amount of time so some of my backstory is fudged events from the server (Outlaw attack = Battle of Glunmar, Cook job was working for Laras as a cook, ect.)
Death: After a few years on the guard Dominique ended up losing one too many battles. Taken with another female guard they were lead to a tree by the Haleheart clan to be strung up or enslaved. The Halehearts beat her and called her names, such as "fat pig" and other insulting remarks. They smashed her ribs and beat out many of her teeth. Right before being strung up, Dominique and the other guard were rescued by a group of mercenaries lead by the village elder, who fought off the Halehearts and rescued the two women. But the Halehearts did not forget their "little pig". After recovering from her wounds Dominique resumed her duties, only one day to fall into the clutches of the same Halehearts who had nearly killed her before. She was alone and outnumbered, and they were determined not to allow her to escape once more. Despite her determination and training the fight was short and brutal. After being beaten and knocked down she cursed the Halehearts to hell before the final swing of a culmination of many battles landed upon her, ending her short life in a nameless swamp outside of Zendar.
Dominique Bastion
Age:
20
Nationality:
Half Swadian, Half Glunmarian
Hair:
Red
Eyes:
Green
Facial Markings:
None
Skin Color:
White
Height:
5'6
Weight:
115 Lbs
Build:
Medium
Body Markings:
Scars and callouses all over her body from hard labor and various cuts.
Interests:
Swordplay, Knitting, Brewing, Farming, Adventuring
Dislikes:
Rule breakers, Drinking, Brawling
Strengths:
Trained Fighter, Knows both the battlefield and the home
Weaknesses:
Lack of education, Illiterate, Homebody
Skills:
Can cook, Knows how to fight with sword and mace, Can do hard labor
Fears:
Illness, Rats, Drowning
Profession:
Serf/Guardswoman
Backround/History:
Growing up in Glunmar, Dominique grew up with little formal education. During the summers she would join her family in the fields and in the winter she would knit with her mother and practice her swordsmanship with her father whenever she could. She grew to fear rats as every time she would check on the years harvest the rats among the grain would scurry at her, even biting her once when she was young. Her mother was also born and raised in Glunmar and taught her her duty as a serf to her lord and all the skills of cooking and knitting. Her Father was a warrior in a Swadian lords army who retired to Glunmar after suffering a grievous injury. He told Dominique about all the exotic lands he visited during his service while he trained her in the arts of war. He also taught her of what it means to be just and of terrible bandits who raided and killed entire villages during his service. Dominique would often listen to her father tell tales to her of brave comrade in arms and of the horrors of dysentery in the army. Once while Dominique was swimming with the local fisher boy her father told her of a tale of when one of the Swadian lords was so hot in his plate armor that he ran out to a lake, only to drown in his steel coffin. Dominique was suddenly scared of drowning and never swam with the fisher boy again, despite her father attempting to sooth her and remind her it was only a story. Throughout her life in the village many men from the surrounding farms tried to woe her to get her to marry them. Many were lazy and spent as much time brawling and drinking at the local tavern instead of working to her disgust. She refused all but one, a blacksmiths son named Jeffery. She was sweet on Jeffery and they made plans to marry, but before the date was set he fell ill after a cut from a work accident turned gangrene and he died shortly after. Dominique still feels the sorrow of his death in her heart but had no time to properly mourn as her life along with every other serfs was to work continuously for survival from the environment and from their lords.
When Dominique came of age she worked briefly as a cook before she gained recognition for her help in defending against outlaw attacks on her village. Her fascination of combat drove her to adopt a unlikely path for a woman of her status and time. Ditching her job as a cook and arming herself with her fathers old weapons she decided to live her life as she wished. Spending countless hours knitting, she was able to replace her common village guard leather with her re-outfitted fathers old mail armor, using the best pieces of both to create a new mail coat that would fit her smaller body. Now with a sword at her side and her fathers mail on herself she works as a guard for the village and for Zendar.
Equipment: Mail armor, Long hafted Mace, and Sword
Note, I made this bio after playing on the server for a extensive amount of time so some of my backstory is fudged events from the server (Outlaw attack = Battle of Glunmar, Cook job was working for Laras as a cook, ect.)
Death: After a few years on the guard Dominique ended up losing one too many battles. Taken with another female guard they were lead to a tree by the Haleheart clan to be strung up or enslaved. The Halehearts beat her and called her names, such as "fat pig" and other insulting remarks. They smashed her ribs and beat out many of her teeth. Right before being strung up, Dominique and the other guard were rescued by a group of mercenaries lead by the village elder, who fought off the Halehearts and rescued the two women. But the Halehearts did not forget their "little pig". After recovering from her wounds Dominique resumed her duties, only one day to fall into the clutches of the same Halehearts who had nearly killed her before. She was alone and outnumbered, and they were determined not to allow her to escape once more. Despite her determination and training the fight was short and brutal. After being beaten and knocked down she cursed the Halehearts to hell before the final swing of a culmination of many battles landed upon her, ending her short life in a nameless swamp outside of Zendar.