Post by mcpherson on Aug 11, 2015 21:02:48 GMT
Name:
Alicia May
Age:
24
Nationality:
Nord/Swadian
Hair:
Brown
Eyes:
Green
Facial Markings:
None
Skin Color:
White
Height:
5' 11"
Weight:
124 LBS
Build:
Average
Body Markings:
None
Interests:
Money, Horses
Dislikes:
War, fighting, Nobility, Religion, Larasians
Strengths: Kind, amazing Equestrian
Weaknesses:
Low pain threshold, anti-social
Skills:
Forestry, Archery, Equestrianism
Fears:
Death, Capture, Larasians
Profession:
Surgeon by trade, soldier by choice
Backround/History:
"Ah. Well, if you must know, I shall tell you."
"I am from an old family in the northern lands, the daughter of merchant. My mother died in childbirth, so my father raised me like a son rather than a daughter, as he knew a son he would never have. I fought by my father's side, his friend both in war and in peace. I never acted like a lady, I didn't wear dresses, I didn't watch my mouth, I didn't take shit from nobles, and I refused to marry. But, when I was 18, my father died of the plague, when I was still childless. My father had decreed that I should inherit his lands and businesses, in the absence of any other child. My brother-in-law, cursed be his name, said that it was not our custom that women could inherit land and operate a business. That was nonsense, but his gold bought the loyalties of enough of my father's faithless servants for him to install himself in my land and as operator of my businesses. So I fled, something I was raised never to do, and something I hope never to do again."
"When I have enough gold to raise an army I shall go back and take what it is mine."
Equipment:
Leather Jerkin/Mail (rarely), Leather/ Mail boots (rarely), Any available sword, a shield of any kind, and a lance/spear.
PS: If you hear me ramble on about my island home in-game, here is a visual represention of the Village of Renfrew (I made it up okay?)
(Sopposed to be the island to the North west of Chalbek (I know I butchered that) Castle in the Nord Kingdom)
Alicia May
Age:
24
Nationality:
Nord/Swadian
Hair:
Brown
Eyes:
Green
Facial Markings:
None
Skin Color:
White
Height:
5' 11"
Weight:
124 LBS
Build:
Average
Body Markings:
None
Interests:
Money, Horses
Dislikes:
War, fighting, Nobility, Religion, Larasians
Strengths: Kind, amazing Equestrian
Weaknesses:
Low pain threshold, anti-social
Skills:
Forestry, Archery, Equestrianism
Fears:
Death, Capture, Larasians
Profession:
Surgeon by trade, soldier by choice
Backround/History:
"Ah. Well, if you must know, I shall tell you."
"I am from an old family in the northern lands, the daughter of merchant. My mother died in childbirth, so my father raised me like a son rather than a daughter, as he knew a son he would never have. I fought by my father's side, his friend both in war and in peace. I never acted like a lady, I didn't wear dresses, I didn't watch my mouth, I didn't take shit from nobles, and I refused to marry. But, when I was 18, my father died of the plague, when I was still childless. My father had decreed that I should inherit his lands and businesses, in the absence of any other child. My brother-in-law, cursed be his name, said that it was not our custom that women could inherit land and operate a business. That was nonsense, but his gold bought the loyalties of enough of my father's faithless servants for him to install himself in my land and as operator of my businesses. So I fled, something I was raised never to do, and something I hope never to do again."
"When I have enough gold to raise an army I shall go back and take what it is mine."
Equipment:
Leather Jerkin/Mail (rarely), Leather/ Mail boots (rarely), Any available sword, a shield of any kind, and a lance/spear.
PS: If you hear me ramble on about my island home in-game, here is a visual represention of the Village of Renfrew (I made it up okay?)
(Sopposed to be the island to the North west of Chalbek (I know I butchered that) Castle in the Nord Kingdom)