Post by gail on Dec 5, 2009 23:51:28 GMT -6
Name:Al Amoria Temptre (Gail Masrum Basureth)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Hails From: The Forsaken lands
Ranking: Warrior
Weapons:
Tearo and Ana, The weapons of her Forefathers, forged long before her birth in the Frostfires of Eitria. Passed down generation to generation, as Guardians of the Gelid wastes hidden mysteries. Although the ancestral weapons are usually passed down to male heirs, She was the only child born to the Basureth Family, thus the only Heir capable of wielding the dual long swords of the Sarian human race (Just a race of humans).
Both pure white blades resonate with the low whisper of Eitria's winds, and breathes frosty breaths. Their handguards are an elegant but simple shape, thinner at its Core, and extend on either side just a little ways out in the subtle shape of a diamond. It vertical points crescent inwards. The handles wrapped in tattered gray cloth, no doubt as old as when these weapons where crafted. It's counter weight nothing more than a rounded non-protruding metal cover.
Though both weapons at first glance seem unassumingly magical, but when swung, throw buffeting frosty winds in their wake, so long as the wielder commands.
Abilities:
Just a devoted Blademaster, skilled with many assorted weaponry. Although she is also incredibly strong, agile, and a tactical being, despite her appearance of being a gracefully stunning, and shapely woman (she got some muscle on her, not bulging at all however).
Other than being a skilled combatant however, she isn't Magically inclined.
Companions:None
Occupation:bounty Hunter
Appearance:
~|An old mans Rendition|
“We called her Al Amoria temptre: The Lonely woman. But we never dreamed her to be a monster. No, she was too beautiful to be thought as that! Puh!”
“Yeaaahhh… Like a fairy tail princes, Golden, curly locks down to her waist. Though when I think back to what happened then, The mane of some wild beast better describes it…”
“She had smoother than silk skin, the color of the full moon on a cloudless night, or rather virgin snow, freshly fallen over the valley. We all wanted to get close enough to touch, that we did… Hehe, but men as old as I can only look yeah? The youngsters however, that’s different.’
“It was during the last storm, a blizzard blew in, and the wind was howling against the windows and Tavern door.. When all of a sudden the local men of some thug group burst in, Oh yeah… Cocky bunch of bastards. Of course no one knew who they where until the guards identified them after the whole incident… Hahaha, I can still remember the look on their faces as it happened.”
*cough* *cough*
“Young men and their pride… Egotistical with fire running through their veins… and as soon as they spotted her, it was like they lost all common sense. Ohohohohoh!”
“HAHAHAHA! SHE TOOK ONE OUT WITH A SINGLE SLAP!”
*COOUUUGGH* *COUGHCOUGH*
“Ugh!… After that, blood… A flash of white shown under her simple brown cloak… *cough* From then on we refer to her as The White Rose…”
“I will never forget those eyes. The devil himself must have been lurking with in those perfect blues…. A shade I’d never seen before… *cough* Beauty shadowed with so much-”
*COUGHCOUGH* *COUUUGGHHH* *COUGH* *COUGHCOUGHCOUGH* *HHHHRRCOOOUUUGH!*
…
“Hatred.”
It's not often that one is allowed to see what she really looks like, or can even properly identify her apart from the general mass. Her Womanly frame well hidden by the simple, yet effective brown cloak and mantle with the hood always drawn (spare for the moments of privacy she gets time to time).
On the back side of her waist two swords Cross with a slightly lopsided X pattern, both hilts protruding at an angle by her right side. The picture of a woman brandishing dual swords is hard to imagine, so this helps with a disguising Illusion which makes her appear more male. It also helps she doesn't have an overbearing bust size; although she isn't so petite in such an area, Gail has made sure to hide this aspect well.
Well aside from her frame and the common perception of Yviex woman masked. As for her other features, such as ridiculously long hair and feminine facial structure is kept secret under the hood of her mantle (hair pulled back and tucked around the back of the neck area of the cloak). Under her weather resistant Garments however, she wears a fashion of stylized, Intricate leather armor, as sleet white as the peaks of Eitria.
Personality:
It’s strange, when you feel as though some one can emanate something as pure as an emotion. Their very aura consisting of what ever they are thinking of. And it’s obvious that Gail is cold, right down to the bottom of her heart. Being around the woman is like being around a doll; Lifeless. That is until she is angered.
She’s collected at most times, calm, reserved, and quiet. Although when some one irritates her enough, she becomes impatient, unstably vicious, and at worst destructive. Her very existence seems to bring about a negativity in the air.
Gail travels alone, so she is one of few words… however when she does speak, it is something that captures the attention of those around her, and is brief while being direct to the point.
Still, she is human, and on occasion can be soft. when this happens, it's so rare that it comes as a surprise to anyone who knows her well enough that such behavior is unnatural for her, and even surprising to herself, not even knowing she's capable of such things.
History:
Much of her past is well buried in mystery, under the baren snow drifts, and frozen tundra. The only thing she can recollect of her origination are when she was a mere child of just five or maybe six. before that, sparse memories of a loving father, and caring mother.
Tragic, the ancient ruins which she'd belong fell victim to the ominous appeal of hatred which had unknowingly been sweeping over the continent. Kaeldrith was what those who knew it, called it. A magical Archive, a convergence point for all the nations Magi, and a hidden center source of deeper magic from all those except the most mystically inclined beings of Yviex, who could hear it's calling.
Gail.
Daughter of a Honor Guard, vanguard to the high councilmen who oversaw the region, was nearing her sixth birthday when travesty settled into her tranquil existence...
Unfortunately, the only thing she can remember of the whole incident was waking in a rain of Ashes, ruble and smoldering buildings strewn all about her. The sky thick with gray smoke clouds, and her dear father drowning in a pool of his own blood.
Just a brief exchange of words, Gail sobbing into the horrid mess of a once brave man trying to console a devastated child. In his passing, he sealed the rights of his twin blades to her, as mementos, and her guardian... His reasoning for doing such for a child though still unclear, and baffle Gail to this day.
No one knows why Kaeldrith had been a target as one of the first amongst many destroyed....
About the present of things. Gail has become a bounty hunter, a mercenary for Hire. The Torment of her past still haunting her dreams, and disturb her even when awake. Night and day she tries to find a means to quell the damage of trauma she been dealt. Distracting herself with conflict, testing every fiber of her being through merits of combat, keeping busy daily through hunting those who are wanted all across Yviex.
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Hails From: The Forsaken lands
Ranking: Warrior
Weapons:
Tearo and Ana, The weapons of her Forefathers, forged long before her birth in the Frostfires of Eitria. Passed down generation to generation, as Guardians of the Gelid wastes hidden mysteries. Although the ancestral weapons are usually passed down to male heirs, She was the only child born to the Basureth Family, thus the only Heir capable of wielding the dual long swords of the Sarian human race (Just a race of humans).
Both pure white blades resonate with the low whisper of Eitria's winds, and breathes frosty breaths. Their handguards are an elegant but simple shape, thinner at its Core, and extend on either side just a little ways out in the subtle shape of a diamond. It vertical points crescent inwards. The handles wrapped in tattered gray cloth, no doubt as old as when these weapons where crafted. It's counter weight nothing more than a rounded non-protruding metal cover.
Though both weapons at first glance seem unassumingly magical, but when swung, throw buffeting frosty winds in their wake, so long as the wielder commands.
Abilities:
Just a devoted Blademaster, skilled with many assorted weaponry. Although she is also incredibly strong, agile, and a tactical being, despite her appearance of being a gracefully stunning, and shapely woman (she got some muscle on her, not bulging at all however).
Other than being a skilled combatant however, she isn't Magically inclined.
Companions:None
Occupation:bounty Hunter
Appearance:
~|An old mans Rendition|
“We called her Al Amoria temptre: The Lonely woman. But we never dreamed her to be a monster. No, she was too beautiful to be thought as that! Puh!”
“Yeaaahhh… Like a fairy tail princes, Golden, curly locks down to her waist. Though when I think back to what happened then, The mane of some wild beast better describes it…”
“She had smoother than silk skin, the color of the full moon on a cloudless night, or rather virgin snow, freshly fallen over the valley. We all wanted to get close enough to touch, that we did… Hehe, but men as old as I can only look yeah? The youngsters however, that’s different.’
“It was during the last storm, a blizzard blew in, and the wind was howling against the windows and Tavern door.. When all of a sudden the local men of some thug group burst in, Oh yeah… Cocky bunch of bastards. Of course no one knew who they where until the guards identified them after the whole incident… Hahaha, I can still remember the look on their faces as it happened.”
*cough* *cough*
“Young men and their pride… Egotistical with fire running through their veins… and as soon as they spotted her, it was like they lost all common sense. Ohohohohoh!”
“HAHAHAHA! SHE TOOK ONE OUT WITH A SINGLE SLAP!”
*COOUUUGGH* *COUGHCOUGH*
“Ugh!… After that, blood… A flash of white shown under her simple brown cloak… *cough* From then on we refer to her as The White Rose…”
“I will never forget those eyes. The devil himself must have been lurking with in those perfect blues…. A shade I’d never seen before… *cough* Beauty shadowed with so much-”
*COUGHCOUGH* *COUUUGGHHH* *COUGH* *COUGHCOUGHCOUGH* *HHHHRRCOOOUUUGH!*
…
“Hatred.”
It's not often that one is allowed to see what she really looks like, or can even properly identify her apart from the general mass. Her Womanly frame well hidden by the simple, yet effective brown cloak and mantle with the hood always drawn (spare for the moments of privacy she gets time to time).
On the back side of her waist two swords Cross with a slightly lopsided X pattern, both hilts protruding at an angle by her right side. The picture of a woman brandishing dual swords is hard to imagine, so this helps with a disguising Illusion which makes her appear more male. It also helps she doesn't have an overbearing bust size; although she isn't so petite in such an area, Gail has made sure to hide this aspect well.
Well aside from her frame and the common perception of Yviex woman masked. As for her other features, such as ridiculously long hair and feminine facial structure is kept secret under the hood of her mantle (hair pulled back and tucked around the back of the neck area of the cloak). Under her weather resistant Garments however, she wears a fashion of stylized, Intricate leather armor, as sleet white as the peaks of Eitria.
Personality:
It’s strange, when you feel as though some one can emanate something as pure as an emotion. Their very aura consisting of what ever they are thinking of. And it’s obvious that Gail is cold, right down to the bottom of her heart. Being around the woman is like being around a doll; Lifeless. That is until she is angered.
She’s collected at most times, calm, reserved, and quiet. Although when some one irritates her enough, she becomes impatient, unstably vicious, and at worst destructive. Her very existence seems to bring about a negativity in the air.
Gail travels alone, so she is one of few words… however when she does speak, it is something that captures the attention of those around her, and is brief while being direct to the point.
Still, she is human, and on occasion can be soft. when this happens, it's so rare that it comes as a surprise to anyone who knows her well enough that such behavior is unnatural for her, and even surprising to herself, not even knowing she's capable of such things.
History:
Much of her past is well buried in mystery, under the baren snow drifts, and frozen tundra. The only thing she can recollect of her origination are when she was a mere child of just five or maybe six. before that, sparse memories of a loving father, and caring mother.
Tragic, the ancient ruins which she'd belong fell victim to the ominous appeal of hatred which had unknowingly been sweeping over the continent. Kaeldrith was what those who knew it, called it. A magical Archive, a convergence point for all the nations Magi, and a hidden center source of deeper magic from all those except the most mystically inclined beings of Yviex, who could hear it's calling.
Gail.
Daughter of a Honor Guard, vanguard to the high councilmen who oversaw the region, was nearing her sixth birthday when travesty settled into her tranquil existence...
Unfortunately, the only thing she can remember of the whole incident was waking in a rain of Ashes, ruble and smoldering buildings strewn all about her. The sky thick with gray smoke clouds, and her dear father drowning in a pool of his own blood.
Just a brief exchange of words, Gail sobbing into the horrid mess of a once brave man trying to console a devastated child. In his passing, he sealed the rights of his twin blades to her, as mementos, and her guardian... His reasoning for doing such for a child though still unclear, and baffle Gail to this day.
No one knows why Kaeldrith had been a target as one of the first amongst many destroyed....
About the present of things. Gail has become a bounty hunter, a mercenary for Hire. The Torment of her past still haunting her dreams, and disturb her even when awake. Night and day she tries to find a means to quell the damage of trauma she been dealt. Distracting herself with conflict, testing every fiber of her being through merits of combat, keeping busy daily through hunting those who are wanted all across Yviex.