Post by Jeannette Martel on Jan 17, 2013 21:58:53 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Jeannette Martel.
Race: Human.
Age: 18.
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Birthplace: Redcliffe, Ferelden.
Residence: Nomadic.
Affiliation: The client that hires her.
Occupation: Mercenary.
Religion: N/A.
COMBAT
Class: Warrior
Character Stats:
(You begin with six points, which you can divide within the group below as you want. For each level you get, you gain one point. This is what makes your character special, and each attribute has its advantages.)
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 1
Willpower: 2
Magic:
Cunning: 1
Spells:
Gear:
- Set of armor. The set was specifically created for a small woman in order to allow them to perform better in battle. The chest piece was made with form fitting metals in order to allow better flexibility while also protecting the young warrior woman. Protecting the groin is what could be described as a metallic miniskirt, which keeps her foes from targeting one of her major weak points. Long, thin, metalline boots slide up to her thighs. She wears a pair of long fingerless gauntlets with a pair of leather gloves under neath, protecting her hands while also allowing better control of her fingers. A chain-mail suit lies beneath the rest of the ensemble to serve as a second wall against enemy strikes.
- A simple shield.
- A sword passed down from her father named Eve.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Jeannette's appearance mimics her in many ways. The warrior girl looks sad and sullen, and many of her features accentuate this. Her small, almond-like green eyes are slightly tilted inwards while her short, round nose lies above long and cheerless plump red lips. Jeannette's make up is light and carefully done, with the idea of flawless beauty clearly not necessary. Jeannette has snow white skin with a few noticeable blemishes, most of which are just from various battle throughout her tour of duty. The soft brown locks hang daintily down to her posterior in a neatly groomed, lovely fashion. Jeannette clearly tries to keep herself well kept for her clientele, but self beauty is not at the top of her priorities.
Jeannette is slim with a toned body and besides the muscles, is that of an average late-teen girl. Her breasts are not the biggest, but are clearly larger than average for a girl of her age. Jeannette's body is a beautiful hour-glass, although much like her breasts, it is more mature than the average girl her age. Despite the youthful beauty the young maiden supports, Jeannette sports a strong and mature body. Long days of labor and war have clearly been a useful asset when it came to the girl's powerful stature. Her strength in no way matches that of a brutish male warrior, but instead offers a healthy balance in the form of a small stature with power(considering her height and weight).
Personality: (This section is optional, as some characters develop a personality as you play them. If you want to, you may describe how your character acts and interacts here).
HISTORY
In early 9:21 Dragon, a young baker met an Orlesian woman that was the wife of a wealthy nobleman visiting Redcliffe on business. The duo immediatly hit it off, and began to spend much of their time awake together. Knowing that their short romance would not last all that long, the two consumated their young love with a night of passion. The next day, the merchant and his family returned to Val Royeaux. 9 or so months passed when the baker finished preparing himself for the day and opened the door to reveal the woman he had become infatuated months ago, soaked in rain with a child in her arms. She explained her situation, how her husband did not know about the child and could never know about it. The man pleaded with the woman to stay, but she knew she could not. The fisherman understood, taking his child and bidding the sullen noblewoman and final farewell. The object of his infatuation left the two a small sum of money to keep them afloat. He named her daughter Jeannette, after the woman he was so deeply infatuated with. Using the funds left behind, Jeannette's father used his newfound assets to start a business. It did not long for the baker and the fruits of his labor to flourish and become a popular delicacy for the denizens of Redcliffe. Her father planned on creating a good life for the two, and hopefully make enough money to attract her mother back to him.
As Jeannette gently aged, her father did his best to provide her the most comfortable life possible. Despite this, Jeannette was youthful and full of energy. Jeannette did her best to father as much as she could, whether it be cleaning the bakery, buying ingredients, or learning how to bake herself. Despite her young age and lack of a motherly influence, she proved her father proud with her kindness and strong work ethic. While they both yearned for her mother, they continued to trudge through their daily life as happily as they could. Jeannette continued to blossom into a lovely, hard working young girl while her father continued to develop his bakery into a powerful empire of baked goods. The duo were a happy, gentle pair, eager for their life ahead of them. Or at least, that is what they had hoped for. When Jeannette turned 8, her entire life took the first dramatic turn for the worst. Redcliffe was under siege from the inside. Undead were coming out at the dead of night and dragging poor souls back to the castle to do Maker knows what to their sad souls. At first, her father was able to protect the small family. He had been taught by his father to use a blade that their family had passed down to the son or grandson, and used to slay any undead that came near his daughter. When the Warden came to save the village, her father quickly volunteered to help. He had to assure that his daughter survived to see the light of day.
Sadly, out of the few casualties, her father had been one of them. Jeannette came to him as he lay dying in the Chantry, barely conscious. His last wish was for her to learn how to defend herself and live a safe and happy life. He gave her the family sword and told her of an uncle in Highever that could take care of her. He promised that she live a happy life without him before dying in her prepubescent arms. The girl was shocked and depressed by the darkness that had only just started in her life. A group of family friends aided her in selling off everything she had in Redcliffe before taking the young girl to Highever. Her uncle was a poor but happy man that eagerly took his niece in. As soon as she was able to hold the sword her father had given her, her uncle began to teach her. He immediately noticed that the girl was much more somber than the sweetheart he had met before. Her demeanor petulant and her arm strong, the girl quickly began to develop fierce, barbaric warrior skills.
A few years later, at the ripe age of 15, Jeannette met a young man and was quickly taken by his handsome smile. When he noticed her staring across the market, he flashed her a pleasant smile that made the maiden's heart skip a beat. For weeks following their initial eye contact, the two took the same position, making quick eye contact and flashing each other their beautiful young smiles. After a while neither youth could take the intensity they felt anymore and they met in the middle. His name was Braden and Jeannette was quickly filled with the warmth of infatuation for the boy. They quickly began to court, much to the chagrin of her protective uncle. After years of pain and hurting, Jeannette had finally found warmth in her life. The young warrior maiden spent the days in training or her lover's arms. Jeannette, however, knew how fleeting happiness could be.
After a few short years of happiness, a sudden tragedy struck. The morning of her 17th birthday, the girl discovered her uncle in their living room, his entrails scattered in a gruesome and vicious manner. The young girl panicked and fled, notifying the guard. Scarred and needing a place to go, she quickly fled to Braden. Smashing into his door sobbing, the man took his lover into his home and comforted her with his warm body. The girl moved in with her lover, selling the house in an attempt to close her wounds. All her family had been slaughtered. All Jeannette had was her lover. Oddly enough, Braden had begun to act strangely. After a couple weeks of living together, Jeannette frowned at her lover and implored what was wrong with him. Her lover refused to answer, and instead began to push himself on her. No matter how she tried to push him off of her, he kept pushing himself onto her. Annoyance turned to fear. Asking turned to pleading. No matter what she did, he wouldn't stop himself. No matter how hard she tried to push him away, she couldn't. Something was odd. She could not even defend herself from him.
After he had finished, he began to explain himself. Braden was a maleficar. He had been utilizing the forbidden magic since before they had met, and her uncle had seen him practicing his magic. He had killed her uncle in order to keep the secret. He began to ramble about how now that she knew, they could live happily with no secrets between them. Jeannette scanned her surroundings in between sobs, trying to find something, anything to defend herself with. Eve was just a few inches away.. Braden continued to babble, standing and turning away from Jeannette's hurt body. She slowly reached for the sword, letting out panicked gasps of air. After a few seconds of horror, Jeannette quickly grabbed the sword and lunged toward him. He turned around in shock just in time to find Eve lodged in his heart. Jeannette froze in shock, staring at her first kill.
After a few days to recover from her horror, Jeannette silently sold everything she owned except some clothes, food, and Eve. She went to the blacksmith and bought a set of armor. She was done with the pain. The death. The nightmares. Jeannette would become a mercenary. She would solve problems others could not solve. The warrior girl would be helpless no longer.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Cecille
Contact: Steam, email, pm, cbox. Whatever.
Roleplay Experience: I don't remember.
Language(s): English, bad Spanish
How did you find us?: Love.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample: See Cecille.
Password: Divine
