Post by rose on Feb 9, 2012 17:07:36 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Rashka Tempest-Born
Race: Human
Age: Twenty Three
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Korcari Wild, Ferelden
Residence: Korcari Wild, Ferelden
Affiliation: Neutral but holds great respect for the Grey Wardens.
Occupation: Clan Leaders (Shaman) Daughter/Huntress.
Religion: She believes in no gods, only nature and its spirit.
COMBAT
Class: Rogue
Character Stats:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 3
Willpower: 0
Magic: 0
Cunning: 3
Gear: Depending on what she is doing her attire changes, when merely wandering the camp she is usually seen wearing plain and not very protective attire made of a simple cloth corset and skirt while hunting however she wears the leather armour of her clan that hugs her figure and shows off her abdomen. No matter where she is however she always wears sturdy leather boots and carries a finely carved bow that has her name engraved upon it and two curved blades tucked into her boots.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: When one first looks upon Rashka they often think of an innocent young woman, not meant for the harsh life of the Korcari Wilds. With white hair that she somehow manages to keep clean and fair skin she is not what one would expect a Chasind to look like, and that is because for the most part she looks nothing like most of her fellow Chasind, her white hair being the most obvious of these differences. Her warm brown eyes and figure are however typical of the Chasind women, tall and elegant but graceful like a dancer. Her appearance lures people into a false sense of security for she is as much a threat as the men of her tribe.
Personality:
Intelligent: Rashka is a very intelligent woman who loves nothing more than a challenge, tell her that something can’t be done and she’ll do it just to prove them wrong.
Resourceful: Able to think fast on her feet she’s got a knack for getting herself and others out of trouble, it also means she’s every good at improvising.
Defiant: Rashka is defiant to the end, she will not back down if she does not agree with something, if someone tries to push her around she will fight them. Unfortunately this tends to get her into trouble but if she wasn’t that way no-one would ever believe that she was her father’s daughter.
Confidant: There is no-one Rashka wouldn’t speak to, no challenge she won’t meet. Rashka has every right to be confidant in herself and her abilities and doesn’t care what others think because she knows what she’s capable of.
Stubborn: As stubborn as the day she was born Rashka will dig her heels in and make your life hell if you try and get her to do something she doesn’t want to do…
Strong Willed: She will not bow to anyone she views as her lesser, she will not relent once her mind has been made up and she will call no man her master.
Fighter: Born and raised to have a fighters spirit and Rashka has clung to that because she knows that when everything else fails her that won’t. The instinct to fight and win will still be there. Rashka is always ready for a fight and greets every opponent with a smile.
Dignified: There is an air of dignity to Rashak that seems unwavering despite the Chasind being branded uncivilized barbarians, try to say that to her and you’ll be in trouble and I don’t envy you.
Seductive: Rashka has always had a natural seductiveness about her that often worries her father but makes her mother very proud.
Guarded: Getting a secret, or anything that she doesn’t really want to share for the matter is, out of Rashka is like trying to drag blood from a stone. She doesn’t open up about herself unless she fully trusts someone which takes a lot and doesn’t happen very often.
Very Secret Romantic: Underneath her guard exterior all she really wants is to be loved and cared for, not be married off to a man that she loathes and despites more than anything in this world like her mother is currently trying to do.
Affectionate: Rashka can be a very affectionate lover but only if she likes the person she’s in the company of otherwise she will generally be indifferent.
HISTORY
One the night of a great storm the screams of Keller mixed with the thunder and lightning, her child was being born and many of her clan were anxious fearing the storm to be a bad omen. As her husband looked on Keller gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy, they were names Rashka and Khaled. From a young age it was clear that the two were completely different in every way, Rashka took up the way of the hunter and scout often sneaking off to follow then even after being told not to, the strong will of their father clearly ran in Rashka’s veins. Her brother was more like their mother however and did exactly as he was told though he inherited their father’s magic and spent most of his time watching his father.
Rashka had a natural talent when it came to wielding a bow, her skills were well known to be the best of her age and because of this she was often taken out with the scouts and the hunters. They preferred to take her out rather than having to worry about the strong-willed seven year old following them. Her father had raised her with the knowledge that life in the wilds could be hard and that they had few allies outside of their own and as such they could only depend upon each other and their own skills. It was for that reason that she refused to be left behind, she would learn and she would survive, more importantly she would thrive.
As she grew her strong willed personality began to show more and more as did her wisdom, with each passing year she matured into a young woman who could have easily been the clan’s next leader but it was not something she ever desired for herself, that right would be her brothers. Her brother coveted power and influence while Rashka didn’t really care for such things…nor did she care for her brother. The years had changed Khaled, he was cruel and power hungry, often trying to convince his father to go to war while his sister counselled peace for she saw no reason to start a war with the few allies they had. Brother and sister clashed until one day Rashka had decided that enough was enough and ended up holding a knife to her brother’s throat. What had sparked this aggression? An attack on their father, Khaled had planned to take his father’s place as leader but the teenager was out-matched and caught off guard by his usually peaceful sister’s anger.
Khaled was cast out of the Clan, his father hoped that his time alone would make him see the importance of keeping allies…His plan failed and only made Khaled more bitter. He refused to come back to the clan until his father was ready to hand over leadership to him. His family worried about what would become of the eighteen year old but as the months past the worry faded and their thoughts moved to their daughter and marriage. Rashka being Rashka dug her heels in and refused to marry someone that wasn’t of her choosing which seemed to make her even more desirable, how punching a man in the face did that was beyond her.
Now twenty three and still unmarried Rashka is a strong willed, independent young woman who spends most of her time in the wild, stalking and hunting. Her mother and father still try to convince her to marry but still have had no luck, such thoughts recently slipped their minds when scouts began to show up dead…killed by magic…
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Kimi Rose, I’ll answer to either.
Contact: Email/Msn: hells_rose_4ever@hotmail.co.uk or aim: roseakimi
Roleplay Experience: I have nine years rping experience, give or take, and I’ve done a bit of everything from Devil May Cry to Oblivion to Slave and Master sites and quite a few Dragon Age ones.
Language(s): My first language is Scottish, but I write in English, lol.
How did you find us?: A pm through proboards.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:
"In Darkness eternal they searched,
For those who had goaded them on,
Until at last they found their prize,
Their god, their betrayer:
The sleeping dragon Dumat. Their taint
Twisted even the false-god, and the whisperer
Awoke at last, in pain and horror, and led
Them to wreak havoc upon all the nations of the world:
The first Blight."
The mysteriously beautiful voice of a woman drifted through the corridors, the origins of the voice was clear. Within the Library sat the dark haired bodyguard of King Alistair, her chin length hair hung about her face, it was poker straight except for the few strands that hung in front of her face. As always she wore an eye shadow of reddish brown that matched her eye liner and brought out the true intensity of chocolate brown eyes. Her lips parted as a sigh left them, she brushed a few strands of her hair away from her features as she looked at down at the book she was reading from.
It was late in the evening and a feast was being held in her Kings honour so she imagined that everyone would be in the dining hall celebrating. But why was she not there? She was certainly dressed in a manner fitting of a feast, she wore a beautiful white dress that caressed the floor as she walked and the sleeves were floaty and elegant, and in truth she looked more than a Noble mans daughter than a warrior and Grey Warden. Morianna had been at the feast for a while before she’d left, many noblemen with their wives and children were there and she knew exactly what the daughters were looking at when not paying attention to the conversation.
To say that it was difficult for her to watch was a minor understatement, she’d excused herself and left, no longer wishing to watch the man she loved being flirted with by another woman. It broke her heart to witness it but she was lucky in one way. Alistair was oblivious to the fact that she liked him. In some ways she was thankful for that but at the same time there was the desire to write her feeling upon a giant poster just to hit him with. She closed the book and laid it upon the table beside her, placing her face in her hands and fighting the urge to cry. Morianna took a deep breath before sighing once more and rose to her feet, walking over to the window and looking out with an almost sad look in her eyes.
For those who had goaded them on,
Until at last they found their prize,
Their god, their betrayer:
The sleeping dragon Dumat. Their taint
Twisted even the false-god, and the whisperer
Awoke at last, in pain and horror, and led
Them to wreak havoc upon all the nations of the world:
The first Blight."
The mysteriously beautiful voice of a woman drifted through the corridors, the origins of the voice was clear. Within the Library sat the dark haired bodyguard of King Alistair, her chin length hair hung about her face, it was poker straight except for the few strands that hung in front of her face. As always she wore an eye shadow of reddish brown that matched her eye liner and brought out the true intensity of chocolate brown eyes. Her lips parted as a sigh left them, she brushed a few strands of her hair away from her features as she looked at down at the book she was reading from.
It was late in the evening and a feast was being held in her Kings honour so she imagined that everyone would be in the dining hall celebrating. But why was she not there? She was certainly dressed in a manner fitting of a feast, she wore a beautiful white dress that caressed the floor as she walked and the sleeves were floaty and elegant, and in truth she looked more than a Noble mans daughter than a warrior and Grey Warden. Morianna had been at the feast for a while before she’d left, many noblemen with their wives and children were there and she knew exactly what the daughters were looking at when not paying attention to the conversation.
To say that it was difficult for her to watch was a minor understatement, she’d excused herself and left, no longer wishing to watch the man she loved being flirted with by another woman. It broke her heart to witness it but she was lucky in one way. Alistair was oblivious to the fact that she liked him. In some ways she was thankful for that but at the same time there was the desire to write her feeling upon a giant poster just to hit him with. She closed the book and laid it upon the table beside her, placing her face in her hands and fighting the urge to cry. Morianna took a deep breath before sighing once more and rose to her feet, walking over to the window and looking out with an almost sad look in her eyes.
Password: ******* (Checked and Correct)
