Post by Syn on Dec 10, 2006 23:18:39 GMT -5
Name: Roisin "Syn" Dubh
Age: 1,054
Race: Nymandine Elf
Class: Devil Hunter
Physical Description: Syn is about average height, if not an inch or two shorter, with luscious blue-black skin that shimmers with youth and something of desire. Her beautiful whitish hair is cut short in an almost choppy manner, and her crimson eyes speak of blood and destruction.
She is slim, with the grace of a panther and an air of danger about her just as the wild beast she so seems to resemble. Her face is strong, proud, and dangerous, with an intimidating stare that makes most look away quickly.
She wears little for clothing, being uncomfortable in too many layers, yet bundling up for her rare northern visits. A simple, scanty top, loincloth, and boots make up the bulk of her outfit, all made from different types of leather stitched together. Rumor has it that the leather is flesh from her fallen mortal enemies.
Weapons, Armor and other Items:
---Weapons: 1 Standard Dagger, 1 Bardiche
---Apparel: Basic Leather Armor, 1 pair boots, 1 Cotton Dress, 1 Fur-lined wool cloak
---Other Items: 1 Needle & Thread, 1 Compass, 1 Sharpening stone, 1 Horse brush, 1 Blanket, 2 Saddlebags
---Food: 1 bag of fruit (15 count), 1 Dried rations, 1 5-lb bag of grain, 1 bag of vegetables (15 count)
---Financial Stuff: 502 ka, Leather ka pouch
---Pet(s): A black stallion named Slainte
History: Syn was not always so dangerous. When she was little, she was accepted as a prodigy among her people, thought to do great things when she was old enough. Yet, there was a darkness that grew within her, and as she got older, and her father taught her how to fight, it only became worse.
She was trained to kill beings of other races, in the event that she should live during another war with Ardenbau. However, she was not aware of her father's plans to make her a weapon, merely thinking she was learning to defend herself from those that might harm her.
Yet, time always uncovers the truth, and when time uncovered this truth, it found Syn slowly becoming more and more consumed by that vacant darkness in her that seemed to be the source of her aggression.
She killed her younger brother with her bare hands when she was 500, and her father did nothing about it. Syn found this strange, that he would care more about her knowing how to kill a man than her younger brother. A year later, she killed her mother, and her father still did nothing.
He exiled her after she attempted, for the fifth time, to kill him, getting closer and closer to her goal each time. With no home, and no family, she wandered until she found a purpose, which came when she turned 1,000. For 54 years, she trained to kill that which sought destruction.
She became a devil hunter.
Her aggression was still overflowing, and when she encountered her first 'devil,' there ensued a tango of chaos and killing until finally.. Syn stood over its dead body, breathing heavily and crimson eyes enraged as she let out a victorious cry, a shout to the heavens as if demanding appeasement for her rage..
She has yet to find it.
Location: n/a
Other: Slainte- A large black stallion who Syn bought as a colt. He is the only being alive she doesn't want to see dead, and because of this, there is a bond of friendship there. Not like the Zhoans and their Apertaine horses, but still strong.
Slainte, like Syn, does not care for others, and doesn't do well among other male horses, often biting them in an attempt to show dominance. He also does not like unfamiliar people approaching him, and will kick, bite, or even evade them. He knows Syn's call (whistle), and if in hearing range, will always come.
Syn's the reason why Raivont doesn't care for Elven company, being as she led to the incident that made him terrified of bears.
Also! For those of you who are interested, I give you pronunciations and translations of their names:
Roisin Dubh- "Roi-shin Doov" Means 'Black Rose' in Irish Gaelic
Slainte- "Sloin-ta" Means 'Cheers' in Irish Gaelic
Age: 1,054
Race: Nymandine Elf
Class: Devil Hunter
Physical Description: Syn is about average height, if not an inch or two shorter, with luscious blue-black skin that shimmers with youth and something of desire. Her beautiful whitish hair is cut short in an almost choppy manner, and her crimson eyes speak of blood and destruction.
She is slim, with the grace of a panther and an air of danger about her just as the wild beast she so seems to resemble. Her face is strong, proud, and dangerous, with an intimidating stare that makes most look away quickly.
She wears little for clothing, being uncomfortable in too many layers, yet bundling up for her rare northern visits. A simple, scanty top, loincloth, and boots make up the bulk of her outfit, all made from different types of leather stitched together. Rumor has it that the leather is flesh from her fallen mortal enemies.
Weapons, Armor and other Items:
---Weapons: 1 Standard Dagger, 1 Bardiche
---Apparel: Basic Leather Armor, 1 pair boots, 1 Cotton Dress, 1 Fur-lined wool cloak
---Other Items: 1 Needle & Thread, 1 Compass, 1 Sharpening stone, 1 Horse brush, 1 Blanket, 2 Saddlebags
---Food: 1 bag of fruit (15 count), 1 Dried rations, 1 5-lb bag of grain, 1 bag of vegetables (15 count)
---Financial Stuff: 502 ka, Leather ka pouch
---Pet(s): A black stallion named Slainte
History: Syn was not always so dangerous. When she was little, she was accepted as a prodigy among her people, thought to do great things when she was old enough. Yet, there was a darkness that grew within her, and as she got older, and her father taught her how to fight, it only became worse.
She was trained to kill beings of other races, in the event that she should live during another war with Ardenbau. However, she was not aware of her father's plans to make her a weapon, merely thinking she was learning to defend herself from those that might harm her.
Yet, time always uncovers the truth, and when time uncovered this truth, it found Syn slowly becoming more and more consumed by that vacant darkness in her that seemed to be the source of her aggression.
She killed her younger brother with her bare hands when she was 500, and her father did nothing about it. Syn found this strange, that he would care more about her knowing how to kill a man than her younger brother. A year later, she killed her mother, and her father still did nothing.
He exiled her after she attempted, for the fifth time, to kill him, getting closer and closer to her goal each time. With no home, and no family, she wandered until she found a purpose, which came when she turned 1,000. For 54 years, she trained to kill that which sought destruction.
She became a devil hunter.
Her aggression was still overflowing, and when she encountered her first 'devil,' there ensued a tango of chaos and killing until finally.. Syn stood over its dead body, breathing heavily and crimson eyes enraged as she let out a victorious cry, a shout to the heavens as if demanding appeasement for her rage..
She has yet to find it.
Location: n/a
Other: Slainte- A large black stallion who Syn bought as a colt. He is the only being alive she doesn't want to see dead, and because of this, there is a bond of friendship there. Not like the Zhoans and their Apertaine horses, but still strong.
Slainte, like Syn, does not care for others, and doesn't do well among other male horses, often biting them in an attempt to show dominance. He also does not like unfamiliar people approaching him, and will kick, bite, or even evade them. He knows Syn's call (whistle), and if in hearing range, will always come.
Syn's the reason why Raivont doesn't care for Elven company, being as she led to the incident that made him terrified of bears.
Also! For those of you who are interested, I give you pronunciations and translations of their names:
Roisin Dubh- "Roi-shin Doov" Means 'Black Rose' in Irish Gaelic
Slainte- "Sloin-ta" Means 'Cheers' in Irish Gaelic