Post by Belladona Tirril on Feb 27, 2007 15:56:57 GMT -5
Name: Belladona Tirril
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Elf
Class:Rogue
Appearence: 5"6' thinish, long brown hair with bangs kinda in her eyes but she can see perfectly fine, and er.. her clothes are in the equipment section, blue eyes, big scar about 3 inches long on upper arm(covered up by clothes!)
Allignment:Chaotic Neutral
Age: 30
Equipment: Short sword, one dagger on belt. Pouch of unknown contents (lock picking gear, brass knuckles ect) on belt. Usualy has a bottle of some sort of alchohol on hand (only drinks for taste has to drink A LOT to get drunk). brown Leather pants, brown leather corset that is not laced up very tight, white shirt type thingy underneath corset. Pendent shaped like wolf on white gold chain. Thin black boots easy to run in rise up to upper calve's. (did I miss anything?)
Personality: Mean, cold, doesn't get very close to many people, getting close requires proving that you won't try anything (stealing ect) and not minding if she does. Hates people but when working in groups is very quiet.
BIOGRAPHY!!!: From a rogue camp that traveled around the desert one day left the camp because she was tired of the same old life and wanted to explore and adventure the world. Traveled from village to village searching to solve problems but always ended up being chased out of said villages with torches and pitchforks. Eventually she decided that it was impossible to satisfy the needs of an entire village and looked for troubles of individuals to solve, this search FAILED!!! all the people she tried to help were well.. stupid...
She succeeded in trying to help one last indvidual but after she had finished the favor the man had tried to kill her. She had made friends and had grown close with him and it hurt very much emotionaly when he betrayed her. She then went on a rampage due to the emotional turmoil going on in her mind. During this rampage she forgot who she was. She went on not knowing her identity for almost 4 months and did not rediscover herself untill she found an old journal of hers that explained all of the pain and trouble she went through just to help others. She burned the journal and decided to never again help others unless they proved to her they were worthy of her help. this philosophy later extended to her friendship as well.
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Elf
Class:Rogue
Appearence: 5"6' thinish, long brown hair with bangs kinda in her eyes but she can see perfectly fine, and er.. her clothes are in the equipment section, blue eyes, big scar about 3 inches long on upper arm(covered up by clothes!)
Allignment:Chaotic Neutral
Age: 30
Equipment: Short sword, one dagger on belt. Pouch of unknown contents (lock picking gear, brass knuckles ect) on belt. Usualy has a bottle of some sort of alchohol on hand (only drinks for taste has to drink A LOT to get drunk). brown Leather pants, brown leather corset that is not laced up very tight, white shirt type thingy underneath corset. Pendent shaped like wolf on white gold chain. Thin black boots easy to run in rise up to upper calve's. (did I miss anything?)
Personality: Mean, cold, doesn't get very close to many people, getting close requires proving that you won't try anything (stealing ect) and not minding if she does. Hates people but when working in groups is very quiet.
BIOGRAPHY!!!: From a rogue camp that traveled around the desert one day left the camp because she was tired of the same old life and wanted to explore and adventure the world. Traveled from village to village searching to solve problems but always ended up being chased out of said villages with torches and pitchforks. Eventually she decided that it was impossible to satisfy the needs of an entire village and looked for troubles of individuals to solve, this search FAILED!!! all the people she tried to help were well.. stupid...
She succeeded in trying to help one last indvidual but after she had finished the favor the man had tried to kill her. She had made friends and had grown close with him and it hurt very much emotionaly when he betrayed her. She then went on a rampage due to the emotional turmoil going on in her mind. During this rampage she forgot who she was. She went on not knowing her identity for almost 4 months and did not rediscover herself untill she found an old journal of hers that explained all of the pain and trouble she went through just to help others. She burned the journal and decided to never again help others unless they proved to her they were worthy of her help. this philosophy later extended to her friendship as well.
