Post by Fayth Ruath on Mar 1, 2007 0:26:06 GMT -5
Name: Fayth Ruath (Chaos Daiva)
Gender: Female
Race: Tiefling, Aasimer, and Human
Class: Fighter
Appearence: When she is angered or wounded, her eyes turn from blue to red. She appears to were alot of leather and light chainmail. She is fit to be a rouge, but chose the hands on life style instead. A more Gothic style. She's very slim, and sleek, and curvatious. She has a few suspicious scars around her wrists.
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 21
Equipment: Thick, but light leather armor lined with a strong light chainmail. A deathlock necklace, and a few chain bracelets. A large broad sword lashed to her back, three daggers in her belt that lies low on her hips, yet snugly. Two more, one strapped in each boot. A whip lashed to her belt, and a small pack on her back over the sheath of her broad sword.
Personality: Mentally insane to a point. She is constantly in a battle with herself mentally. The other personality's name is Chaos. She is mostly calm and collective, a bit shy, but she hides it with false annoyance. When she is in any weak state, Chaos trys to take her over a bit, but only to the point of speech.
BIOGRAPHY!!!: Not to much of her distant past is known about her, even by her. The farthest memory she can recall is when she was about the age of thirteen injured and dragging herself into a small village near the waters edge. Her clothes were dripping and her wounds were stinging dully from soaking in the saltine water of the ocean. Inside her head a soft seducing voice was calming her, and encourageing her to keep walking, and not sleep till she saw people. Stumbling into the town, she was noticed by a older woman who before this was busy buying a loaf of bread and some fruit. She scooped up her goods and dashed over, barely catching the falling Fayth. The voice had told her everything about herself, except for the part that she refused to tell, or couldn't tell. She was healed with time, and soon tossed into the world, when then village was attacked by bandits.. She was still to weak at the time, but after it was over, she found her "mother" had been taken into the forest, Raped and slaughtered. A deep hatred of Liardik's and Drows. Moreso the Liardik's though. She forced herself to heal, and commisioned one of the village heros to train her as a fighter so she could one day find and kill the murderers. Now at the ripe age of 21, now a wandering fighter, she travels to the academy in search of better training and maybe help in her vengeance.
EXTRA: Uhm... I can't think of anything right now.
Gender: Female
Race: Tiefling, Aasimer, and Human
Class: Fighter
Appearence: When she is angered or wounded, her eyes turn from blue to red. She appears to were alot of leather and light chainmail. She is fit to be a rouge, but chose the hands on life style instead. A more Gothic style. She's very slim, and sleek, and curvatious. She has a few suspicious scars around her wrists.
Allignment: Chaotic Good
Age: 21
Equipment: Thick, but light leather armor lined with a strong light chainmail. A deathlock necklace, and a few chain bracelets. A large broad sword lashed to her back, three daggers in her belt that lies low on her hips, yet snugly. Two more, one strapped in each boot. A whip lashed to her belt, and a small pack on her back over the sheath of her broad sword.
Personality: Mentally insane to a point. She is constantly in a battle with herself mentally. The other personality's name is Chaos. She is mostly calm and collective, a bit shy, but she hides it with false annoyance. When she is in any weak state, Chaos trys to take her over a bit, but only to the point of speech.
BIOGRAPHY!!!: Not to much of her distant past is known about her, even by her. The farthest memory she can recall is when she was about the age of thirteen injured and dragging herself into a small village near the waters edge. Her clothes were dripping and her wounds were stinging dully from soaking in the saltine water of the ocean. Inside her head a soft seducing voice was calming her, and encourageing her to keep walking, and not sleep till she saw people. Stumbling into the town, she was noticed by a older woman who before this was busy buying a loaf of bread and some fruit. She scooped up her goods and dashed over, barely catching the falling Fayth. The voice had told her everything about herself, except for the part that she refused to tell, or couldn't tell. She was healed with time, and soon tossed into the world, when then village was attacked by bandits.. She was still to weak at the time, but after it was over, she found her "mother" had been taken into the forest, Raped and slaughtered. A deep hatred of Liardik's and Drows. Moreso the Liardik's though. She forced herself to heal, and commisioned one of the village heros to train her as a fighter so she could one day find and kill the murderers. Now at the ripe age of 21, now a wandering fighter, she travels to the academy in search of better training and maybe help in her vengeance.
EXTRA: Uhm... I can't think of anything right now.
