Kagemaru
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Mon May 17, 2010 10:51 pm |
 Post subject: Caitlaen Lendrick |
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Name: Caitlaen “Cait” Lendrick
Age: 27
Age Appearance: A bit younger, mostly because of her height and behavior.
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Blade Master (Mistress?)
Appearance: Caitlaen is a slim woman who stands about 4,9 feet tall. Her hair, as she’s a Blade Master, is an ever-changing mass of colors and she’s quite happy with that. Taking her time to groom it and decorating it with various dangles and accessories. She has bright yellow eyes. Tattoos adorn her body and range from a dagger and lightning bolt on her heel to a viper circling his left arm to a waning moon on her right shoulder.
Personality: Confident, playful, devious. She’s quick with his wits, likes to play pranks and deceive people to see how far she can go and accepts any kind of challenge with pride and a fierce competitive spirit.. She likes to participate in battles and attack in a sneak ‘n strike manner, unleashing swift and deadly strikes with various daggers, stiletto’s, throwing knives and short swords.
She likes being in love. Whether it’s with a woman or a man, she doesn’t really care much, as long as she has someone of whom she can pinch away a few pennies and who’s good for a laugh, a drink or a shag. Approach her with a proposition for a longer lasting relationship and she’ll laugh. Quite hard.
But, as opposed as to what most people think of her, she has a few good friends and, even though she knows that they can fend for themselves, she’ll fight alongside of them for everything she’s worth.
History: Ever since she was born, she has been raised in secret, no one who knew of her existence ever spoke of her outside of the house she lives in. You see, she had the misfortune to be born in a secluded part of the mountains where a group of purebred demons lived. With the war that has just passed between humans and all supernatural beings (including demons), the troupe decided to stay hidden in the mountains and continue on just living the way they were. No contact with the outside world was ever permitted.
Caitlaen's father, always the rebel, was one day hunting for food as he stumbled upon a psychic who used the mountains as a place for meditation. He was smitten by her at first sight and, from there on, Caitlaen was born. Of course, since she was a mixture of human and demon blood and a sign that there had been contact with the outside world, her presence was kept in uttermost secrecy by her parents.
As soon as she was able to pick up (or materialize, in this case), she was trained to anticipate all kinds of attacks, how to fight one person at a time or a whole group, how to conceal her own presence from her enemy and decide when the time is right to strike. She was content with her father teaching her the art of war and her mother quietly watching them.
One night, the gate of their home was kicked down and, in front of her eyes, her parents were executed on the spot. As her mother’s head rolled up to Cait's knees to show it’s last twitch, she stood up without a sound. As the guard near her raised his weapon to strike her down, he found that he couldn't draw breath anymore. He looked down and saw a few inches of steel prortruding from his throat. As he toppled back, Caitlaen was on the move to her next opponent. Not expecting such ferocity from such a small girl, they were caught off guard and were quickly defeated.
She then, after recovering from her rage, buried her parents and burned the house down, knowing that her safe haven was no more. And so, she went wandering. She learned how to survive in the wild and made money by performing for various kinds of audiences. After boarding a boat that lead her to another island, she met a band of rogues who were outcasts like her. They became fast friends in a very short time. And from there, she was taught in the ways of assassination, thievery and anything else she needed to know to become who she is at the moment.
Occupation/Job: Sword-for-hire
Interesting Facts/Quirks: Kleptomaniac: If it’s shiny or in any way valuable, she’ll get it, no matter what.
Hobby/Hobbies: Keeping her body and mind in top form (using various forms of athletics, juggling, acrobatics and so on),
Likes: Money, jewelry, people saying they like her hair, her best friends.
Dislikes: Aristocrats with too much money and too big an ego to share it with those who need it, guards, town patrols…pretty much anyone who thinks he’s got a bit of authority.
Strength: - Has a certain degree of righteousness and will help those in need if they absolutely need it and if they can pay for her services..
- If you manage to win her trust, considered yourself protected.
Weakness/Flaw: - Likes to drink, but doesn’t know when to stop. Gets very drunk easily.
- If anger overtakes her, she'll fly into a boundless rage, being unable to distinguish friend from foe and attacking everything in sight with all she has to give.
Anything else to add: I’ll add anything later on if it needs adding.
Roleplay Sample: (This has to be at least a paragraph. This option is mainly for other players so they can now if they are interested in your writing style.)
“We have to care of them. NOW!” Hendrich Swordsinger, the High General in the Holy Army of the 10th Legion, slammed his fist down on the table. The map on it and the many objects on it depicting various army units shook and became a mess of colors. The military adviser let out a squeak and was at the table in an instant, frantically trying to remember where all the pieces were and putting them back in the correct position. The High General began pacing through the room, considering their current position. No one in the room noticed a dark form, up high on the supports of the roof.
“High General, sir, we must first assess our entire situation before we can send any troops anywhere!” Lavelice, his lieutenant stepped forward and halted Hendrich in his pacing. “Our soldiers are restless. They long for a good night’s rest and proper food in stead of forced marches and spoiled soldier’s rations. We should take care of that first!” Lavelice pointed through a window towards the many tents that surrounded the castle.
“BAH!” Hendrich replied, as he stomped a vase off of it’s pedestal. It shattered into thousands of precious little fragments. “To HELL with them! I’ll march over to the enemy and take care of them myself, if I have to! As long as I have my trusty sw…” He stopped in mid-sentence as he looked to the spot where his sword lay just a minute ago. It was gone now. Then a cheerful laugh came from up high.
“Oh, you should see the look on your FACE, gent! ‘s priceless!” Caitlaen examined the sword. “Fine piece of work, gotta hand it to ya. Oh yeah! And it’s mine now, just so you know. You won’t be needing it anymore, anyway.” She said as she stuck out her tongue towards the military man who slowly became more aggravated.
“GUARDS! SEIZE HER!” He bellowed as he pointed towards the ceiling. But they couldn’t do much as Caitlaen stood up and threw a pair of smoke bombs towards them. The lower part of the room quickly became flooded in a gray/white powdery smoke and had everyone there coughing and gasping for breath.
“’nough playing ‘round.” Cait decided and used a rope to let herself down. “You know, gen’, you really shouldn’t shout so much. People might become a bit annoyed by it.” She said as she jumped on his back, quickly and quietly slit his throat and leaped off, already climbing the rope as the smoke started to clear. “Oh right, before I forget! Oy, you, soldier boy!” She indicated Lavelice. “Tell yer boss the Crimson Ruby said cheers!” And with that, she left with Hendrich’s sword in hand. Another mission completed.
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