Marle
Aug 4, 2009 1:32:55 GMT -6
Post by Marle Daviau on Aug 4, 2009 1:32:55 GMT -6
Name: Marle Daviau
Class: Recruit -> Knight -> General
Hair Color: Tawny
Eye Color: Green
Age: 18
Appearance: Standing at the height of 5'9, a deceptively strong looking girl with clean, smooth skin. Always with a look of resolve and determination, boasting a powerful image with the heavy plate armor she adorns.
Clothes: Light blue coloured plate armor, adorning the full of the body from head to toe, adorned with yellow detailing in full. Under the armor, simple clothes of dark blue cotton pants and a white button up blouse with a blue rose crest shadowed by a golden shield on the collar, makes up for the clothes to relax in with the armor off. Also worth mentioning, a small bag she keeps harnessed to her back, holding items of relevence such as flint for starting a fire, and a journal.
Born in: A small remote village northeast of Arphen, hidden by the surrounding forest, two days away in distance; Ilia
Story: Being the daughter of a village councilman wasn't easy. There were always standards to follow, rules to adhere to, and manners to play to. It was beyond her. Ever since she was a little girl, she knew her life was elsewhere. At the young age of 5, her life was already preplanned for her, right down the husband she would marry. Every day of her life, she would be reminded of her role to play in the village, a carpenter's wife. Marle wasn't like the other girls where she grew up. She never played with them, and instead played with the boys, despite their rough housing. Always coming home with some sort of bruise or cut somewhere on her body, constantly scolded by her mother not to be so rambunctious. All in all, the childhood was normal in all sense.
The only trouble was when she was leaving her village to train to become a knight in the city of Arphen. It was when she was 15 that she decided this for herself. She disliked the whole maiden aspect, and wanted to be someone who could protect them-self if need be. She wasn't scared, in fact, she was excited, almost anxious, every day that passed by, grew closer to when she should travel to Arphen. her parents had finally succumbed to the idea of their daughter becoming a knight, but cut her a deal, saying she could not travel until she was of the age of 17. This was more than fair in her eyes, and gave her a full year to do what training she could while in the village. To get her strength up, she helped with one of her father's friends at the lumber mill when there was work to be done, as well as at the local smiths.
While working for the blacksmith, whom was named Geoffry, she learned that he had also been in service for quite some time, and had quit his services as a cavalier a few years after her birth. The two shared much together, though it was more give than take on Geoffry's part, since Marle berated him with questions, wanting to know what the world was like outside of this small village where she had not ever gone out of, except for the few hikes she would take now and then. The relationship the two had were strong, and served to be fruitful.
The day had come to finally leave the village, and Marle wasn't as pleased as she once was, her regular tomboy-like attitude left her as she said her goodbyes to her parents, embracing them, and sharing her love, as well as anxiousness and fear of leaving home, but the first step of adulthood had to be taken, and so she left, looking back once, and only once.
The training was stressful and difficult, it wasn't as quick as she had thought it would be. It took her a little less than a year to fully complete the necessary training, to get her strong enough to handle the outside world, and the final task that was laid before her was now to travel the world, as a recruit, and gain experience she could provide to becoming a knight. With Lance in hand, and travel bag on her back, she exited the gates to brace the world unknown to her.