Cheryl Evonne
May 24, 2013 17:28:21 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2013 17:28:21 GMT -6
Name: Cheryl Evonne
Credits for this sprite to Zacharia, who also helped me with this character sheet!
Class: Archer --> Sniper
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Dark brown
Age: 17
Born in: Ilia
Personality:
She has a warm and pleasant personality, despite everything she’s seen. Even at times when all hope seems to be lost, she remains positive and confident of surviving with her comrades to see another day. She has a way of trying to worm into the hearts of all whom she meets, spreading her cheerfulness wherever she can. However, sometimes the regrets of her past catches up to her and she prefers to remain in solemn solitude for what can be days at a time — only appearing for meals and battles.
Appearance:
She has long, flowing brown hair which is rarely seen tied up. Her dark brown eyes often shine along with her kind attitude. She tries to stay clean whenever she can, especially since she hates having to wear clothes with blood stains on them. She has a slim build, with just enough meat on her bones to look healthy and fit. A few light scars can be seen on her arms, where she had been hit by the bowstring by being too hasty to nock her bow properly in battle. She has a slightly tanned complexion, along with a small nose.
Clothes:
She wears light leather armor, which looks slightly worn and dirty hopping through all sorts of terrain to get the best aim on her target. She prefers not to wear arm guards simply because she thinks that they are too movement restricting when under dire situations; instead, she wraps a few layers of cloth around her arm for support. Her gloves are a faded orange-brown, while her boots are a dark chestnut brown. If it’s windy, she wears a short orange hooded cape. Her general battle attire consists of a faded red, yellow, and sometimes blue colour scheme.
History & Biography (Story):
When she was born, she was like any other mercenary’s child. Her mother took care of her at home until she was about six years old while her dad traveled the land, looking to earn money for the family in any way he could (particularly by selling his skills with the sword). As an assassin, his father worked in the most illegal of ways – earning himself a low place in society. It wasn’t surprising that her father disappeared one day, never to be seen again. Her mother reckoned that he had died and moved on shockingly quickly. Cheryl was around the age of eight at the time, unwittingly training with the sword to follow in her dad’s footsteps.
It wasn’t long before she was hired onto her first assassination mission, at the age of fourteen. However, when she was about to strike the final blow to her target, he whispered, “I’m the one who killed your father, Cheryl.” Without another word, she slit his throat and watched as he took his final breath. Then she kicked the corpse onto its back and burst into tears when she found her father’s cape secured tightly around the dead body’s shoulders. Taking the cape as a memento, she never willingly touched a sword again.
Upon arriving home, she washed the cape thoroughly and ripped it raggedly in half, taking on a new identity. She found an ancient but still useable bow and quiver in a nearby shop, saving up the gold she needed to buy it by running errands around town. By the time she had saved up enough, she was almost fifteen years old. The first few months upon obtaining her new weapons were dedicated to teaching herself how to use a bow effectively. It took her approximately a year and a half of hard work to finally master the bow enough to be of use to those looking to hire. She only worked for causes she believed in, discarding the bad memories of her past as she donned her father’s cape.
Credits for this sprite to Zacharia, who also helped me with this character sheet!
Class: Archer --> Sniper
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Dark brown
Age: 17
Born in: Ilia
Personality:
She has a warm and pleasant personality, despite everything she’s seen. Even at times when all hope seems to be lost, she remains positive and confident of surviving with her comrades to see another day. She has a way of trying to worm into the hearts of all whom she meets, spreading her cheerfulness wherever she can. However, sometimes the regrets of her past catches up to her and she prefers to remain in solemn solitude for what can be days at a time — only appearing for meals and battles.
Appearance:
She has long, flowing brown hair which is rarely seen tied up. Her dark brown eyes often shine along with her kind attitude. She tries to stay clean whenever she can, especially since she hates having to wear clothes with blood stains on them. She has a slim build, with just enough meat on her bones to look healthy and fit. A few light scars can be seen on her arms, where she had been hit by the bowstring by being too hasty to nock her bow properly in battle. She has a slightly tanned complexion, along with a small nose.
Clothes:
She wears light leather armor, which looks slightly worn and dirty hopping through all sorts of terrain to get the best aim on her target. She prefers not to wear arm guards simply because she thinks that they are too movement restricting when under dire situations; instead, she wraps a few layers of cloth around her arm for support. Her gloves are a faded orange-brown, while her boots are a dark chestnut brown. If it’s windy, she wears a short orange hooded cape. Her general battle attire consists of a faded red, yellow, and sometimes blue colour scheme.
History & Biography (Story):
When she was born, she was like any other mercenary’s child. Her mother took care of her at home until she was about six years old while her dad traveled the land, looking to earn money for the family in any way he could (particularly by selling his skills with the sword). As an assassin, his father worked in the most illegal of ways – earning himself a low place in society. It wasn’t surprising that her father disappeared one day, never to be seen again. Her mother reckoned that he had died and moved on shockingly quickly. Cheryl was around the age of eight at the time, unwittingly training with the sword to follow in her dad’s footsteps.
It wasn’t long before she was hired onto her first assassination mission, at the age of fourteen. However, when she was about to strike the final blow to her target, he whispered, “I’m the one who killed your father, Cheryl.” Without another word, she slit his throat and watched as he took his final breath. Then she kicked the corpse onto its back and burst into tears when she found her father’s cape secured tightly around the dead body’s shoulders. Taking the cape as a memento, she never willingly touched a sword again.
Upon arriving home, she washed the cape thoroughly and ripped it raggedly in half, taking on a new identity. She found an ancient but still useable bow and quiver in a nearby shop, saving up the gold she needed to buy it by running errands around town. By the time she had saved up enough, she was almost fifteen years old. The first few months upon obtaining her new weapons were dedicated to teaching herself how to use a bow effectively. It took her approximately a year and a half of hard work to finally master the bow enough to be of use to those looking to hire. She only worked for causes she believed in, discarding the bad memories of her past as she donned her father’s cape.
