Jule Balin (Zach's 1st Alt)
Nov 7, 2013 14:49:26 GMT -6
Post by Jule on Nov 7, 2013 14:49:26 GMT -6
Name: Jule Balin
Gender: Female
Class: Thief
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 15
Appearance: Jule looks like a typical half-starved street-rat: About five feet tall, rib cage visible, and choppy hair. Despite her petite build, she can run, jump, fight, and do all the things any burglar worth their salt can do. Just not for very long, because while she is agile Jule’s stamina is mediocre. Her face is kind of neutral looking, like someone who wouldn’t stand out in a crowd which is a good trait to have for what she does. Jule’s got eyes like an owl, and a small hooked nose to go along with it. There’s a scar running vertically down the left side of her face but it’s usually obscured by her hair, among other notable nicks and cuts. When Jule was little she broke her right leg, which never set back into place properly. Though it doesn't affect her athletic prowess, it's very obvious from the way she moves that she has a limp. She walks with a sort of dignified wobble and does her best to keep her head held high even if she’s looking down at something. It makes her look a little more imposing than she is, but not by much.
Clothes: Most of her old cloak has been torn to shreds by now, and what’s left of it barely reaches the small of her back before the patchworked bits and pieces start to fill in the gap. The end result from the years gone by is an unknown color that not even Jule remembers anymore, but it’s sorta green-grey now so maybe it had been brown? Underneath the cloak, she wears a simple grey farmer’s tunic that goes down to her knees. Black leggings and a pair of squashed looking brown leather shoes is her current day outfit. Her feet are pretty tough, to the point of not needing socks and simply walking barefoot if she can help it. Her clothes constantly get holes and rips in them and that prompts her to steal the best fitting clothes available. Good thing no one has caught on to her just yet.
Born in: Ostia, Lycia
Story: It was a miracle she ever made it out of Ostia in the first place. First there was the Etrurians, then the myths, and then there was the combination earthquake volcano. Jule’s father had been a tailor along with her mother, living in the capital itself. They weren’t really rich, or famous either but they got by. Their house had right up against the wall of the great city, and when the geysers came it was one of the first places to go. While her father had been napping at his workbench, Jule along with her mother had left to pick up wool at the market just before the disaster happened. Right as they turned back home the earth itself seemed to crack like lightning and knocked them backwards. The wall started to collapse inwards, and time seemed to slow down as she watched an entire row of houses fall to pieces under the rubble. Jule’s mother grabbed her by the hand and dragged the sobbing adolescent towards the gate where every other sensible person was running. They fought their way through the crowd and the soldiers as the entire city seemed to start folding into a pile of red goo miles below the surface. Many of the people that tried to get out were crushed under the debris or trampled by the crowd, but the two somehow made it out alive.
The trek across Lycia was a gore tour of just how many corpses you could fit into a country. The grime and monsters thinned out as they crossed the border. Jule had relatives in Bern, a place with substantially less death and destruction even if there was the whole dispute about the Rebellion. They almost made it the whole way too, before they stumbled into a recently dismembered camp of refugees with the predators recently finished dining. Jule escaped with only a scratch on her head, but her mother wasn’t so lucky losing a leg in the chase. They bandaged it up as best as they could but it was only a matter of time before the woman succumbed to her wound. Jule half-dragged, half-guided the both of them into yet another camp of refugees, who were thankfully still alive.
She was met with who else but her father of everyone she knew. He had survived just barely by climbing out of the rubble on the wall with a sprained leg and several broken ribs. He had hardly laid eyes upon his wife for a minute before she finally breathed her last and passed away. Nowhere to go but onwards, they buried her deep so the hounds couldn’t dig her up and legged it across the border into Bern where they stayed ever since. Or at least, where her father stayed. Roughing it came to her easier than staying in a stall all day threading needles and making clothes. She came with him to Bern and lived there until the fateful arena match where she saw the Green Wraith in person stab the Illian woman in the back. Defying her father’s wishes and her better nature, she ran out of the arena, filled a pack with all the supplies she could, and ran out of town looking for the illusive girl to perhaps...teach her or something While she wasn’t exactly thinking clearly in the midst of the battle between the dragon and everyone else, Jule’s gotten better at the finer points of thievery in the past few months since that day.
Gender: Female
Class: Thief
Hair Color: Blue
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 15
Appearance: Jule looks like a typical half-starved street-rat: About five feet tall, rib cage visible, and choppy hair. Despite her petite build, she can run, jump, fight, and do all the things any burglar worth their salt can do. Just not for very long, because while she is agile Jule’s stamina is mediocre. Her face is kind of neutral looking, like someone who wouldn’t stand out in a crowd which is a good trait to have for what she does. Jule’s got eyes like an owl, and a small hooked nose to go along with it. There’s a scar running vertically down the left side of her face but it’s usually obscured by her hair, among other notable nicks and cuts. When Jule was little she broke her right leg, which never set back into place properly. Though it doesn't affect her athletic prowess, it's very obvious from the way she moves that she has a limp. She walks with a sort of dignified wobble and does her best to keep her head held high even if she’s looking down at something. It makes her look a little more imposing than she is, but not by much.
Clothes: Most of her old cloak has been torn to shreds by now, and what’s left of it barely reaches the small of her back before the patchworked bits and pieces start to fill in the gap. The end result from the years gone by is an unknown color that not even Jule remembers anymore, but it’s sorta green-grey now so maybe it had been brown? Underneath the cloak, she wears a simple grey farmer’s tunic that goes down to her knees. Black leggings and a pair of squashed looking brown leather shoes is her current day outfit. Her feet are pretty tough, to the point of not needing socks and simply walking barefoot if she can help it. Her clothes constantly get holes and rips in them and that prompts her to steal the best fitting clothes available. Good thing no one has caught on to her just yet.
Born in: Ostia, Lycia
Story: It was a miracle she ever made it out of Ostia in the first place. First there was the Etrurians, then the myths, and then there was the combination earthquake volcano. Jule’s father had been a tailor along with her mother, living in the capital itself. They weren’t really rich, or famous either but they got by. Their house had right up against the wall of the great city, and when the geysers came it was one of the first places to go. While her father had been napping at his workbench, Jule along with her mother had left to pick up wool at the market just before the disaster happened. Right as they turned back home the earth itself seemed to crack like lightning and knocked them backwards. The wall started to collapse inwards, and time seemed to slow down as she watched an entire row of houses fall to pieces under the rubble. Jule’s mother grabbed her by the hand and dragged the sobbing adolescent towards the gate where every other sensible person was running. They fought their way through the crowd and the soldiers as the entire city seemed to start folding into a pile of red goo miles below the surface. Many of the people that tried to get out were crushed under the debris or trampled by the crowd, but the two somehow made it out alive.
The trek across Lycia was a gore tour of just how many corpses you could fit into a country. The grime and monsters thinned out as they crossed the border. Jule had relatives in Bern, a place with substantially less death and destruction even if there was the whole dispute about the Rebellion. They almost made it the whole way too, before they stumbled into a recently dismembered camp of refugees with the predators recently finished dining. Jule escaped with only a scratch on her head, but her mother wasn’t so lucky losing a leg in the chase. They bandaged it up as best as they could but it was only a matter of time before the woman succumbed to her wound. Jule half-dragged, half-guided the both of them into yet another camp of refugees, who were thankfully still alive.
She was met with who else but her father of everyone she knew. He had survived just barely by climbing out of the rubble on the wall with a sprained leg and several broken ribs. He had hardly laid eyes upon his wife for a minute before she finally breathed her last and passed away. Nowhere to go but onwards, they buried her deep so the hounds couldn’t dig her up and legged it across the border into Bern where they stayed ever since. Or at least, where her father stayed. Roughing it came to her easier than staying in a stall all day threading needles and making clothes. She came with him to Bern and lived there until the fateful arena match where she saw the Green Wraith in person stab the Illian woman in the back. Defying her father’s wishes and her better nature, she ran out of the arena, filled a pack with all the supplies she could, and ran out of town looking for the illusive girl to perhaps...teach her or something While she wasn’t exactly thinking clearly in the midst of the battle between the dragon and everyone else, Jule’s gotten better at the finer points of thievery in the past few months since that day.
