Armitage Apolithymius
Aug 22, 2014 3:36:54 GMT -6
Post by Armitage Apolithymius on Aug 22, 2014 3:36:54 GMT -6
Name: Armitage “The Enduring” Apolithymius
Class: Soldier
Age: 33
Born in: Lycia: Laus
Appearance:
Typically Armitage wears her families traditional heritage armor. The Apolithymius line has always been a family of soldiers and their armor has passed through generations and generations. The armor itself usually came in pairs, male and female, but recent events have caused the male counterpart to her set to be lost. One of her deepest regrets. The armor itself is shining silver and, beyond bearing the crest of her family, is fairly unspectacular.
Armitage herself is the model of a soldier. Tall; she punches in at about 5’11”. Fit; weighing in about 150 of nearly pure muscle. She always trained herself mentally and physically and it shows in the tones of her body. What some might view as unattractive, Armitage has practical muscle; broad shoulders, thick legs and heavy hands. She always had to give her training 110%. She doesn’t like to admit that the extra effort was to stay ahead of the boys in her martial academy, but it was.
To hear her age you may not believe it immediately, but if you took a longer look you’d see the weight on her shoulders, the darkness in the creases of her face, and wisdom in her eyes. Her body itself tells a story; Armitage possesses many scars on her body. Some reflect the recklessness of her youth. Others are from the turmoil of more recent years. Armitage wears her history proudly.
Personality: Cool, level-headed and collected, Armitage’s persona is the result of years of experience--forged out of the rebels of youth and the conflict of battle. Armitage was a tomboy growing up. Out of both preference and how her father raised her she was always one to play in the mud, push around the boys, and pick up sports. Emotional, a loud laugher and an extrovert, Armitage was the kind of person you would want to be around.
The way Armitage acts is almost split into two different peoples. Around family and friends, the ones she can let her guard down around, she’s affable, funny and a bit flirtatious. Whenever she’s leading a battalion or around her peers or someone that needs to be impressed she is pristine, professional, takes initiative, leads with a straight face and a hard attitude.
Overall, Armitage experiences the normal ups and downs of life. She holds no deep, dark secret. She doesn’t brood, often, or hold any deep resentments. She’s usually fairly agreeable but does sometimes work in absolutes. There have been a couple times that she has had to act harshly, or make heavy decisions quickly but these moments don’t seem to wear heavily on her shoulders. Not that she is ignoring them, moreso that her upbringing as a soldier, in a family of soldiers, has hardened her to handle some darkness.
Story:In her early teens she had a bit of a resentful streak; she hated her father for raising her like a boy when she clearly was not. She hated her mother for not raising her like a girl. She hated the military school that her father forced her to go to and she mildly disliked her father’s penchant for combat, of which he trained her in, in addition to her studies. We say mildly because she actually loved being able to defend herself and feel powerful, but it tied back into the reason she hated her father. She didn't want to have to know how to sword fight; she wanted to know what color hat to match her sundress. So, like most teenage girls with daddy issues, she snuck out of her home, drank ale out in the fields after the sun went down with her friends, went to bonfire parties without permission, skipped classes, slept around, drew on people’s faces when they slept, vandalized property, got into fights, ran from the patrol guards in town, and in general was a bit of a menace to society. Looking back on her younger years, Armitage would admit to a lot of embarrassments. But no regrets and nothing she would not do a second time over.
There suddenly came a moment in her life though where she stopped running from her families history and name sake. She became fascinated with old wars and dug into the history of her lineage. It was at this moment that Armitage learned that she was part of a proud family of soldiers that went as far back as anyone bothered to record. Her father, Claimh Apolithymius, took part in the Bern Civil War and many a fight before that. His father, Dekar Apolithymius, along with his mother, Selene Apolithymius, were figured in shaping the guard of Laus. While no one in particular went down in history as a grand hero, or had grandiose nicknames like “Dragon Slayer” or “Legendary Lord,” they were all special in their own way and were heroes to Armitage. In her last few years at the Military School, she finally took it seriously. She honed her combat skills and chose the spear as her primary weapon. The day she graduated Military Academy and entered the armed guard of Lycia, her father presented the heritage armor of the family Apolithymius to her as a gift. It was one of the happiest days of her life. And if you would have told her even 4 years ago that it was, she would have laughed in your face!
When training for the guard, something that other recruits would always remark on was her endurance. It always seemed like no matter how many hits she took she would keep on fighting, almost like a demon. Armitage would claim it was the pride of generations of Apolithymius supporting her. During training for the armed forces, Armitage did not make many friends. It did not bother her though, as it WAS for lack of trying. She wanted to be respected, envied and, if anything, feared. Something her mother taught her was that you had to be strong and powerful. So, Armitage was standoffish to nearly all of her peers, always pushing to surpass them. She spent a lot of time at the top of her class and graduated into the armed guards with high honors. It was this graduation where she was promoted from Recruit to Soldier. Not many graduates are promoted at their graduation; it was an honor Armitage deserved and accepted humbly. She spent the following years trying to set an example. Armitage was stationed in the guard at Laus and spent the next few years defending her home city. She was able to spend a lot of time at home and with her family and this made her strong.
When making new selections for border patrol, Armitage’s unit was chosen for the transfer. She was excited at the prospect of protecting her nation right on the front line but saddened by the idea of spending time away from her family. Her father and mother steeled her resolve and showered her with praise--nothing made them happier than to see their daughter rising through the ranks. After a few years on the frontier, Armitage got permission to return home for a short leave. Upon returning to her childhood home, Armitage discovered that her mother had passed. She did not cry at this news. Her mother was a proud, strong woman and had lived a long life. Armitage had become a desensitized to death; this was not the first she had experienced and would not be the last. Her and her father spent the next weeks very close. During her time home she discovered her father was ill also--a secret he had tried to keep from her.
Armitage tried to give her father some of her savings to see a priest but he brushed her off. He had lived a long life too and was honored to leave the name of Apolithymius to his daughter. It was during this trip he signed the house over to Armitage and gave her the matching pair of armor for a male; possibly for her heir when she carried on the line. Armitage left again for the frontier with a heavy heart. When she finally returned to her unit on the border of Lycia and Bern, the news had reached her that her father had passed too, shortly after she left. Armitage did not cry at this news either. She spent the rest of the day quietly, but with her unit and on patrol. Her resolve did not falter. It was during this time she was given the nickname “The Enduring” by her unit. Others would admit that a loss that great would break them, but not Armitage.
After that time, Armitage did not return home much. She commonly moved from one deployment right into another. Other generals liked to have her in their unit as she did not question orders. Not that she received many questionable orders from Lycian generals, but there were moments that her younger self would have repelled and dropped the colors of the guard altogether. It was during this time that Armitage began reasoning in absolutes. Given an order to kill all the bandits at a hideout was simple enough. When discovering that this hideout also hid bandit women and children, Armitage saw no difference. Collecting tolls from poor farmers with the use of a bit of force was not a problem: Lycia was a fantastic kingdom and living in it was a privilege that you had to earn or pay for. Armitage saw a lot of action over the next few years. Even during relatively peaceful times she threw herself into any assignment that she could test her mettle against.
Her nickname carried some perks; she would catch rumors from other soldiers that she didn’t sleep or eat. The rapid deployment she liked would cause other soldiers to comment that it seemed as though she was everywhere. In the small circle around Laus where she was recognized, her mere presence raised morale of her comrades. Armitage did not have many close friends; she moved around a lot and most held her in a regard that was a bit inhuman. Again, this did not bother Armitage. When Laus started to come under attack in the recent years, Armitage persistently requested transfer to her hometown. These were frequently denied; despite her nickname her commanding officers were worried that her attachment would cause her to act out. After almost an entire year, most soldiers were afraid to be in Laus, given the rumors of monstrosities and zombies. It was this desperation, coupled with a few pulled strings and old connections that Armitage was finally able to get transferred. She was given a small unit under her own command and quickly went to work trying to drive the darkness from Laus. The fights were long and arduous.
The first time Armitage was able to return home, she found it in shambles. There was barely even a frame left on the plot of land in her name. This did not bother her...at first. When she first saw the home she nearly turned and walked away before a jolt of panic rushed through her body. My father’s armor! Armitage’s mind turned into a whirlwind as she scavenged through her belongings to find the matching set of armor entrusted to her by her father. She searched for hours upon hours until the next morning. She turned over every scrape of wood and ashen piece of furniture before falling to her knees on what used to be her home. For the first time in what felt like lifetimes, Armitage wept. She cried deeply and honestly, for almost as long as she spent searching, before wordlessly rising to her feet and returning to her unit. From that moment on, Armitage was a whirlwind of vengeance. She was surprisingly adept at commanding a unit and took to it naturally. She tried her damnedest at stamping out the darkness surrounding her home town. The fight almost seemed for naught though as, no matter how hard she tried, she could not free her home from the grip of monstrosities. This mix of emotion in Armitage’s life would mark the first and last time she disobeyed an order.
Apolithymius was stoic when she was called into a war room meeting with her superior officers. It was one of the first meeting of this scale she was allowed to sit in on and was humbled by the experience. That is, until her direct commander told her her unit would not be participating in the next round of defenses for her home. She argued with a superior officer; yelling and generally throwing a bit of a hissy fit. Armitage was dismissed from the meeting with the threat of removing her rank and even discharging her from the forces. She stormed out of the war room. Whenever the other units were set to attack, Armitage gathered her unit anyway and entered the battle. She knew where the enemy forces were from the war room meeting and wanted to prove her worth. She charged her unit into the heart of darkness. This was Armitage’s first mistake as a leader. And would prove most fatal. The monstrosities that her unit faced in that attack were too great. Nearly all of her unit were wiped out on the first wave of attack. She struggled to survive before calling for reinforcements. Her commanding officer’s unit was able to respond and secure an escape route for her and the couple men that survived.
She was almost immediately discharged and nearly charged with treason for directly disobeying a commanding officer. She did not argue this time. Armitage did not sleep that night. She stayed awake during her entire final night in the barracks before collecting her belongings and traveling across the land. Over the next couple of years, Armitage worked as a sell sword. Near the town of Laus she could work off of the reputation of being “The Enduring.” Outside of Laus it was a bit more difficult and the morality of the work a bit more gray. It was not until very recently that Armitage returned to Laus. She found her home somewhat rebuilt as a gesture of goodwill from the soldiers left that still respected her. Armitage never stayed in Laus long after that. With the loss of her unit, family and half of her heritage it just did not feel like home anymore. Now Armitage travels the land primarily working as a sellsword and picking up some goodwill jobs; like teaching farmers to defend themselves, or defending caravans that travel the trade routes. Though there is some darkness in her past, Armitage generally stays chipper and just as happy to meet a new person as test their will in a duel.
Class: Soldier
Age: 33
Born in: Lycia: Laus
Appearance:
Typically Armitage wears her families traditional heritage armor. The Apolithymius line has always been a family of soldiers and their armor has passed through generations and generations. The armor itself usually came in pairs, male and female, but recent events have caused the male counterpart to her set to be lost. One of her deepest regrets. The armor itself is shining silver and, beyond bearing the crest of her family, is fairly unspectacular.
Armitage herself is the model of a soldier. Tall; she punches in at about 5’11”. Fit; weighing in about 150 of nearly pure muscle. She always trained herself mentally and physically and it shows in the tones of her body. What some might view as unattractive, Armitage has practical muscle; broad shoulders, thick legs and heavy hands. She always had to give her training 110%. She doesn’t like to admit that the extra effort was to stay ahead of the boys in her martial academy, but it was.
To hear her age you may not believe it immediately, but if you took a longer look you’d see the weight on her shoulders, the darkness in the creases of her face, and wisdom in her eyes. Her body itself tells a story; Armitage possesses many scars on her body. Some reflect the recklessness of her youth. Others are from the turmoil of more recent years. Armitage wears her history proudly.
Personality: Cool, level-headed and collected, Armitage’s persona is the result of years of experience--forged out of the rebels of youth and the conflict of battle. Armitage was a tomboy growing up. Out of both preference and how her father raised her she was always one to play in the mud, push around the boys, and pick up sports. Emotional, a loud laugher and an extrovert, Armitage was the kind of person you would want to be around.
The way Armitage acts is almost split into two different peoples. Around family and friends, the ones she can let her guard down around, she’s affable, funny and a bit flirtatious. Whenever she’s leading a battalion or around her peers or someone that needs to be impressed she is pristine, professional, takes initiative, leads with a straight face and a hard attitude.
Overall, Armitage experiences the normal ups and downs of life. She holds no deep, dark secret. She doesn’t brood, often, or hold any deep resentments. She’s usually fairly agreeable but does sometimes work in absolutes. There have been a couple times that she has had to act harshly, or make heavy decisions quickly but these moments don’t seem to wear heavily on her shoulders. Not that she is ignoring them, moreso that her upbringing as a soldier, in a family of soldiers, has hardened her to handle some darkness.
Story:In her early teens she had a bit of a resentful streak; she hated her father for raising her like a boy when she clearly was not. She hated her mother for not raising her like a girl. She hated the military school that her father forced her to go to and she mildly disliked her father’s penchant for combat, of which he trained her in, in addition to her studies. We say mildly because she actually loved being able to defend herself and feel powerful, but it tied back into the reason she hated her father. She didn't want to have to know how to sword fight; she wanted to know what color hat to match her sundress. So, like most teenage girls with daddy issues, she snuck out of her home, drank ale out in the fields after the sun went down with her friends, went to bonfire parties without permission, skipped classes, slept around, drew on people’s faces when they slept, vandalized property, got into fights, ran from the patrol guards in town, and in general was a bit of a menace to society. Looking back on her younger years, Armitage would admit to a lot of embarrassments. But no regrets and nothing she would not do a second time over.
There suddenly came a moment in her life though where she stopped running from her families history and name sake. She became fascinated with old wars and dug into the history of her lineage. It was at this moment that Armitage learned that she was part of a proud family of soldiers that went as far back as anyone bothered to record. Her father, Claimh Apolithymius, took part in the Bern Civil War and many a fight before that. His father, Dekar Apolithymius, along with his mother, Selene Apolithymius, were figured in shaping the guard of Laus. While no one in particular went down in history as a grand hero, or had grandiose nicknames like “Dragon Slayer” or “Legendary Lord,” they were all special in their own way and were heroes to Armitage. In her last few years at the Military School, she finally took it seriously. She honed her combat skills and chose the spear as her primary weapon. The day she graduated Military Academy and entered the armed guard of Lycia, her father presented the heritage armor of the family Apolithymius to her as a gift. It was one of the happiest days of her life. And if you would have told her even 4 years ago that it was, she would have laughed in your face!
When training for the guard, something that other recruits would always remark on was her endurance. It always seemed like no matter how many hits she took she would keep on fighting, almost like a demon. Armitage would claim it was the pride of generations of Apolithymius supporting her. During training for the armed forces, Armitage did not make many friends. It did not bother her though, as it WAS for lack of trying. She wanted to be respected, envied and, if anything, feared. Something her mother taught her was that you had to be strong and powerful. So, Armitage was standoffish to nearly all of her peers, always pushing to surpass them. She spent a lot of time at the top of her class and graduated into the armed guards with high honors. It was this graduation where she was promoted from Recruit to Soldier. Not many graduates are promoted at their graduation; it was an honor Armitage deserved and accepted humbly. She spent the following years trying to set an example. Armitage was stationed in the guard at Laus and spent the next few years defending her home city. She was able to spend a lot of time at home and with her family and this made her strong.
When making new selections for border patrol, Armitage’s unit was chosen for the transfer. She was excited at the prospect of protecting her nation right on the front line but saddened by the idea of spending time away from her family. Her father and mother steeled her resolve and showered her with praise--nothing made them happier than to see their daughter rising through the ranks. After a few years on the frontier, Armitage got permission to return home for a short leave. Upon returning to her childhood home, Armitage discovered that her mother had passed. She did not cry at this news. Her mother was a proud, strong woman and had lived a long life. Armitage had become a desensitized to death; this was not the first she had experienced and would not be the last. Her and her father spent the next weeks very close. During her time home she discovered her father was ill also--a secret he had tried to keep from her.
Armitage tried to give her father some of her savings to see a priest but he brushed her off. He had lived a long life too and was honored to leave the name of Apolithymius to his daughter. It was during this trip he signed the house over to Armitage and gave her the matching pair of armor for a male; possibly for her heir when she carried on the line. Armitage left again for the frontier with a heavy heart. When she finally returned to her unit on the border of Lycia and Bern, the news had reached her that her father had passed too, shortly after she left. Armitage did not cry at this news either. She spent the rest of the day quietly, but with her unit and on patrol. Her resolve did not falter. It was during this time she was given the nickname “The Enduring” by her unit. Others would admit that a loss that great would break them, but not Armitage.
After that time, Armitage did not return home much. She commonly moved from one deployment right into another. Other generals liked to have her in their unit as she did not question orders. Not that she received many questionable orders from Lycian generals, but there were moments that her younger self would have repelled and dropped the colors of the guard altogether. It was during this time that Armitage began reasoning in absolutes. Given an order to kill all the bandits at a hideout was simple enough. When discovering that this hideout also hid bandit women and children, Armitage saw no difference. Collecting tolls from poor farmers with the use of a bit of force was not a problem: Lycia was a fantastic kingdom and living in it was a privilege that you had to earn or pay for. Armitage saw a lot of action over the next few years. Even during relatively peaceful times she threw herself into any assignment that she could test her mettle against.
Her nickname carried some perks; she would catch rumors from other soldiers that she didn’t sleep or eat. The rapid deployment she liked would cause other soldiers to comment that it seemed as though she was everywhere. In the small circle around Laus where she was recognized, her mere presence raised morale of her comrades. Armitage did not have many close friends; she moved around a lot and most held her in a regard that was a bit inhuman. Again, this did not bother Armitage. When Laus started to come under attack in the recent years, Armitage persistently requested transfer to her hometown. These were frequently denied; despite her nickname her commanding officers were worried that her attachment would cause her to act out. After almost an entire year, most soldiers were afraid to be in Laus, given the rumors of monstrosities and zombies. It was this desperation, coupled with a few pulled strings and old connections that Armitage was finally able to get transferred. She was given a small unit under her own command and quickly went to work trying to drive the darkness from Laus. The fights were long and arduous.
The first time Armitage was able to return home, she found it in shambles. There was barely even a frame left on the plot of land in her name. This did not bother her...at first. When she first saw the home she nearly turned and walked away before a jolt of panic rushed through her body. My father’s armor! Armitage’s mind turned into a whirlwind as she scavenged through her belongings to find the matching set of armor entrusted to her by her father. She searched for hours upon hours until the next morning. She turned over every scrape of wood and ashen piece of furniture before falling to her knees on what used to be her home. For the first time in what felt like lifetimes, Armitage wept. She cried deeply and honestly, for almost as long as she spent searching, before wordlessly rising to her feet and returning to her unit. From that moment on, Armitage was a whirlwind of vengeance. She was surprisingly adept at commanding a unit and took to it naturally. She tried her damnedest at stamping out the darkness surrounding her home town. The fight almost seemed for naught though as, no matter how hard she tried, she could not free her home from the grip of monstrosities. This mix of emotion in Armitage’s life would mark the first and last time she disobeyed an order.
Apolithymius was stoic when she was called into a war room meeting with her superior officers. It was one of the first meeting of this scale she was allowed to sit in on and was humbled by the experience. That is, until her direct commander told her her unit would not be participating in the next round of defenses for her home. She argued with a superior officer; yelling and generally throwing a bit of a hissy fit. Armitage was dismissed from the meeting with the threat of removing her rank and even discharging her from the forces. She stormed out of the war room. Whenever the other units were set to attack, Armitage gathered her unit anyway and entered the battle. She knew where the enemy forces were from the war room meeting and wanted to prove her worth. She charged her unit into the heart of darkness. This was Armitage’s first mistake as a leader. And would prove most fatal. The monstrosities that her unit faced in that attack were too great. Nearly all of her unit were wiped out on the first wave of attack. She struggled to survive before calling for reinforcements. Her commanding officer’s unit was able to respond and secure an escape route for her and the couple men that survived.
She was almost immediately discharged and nearly charged with treason for directly disobeying a commanding officer. She did not argue this time. Armitage did not sleep that night. She stayed awake during her entire final night in the barracks before collecting her belongings and traveling across the land. Over the next couple of years, Armitage worked as a sell sword. Near the town of Laus she could work off of the reputation of being “The Enduring.” Outside of Laus it was a bit more difficult and the morality of the work a bit more gray. It was not until very recently that Armitage returned to Laus. She found her home somewhat rebuilt as a gesture of goodwill from the soldiers left that still respected her. Armitage never stayed in Laus long after that. With the loss of her unit, family and half of her heritage it just did not feel like home anymore. Now Armitage travels the land primarily working as a sellsword and picking up some goodwill jobs; like teaching farmers to defend themselves, or defending caravans that travel the trade routes. Though there is some darkness in her past, Armitage generally stays chipper and just as happy to meet a new person as test their will in a duel.
