Úna Stuart [Mel's Alt]
Apr 5, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
Post by Una Stuart on Apr 5, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
Name:Úna Stuart
Class:Archer
Age:Nineteen
Born in:Ilia
Appearance:Standing at a measly five foot three Una is a blooming young woman reaching the peak of her development. Her limbs are slim, well built muscles rippling under the skin hinting at years of dedicated training and discipline. Wild flaming hair frames her face, bangs crudely hacked with a knife to allow the jade hues to peek through unhindered. The rest of the mass is tied up clumsily in the back of her head with a leather cord. Her cheekbones are high, a slim jaw framing lips affixed with a permanent pout. Clothing is simple, little thought being put in over necessity.
Personality:Quite possibly the most crucial part of Úna's personality is her is that she has no plans, and simply drifts along with what occurs. She's never rushed [except when there is a job to complete in the next few hours, and only then.] She has no goals for the current, no pressing need to meet any sort of lodging or food expenses, life just drifts on and she goes along with it.
Generally once she ignites it's rather hard to calm her, if it be from insults, other's doing stupid things towards another other, or simply a lack of judgement from one too many drinks. The latter is the best of the situations, the pint sized bag of fury easily coaxed into having another. Yet if there is no more drinking to be had then heavens help you, because there is a flaming missile of rage armed with hunting knives chasing you down the street, and if you set her off then you damn well deserve it.
She can be tactless, being straightforward and blatantly open the only way for her to function. There is no soft little cushions of affection, just a cold fist of judgement and reality.
Most of all when it comes to things she's passionate dedication brews, working tirelessly to achieve as high as possible.
Story:Like most people in Ilia the Stuarts had to turn somewhere for food, and Mercenary work it was. They lived among other families, parents leaving for months on end on jobs elsewhere in Elibe while their children trained and played back at base. Among them Úna grew up, hunting and gathering among the rest of them when money was sparse and the cellars were bare. Fighting was a way for her to survive, and once she was confident enough to shoot a bow with endless distractions about she began pitching in for missions as well. She travels Elibe between jobs with her bow on her back and knife at her belt, simply seeing all there is to see in such a short life.
Class:Archer
Age:Nineteen
Born in:Ilia
Appearance:Standing at a measly five foot three Una is a blooming young woman reaching the peak of her development. Her limbs are slim, well built muscles rippling under the skin hinting at years of dedicated training and discipline. Wild flaming hair frames her face, bangs crudely hacked with a knife to allow the jade hues to peek through unhindered. The rest of the mass is tied up clumsily in the back of her head with a leather cord. Her cheekbones are high, a slim jaw framing lips affixed with a permanent pout. Clothing is simple, little thought being put in over necessity.
Personality:Quite possibly the most crucial part of Úna's personality is her is that she has no plans, and simply drifts along with what occurs. She's never rushed [except when there is a job to complete in the next few hours, and only then.] She has no goals for the current, no pressing need to meet any sort of lodging or food expenses, life just drifts on and she goes along with it.
Generally once she ignites it's rather hard to calm her, if it be from insults, other's doing stupid things towards another other, or simply a lack of judgement from one too many drinks. The latter is the best of the situations, the pint sized bag of fury easily coaxed into having another. Yet if there is no more drinking to be had then heavens help you, because there is a flaming missile of rage armed with hunting knives chasing you down the street, and if you set her off then you damn well deserve it.
She can be tactless, being straightforward and blatantly open the only way for her to function. There is no soft little cushions of affection, just a cold fist of judgement and reality.
Most of all when it comes to things she's passionate dedication brews, working tirelessly to achieve as high as possible.
Story:Like most people in Ilia the Stuarts had to turn somewhere for food, and Mercenary work it was. They lived among other families, parents leaving for months on end on jobs elsewhere in Elibe while their children trained and played back at base. Among them Úna grew up, hunting and gathering among the rest of them when money was sparse and the cellars were bare. Fighting was a way for her to survive, and once she was confident enough to shoot a bow with endless distractions about she began pitching in for missions as well. She travels Elibe between jobs with her bow on her back and knife at her belt, simply seeing all there is to see in such a short life.
