Irisvielle Shou
May 16, 2015 0:21:26 GMT -6
Post by Irisvielle Shou on May 16, 2015 0:21:26 GMT -6
Name: Irisvielle Shou
Class: Recruit
Age: 16
Born in: Lycia
Appearance: Irisvielle is quite the peculiar girl who has long since concealed her true identity. She has short blonde hair trimmed to give off the presence of a male unfortunately her usual bandaged garb and and a red cloak to further conceal her feminine physique. Beneath her garb she wears tan baggy pants to further finish her outfit. She also has pale smooth skin.
Personality: Irisvielle was raised in a misguided family with numerous stepbrothers who both adored and teased her making it a difficult childhood. As a baby she always insisted helping her brother out on the field, but all of the older ones always insisted she remain by the house so she wouldn’t burn or break a fingernail. This constant babying slowly began to wear thin her patience with them causing her to develop a short fuse to those who think of her less as a warrior and more as girl. As a whole she take on a tomboyish persona with an equally harsh attitude that is willing to throw out insults that would have sent her grandmother to an early grave, if she hadn’t died from a lung disease.
Although she generally rides on a high horse of superiority to those about her, Irisvielle is particularly afraid of combat always fearing a mistake that would leave her at the mercy of her foe. The concept of being helpless and begging for her life is what continues to drive her to becoming a stronger soldier.
Story: The Shou family was quite fortunate Irisvielle’s father was twice married who bore him five sons each of whom began their works on the farm by the age of five with the simple roles of planting the seed for the next harvest. Maxwell, Lucien, Charles, Leonard, and Simon each of them the epitome of masculinity by the age of fourteen. Shortly after his fifth son was born tragically with the death of his wife who died while giving birth to Simon. The grieving man walked like the undead for the next couple of months till a nobleman who seeked to gain control of the agricultural business through means of this unfortunate soul married off his eldest daughter to the Jarvin, Irisveille’s father. An already well off farming family was now in league with one of the minor kind of nobility through public relations which further developed when they gave birth to a daughter, Irisvielle.
The nobleman believed that this granddaughter was going to be the heiress of his great and noble estate and thus he left in the circumstances that he were to die the entire state and wealth he earned to her. Unfortunately for the entirety of the family settling down and marrying for comfort was not part of Irisvielle’s dreams. Born and raised out on the farm she developed a strong muscular tone in order to compete with all of her older brothers who use to tease her for being a pretty princess that would never work a day in her life. She often joked back then that one day she was going to grow up into the greatest warrior that Lycia had ever seen. Although she was merely an adolescent child at that point she had been developing the skills she would later need in finding an apprenticeship as a recruiter to the military. Before she could run off and join the army though she needed a bit of inspiration to leave the old ranch.
At the age of fourteen Irisvielle faced the lousy ideals of succession and family pride. Her grandfather passed away leaving them behind with a glamorous funeral to attend as well as an entire estate to deal with. The verdict was quite simple, Irisvieille and her mother both moved back to the manner as the females of the house had no business to scorch among the rest of the family. Aggravated by this she began to argue with her parents telling them it wasn’t fair that they were treating her this way. Spending an entire year basically held prisoner in her own mansion she began hatching her brilliant escape. In her bedroom Irisvielle often asked her maid to assist her in finding manners to preoccupy herself, the most prevalent was being self-defense lesson. She primarily practiced with a large wooden staff but honed her focus on wielding it as lance and less like a club as she enjoyed the concept of stabbing opposed to swinging. Fed up she finally walked out of the manner without turning about to check if anyone cared.
By the age of fifteen she had met a dear friend of hers back at the ranch who was joining the army for Lycia. Intrigued she demanded to tag along merely so they could practice in private. She wasn’t a prodigy for sure and her skills were practically nil but her perseverance kept driving her forward till she finally reached the low rank she wears today. Recruit.
Class: Recruit
Age: 16
Born in: Lycia
Appearance: Irisvielle is quite the peculiar girl who has long since concealed her true identity. She has short blonde hair trimmed to give off the presence of a male unfortunately her usual bandaged garb and and a red cloak to further conceal her feminine physique. Beneath her garb she wears tan baggy pants to further finish her outfit. She also has pale smooth skin.
Personality: Irisvielle was raised in a misguided family with numerous stepbrothers who both adored and teased her making it a difficult childhood. As a baby she always insisted helping her brother out on the field, but all of the older ones always insisted she remain by the house so she wouldn’t burn or break a fingernail. This constant babying slowly began to wear thin her patience with them causing her to develop a short fuse to those who think of her less as a warrior and more as girl. As a whole she take on a tomboyish persona with an equally harsh attitude that is willing to throw out insults that would have sent her grandmother to an early grave, if she hadn’t died from a lung disease.
Although she generally rides on a high horse of superiority to those about her, Irisvielle is particularly afraid of combat always fearing a mistake that would leave her at the mercy of her foe. The concept of being helpless and begging for her life is what continues to drive her to becoming a stronger soldier.
Story: The Shou family was quite fortunate Irisvielle’s father was twice married who bore him five sons each of whom began their works on the farm by the age of five with the simple roles of planting the seed for the next harvest. Maxwell, Lucien, Charles, Leonard, and Simon each of them the epitome of masculinity by the age of fourteen. Shortly after his fifth son was born tragically with the death of his wife who died while giving birth to Simon. The grieving man walked like the undead for the next couple of months till a nobleman who seeked to gain control of the agricultural business through means of this unfortunate soul married off his eldest daughter to the Jarvin, Irisveille’s father. An already well off farming family was now in league with one of the minor kind of nobility through public relations which further developed when they gave birth to a daughter, Irisvielle.
The nobleman believed that this granddaughter was going to be the heiress of his great and noble estate and thus he left in the circumstances that he were to die the entire state and wealth he earned to her. Unfortunately for the entirety of the family settling down and marrying for comfort was not part of Irisvielle’s dreams. Born and raised out on the farm she developed a strong muscular tone in order to compete with all of her older brothers who use to tease her for being a pretty princess that would never work a day in her life. She often joked back then that one day she was going to grow up into the greatest warrior that Lycia had ever seen. Although she was merely an adolescent child at that point she had been developing the skills she would later need in finding an apprenticeship as a recruiter to the military. Before she could run off and join the army though she needed a bit of inspiration to leave the old ranch.
At the age of fourteen Irisvielle faced the lousy ideals of succession and family pride. Her grandfather passed away leaving them behind with a glamorous funeral to attend as well as an entire estate to deal with. The verdict was quite simple, Irisvieille and her mother both moved back to the manner as the females of the house had no business to scorch among the rest of the family. Aggravated by this she began to argue with her parents telling them it wasn’t fair that they were treating her this way. Spending an entire year basically held prisoner in her own mansion she began hatching her brilliant escape. In her bedroom Irisvielle often asked her maid to assist her in finding manners to preoccupy herself, the most prevalent was being self-defense lesson. She primarily practiced with a large wooden staff but honed her focus on wielding it as lance and less like a club as she enjoyed the concept of stabbing opposed to swinging. Fed up she finally walked out of the manner without turning about to check if anyone cared.
By the age of fifteen she had met a dear friend of hers back at the ranch who was joining the army for Lycia. Intrigued she demanded to tag along merely so they could practice in private. She wasn’t a prodigy for sure and her skills were practically nil but her perseverance kept driving her forward till she finally reached the low rank she wears today. Recruit.
