Kyra
May 31, 2017 0:30:27 GMT -6
Post by Kyra on May 31, 2017 0:30:27 GMT -6
Name: Kyra Greywater
Class: Novice > Myrmidon
Age: 16
Born in: Lucerne, Bern
Appearance: Kyra has long, light brown hair that falls down just past her shoulders, and green eyes. She stands at about 5'5", and weighs only about 95 lbs., with a lithe and slender build. She generally wears fairly average clothing, usually of darker coloration. She carries her father's sword with her at all times.
Personality: Kyra is generally friendly towards people she meets, and is usually willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. However, due to their occupation of Bern and what they did to her father, Kyra is less likely to put her trust in those of Ilian origin.
History: Kyra had a fairly average childhood being raised by a retired soldier and his wife. However, things became more problematic when tensions began to rise between the citizens of Bern and their Ilian occupiers. Kyra's father was one of the first in Lucerne to speak up, urging the people to assist Aidan's cause, and in doing so, he was attacked on his way home one night by Ilian loyalists and killed.
When his sword was returned to Kyra's mother, it was given to her to keep, as she knew how to use it decently due to sparring sessions in her father's free time. With the war now over, Kyra won't just let her father's old sword lie around collecting dust. Much to the dismay of her mother, she plans to leave Lucerne soon to find work as a mercenary, so she may put her skills to good use, but also to see the world beyond Lucerne, perhaps even beyond Bern.
NPC fight: Kyra gripped her sword in both hands, preparing to land a heavy blow on her opponent. Seeing an opening in the soldier's stance, she lunged towards him, slashing along his arm. Screaming in pain, the soldier turned around with his lance in hand, preparing for a swift counterattack.
PC fight: Kyra's defensive stance was blown back from the sheer force of the Ilian captain's axe blow. Even with her sword up to block, she had been no match for the raw power he had. Sweat, and a bit of blood, dripping from her head, she was faced with an ultimatum: Fight, and most probably die, or run, and live to kill even more disgraceful Ilians another day. With a weak grin on her face, her choice was obvious as she fled full speed into the nearby woods.
Class: Novice > Myrmidon
Age: 16
Born in: Lucerne, Bern
Appearance: Kyra has long, light brown hair that falls down just past her shoulders, and green eyes. She stands at about 5'5", and weighs only about 95 lbs., with a lithe and slender build. She generally wears fairly average clothing, usually of darker coloration. She carries her father's sword with her at all times.
Personality: Kyra is generally friendly towards people she meets, and is usually willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. However, due to their occupation of Bern and what they did to her father, Kyra is less likely to put her trust in those of Ilian origin.
History: Kyra had a fairly average childhood being raised by a retired soldier and his wife. However, things became more problematic when tensions began to rise between the citizens of Bern and their Ilian occupiers. Kyra's father was one of the first in Lucerne to speak up, urging the people to assist Aidan's cause, and in doing so, he was attacked on his way home one night by Ilian loyalists and killed.
When his sword was returned to Kyra's mother, it was given to her to keep, as she knew how to use it decently due to sparring sessions in her father's free time. With the war now over, Kyra won't just let her father's old sword lie around collecting dust. Much to the dismay of her mother, she plans to leave Lucerne soon to find work as a mercenary, so she may put her skills to good use, but also to see the world beyond Lucerne, perhaps even beyond Bern.
NPC fight: Kyra gripped her sword in both hands, preparing to land a heavy blow on her opponent. Seeing an opening in the soldier's stance, she lunged towards him, slashing along his arm. Screaming in pain, the soldier turned around with his lance in hand, preparing for a swift counterattack.
PC fight: Kyra's defensive stance was blown back from the sheer force of the Ilian captain's axe blow. Even with her sword up to block, she had been no match for the raw power he had. Sweat, and a bit of blood, dripping from her head, she was faced with an ultimatum: Fight, and most probably die, or run, and live to kill even more disgraceful Ilians another day. With a weak grin on her face, her choice was obvious as she fled full speed into the nearby woods.