Ilyria
Sept 4, 2017 16:10:43 GMT -6
Post by Ilyria on Sept 4, 2017 16:10:43 GMT -6
Name: Ilyria
Class: Squire
Age: 17
Born in: Ilia - North of Arphen
Appearance: Ilyria stands at 167 cm with a fair build and pale skin. Her hair is caramel-colored and cut short, usually in the style of bangs. She looks pretty normal for a girl her age.
Usually she likes to wear a thick fur coat when it's cold in her home town. If it's warmer she usually wears a short wool sweater and matching pants. In combat, Ilyria dons a covering leather tunic and a metal chest piece with extending pauldrons and wrist bracers. She likes to wear leather boots no matter the circumstance as they are both comfortable to wear and practical.
Personality: Ilyria is usually excitable and cheery. She's always trying to do her best and make everyone, especially her parents', proud. In any situation, she likes to think things through and always be prudent. She doesn't like conflict, and likes to make friends with everyone.
History: Ilyria grew up in a small village in forests north of Arphen. This was a pleasant life where not much happened. Her mother was a active in the military for some time as a Pegasus Knight, for which she admired and dreamed of one day flying her own Pegasus in to battle. When she did finally get to ride a pegasus at the age 13, things did not go so well and she was nearly thrown off the creature, instilling in her a fear of flying. So instead she decided to take the theoretically safer mount in the horse. However she didn't abandon her hopes of being like her mother and decided to do odd jobs while helping out with his father's trading business.
NPC fight: Ilyria furrowed her brow, thinking heavily on her next choice of action. Stephen was a much stronger opponent then she was, and any frontal attack would most likely prove futile. So with her lance in hand she charged straight towards the much taller man, only for his own sword to easily deflect it and send her weapon flying across the room. However what Stephen failed to take in to account as that this was all a ploy. Ilyria quickly lunged forward some and started an upper cut straight onto her opponent's chin. This too was easily deflected and Ilyria was knocked to the floor. Stephen sighed, "You still have a long way to go before you can join the guards, you know."
Ilyria only grunted at her uncle and stayed on the floor, arms crossed.
PC fight: Now, this time would be a lot better than her fight with Stephen. Now Ilyria had a real weapon. Her brows furrowed in concentration. Her enemy ahead was smaller, but had a a whole lot more armor. She tugged on Gregory's reigns and trotted forward, soon coming to a gallop. Instead of the classic formation with lance pointed outwards, Ilyria held her lance in her right hand near the end of the handle, while her arm was extended straight. She leaned forward on her horse, and as she got close, prepared to make a slash the opponent would not expect.
Class: Squire
Age: 17
Born in: Ilia - North of Arphen
Appearance: Ilyria stands at 167 cm with a fair build and pale skin. Her hair is caramel-colored and cut short, usually in the style of bangs. She looks pretty normal for a girl her age.
Usually she likes to wear a thick fur coat when it's cold in her home town. If it's warmer she usually wears a short wool sweater and matching pants. In combat, Ilyria dons a covering leather tunic and a metal chest piece with extending pauldrons and wrist bracers. She likes to wear leather boots no matter the circumstance as they are both comfortable to wear and practical.
Personality: Ilyria is usually excitable and cheery. She's always trying to do her best and make everyone, especially her parents', proud. In any situation, she likes to think things through and always be prudent. She doesn't like conflict, and likes to make friends with everyone.
History: Ilyria grew up in a small village in forests north of Arphen. This was a pleasant life where not much happened. Her mother was a active in the military for some time as a Pegasus Knight, for which she admired and dreamed of one day flying her own Pegasus in to battle. When she did finally get to ride a pegasus at the age 13, things did not go so well and she was nearly thrown off the creature, instilling in her a fear of flying. So instead she decided to take the theoretically safer mount in the horse. However she didn't abandon her hopes of being like her mother and decided to do odd jobs while helping out with his father's trading business.
NPC fight: Ilyria furrowed her brow, thinking heavily on her next choice of action. Stephen was a much stronger opponent then she was, and any frontal attack would most likely prove futile. So with her lance in hand she charged straight towards the much taller man, only for his own sword to easily deflect it and send her weapon flying across the room. However what Stephen failed to take in to account as that this was all a ploy. Ilyria quickly lunged forward some and started an upper cut straight onto her opponent's chin. This too was easily deflected and Ilyria was knocked to the floor. Stephen sighed, "You still have a long way to go before you can join the guards, you know."
Ilyria only grunted at her uncle and stayed on the floor, arms crossed.
PC fight: Now, this time would be a lot better than her fight with Stephen. Now Ilyria had a real weapon. Her brows furrowed in concentration. Her enemy ahead was smaller, but had a a whole lot more armor. She tugged on Gregory's reigns and trotted forward, soon coming to a gallop. Instead of the classic formation with lance pointed outwards, Ilyria held her lance in her right hand near the end of the handle, while her arm was extended straight. She leaned forward on her horse, and as she got close, prepared to make a slash the opponent would not expect.