Svala
Dec 21, 2017 14:55:22 GMT -6
Post by Svala on Dec 21, 2017 14:55:22 GMT -6
Name: Svala
Class: Recruit
Age: 14
Birthplace: Ilia
Appearance: Svala is a petite girl with long black colored hair, and green eyes that seem to sparkle in any light despite being hidden behind her black-rimmed glasses. She wears a frilled dress underneath her armor, as well as stockings underneath the greaves. Her armor is predominantly black with a silver trim, while her dresses usually run in a variety of colors, with grays and reds being her favorites.
Personality: Svala is a fourteen-year-old Recruit raised by her parents to be polite, well-groomed, respectful, and educated. Though she does her best to maintain these qualities, her own natural clumsiness, coupled with her occasional obliviousness, tends to undermine them. Despite the resulting flubs, her overtly cute and cheery demeanor, coupled with an earnest desire to be what her parents wish, make her no less loved by those around her. She always gives her one hundred and ten percent, and is incredibly driven when it comes to succeeding at what she does, not letting any mistake stop her for long.
Surprisingly, though she manages to get along easily with adults, her peers in her age group show some wariness around her, with some even daring to say her clumsy and cute facade is but an act. When asked about it, Svala resolutely turns a blind eye to the rumors circulating about her, preferring to live each day to its fullest.
History: Left with eyesight troubles due to a childhood disease, Svala was not raised as a warrior by her parents, as was expected, but rather, they raised her for the social life, and with an aim to make her a desirable woman later in life. A woman would need to be educated and polite, and Svala found her waking hours mostly filled with lessons on speaking and with new books full of information, but not pictures. With their jobs as mercenaries not forgotten however, they left Svala alone with tutors for increasingly long time periods, instilling in her a desire for excitement and growth. One such time, and with grim resolve, Svala swore that she would learn to battle and grow as her parents did.
She began her own practicing in private with candlesticks in her room, and began coming up with ever new ways to get her tutors to inadvertently help her fulfill her goals of exploration and discovery. During one such outing she managed to coerce a tutor into, she decided to see what it would be like to actually fight someone, and decided to ask another mercenary to train her as a tutor. The man earned her parents' approval after a brief spar with her father, and thus was allowed to train her. For weeks, Svala trained with her tutor using practice weapons, and eventually qualified to use actual weapons for practice.
However, after losing to her tutor time and again after months of training with him, something in her snapped, and she redoubled her efforts, to the extent that the mercenary was surprised by the change in her battle style. During one training session, the bitterness and insecurity of not being able to ever succeed in battle coupled with her curiosity, leading her to mortally wound her tutor. Despite the initial shock of the event and what she had done, Svala found a level of fascination and enjoyment in the experience.
Finding meaning and fulfillment in the outcome, a proof that she could battle despite her vision issues, she took up her tutor's armor and lance, and applied careful conversation with her parents to convince them that her tutor died saving her from an attacker, and that she was inspired, and wanted to be like him. With their backing, she officially applied to train with local warriors of all stripes and solids. Keen on absorbing every battle tactic she can, as well as taking in all the sights and words around her, she can only grow from here. Somehow, the memory and rush of mortally wounding her tutor glued to her conscious, though it currently serves more as a potential fuel to her fire, than as a regret.
NPC Fight Example: "So, I need to stand like this? Got it, I do! Here I co-ah!" Svala's face met the floor with a crash and thud, leaving her tutor exasperated. "No. You can't bend your legs that way. It makes you trip yourself up. Haha, let's try that again!"
Picking herself up, Svala retook a stance, and this time, swung correctly. Her tutor raised his weapon to parry hers. "That was far better!"
PC Fight Example: "Ready? Here I come, I do!" Svala exclaimed as she ran straight towards her fellow Recruit. She had her practice lance held at her side, looking to pierce his armor with the attack.
Class: Recruit
Age: 14
Birthplace: Ilia
Appearance: Svala is a petite girl with long black colored hair, and green eyes that seem to sparkle in any light despite being hidden behind her black-rimmed glasses. She wears a frilled dress underneath her armor, as well as stockings underneath the greaves. Her armor is predominantly black with a silver trim, while her dresses usually run in a variety of colors, with grays and reds being her favorites.
Personality: Svala is a fourteen-year-old Recruit raised by her parents to be polite, well-groomed, respectful, and educated. Though she does her best to maintain these qualities, her own natural clumsiness, coupled with her occasional obliviousness, tends to undermine them. Despite the resulting flubs, her overtly cute and cheery demeanor, coupled with an earnest desire to be what her parents wish, make her no less loved by those around her. She always gives her one hundred and ten percent, and is incredibly driven when it comes to succeeding at what she does, not letting any mistake stop her for long.
Surprisingly, though she manages to get along easily with adults, her peers in her age group show some wariness around her, with some even daring to say her clumsy and cute facade is but an act. When asked about it, Svala resolutely turns a blind eye to the rumors circulating about her, preferring to live each day to its fullest.
History: Left with eyesight troubles due to a childhood disease, Svala was not raised as a warrior by her parents, as was expected, but rather, they raised her for the social life, and with an aim to make her a desirable woman later in life. A woman would need to be educated and polite, and Svala found her waking hours mostly filled with lessons on speaking and with new books full of information, but not pictures. With their jobs as mercenaries not forgotten however, they left Svala alone with tutors for increasingly long time periods, instilling in her a desire for excitement and growth. One such time, and with grim resolve, Svala swore that she would learn to battle and grow as her parents did.
She began her own practicing in private with candlesticks in her room, and began coming up with ever new ways to get her tutors to inadvertently help her fulfill her goals of exploration and discovery. During one such outing she managed to coerce a tutor into, she decided to see what it would be like to actually fight someone, and decided to ask another mercenary to train her as a tutor. The man earned her parents' approval after a brief spar with her father, and thus was allowed to train her. For weeks, Svala trained with her tutor using practice weapons, and eventually qualified to use actual weapons for practice.
However, after losing to her tutor time and again after months of training with him, something in her snapped, and she redoubled her efforts, to the extent that the mercenary was surprised by the change in her battle style. During one training session, the bitterness and insecurity of not being able to ever succeed in battle coupled with her curiosity, leading her to mortally wound her tutor. Despite the initial shock of the event and what she had done, Svala found a level of fascination and enjoyment in the experience.
Finding meaning and fulfillment in the outcome, a proof that she could battle despite her vision issues, she took up her tutor's armor and lance, and applied careful conversation with her parents to convince them that her tutor died saving her from an attacker, and that she was inspired, and wanted to be like him. With their backing, she officially applied to train with local warriors of all stripes and solids. Keen on absorbing every battle tactic she can, as well as taking in all the sights and words around her, she can only grow from here. Somehow, the memory and rush of mortally wounding her tutor glued to her conscious, though it currently serves more as a potential fuel to her fire, than as a regret.
NPC Fight Example: "So, I need to stand like this? Got it, I do! Here I co-ah!" Svala's face met the floor with a crash and thud, leaving her tutor exasperated. "No. You can't bend your legs that way. It makes you trip yourself up. Haha, let's try that again!"
Picking herself up, Svala retook a stance, and this time, swung correctly. Her tutor raised his weapon to parry hers. "That was far better!"
PC Fight Example: "Ready? Here I come, I do!" Svala exclaimed as she ran straight towards her fellow Recruit. She had her practice lance held at her side, looking to pierce his armor with the attack.