Liah Feb 24, 2018 23:03:46 GMT -6
Post by liah on Feb 24, 2018 23:03:46 GMT -6
Born in: Ostia
Appearance: A young woman wearing light armor resembling that of Ostian nobility, her skin fair and her raven black hair long and flowing, she holds the presence and appearance of a noble when in formal events. Her armor, in actuality, was not very protective at all, more ceremonial than anything, granting the fact the only real armor she wears are gauntlets and pauldrons made of a thinner metal as to not restrict her movement.
Her face and body are free of blemishes and scars for the time being and she hopes to keep it that way the best she can, though she can not guarantee given her dedication to the sword. Her delicate looking face is adorned with amethyst and a beautiful smile that rarely fades, though the smile itself gets more aggressive in combat.
Personality: When at formal events she conducts herself in a manner befitting her appearance, that of a lady. She is polite and well behaved and rarely ever speaks out of turn so long as the other party is respectful.
When disrespected, even by someone of higher standing or treated with aggression she will return such commentary and insult two-fulled however. She has learned that social standing is only one half of what is needed to survive in the world, the other is martial prowess.
On the other hand, when challenged to a duel or found on the battlefield she acts as a warrior would be expected, a fierce and dangerous opponent that must be treated with care.
Lastly, when approached in private, whether it be away from the limelight or on the training fields or war camps, she treats all as equals unless they prove themselves to be worthy of praise... or disdain. She's a very friendly and talkative person who's described to be very approachable.
History: At a young age this noblewoman was known to have a bit of a temper, growing up she often scolded house servants whenever something was not to her liking, however, over time and with proper discipline these habits seemed to fade, until one day a noble of higher stature than her family simply shoved her aside.
At the time she was thirteen and she called him out. When he turned his attention to simply insult her for thinking she could speak against him she cursed his name and his family's. Obviously this sat well with no one.
Her parents prostrated and sent her to live with her uncle in Bern for a time. While there she again received a crash course in etiquette and manners as well as a few other things. Sick of this nonstop routine she snuck out and disappeared for nearly three years.
As that gap of time she was gone came to a close she appeared standing on her uncle's doorstep, prim and proper showing correct posture, manners and etiquette. However one thing caught his eye. A sword on her hip, when interrogated she explained she ran away due to the insufferable existence of constant schooling on how to be a noble. But she was captured by brigands just outside of Bern and was taken all the way out to a base near Bulgar. There she was saved by a tribe of Sacaean nomads who took her in. She nearly returned to Bern immediately but chose to learn to defend herself should more brigands accost her on her return trip.
Her grace and attentiveness, which was applied to everything she learned except controlling her temper allowed her to pick up on the art of swordplay quickly, and that art was what helped her curb her temper, as anger can dull a blade's strike.
Her uncle scolded her for running away, but after seeing how much her training in Sacae had forged her self-control in all things, he eventually dropped it. He did however take away her sword immediately and refuse to let her hold one for the duration of her stay.
Upon returning to her homeland of Ostia after a five year stay in Bern (and Sacae, which was left out of her uncle's reports,) she returned to her parents who were none the wiser. They marveled in her mild mannerism and praised her for being so ladylike.
Not even a week later the same lord found her and proceeded to instigate, questioning her about her absence though he knew full well. She gave a simple and blunt response, stating that this manner of conduct was beneath her and that he was not worth her time. Enraged he insulted her in a more barbaric manner, in front of common folk no less.
Upon receiving this insult she stared at him with a calm expression and spoke. "Pitiful, to fall so low to use insults similar to that spoken of a thirteen year old five years ago. It seems now you're the one who needs to refresh your Etiquette." and he took exception to that, drawing his blade on a noblewoman with little provocation other than his pride.
When a guard approached she simply held out her hand. "Do not sully your time with this lowlife, hand me your blade and I'll deal with him myself." she ordered, and with her being a noble, the guard listened.
They were both obviously charged for fighting in the city, however the guard spoke for her, noting that she was the last to draw a weapon, refused to strike a lethal blow and only fought defensively which let her off with only a fine, as compared to his arrest.
The fight went poorly for the nobleman all around and she not only disgraced him, but he disgraced his family. Her handling of the blade and situation, on the other hand, gained her family some prestige.
NPC fight: As the guard handed over his blade she spoke, her calm expression gaining a mildly aggressive grin. "Forgive me if I'm a bit slow at the start, it's been at least a year since I've held a blade." She said as she took up the pose taught to her by a sword-master back in Sacae.
The nobleman said nothing and attacked her, however, she was nimble enough to evade the first strike. Returning his blow she struck at the side of his leg to slow his mobility. It seemed her three years of intensive training were more detailed than the man's own training.
However, her skills were definitely rusty. The fight raged on for nearly two minutes and she had sustained a few wounds of her own, one of which would've been lethal if she had not angled her body just right. However, knowing the man was of higher status she enacted the 'death of a thousand cuts' routine and stopped a few cuts short of said death.
Avoiding all vital areas she struck with each attack to hinder him until he was incapable of fighting. However he refused to stop. After putting some distance between them she realized she'd have to strike a killing blow in order to stop him but instead ordered the guard to apprehend him.
PC fight: Griping her side in an attempt to slow the bleeding of her injury, she knew from the start she'd be at a disadvantage against a Soldier. She gritted her teeth a bit before smiling. "Too bad this wasn't just a sparing match, 's a fun fight after all too bad we have to end it soon." She said loudly, hoping to coax some sort of response from him.
Should he lower his weapon to respond she'd move in to strike at his arm in an attempt to weaken his offensive, however that would be hard to do given his armor. One precision strike was all she needed IF she could land it.
However if he would continue his offensive without batting an eye she'd evade to the left, scooping up dirt as she rolled on the ground to get a better position. As soon as her feet were flat on the ground she'd fling the dirt into his face and strike. Should this tactic fail she'd likely have to resort to fleeing. Fighting at an extreme disadvantage was certainly not her favorite pass time after all.