Morrigan
May 24, 2017 22:16:26 GMT -6
Post by Morrigyn on May 24, 2017 22:16:26 GMT -6
Name:Morrigan
Class:Squire
Age:16
Born in:Capital of Ilia Enessa
Appearance:A short female warrior, a tad below 5 ft tall with bright purple eyes, having her bright orange hair tied back in a ponytail most of the time for training, keeping it down while studying. Her naturally curly hair reaches down to the bottom of her back, just below the waist. Her normal clothes normally consist of a long purple robe, unable to afford a robe tailored for her, the shortest one still dragging behind her, with her hands slightly hidden from the sleeves. Underneath the silk robe, would be a light chain mail, used to weigh her down to try and build up slight endurance, and to be ready for an emergency. She also wears a pair of glossy shiny shoes around the training grounds, and a rounded pair of glasses used to read the studybooks. In her training attire, she wears a suit of light iron, along with the chain mail she normally wears, a strap behind her for her lance, acting as a sort of sheathe, made out of leather that she had cut by hand. The Ilian crest placed on a ring she wears on her left hand during training, and her right hand every time else.
Personality:Is a hardworking girl, having a slight case of bipolar, she takes out her aggression during training, she's a normally chipper person, having a few issues conversing on topics that she can't relate to, but could hold a conversation for hours on something that interests her. She enjoys the stories of old, constantly going through and reading up on the 8 Heroes from the Scouring in her spare time, and empathizes with the Dragons killed in the war. She isn't much for studying books, but is willing to push herself to exhaustion in her physical training to compensate for her occasional attitude when stressed. When she's alone in training, or in sparring, she has occasional bursts of sadism, beating down the dummies ruthlessly until she can hardly move, without knowing why.
History:Born into the slums in Enessa, having been arrested multiple times for petty theft, she had tried to join up with a band of mercenaries when she had left the city, left near dead by a band of bandits about to raid the city. Saved by the Pegasi Corps and nursed back to health in the city prison, she had worked as hard as she could until she was eligible to join the Pegasus Knight training program, dispatched to a northern base far away from danger in order to train under the superior Knights. Has not yet obtained a Pegasi of her own, currently doing simple body building training.
NPC fight:Releasing the lance from the leather strap behind her waist, twirling the shaft between her fingers till the tip points at her foe, Morrigan would squeeze the reigns on the Pegasus tightly, the winged horse lunging forward as she tugs the lance back, thrusting it forward as the horse starts to stop, propelling the pointed tip forward towards the enemy, gasping from the enemy's blade sliding against her practice armor, cutting deep into her side.
PC fight:Having straddled into her pegasus, ruffling the horses fur gently before squeezing the Slim Lance in her hands, quickly trying to put her hair up before leaning down against the pegasus, lurching forwards with the lance overhead, gripping the weapon in both hands, forcing it downward over the enemy's head as the pegasus leans downwards, gritting her teeth as her armor clanks loudly.
Class:Squire
Age:16
Born in:Capital of Ilia Enessa
Appearance:A short female warrior, a tad below 5 ft tall with bright purple eyes, having her bright orange hair tied back in a ponytail most of the time for training, keeping it down while studying. Her naturally curly hair reaches down to the bottom of her back, just below the waist. Her normal clothes normally consist of a long purple robe, unable to afford a robe tailored for her, the shortest one still dragging behind her, with her hands slightly hidden from the sleeves. Underneath the silk robe, would be a light chain mail, used to weigh her down to try and build up slight endurance, and to be ready for an emergency. She also wears a pair of glossy shiny shoes around the training grounds, and a rounded pair of glasses used to read the studybooks. In her training attire, she wears a suit of light iron, along with the chain mail she normally wears, a strap behind her for her lance, acting as a sort of sheathe, made out of leather that she had cut by hand. The Ilian crest placed on a ring she wears on her left hand during training, and her right hand every time else.
Personality:Is a hardworking girl, having a slight case of bipolar, she takes out her aggression during training, she's a normally chipper person, having a few issues conversing on topics that she can't relate to, but could hold a conversation for hours on something that interests her. She enjoys the stories of old, constantly going through and reading up on the 8 Heroes from the Scouring in her spare time, and empathizes with the Dragons killed in the war. She isn't much for studying books, but is willing to push herself to exhaustion in her physical training to compensate for her occasional attitude when stressed. When she's alone in training, or in sparring, she has occasional bursts of sadism, beating down the dummies ruthlessly until she can hardly move, without knowing why.
History:Born into the slums in Enessa, having been arrested multiple times for petty theft, she had tried to join up with a band of mercenaries when she had left the city, left near dead by a band of bandits about to raid the city. Saved by the Pegasi Corps and nursed back to health in the city prison, she had worked as hard as she could until she was eligible to join the Pegasus Knight training program, dispatched to a northern base far away from danger in order to train under the superior Knights. Has not yet obtained a Pegasi of her own, currently doing simple body building training.
NPC fight:Releasing the lance from the leather strap behind her waist, twirling the shaft between her fingers till the tip points at her foe, Morrigan would squeeze the reigns on the Pegasus tightly, the winged horse lunging forward as she tugs the lance back, thrusting it forward as the horse starts to stop, propelling the pointed tip forward towards the enemy, gasping from the enemy's blade sliding against her practice armor, cutting deep into her side.
PC fight:Having straddled into her pegasus, ruffling the horses fur gently before squeezing the Slim Lance in her hands, quickly trying to put her hair up before leaning down against the pegasus, lurching forwards with the lance overhead, gripping the weapon in both hands, forcing it downward over the enemy's head as the pegasus leans downwards, gritting her teeth as her armor clanks loudly.