Post by saiyuki on May 15, 2009 15:05:04 GMT -5
Name:
Clai
Age:
Somewhere around 17
Race:
She is thought by most to be human, but she is actually a half-breed of elf and human.
Physical Description:
Clai's appearance changes throughout the story, unlike many other charachters who seem to wear the same thing for weeks on end. Clai finds that disgusting. She has long hair, a rusty brown colour. It falls a little past her shoulders, curling in just slightly to frame her heart shaped face. Her eyes are green, not iridescent, but a jungle green that people tend to think of as pretty, but don't notice to often. Her build is petite, yet muscled. Spending years as a soldier and as an imperial spy have toned her body and kept her in top shape. Her skin is slightly bronzed, a slightly golden colour.
Personality:
Clai trusts no one. It is simply that her will to survive will not let her. She is used to betrayal, and is used to back-stabbing. She will do it herself, if neccesary. If anyone can change her, then kudos to them. She is very rough and willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants. She doesn't always think everything through, and is constantly getting herself in trouble for acting too brashly.
History:
Clai's history is of her own, and I won't spoil the storyline for you. When the moment comes, all will be explained. Though until then, I'd like to keep you guessing.
The group of soldiers trudged through the muck, their armor clanging loudly. If someone had wanted to surprise them and attack, there was no way that the soldiers could hide or escape unnoticed. The men were all stocky and fit, toned muscles rippling under their armor. Even though they all appeared fit and in shape, sweat dripped down their faces, and their breaths came in ragged gasps.
All wore sleeveless shirts under a coat of chain mail, leather breeches and a metal helmet. The heat penetrated the armor, one of the few enemies that the well trained squad could not keep away. Though their appearance was ragged, they were one of the strongest groups, able to fend off many times their numbers. They were all ordinary soldiers, just more skilled in one area or another than most.
Many carried arrows, spears, daggers and hammers. Few possesed swords, finding them blunt and unneccesary when other tools will do the job faster.
One of the few who did carry a sword, however, seemed to fade from their attention. He would slip between them, almost unnoticed. Soldiers seemed to look past him, without seeing. He was plain, someone most soldiers didn't care to know. And he considered that a good thing, because he was an intruder in this army.
And he was actually a girl.
Women weren't allowed in armies, people stated that they were too delicate and weak for such a job, and that the sighting of mass violence could do them no good, and would only cause harm to them in the future. Well Clai could say the same thing about many men that she knew.
She had been impressed when she first joined the miniature army, they were much stronger than they appeared. This was, of course, good news for her to hear, if only because the information could reach her captain before the squad did. Her hair fell in wisps around her, and she wiped it out of her eyes, her hand damp with sweat.Long hair wasn't unusual in these parts, so she was happy that it was unnecesary to cut it to blend in. Apparently, long hair was actually revered here. For that she was happy, the men who did notice her did not scowl in disapproval when they did.
If only they knew that she was marching them to their death. Would they disapprove, then?
Clai
Age:
Somewhere around 17
Race:
She is thought by most to be human, but she is actually a half-breed of elf and human.
Physical Description:
Clai's appearance changes throughout the story, unlike many other charachters who seem to wear the same thing for weeks on end. Clai finds that disgusting. She has long hair, a rusty brown colour. It falls a little past her shoulders, curling in just slightly to frame her heart shaped face. Her eyes are green, not iridescent, but a jungle green that people tend to think of as pretty, but don't notice to often. Her build is petite, yet muscled. Spending years as a soldier and as an imperial spy have toned her body and kept her in top shape. Her skin is slightly bronzed, a slightly golden colour.
Personality:
Clai trusts no one. It is simply that her will to survive will not let her. She is used to betrayal, and is used to back-stabbing. She will do it herself, if neccesary. If anyone can change her, then kudos to them. She is very rough and willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants. She doesn't always think everything through, and is constantly getting herself in trouble for acting too brashly.
History:
Clai's history is of her own, and I won't spoil the storyline for you. When the moment comes, all will be explained. Though until then, I'd like to keep you guessing.
The group of soldiers trudged through the muck, their armor clanging loudly. If someone had wanted to surprise them and attack, there was no way that the soldiers could hide or escape unnoticed. The men were all stocky and fit, toned muscles rippling under their armor. Even though they all appeared fit and in shape, sweat dripped down their faces, and their breaths came in ragged gasps.
All wore sleeveless shirts under a coat of chain mail, leather breeches and a metal helmet. The heat penetrated the armor, one of the few enemies that the well trained squad could not keep away. Though their appearance was ragged, they were one of the strongest groups, able to fend off many times their numbers. They were all ordinary soldiers, just more skilled in one area or another than most.
Many carried arrows, spears, daggers and hammers. Few possesed swords, finding them blunt and unneccesary when other tools will do the job faster.
One of the few who did carry a sword, however, seemed to fade from their attention. He would slip between them, almost unnoticed. Soldiers seemed to look past him, without seeing. He was plain, someone most soldiers didn't care to know. And he considered that a good thing, because he was an intruder in this army.
And he was actually a girl.
Women weren't allowed in armies, people stated that they were too delicate and weak for such a job, and that the sighting of mass violence could do them no good, and would only cause harm to them in the future. Well Clai could say the same thing about many men that she knew.
She had been impressed when she first joined the miniature army, they were much stronger than they appeared. This was, of course, good news for her to hear, if only because the information could reach her captain before the squad did. Her hair fell in wisps around her, and she wiped it out of her eyes, her hand damp with sweat.Long hair wasn't unusual in these parts, so she was happy that it was unnecesary to cut it to blend in. Apparently, long hair was actually revered here. For that she was happy, the men who did notice her did not scowl in disapproval when they did.
If only they knew that she was marching them to their death. Would they disapprove, then?
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.