Post by lust on Aug 13, 2007 8:50:49 GMT -5
Name: Stera
Age: Unknown.
Race: Human
Physical Description:
Personality: Stera has no heart. She's ruthless, cold-blooded, sarcastic and sometimes just plain mean. She does love to joke though. She doesn't care much for others because they never really cared for her. Her nights are spent frequenting pubs, bars, really any place with good booze.
History: An unplanned child, Stera was abused from the start. Her mother made it clear she was unwanted. She was forced to sleep in the outhouse, fed from the leftovers (which was hardly anything since she comes from a family of 6) and treated worse then most slaves. Abused not only physically but mentally, she was told she should kill herself to save everyone else from their shame. She was born from a love affair gone sour and forced to pay for the sins of her mother and the runaway stable boy. The only one who ever gave Stera the time of day was her Step-Father. That is until she refused to sleep with him and he had his sons take her out and whip her.
Around when she hit puberty everything just got worse. She remembers being forced to undress and the cold air blowing against her face. A woman screaming at her. Laughter from all around.
Somehow she escaped all of that. Theres was a bed. A table beside it with a cup of water. She was in a room, it was warm. A voice asking her if she was ready for breakfast. She could barely open her eyes.
When she did finally come around she sat up to find herself in a sparsely decorated room. A cup of water on the table. She reached over and touched the glass. The water was cold. Someone was here recently. She got up quickly and ran out of the room. She searched the entire house and found no one. She saw a streak of light near the entrance. Laid before the door on the floor were 3 shining daggers. She eyed them suspiciously. She picked them up and ran out the door.
Who was there?
The question has plagued her since.
Present: Stera is unsure of her age since shes never had a birthday. She also never had a last name since she was mainly referred to as bastard. After that day she mastered the use of her weapons developing her own style. Completely unsure of what shes doing and where shes going, she wanders.
Age: Unknown.
Race: Human
Physical Description:
Personality: Stera has no heart. She's ruthless, cold-blooded, sarcastic and sometimes just plain mean. She does love to joke though. She doesn't care much for others because they never really cared for her. Her nights are spent frequenting pubs, bars, really any place with good booze.
History: An unplanned child, Stera was abused from the start. Her mother made it clear she was unwanted. She was forced to sleep in the outhouse, fed from the leftovers (which was hardly anything since she comes from a family of 6) and treated worse then most slaves. Abused not only physically but mentally, she was told she should kill herself to save everyone else from their shame. She was born from a love affair gone sour and forced to pay for the sins of her mother and the runaway stable boy. The only one who ever gave Stera the time of day was her Step-Father. That is until she refused to sleep with him and he had his sons take her out and whip her.
Around when she hit puberty everything just got worse. She remembers being forced to undress and the cold air blowing against her face. A woman screaming at her. Laughter from all around.
Somehow she escaped all of that. Theres was a bed. A table beside it with a cup of water. She was in a room, it was warm. A voice asking her if she was ready for breakfast. She could barely open her eyes.
When she did finally come around she sat up to find herself in a sparsely decorated room. A cup of water on the table. She reached over and touched the glass. The water was cold. Someone was here recently. She got up quickly and ran out of the room. She searched the entire house and found no one. She saw a streak of light near the entrance. Laid before the door on the floor were 3 shining daggers. She eyed them suspiciously. She picked them up and ran out the door.
Who was there?
The question has plagued her since.
Present: Stera is unsure of her age since shes never had a birthday. She also never had a last name since she was mainly referred to as bastard. After that day she mastered the use of her weapons developing her own style. Completely unsure of what shes doing and where shes going, she wanders.
I can't wait to see what happens with Stera. Hope we can RP sometime.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.