Bellator Tryn
Guardian of the Peace
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Age: 31
Kin: Unknown
Looks: Bellator Tryn is not like other women. Her figure is not curvy, or slim. Instead is it strong and broad, and her shoulder sare large and square. She is tall, yes, and her face has a hardened look to it. Her hair is cut short and is dyed an indigo blue, and her eyes show the same serious winter gray. Bellator's skin is a tanned shade from the sun, and she has multiple battle scars criss-crossing her body. Her bidy kanguage and actions show hostility and command, and her aura shows power and strength.
Personality: Bellator expects nothing of silliness or humor from her soldiers. Although she may encounter one that mucks around, she rarely smiles herself. She doesn't throw around her trust, so,ething she has learnt from before. She expects you to put your effort into everything you do, and if you don't she will get mad. The thing that is even more scary is that her voice never rises, she spits the same hostlity even if she is happy. Although the tones in her voice remain the same, in anger her body showns obvious signs.
Oddities: She has a weaker left arm. Although she still has power in it, her right side is considerably stronger. She tries to gain more strength, but it cannot have too much before it starts to throb in pain. Bellator is sensitive about this, and wishes to not speak of how she got it. How she did get it is when a building collasped, the wall fell on her. She twisted away but it crushed her shoulder joint and arm, leaving her crippled.
Rped by Tiga
Kin: Unknown
Looks: Bellator Tryn is not like other women. Her figure is not curvy, or slim. Instead is it strong and broad, and her shoulder sare large and square. She is tall, yes, and her face has a hardened look to it. Her hair is cut short and is dyed an indigo blue, and her eyes show the same serious winter gray. Bellator's skin is a tanned shade from the sun, and she has multiple battle scars criss-crossing her body. Her bidy kanguage and actions show hostility and command, and her aura shows power and strength.
Personality: Bellator expects nothing of silliness or humor from her soldiers. Although she may encounter one that mucks around, she rarely smiles herself. She doesn't throw around her trust, so,ething she has learnt from before. She expects you to put your effort into everything you do, and if you don't she will get mad. The thing that is even more scary is that her voice never rises, she spits the same hostlity even if she is happy. Although the tones in her voice remain the same, in anger her body showns obvious signs.
Oddities: She has a weaker left arm. Although she still has power in it, her right side is considerably stronger. She tries to gain more strength, but it cannot have too much before it starts to throb in pain. Bellator is sensitive about this, and wishes to not speak of how she got it. How she did get it is when a building collasped, the wall fell on her. She twisted away but it crushed her shoulder joint and arm, leaving her crippled.
Rped by Tiga
Lynette
Sworn Shield of Jolanda alberts
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Age: 27
Kin: Unknown
Looks: Lynette has pale, white skin with wispy blonde, golden hair, that oftens appears to be silvery white in light. Her eyes are an intelligent hazel, and although her figure is slim yet curvy, under her velvet skin hides strong and hard muscle. She is tall, and her limbs are slender and long. She has a few scars along her arms and mainly around her hands, although a deep and healed one runs through both of her lips. Lynette often covers her mouth with something, as she is quite embaressed by the scar. It was caused from her training, she accidently flicked her thumb the wrong way, causing a knife to fly towards her and wound her.
Personality: She seems fragile at the first sight, but her movements are like liquid steel. She is always quiet, words seem to be foreign in her world. She speaks with uncertainty but when she does, it is stern and harsh. Lynette always keeps to herself, trying to relax and have peace when she has free time. If she can't, she will always be practising, even balancing on posts or beams instead of walking. She may seem quick tempered and angry, but it is due to the tones in her voice. She tales her job seriously, and doesn't care if others get hurt in the way. Lynette would make an excellent friend, that is, if you stick with her long enough.
Flair: Lynette has a perfect balance, and can cross a river on a string of rope like she was flying. She uses this in battle, his her enemies can hever get to unbalance her.
Rped by Tiga
Kin: Unknown
Looks: Lynette has pale, white skin with wispy blonde, golden hair, that oftens appears to be silvery white in light. Her eyes are an intelligent hazel, and although her figure is slim yet curvy, under her velvet skin hides strong and hard muscle. She is tall, and her limbs are slender and long. She has a few scars along her arms and mainly around her hands, although a deep and healed one runs through both of her lips. Lynette often covers her mouth with something, as she is quite embaressed by the scar. It was caused from her training, she accidently flicked her thumb the wrong way, causing a knife to fly towards her and wound her.
Personality: She seems fragile at the first sight, but her movements are like liquid steel. She is always quiet, words seem to be foreign in her world. She speaks with uncertainty but when she does, it is stern and harsh. Lynette always keeps to herself, trying to relax and have peace when she has free time. If she can't, she will always be practising, even balancing on posts or beams instead of walking. She may seem quick tempered and angry, but it is due to the tones in her voice. She tales her job seriously, and doesn't care if others get hurt in the way. Lynette would make an excellent friend, that is, if you stick with her long enough.
Flair: Lynette has a perfect balance, and can cross a river on a string of rope like she was flying. She uses this in battle, his her enemies can hever get to unbalance her.
Rped by Tiga
Evanov Deliano
General
(Taken for plot purposes. Talk to Niitari about position availability)
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Age: 42
Kin: Ceeci Deliano (daughter)
Looks: He has dusty brown hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. He has the muscles of any man in the military. There isn’t anything very striking about his appearance. He is neither very handsome nor ugly and the only prominent scar he has runs horizontally through his left eyebrow and at times is not very visible.
Personality: Evanov is a kind man and has a good heart, but he is not soft. He welcomes a nice long chat with one of his soldiers, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to go easy on him the next day in practice. He does not insist in all the formalities usually arranged between a general and his soldiers: he does not require them to call him ‘sir’ or ‘general’ at all times, only when training, and occasionally he invites several of his soldiers over to his house for dinner with his family. He likes to get to know his soldiers personally, not just their last names. Every new recruit is invited to dinner at least once before his preliminary training is completed. Evanov want to know how their family is doing, what their favorite part of training is, what they’re good at and what they want to improve at and what they don’t care about. He tries to lead by example and help his men out however he can.
History: Evanov grew up in Valaire. He became a soldier, like his father and grandfather, and through a combination of talent and connections rose quickly through the ranks. He became the Lieutenant of the Bronze Host when he was 27 and was made general when he was 33.
Rped by Niitari
Kin: Ceeci Deliano (daughter)
Looks: He has dusty brown hair, brown eyes and tanned skin. He has the muscles of any man in the military. There isn’t anything very striking about his appearance. He is neither very handsome nor ugly and the only prominent scar he has runs horizontally through his left eyebrow and at times is not very visible.
Personality: Evanov is a kind man and has a good heart, but he is not soft. He welcomes a nice long chat with one of his soldiers, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to go easy on him the next day in practice. He does not insist in all the formalities usually arranged between a general and his soldiers: he does not require them to call him ‘sir’ or ‘general’ at all times, only when training, and occasionally he invites several of his soldiers over to his house for dinner with his family. He likes to get to know his soldiers personally, not just their last names. Every new recruit is invited to dinner at least once before his preliminary training is completed. Evanov want to know how their family is doing, what their favorite part of training is, what they’re good at and what they want to improve at and what they don’t care about. He tries to lead by example and help his men out however he can.
History: Evanov grew up in Valaire. He became a soldier, like his father and grandfather, and through a combination of talent and connections rose quickly through the ranks. He became the Lieutenant of the Bronze Host when he was 27 and was made general when he was 33.
Rped by Niitari
Bronze Lieutenant
Yellis Peregrine
Blue Lieutenant
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Age: 26
Kin: Unknown
Looks: If one word could be used to describe Lt. Yellis Peregrine, it would be "intimidating." Peregrine towers over most women and many men, and her tall stature is heightened by the threat of a warrior's muscles. She is very athletic, though she doesn't like showing it; strategy is her strong suit when it comes to war. Her medium-length auburn hair, which would make her look almost feminine if let down, is usually tied up neatly into a bun or pinned-up ponytail. The tight style pulls all focus to the dark beauty of her face, slashed with scars that she makes no effort to hide. Narrowed eyes, lowered eyebrows and lips pressed together often make up the constantly unamused expression she holds, and no joke or touching experience could crack that unimpressed frown. Her tanned skin is pocked with battle scars not just on her face, but along the rest of her body as well, though she's usually dressed up in neck-to-toe attire and armor. Most frightening of all, however, are her icy blue eyes. While most people's eyes seem to have a life of their own, changing with every emotion and expression, Peregrine's eyes seem empty. They look inhumane when she's ordering an execution and they look inhumane when she's watching over a wounded soldier. Her forever-poker-poker face doesn't earn her many friendship points with her soldiers, but she's not looking for friends here.
Personality: The first rule you must know: always address her as "Lt. Peregrine." She will not tolerate you leaving out her title, and may the gods have mercy on your soul if you call her by her first name. From there, she only gets stricter. Peregrine is... well, she isn't "mean", but she certainly isn't "nice" either. She puts no emotion into her daily interactions and regards everyone with an indifferent coldness. The self-confidence she walks around with seems more like arrogance, but it's seen as acceptable because of her position of authority. She has little patience and cannot deal with incompetence; new recruits are the bane of her existence, though she knows they're necessary. To her, war is not a fury-filled fight to passionately defend a country that one loves; it is simply a game, played by strategy and psychology and numbers. She grew up with the mind of a soldier but lives with the mind of a military expert. It is unclear what goals she seeks, both in war and in life. Does she truly love Valaire? Is she loyal to the government, or to her own admiration of battles? Does she care about her soldiers, or does she only see them as numbers? But people know better than to ask.
Rped by Filigree
Kin: Unknown
Looks: If one word could be used to describe Lt. Yellis Peregrine, it would be "intimidating." Peregrine towers over most women and many men, and her tall stature is heightened by the threat of a warrior's muscles. She is very athletic, though she doesn't like showing it; strategy is her strong suit when it comes to war. Her medium-length auburn hair, which would make her look almost feminine if let down, is usually tied up neatly into a bun or pinned-up ponytail. The tight style pulls all focus to the dark beauty of her face, slashed with scars that she makes no effort to hide. Narrowed eyes, lowered eyebrows and lips pressed together often make up the constantly unamused expression she holds, and no joke or touching experience could crack that unimpressed frown. Her tanned skin is pocked with battle scars not just on her face, but along the rest of her body as well, though she's usually dressed up in neck-to-toe attire and armor. Most frightening of all, however, are her icy blue eyes. While most people's eyes seem to have a life of their own, changing with every emotion and expression, Peregrine's eyes seem empty. They look inhumane when she's ordering an execution and they look inhumane when she's watching over a wounded soldier. Her forever-poker-poker face doesn't earn her many friendship points with her soldiers, but she's not looking for friends here.
Personality: The first rule you must know: always address her as "Lt. Peregrine." She will not tolerate you leaving out her title, and may the gods have mercy on your soul if you call her by her first name. From there, she only gets stricter. Peregrine is... well, she isn't "mean", but she certainly isn't "nice" either. She puts no emotion into her daily interactions and regards everyone with an indifferent coldness. The self-confidence she walks around with seems more like arrogance, but it's seen as acceptable because of her position of authority. She has little patience and cannot deal with incompetence; new recruits are the bane of her existence, though she knows they're necessary. To her, war is not a fury-filled fight to passionately defend a country that one loves; it is simply a game, played by strategy and psychology and numbers. She grew up with the mind of a soldier but lives with the mind of a military expert. It is unclear what goals she seeks, both in war and in life. Does she truly love Valaire? Is she loyal to the government, or to her own admiration of battles? Does she care about her soldiers, or does she only see them as numbers? But people know better than to ask.
Rped by Filigree