Post by Kami on Apr 5, 2015 8:24:09 GMT
▸ ARES✗ SEILUCHT
MERCENARY | DRAGON
NEUTRAL EVIL
"Things like Justice and honor? They don't truly exist in this world."
▸ GENERAL INFORMATION
NICKNAME(S): N/A
AGE: Twenty-Six
SEX: Female
SEXUALITY: Gray aromantic
APPEARANCE: Her height can only be described as 'average'. She is not short, but she is not incredibly tall, either. Her body structure is lithe and slim, however she does not lack power. This is partly because of her dragon blood, and partly because of the battles she is constantly in, and her nomadic lifestyle. Her job as a mercenary puts her, more or less, in the high class. Being such a risky (illegal) job, she gets paid quite well for it. She always uses expensive cloth, armor, and weapons. The sword she carries on her back was a gift from her father, however. Her casual wear is fancy and refined, which is off-putting when compared to her murderous nature.
PERSONALITY: She's an outgoing person, but only to irritate everyone around her. In truth, she's apathetic towards people and things in general, though she feels a certain disgust towards humans. She's very sarcastic and mocking, and most of what comes out of her mouth is not genuine. She takes some sort of amusement from watching how easily other people's emotions can be played with. Although she is a bloodthirsty mercenary, the reason many people hate her and dread having to be around her is her personality. It is rare to see her show her true emotions, and she often still has a grin on her face when angry-though she will definitely act on that anger.
HISTORY: Ares grew up in a continent different than Vasiliades, in a solitary house on the coast. Even though he was a dragon, her father was a high-ranking knight who, consequently, wasn't home often. Her mother was always staring off somewhere thinking, and would often get distracted and stop in the middle of her sentences. With both of her parents unfit to take responsibility of her, she practically raised herself, but she was always looking up to her father. She dreamed of becoming a great knight like him, and aspired to be as great a swordsman, too. After seeing her interest in swordsmanship, Ares' father gave her a sword he had forged in the city, just for her. "Use it to follow through with your desires." He told her.
Not long after he gave her the sword, the they were sent a notification of his disappearance. Ares' passion to become a knight only strengthened, reinforced with the will to find her father one day. She learned of the noble knight who took his place, and began to idolize him, as well. When she was of age, she left for the castle to join the knights. She was a prodigy with the sword, and thrived in the kings' army.
While on patrol one night, she saw her idol sneaking into an empty courtyard. Curious and confused, Ares followed him. He was with the captain of the knights, and they were discussing something. "Ahaha, well once you're gone, I'll be the next captain, right?" A chill ran up her spine at hearing that cold tone in her idol's words. The both pulled out their swords in a flash, but it was too late- the captain had hardly grasped it when another sword was planted in his chest. Ares stepped back instinctively, disbelief in her eyes. What happened to that noble night I wanted to be like? As she stepped back, her foot caught on a rock, making a sound. As the knight's eyes raised up, shining with bloodlust, staring at her, she realized- He didn't exist. It was all a ruse to get what he wanted: Power. He smiled and started toward her. "Ahh, what a waste...I can't have you walking away and ruining my plan though, can I?" Ares pulled out her sword, and her heart suddenly hardened. The fight didn't last long. Her prowess with the sword and the other man's underestimating her brought the fight to a close shortly after it began. He was dead.
As morning broke, several guards were brought by the commotion. They stared in shock at the two bodies on the ground, and Ares, who held her bloody sword and was looking down. The guards recognized her, as a fellow knight. "...What-what happened here? You didn't...kill them, did you?" She could have easily explained her situation, and she might have been proven innocent. But as she turned to answer them, she remembered a time when she was working in a small village. A boy was asking her all sorts of questions about the knights. He also idolized the noble knight. Remembering her own childish admiration, she looked up at them and smiled coldly. "...That's right. I killed them." Using the commotion to escape, she fled to the coast with a huge bounty over her head. Her mother was gone. Oh well. Imagining the many knights out for her head, she took a ship to the neighboring continent of Vasiliades, and established herself as a mercenary. Killing had no meaning to her now. As far as she was concerned, the humans had tainted the meaning of nobility and justice. There was no such thing as "right", and she no longer cared. She kept the sword her father gave her, however- In some recess of her mind, she still longed to find him.
AGE: Twenty-Six
SEX: Female
SEXUALITY: Gray aromantic
▸ THE SPECIFICS
ABILITIES/POWERS: Ares is a dragon, so naturally she has a dragon form. She doesn't change to it often, though, as her skill in swordsmanship is more than enough to best her enemies. Rather than brute strength, her fighting style relies more on speed and precision, which ends her battles swiftly.APPEARANCE: Her height can only be described as 'average'. She is not short, but she is not incredibly tall, either. Her body structure is lithe and slim, however she does not lack power. This is partly because of her dragon blood, and partly because of the battles she is constantly in, and her nomadic lifestyle. Her job as a mercenary puts her, more or less, in the high class. Being such a risky (illegal) job, she gets paid quite well for it. She always uses expensive cloth, armor, and weapons. The sword she carries on her back was a gift from her father, however. Her casual wear is fancy and refined, which is off-putting when compared to her murderous nature.
PERSONALITY: She's an outgoing person, but only to irritate everyone around her. In truth, she's apathetic towards people and things in general, though she feels a certain disgust towards humans. She's very sarcastic and mocking, and most of what comes out of her mouth is not genuine. She takes some sort of amusement from watching how easily other people's emotions can be played with. Although she is a bloodthirsty mercenary, the reason many people hate her and dread having to be around her is her personality. It is rare to see her show her true emotions, and she often still has a grin on her face when angry-though she will definitely act on that anger.
HISTORY: Ares grew up in a continent different than Vasiliades, in a solitary house on the coast. Even though he was a dragon, her father was a high-ranking knight who, consequently, wasn't home often. Her mother was always staring off somewhere thinking, and would often get distracted and stop in the middle of her sentences. With both of her parents unfit to take responsibility of her, she practically raised herself, but she was always looking up to her father. She dreamed of becoming a great knight like him, and aspired to be as great a swordsman, too. After seeing her interest in swordsmanship, Ares' father gave her a sword he had forged in the city, just for her. "Use it to follow through with your desires." He told her.
Not long after he gave her the sword, the they were sent a notification of his disappearance. Ares' passion to become a knight only strengthened, reinforced with the will to find her father one day. She learned of the noble knight who took his place, and began to idolize him, as well. When she was of age, she left for the castle to join the knights. She was a prodigy with the sword, and thrived in the kings' army.
While on patrol one night, she saw her idol sneaking into an empty courtyard. Curious and confused, Ares followed him. He was with the captain of the knights, and they were discussing something. "Ahaha, well once you're gone, I'll be the next captain, right?" A chill ran up her spine at hearing that cold tone in her idol's words. The both pulled out their swords in a flash, but it was too late- the captain had hardly grasped it when another sword was planted in his chest. Ares stepped back instinctively, disbelief in her eyes. What happened to that noble night I wanted to be like? As she stepped back, her foot caught on a rock, making a sound. As the knight's eyes raised up, shining with bloodlust, staring at her, she realized- He didn't exist. It was all a ruse to get what he wanted: Power. He smiled and started toward her. "Ahh, what a waste...I can't have you walking away and ruining my plan though, can I?" Ares pulled out her sword, and her heart suddenly hardened. The fight didn't last long. Her prowess with the sword and the other man's underestimating her brought the fight to a close shortly after it began. He was dead.
As morning broke, several guards were brought by the commotion. They stared in shock at the two bodies on the ground, and Ares, who held her bloody sword and was looking down. The guards recognized her, as a fellow knight. "...What-what happened here? You didn't...kill them, did you?" She could have easily explained her situation, and she might have been proven innocent. But as she turned to answer them, she remembered a time when she was working in a small village. A boy was asking her all sorts of questions about the knights. He also idolized the noble knight. Remembering her own childish admiration, she looked up at them and smiled coldly. "...That's right. I killed them." Using the commotion to escape, she fled to the coast with a huge bounty over her head. Her mother was gone. Oh well. Imagining the many knights out for her head, she took a ship to the neighboring continent of Vasiliades, and established herself as a mercenary. Killing had no meaning to her now. As far as she was concerned, the humans had tainted the meaning of nobility and justice. There was no such thing as "right", and she no longer cared. She kept the sword her father gave her, however- In some recess of her mind, she still longed to find him.
OOC NAME: Kamistasia (Kami)
RP SAMPLE: Vaus' eyes drifted down as he strode past the stranger. He pressured his mind to not dwell on his decision. The prospect of finally not being alone didn't matter. Being alone was the only way he could avoid harm to himself and others. He bit his lip and trudged on, burying his thoughts. He then noticed the sound of the man's footsteps behind him, and quickly glanced back, then straightened his gaze forward. Why..is he following me? Vaus began to panic. Does he know? He must have saw my hands, he must know, he must want to kill me- His heart pounded and he started to sweat. Then suddenly there was a shadow in front of him, and he jerked his head up and stopped in his tracks, almost running into....that stranger.
His arms were stretched out, looking as if he was trying to stop him. W-Why am I out here? Ha. If only that could be answered so simply... Vaus feigned a glare at the man. "I just am. Why should you care...?" He flicked his eyes away, not looking at the stranger. Why would he care? Is it all some ruse? ...Does he not know? It doesn't matter. Vaus mentally shook himself. It will never matter...