Post by Winter Silverclaw on Mar 19, 2008 22:17:24 GMT -5
Character's Name: [/u] Isis Snowolf (Silverclaw)
Character's Age: [/u]18
Character's Gender: [/u]Female
Character's Race: [/u]Human
Characters Realm: [/u]Bluehaven
Alignment: [/u]Neutral
Character Class: [/u]Mercenary
Character's Appearance: [/u]Isis stands at 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs between 110 and 115 pounds. She has a light feminine build but kept a stunning woman’s hourglass figure. She has a glowing bronze tan that appears as if she had spent a lot of time lying around nude in the sun. Because she’s much taller then most woman she has long shapely legs but fairly small feet her shoe size only being a 7. Like some woman she was graced with a fairly large pair of breasts that shows off through her nearly fully open sailors shirt.
The sailor’s shirt she wears is a rich burgundy-pink color and styled for most women who travel on the high seas , she when in port towns she is often times mistaken as a sailor. Aside that she often combo’s between wearing a shirt black skirt, or a fitting pair of leather black pants that hug her thighs and hips snuggly, though is usually low cut, low enough for her multi-colored thongs to be seen. Her thongs are usually always the same color as her sailor looking shirts, and tie on at the hip. Though she doesn’t really need it, she has a brown leather belt around the hem of her pants or skirt and is only kept to hold her sword, which is always at her side.
Isis has an angelic look but she has a lovely face and ocean blue eyes that make even the most beautiful tropic waters look dull. She also has extremely long pale lavender hair that looks far more metallic then pure lavender, and in the sunlight it shimmers like light purple strands of Mythril. Her stunning hair and eyes bring together the rest of her appearance to give her a lady warrior’s appearance.
Character's Personality: [/u]Isis is blunt and forward, even sarcastic nearly all the time. She is completely honest though, but sometimes people don’t want her to be. She does how ever know how to put on a good act, and could fool just about anyone with it. She remembers her place in the noble world but also enforces her place outside of it as well.
Isis is what most people would consider polite, at least nobles anyway. She calm and collected when she needs to be. She doesn’t usually come across as out of line, especially when she acting. Her Nobel side is charming, witty, and funny. She is considered a good blood sort of girl, or prime for noblemen’s pickings. She knows this as well, and uses this to her advantage. Other then that Isis is a random sort of person and her personality changes or fluxuates.
Character's History: [/u]Isis was born into the world of nobility, though there was a dark shadow looming over the head of Isis mothers head. Isis’ mother was considered a trophy wife because she was bread from some of the finest Noble bloodlines. Though she knew that her daughter Isis’ blood was tainted. She hew she had done wrong in her marriage as she had fallen in love, with a pirate who came to her port once a year posing as a merchant. Her husband had no idea, he was sure Isis was his, despite the fact she really didn’t look like either of her parents.
Iris was a sweet child; she was raised in her parent’s mansion on a hill over looking the sea. Isis knew she wasn’t supposed to go the beach ever alone. Isis’ father Daniel Snowolf was a strict man; he had wanted a son, but got Isis instead. He didn’t allow Isis to be foolish, and pretty much every childish thing she did even as a child was scolded. He wanted her to be more like a lady, even though she was young.
Isis learned to be afraid of him most the time as he was usually yelling at her most of the time. Isis had no idea the truth about her father, nor did her mother’s husband. Isis felt a calling to the sea, though her mother never let her go to close, only being able to see it from a far. When she was very small she defied her parents and ran down the grassy hill to the beach, running happily through the sand towards the docks where occasionally she’d slip off to and the harbor master would have candy there for her. She gasped as she bumped into someone and fell back looking up as she had no idea she was gazing upon her own father. He looked down at her and reached, down pulling the small girl up onto her feet, “better watch where your going there princess” he said to her as She stared at him funny. “Isis!” the harbor master called. She turned looking at him as he approached, “sorry she bothered ye” he said as he took hold of Isis’ hand. “No she’s not a bother” he said to the harbor master. He put a bag in Isis hand, “there, now take your candy and run home before your father catches you down here and tans your back porch” He said as Isis looked at the man then at the harbor master as Isis turned and ran back home.
When Isis was 10 her mother fell sick from small pox and was forced to remain in other room for weeks while doctors came and go to see her mother. She sighed sitting in her tight fitting dress by the window watching the boats come into harbor. It was raining the day mails stopped all the clocks in house. She stood under the black umbrella beside her father in a black dress while the funeral took place. Her father after that turned a cold shoulder to Isis, and had her on the next carnage out of town. She ended up on a port days away in the dark mansion of her Great Aunt who was not the nicest of women. She was a woman who used to be the headmistress of a finishing school and she was strict on Isis, making her dresses tight and be proper.
Isis was in town with her Great Aunt was shopping for Isis a dark dress to better suit her dark décor. It was beginning to rain and she took cover under the canopy of one of the shops and sighed standing there. She spotted someone watching her from across the road a shadowy figure he came across the road opening an umbrella “you should be careful and prepared” he told her opening an umbrella being about 18. She turned towards the person who was speaking to her, “Oh… well it didn’t look like it was going to rain kind sir” she said to him. He nodded slowly dressed in a long coat and had sturdy boots on as well as a tricorner hat “Well where are you off to young miss” She turned to face him, “Oh I’m just waiting for my great aunt she’s in the store there buying me dresses for my funeral I mean for the ball.” He laughed “A ball sounds like something your father is interested in” She looked at him, “I’ve not lived with my father for some time sir” She said as she saw her great aunt come out of the building with a box, “Come Isis” she called. He looked over to her aunt “seems like it is time for you to go” She nodded, “Yes sorry” she said leaving him there.
It wasn’t the last time she would see him, nearly a year later when she was a young teen she met him again while she was reading on the beach while her great Aunt was no where in sight. She seemed a bit depressed, having in her hands an old diary that belonged to her mother, sent there to be kept in her Aunts mansions attic. She looked down at the pages having read it over and over, her whole life felt like a lie. He looked down at her as she was reading “having fun reading your book miss” She lifted her head seeing him, “Oh sir” she said wiping a tear from her face, “Am I in your way?” He shook his sitting beside her on the beach “not at all what’s this you’re reading” he said taking the diary from her. She looked up at him as the words on the book were written in a woman’s hand writing that her father was a pirate, and a pirate he knew.
“yes yes your father great man a great pirate I knew him” he told her shutting the book and tossing it aside into the beach sand “so you finally found out the truth every one has been hiding from you huh deary” She stood up, struggling a bit in her dress and the hoop skirt, it was pathetic this girl the child of a great pirate was forced to live like this. “you need to learn the way of your father and I will teach you much better then this ugly life of hoop dresses and crap” She looked at him, “My father… my father was a pirate… and your mad” she said turning her back on him. He got up “Yes I suppose your right I am a little mad but that’s what all great pirates need it helps us find the big score” She turned, “I am not a Pirate I am a Noble!” she said as she as he grabbed her arm, “I don’t think so, you can call yourself what you will, but I knew your father, your real father”
Isis couldn’t help but admit it was true and with that knowledge this man, Aiden Silverclaw came back to port every year for a time period of 4 months and taught Isis in secret, sword play, pirate codes, she became like a adopted child to him, but one year when he came back to port, Isis wasn’t there. Isis’ great Aunt had died and she had returned to her home port. She smiled and looked pretty, the lovely girl had become a beautiful woman, and hidden under the make up and pretty dresses she held a dark secret. She refused to think of herself as a pirate, but as something far different. Now at home, she had a new look at the sea, yearning to get out there, and find the man who gave her life.
Stats [/u]
HP: [/u]25
Attack: [/u]9 (+3 Pistol, +3 Cutlass, +1 Dagger)
Defense: [/u]9 (+4)
Magic: [/u]4
Magic Defense: [/u]3
Items: [/u]
- Single shot Pistol: a single muzzle loaded pistol made for quick shots but doesn’t have much range, a favorite of pirates (+3 Attack)
- Cutlass: A cutlass is a short, thick saber or slashing sword, with a straight or slightly curved blade sharpened on the cutting edge, and a hilt often featuring a solid cupped or basket-shaped guard. (+3 Attack)
- Dagger: a normal Dagger (+1 Attack)
- Leather Boots: basic leather boots (+1 Defense)
- Bandanna: a bandanna which can cover the head or be used as a head band (+1 Defense)
- Silk Bustier: a High Quality Bustier Made of silk. (+1 Defense)
- Leather Wrist Band: It is a leather wrist band that extends from the wrist bone to about mid forearm. It is made of hard leather to protect the user's wrist. It is able to deflect some weapons. Can not be worn with any other any other gloves or gauntlets Cost: 30gp (+1 Defense)
Gold: [/u]25
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Character's Age: [/u]18
Character's Gender: [/u]Female
Character's Race: [/u]Human
Characters Realm: [/u]Bluehaven
Alignment: [/u]Neutral
Character Class: [/u]Mercenary
Character's Appearance: [/u]Isis stands at 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighs between 110 and 115 pounds. She has a light feminine build but kept a stunning woman’s hourglass figure. She has a glowing bronze tan that appears as if she had spent a lot of time lying around nude in the sun. Because she’s much taller then most woman she has long shapely legs but fairly small feet her shoe size only being a 7. Like some woman she was graced with a fairly large pair of breasts that shows off through her nearly fully open sailors shirt.
The sailor’s shirt she wears is a rich burgundy-pink color and styled for most women who travel on the high seas , she when in port towns she is often times mistaken as a sailor. Aside that she often combo’s between wearing a shirt black skirt, or a fitting pair of leather black pants that hug her thighs and hips snuggly, though is usually low cut, low enough for her multi-colored thongs to be seen. Her thongs are usually always the same color as her sailor looking shirts, and tie on at the hip. Though she doesn’t really need it, she has a brown leather belt around the hem of her pants or skirt and is only kept to hold her sword, which is always at her side.
Isis has an angelic look but she has a lovely face and ocean blue eyes that make even the most beautiful tropic waters look dull. She also has extremely long pale lavender hair that looks far more metallic then pure lavender, and in the sunlight it shimmers like light purple strands of Mythril. Her stunning hair and eyes bring together the rest of her appearance to give her a lady warrior’s appearance.
Character's Personality: [/u]Isis is blunt and forward, even sarcastic nearly all the time. She is completely honest though, but sometimes people don’t want her to be. She does how ever know how to put on a good act, and could fool just about anyone with it. She remembers her place in the noble world but also enforces her place outside of it as well.
Isis is what most people would consider polite, at least nobles anyway. She calm and collected when she needs to be. She doesn’t usually come across as out of line, especially when she acting. Her Nobel side is charming, witty, and funny. She is considered a good blood sort of girl, or prime for noblemen’s pickings. She knows this as well, and uses this to her advantage. Other then that Isis is a random sort of person and her personality changes or fluxuates.
Character's History: [/u]Isis was born into the world of nobility, though there was a dark shadow looming over the head of Isis mothers head. Isis’ mother was considered a trophy wife because she was bread from some of the finest Noble bloodlines. Though she knew that her daughter Isis’ blood was tainted. She hew she had done wrong in her marriage as she had fallen in love, with a pirate who came to her port once a year posing as a merchant. Her husband had no idea, he was sure Isis was his, despite the fact she really didn’t look like either of her parents.
Iris was a sweet child; she was raised in her parent’s mansion on a hill over looking the sea. Isis knew she wasn’t supposed to go the beach ever alone. Isis’ father Daniel Snowolf was a strict man; he had wanted a son, but got Isis instead. He didn’t allow Isis to be foolish, and pretty much every childish thing she did even as a child was scolded. He wanted her to be more like a lady, even though she was young.
Isis learned to be afraid of him most the time as he was usually yelling at her most of the time. Isis had no idea the truth about her father, nor did her mother’s husband. Isis felt a calling to the sea, though her mother never let her go to close, only being able to see it from a far. When she was very small she defied her parents and ran down the grassy hill to the beach, running happily through the sand towards the docks where occasionally she’d slip off to and the harbor master would have candy there for her. She gasped as she bumped into someone and fell back looking up as she had no idea she was gazing upon her own father. He looked down at her and reached, down pulling the small girl up onto her feet, “better watch where your going there princess” he said to her as She stared at him funny. “Isis!” the harbor master called. She turned looking at him as he approached, “sorry she bothered ye” he said as he took hold of Isis’ hand. “No she’s not a bother” he said to the harbor master. He put a bag in Isis hand, “there, now take your candy and run home before your father catches you down here and tans your back porch” He said as Isis looked at the man then at the harbor master as Isis turned and ran back home.
When Isis was 10 her mother fell sick from small pox and was forced to remain in other room for weeks while doctors came and go to see her mother. She sighed sitting in her tight fitting dress by the window watching the boats come into harbor. It was raining the day mails stopped all the clocks in house. She stood under the black umbrella beside her father in a black dress while the funeral took place. Her father after that turned a cold shoulder to Isis, and had her on the next carnage out of town. She ended up on a port days away in the dark mansion of her Great Aunt who was not the nicest of women. She was a woman who used to be the headmistress of a finishing school and she was strict on Isis, making her dresses tight and be proper.
Isis was in town with her Great Aunt was shopping for Isis a dark dress to better suit her dark décor. It was beginning to rain and she took cover under the canopy of one of the shops and sighed standing there. She spotted someone watching her from across the road a shadowy figure he came across the road opening an umbrella “you should be careful and prepared” he told her opening an umbrella being about 18. She turned towards the person who was speaking to her, “Oh… well it didn’t look like it was going to rain kind sir” she said to him. He nodded slowly dressed in a long coat and had sturdy boots on as well as a tricorner hat “Well where are you off to young miss” She turned to face him, “Oh I’m just waiting for my great aunt she’s in the store there buying me dresses for my funeral I mean for the ball.” He laughed “A ball sounds like something your father is interested in” She looked at him, “I’ve not lived with my father for some time sir” She said as she saw her great aunt come out of the building with a box, “Come Isis” she called. He looked over to her aunt “seems like it is time for you to go” She nodded, “Yes sorry” she said leaving him there.
It wasn’t the last time she would see him, nearly a year later when she was a young teen she met him again while she was reading on the beach while her great Aunt was no where in sight. She seemed a bit depressed, having in her hands an old diary that belonged to her mother, sent there to be kept in her Aunts mansions attic. She looked down at the pages having read it over and over, her whole life felt like a lie. He looked down at her as she was reading “having fun reading your book miss” She lifted her head seeing him, “Oh sir” she said wiping a tear from her face, “Am I in your way?” He shook his sitting beside her on the beach “not at all what’s this you’re reading” he said taking the diary from her. She looked up at him as the words on the book were written in a woman’s hand writing that her father was a pirate, and a pirate he knew.
“yes yes your father great man a great pirate I knew him” he told her shutting the book and tossing it aside into the beach sand “so you finally found out the truth every one has been hiding from you huh deary” She stood up, struggling a bit in her dress and the hoop skirt, it was pathetic this girl the child of a great pirate was forced to live like this. “you need to learn the way of your father and I will teach you much better then this ugly life of hoop dresses and crap” She looked at him, “My father… my father was a pirate… and your mad” she said turning her back on him. He got up “Yes I suppose your right I am a little mad but that’s what all great pirates need it helps us find the big score” She turned, “I am not a Pirate I am a Noble!” she said as she as he grabbed her arm, “I don’t think so, you can call yourself what you will, but I knew your father, your real father”
Isis couldn’t help but admit it was true and with that knowledge this man, Aiden Silverclaw came back to port every year for a time period of 4 months and taught Isis in secret, sword play, pirate codes, she became like a adopted child to him, but one year when he came back to port, Isis wasn’t there. Isis’ great Aunt had died and she had returned to her home port. She smiled and looked pretty, the lovely girl had become a beautiful woman, and hidden under the make up and pretty dresses she held a dark secret. She refused to think of herself as a pirate, but as something far different. Now at home, she had a new look at the sea, yearning to get out there, and find the man who gave her life.
Stats [/u]
HP: [/u]25
Attack: [/u]9 (+3 Pistol, +3 Cutlass, +1 Dagger)
Defense: [/u]9 (+4)
Magic: [/u]4
Magic Defense: [/u]3
Items: [/u]
- Single shot Pistol: a single muzzle loaded pistol made for quick shots but doesn’t have much range, a favorite of pirates (+3 Attack)
- Cutlass: A cutlass is a short, thick saber or slashing sword, with a straight or slightly curved blade sharpened on the cutting edge, and a hilt often featuring a solid cupped or basket-shaped guard. (+3 Attack)
- Dagger: a normal Dagger (+1 Attack)
- Leather Boots: basic leather boots (+1 Defense)
- Bandanna: a bandanna which can cover the head or be used as a head band (+1 Defense)
- Silk Bustier: a High Quality Bustier Made of silk. (+1 Defense)
- Leather Wrist Band: It is a leather wrist band that extends from the wrist bone to about mid forearm. It is made of hard leather to protect the user's wrist. It is able to deflect some weapons. Can not be worn with any other any other gloves or gauntlets Cost: 30gp (+1 Defense)
Gold: [/u]25
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