Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 17:05:21 GMT
Name: Thymel
Race: Ti'burren
Age: 24 years
Gender: Female
Height: 8' 2''
Weight: 240 lbs
Occupation: Gladiator, Mercenary, anything to feel useful.
Rank: N/A
Appearance: Thymel is a woman of decent stature compared to most of her species. Standing at exactly 8 feet tall, she is quite the sight. Although her armor tends to catch more eyes then her height. The pitch black armor encompasses her whole body in its cold embrace. The only part of her inner form that is visible with the armor on is her amber- Fire like eyes that rest centered in her T shaped foremask which is attached directly to the helmet. With the fore plate hinged it can be bent up to allow for easier air circulation for hot situations. Further down along the smooth exterior shell it comes to the shoulders. Where a secondary well woven cape covers the spiked shoulders. It returns to the smooth metal until it reaches the gauntlets which extend slightly into a sharp blade. This serves an offensive purposes as it guards the back of the hand of the wearer. The gloves under are heavily weaved cloth, but in the middle of each finger is a metal ring. On the side that faces the back of the hand, each ring has a spike. (Like brass knuckles) The armor returns to smooth to the bottom.
Thymel is almost if not always in her armor. Although on the rare occasion of being without, her pale grey-blue skin is very sensitive to light. Her silvery hair is cut short barely being shoulder length. Her thin and curvy body is very muscular in comparison to human females.
Personality: A natural warrior Thymel's personality is like many others before her. The overzealous belief in her own abilities coupled with her own ambition leads Thymel to be quick of wit and very competitive. Like her armor on the outside, Thymel is very unfriendly and quite rude to most people . With open hostility towards Orcs and most Ti'burren. This leads her to make brazen decisions when working with others.
Derspite this Thymel shows a great deal of compassion and sympathy. Going as far as to risk her own life for a freind. In combat though no matter what her opponent Thymel is always a patient person. Usually allowing herself to be hit repeatedly while waiting for the time to strike. Her armor, seeing as it is her last piece of home remaining, cares deeply for it. She has been known to take hours constantly slaving over the armor.
Thymel's pet, Herra, and herself have grown very close during Thymel's exile. Herra is small and Thymel large, but this only sharpens their relationship. As Thymel cares for Herra helps with what it can. It has grown stronger since Thymel's incursion into its life. Herra has since become a tracker for Thymel while hunting or on missions. Thymel also talks to the lizard in times of doubt.
Strengths: Smithery - During her exile she has learned that her armor isn't easy to maintain. Over the course of time however she has learned to smith and can rebuild her armor or replace destroyed pieces. This however requires much of her time and patience to be able to do.
Patient - When one's people are large and powerful they usually turn ignorance to patience. Without the teachings of her people Thymel learned to be quiet and patient. Waiting for her moment to strike rather then just endless slashing.
Thickskinned - due to being exiled by her own people Thymel has grown used to being insulted by her species and the Orcs, and has grown to be used to it and doesn't react to being insulted like most would.
Weaknesses: Risky- With how her species is, Thymel was trained to fear nothing. So when a job presents itself, and others are scared to take is Thymel has been known to take them.
Asthmatic- Thymel can't run for far distances due to a partially collapsed lung. This makes it hard to retreat, but usually with her armor and skills she doesn't retreat.
Over worker- Thymel has been known to push beyond the call of duty. Such as going as far as to drag a would be bounty back to her contact for further orders.
Equipment: Black Luster Armor V-2= Although its not as thick as the original version, the V-2 remains jet black with yellow accents. The armor is like any other, except at the ends of the elbow guards are elongated and sharpened. The gloves are also spiked like brass knuckles.
"Deralag" = A dual bladed great sword made by Thyme. It extends to the length of 5 feet from blade tip to the spike on the bottom of the hilt. The handle has leather wraps for grips.
Mounts/Guardians/Pets: Herra- A young Grecko beast, the yellow and black spotted creature was abandoned by it's family due to it being the runt of it's batch. It stayed where it was abandoned hoping it's family would come back. That night something bigger then the beast found it. The beast attacked the young lizard. Before it had hit though a Thymel burst into action and killed the larger beast after taking pity on the small lizard. Since then the lizard has followed Thymel wherever she goes. Sometimes riding on her shoulder and sometimes simply walking slightly behind. (Will grow into a mountable creature given enough time.)
NPCs: None
Biography: Thymel was born into a tribe like any other, except she had a twin brother. which meant that the tribe was over numbered. So the tribe leader declared they would both be raised ad then sent out to the wilderness. Which ever returned with a beast would be allowed to stay, while the other would be forced to leave. So with 7 years of training and the equipment needed to go out for such a task the twins set off. Unknown to Thymel however was the fact that the leader of the tribe had give her twin a map to where he could find a mighty beast.
Thymel was ready for the task her people had for her. She began near their home by tracking the recent hunting expedition. She knew the expedition had turned up a beast worthy of the feast So with out waiting she rushed every beast she came across. Usually leading to it running away before she could capture it. This event continued with every beast until on the last aloted day she heard a roar of what she hoped was a worthy beast. She marched into the small hollow where she found a large ferocious beast trying to kill a smaller lizard. Thymel had been trained to look for a special disease known to the plains. Sadly the larger of the two beasts was infected and needed to be put down. SO with her sword in hand she charged attacking, and then killing the beast. The beast was her last chance, but she had to accept that the gods just hated her. She began heading home hoping her brother had been more successful.
When she returned the lizard had followed, but her brother had brought home something larger. Thymel was happy for her brother until the leader approached her. At that very moment she was exiled form the tribe. She didn't understand, but one of the tribesmen grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the village.
Another guard stopped him, and explained to Thymel why she was being taken away. When he had concluded the leader gave her a small amount of coin to survive on and she was cast out. The lizard following but a pace away the whole time. Thymel left with her head held high, knowing one day they would regret it.
RolePlay Sample: Please provide a minimum of three paragraphs.
Thymel, Ti'burren exile,
The eastern plains, Turag's brothel,
A weapon of destruction...
Thymel rested gently against a support beam her pet sitting gently on her lap. The Grecko beast was still growing and at it's current state it only stood at 16 inches from tail tip to head, and weighed a little over 20 lbs, much like that of a small cat. It nibbled on a small piece of animal hide that the Owner had offered Thymel when she had come in.
"Herra, am I truly a bad warrior?" She asked of the little creature causing a few orcs to look at her. Once they saw her size however they looked away and continued on, but spoke of her in whispers. Suddenly the door to the brothel slammed open and a disgruntled man walked in with a drenched overcoat. Herra's eyes locked on him and soon after Thymel's did aswell.
"I need help. Someone please. My daught her been taken by a faction of Bloodied skull hunters!" the man said. The orcs all seemed to ignore him, and Thymel