Post by BICSY on Jan 11, 2012 12:09:56 GMT -5
Name: Misu.
Age: “My age rivals that of the oldest trees in the oldest forests. I do not know the number.”
Gender: Female.
Race: Heathen.
Description: In Soersk she has mostly been recorded as a thirty pound blue cabbit. In response to the land’s recent plight she’s reverted to a more commanding form. She’s tall; 6’0”, and willowy. Her strength is not made apparent via muscle mass. Her hair is a long, dark green. Horns of the same texture as a deer’s antlers extend up to four inches from her scalp in a crown-like formation. She typically wears a thin cotton shirt and shorts. And leather sandals. In battle she will don armor of hardened leather plates. She abnormally lanky, like a tree, and switches between movements of natural grace when she’s confident, to the awkward fumbling a yearling if too far out of her element. Her eyes remain the yellow.
Personality: Gentle, empathetic when she can afford to be, optimistic, loving, loyal.
Weapons: Misu is proficient with staves.
History: She immigrated to Soersk several years ago in search of new things, and quickly found herself sucked into a series of events that left the land slightly worse off each time.
Her friends were beat down with Soh’s rise to power, and she had formed a separate rebellion in the heart of the Oscello forest. They began their campaign against the kingdom by raiding small villages for troops and supplies. Soh’s forces put a stop to this practice quickly when they returned their acts in kind and crushed the majority of the rebels and their headquarters into the ground.
She fled south and spent a year with Enu, where they theorized about methods to improve the state of their people. She aided him in altering his identity to make him a less notable figure to allies and enemy alike. She went north half a year ago in an attempt to gather reconnaissance and spread dissent. She was captured shortly after entering Comenzar and has spent her time since in shackles.
Age: “My age rivals that of the oldest trees in the oldest forests. I do not know the number.”
Gender: Female.
Race: Heathen.
Description: In Soersk she has mostly been recorded as a thirty pound blue cabbit. In response to the land’s recent plight she’s reverted to a more commanding form. She’s tall; 6’0”, and willowy. Her strength is not made apparent via muscle mass. Her hair is a long, dark green. Horns of the same texture as a deer’s antlers extend up to four inches from her scalp in a crown-like formation. She typically wears a thin cotton shirt and shorts. And leather sandals. In battle she will don armor of hardened leather plates. She abnormally lanky, like a tree, and switches between movements of natural grace when she’s confident, to the awkward fumbling a yearling if too far out of her element. Her eyes remain the yellow.
Personality: Gentle, empathetic when she can afford to be, optimistic, loving, loyal.
Weapons: Misu is proficient with staves.
History: She immigrated to Soersk several years ago in search of new things, and quickly found herself sucked into a series of events that left the land slightly worse off each time.
Her friends were beat down with Soh’s rise to power, and she had formed a separate rebellion in the heart of the Oscello forest. They began their campaign against the kingdom by raiding small villages for troops and supplies. Soh’s forces put a stop to this practice quickly when they returned their acts in kind and crushed the majority of the rebels and their headquarters into the ground.
She fled south and spent a year with Enu, where they theorized about methods to improve the state of their people. She aided him in altering his identity to make him a less notable figure to allies and enemy alike. She went north half a year ago in an attempt to gather reconnaissance and spread dissent. She was captured shortly after entering Comenzar and has spent her time since in shackles.