Post by Ayer Morrow on Oct 2, 2010 13:24:27 GMT
Name: Ayer Morrow.
Age: Twenty seven.
Sex: Female.
Class:Peasant/Citizen.
Appearance:
Most notable about Ayer is a simplistic scar running along the hollow of her right cheek bone, though this, by no means is the only scar upon her fair flesh. Her hair is a dirty sort of blonde, and her eyes a simple shade of blue. She’s a tiny girl - short, and lithe, and dresses herself within hand-sewn, and decidedly plain clothing.
Play By: Imogen Poot
Character:
Ayer is a quiet young woman, having been beaten into submission by her husband for the first time at the soft and impressionable age of seventeen. More oft than not, she keeps to herself, and comes off as almost consistently nervous. Though beneath that battered exterior, and quiet way of being is a girl who’s eager to seek out happiness, and finds pleasure in even the smallest of things.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
[li]Steadfast
[/li][li]stubborn
[/li][li]kind
[/li][li]Apparently easy going
Weaknesses
[/li][li]Emotionally troubled
[/li][li]her husband
[/li][li]easily taken advantage of
[/li][li]children[/li][/ul]
Magic: None.
Weaponry Skills: Limited sword-work. Very limited.
Character History:
Ayer was birthed within a small villiage tucked along the outskirts of the city of Camelot. For the most part it went unnoticed, and the people within governed themselves The small villiage ran on a matriarchal system, and it was believed that women were there to serve the men.
Having not known anything else, Ayer had grown up content.
Still, at the young age of seventeen, the young blonde was married off to a violent, if not highly-respected man within the community. He was older than her, as was the norm, and in the beginning she’d been treated well, with fond touches, and warm looks.
Though that didn’t seem to last very long as soon enough he seemed more than eager to strike her for what Ayer felt to be no good reason. He hit her, and belittled her publicly, though nothing was done of it. The man accused her of cheating when she’d done nothing but stay faithful to the violent man, and it wasn’t long before he brought a blade along the ridge of her cheekbone, just to be sure no man ever looked at her again.
And still, Ayer stayed, that was, until the tiny village got caught up in an unwarranted attack - the men were murdered, and the women, taken time and again - violated and left on their own to die.
To this day Ayer still is uncertain as to how she’d managed to survive. Though she had, and left her home town for the safe and high walls of Camelot where she’s been living under the radar since,
Additional Information: None.
Sample Roleplay:
Kate blinked, her eyes returning to normal and she looked confused. She looked away from the physician to James questioningly before she returned her gaze to the older man. The man's lips suddenly curled to a smile, a brow rising before he took a step forward. "This is it then? Your savior...?" The man scoffed as he took another forward, his movement suddenly methodical and jerky. "Pathetic…Just as I would imagine my sister's brat to be. I don't know why I should even waste my time killing her."
Kate stilled as her body tense as she remained sitting on the bed, her eyes caught within Jeremy's gaze. That wasn't the healer speaking; she knew that without a doubt, but who else could it be...? Her mind worked with every new word sent her way, with every new clue. Her mother's sister, whoever that might be, was controlling Jeremy and intended on killing Katherine, but why...?
"Jeremy...?" James started suddenly. His voice was full of genuine curiosity and worry as he lifted his hand from Katherine's cheek. The other moved down toward his belt where his short knife hung. "Jeremy, what's wrong...?" He asked then.
"Why would there be anything wrong...?" Jeremy asked in return.
Jeremy's head lolled and his eyes looked distant and glassy. His neck arched at an awkward angle and his teeth were bared in an bestial snarl. Then he lifted the tray slowly and the contents skittered off and dropped to the floor and...
The tray clattered to the floor.
James had lunged across the bed at Jeremy in order to shove him away from Katherine's bedside. It had been done quickly and in such a swift motion that it was nearly unseen but the sound filled the room. It sent others, which were outside of the room but inside of the house, scurrying toward the source with shouts. All the while Jeremy's hands were thrown wildly at James, but James was fast and stood his ground as he weaved away from those wayward blows.
"Jeremy!" James snarled as he flashed his short knife. The blade was somewhat dull and more meant for menial tasks than close-quarters combat, but this was a pinch and James would use anything to protect Katherine. Despite that, he didn't want to truly hurt Jeremy.
"Don't make me hurt you!" He shouted at the man.
"It's already too late. You will fail. She will fail! Leave now and I may spare your life," Jeremy said. The voice had come out strained and trilled, bouncing off of the walls and filling the room. It's then that Jeremy threw himself at James, but James was faster. He stepped forward and throttled Jeremy, solidly landing a blow with his elbow. It sent Jeremy stumbling toward the corner of the room where he collapsed in a heap. His head nodded forward and his chin touched his chest as a raucous laugh filled the room. It was strangely bestial and made James shiver.
More questions formed as the specter controlling the old physician spoke further, warning that she would fail, but fail at what...? Kate could only stare and watch in disbelief. She followed Jeremy's passage to the wall where he collapsed, and looked instantly toward the door when she heard the rush of footsteps as they neared the room.
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