Post by Riga Poniard on Dec 6, 2009 18:58:51 GMT
Name: Riga Poniard
Age: 27
Sex: female
Class: Low (with the intent of joining the Brotherhood)
Appearance: Riga is tall for a woman, slim, small chested and lithe as a cat. She has dirty ash-blond hair cut roughly and often tied back and very dark blue eyes. Her features are angular and sharp. She is always clothes in men's attire, rough cotton tunic, sturdy leather boots that have seen hard use, and a long cloak with a deep hood. Will usually have a crude bit of jewelry on, looted from unknown strangers. It is the only touch of femininity she will allow. Riga walks with long strides, often sporting a stern, tight expression. Rarely does she smile and even then, it is usually a smirk or carnivorous.
Character: Riga grew up rough and her manners match it. She can be crude and abrupt and has little patience for most people. A growly loner.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
-- an equal to any man as a fighter with knives and sword
-- utterly fearless and careless of her own life
-- cold, often cruel
-- rarely passes up an opportunity to thieve
-- has absolutely no problem with killing
-- fears fire almost to the point of irrationality
-- enjoys her leisure, especially drinking and bedding
Magic: none
Weaponry Skills: Riga is highly skilled with throwing knives, knife combat and the short sword, but her methods are not of the polished high court. More in the way of street fighting. She is also skilled at setting snares.
Character History: The origins of Riga's family are lost. When she was four, her parents were traveling with a baggage train that was attacked by a group of vicious brigands. All were killed and the train was looted, but one of the thieves with a softer heart took pity on the crying Riga and spared her. For the next ten years of her life, she was under bondage to the brigands, in the beginning as a kind of pet, then as a servant, then much later as their unwilling whore. "Riga" was named after a horse one of the men had once, and "Poniard" is a type of dagger. As she grew, Riga learned fighting skills from the men, enough to where they began to respect her abilities and even take wages on her practices against others, but her abuses by them left her barren. In her late teens, Riga grew tired of this particular band, one night slitting all of their throats before departing. Since then, she has been traveling from city to city, and country to country, hiring on as a cutthroat or guard or mercenary, whichever can gain her enough money to survive. She will stay in a place as long as she can get away with her misdeeds; as soon as things get "too hot" she will move on.
Additional Information: Riga hates fire intensely. One of the brigands was particularly sadistic and used to trip her so she would fall into campfires. She has several scars to show this, and will therefore rather go cold than be near a fire.
Sample Roleplay:
Riga's face remained impassive even as she wiped her bloody blade on the shirt of the man at her feet. The battle had been short but fierce, but the fellow laying dead before her was gone in years and had lost his edge. Too bad..... Riga moved his face with with a slender finger, the head rolling to the side. He actually wasn't bad looking despite the grey hair.
Sniffing in disinterest and against the cold air of morning, Riga cut the man's purse from his belt and hefted the weight. Her grin was feral; this take should last her days and let her tie on a good one tonight if she could find an inn with ale. "Been awhile," the rough woman muttered, standing to stow her possessions. She grabbed the feet of the dead man and hauled him deep into the woods, and spent the next hour covering him with leaves, rotted logs and stones. Always neat as a cat with her victims, Riga found out early that a dead man tended to bring out the local militia, while a missing one was merely a curiosity that was ignored after a day or two.
Drawing her heavy cloak about her, Riga strode back to the road. It would be a cold night so she decided to walk instead. A campfire was out of the question. If she was lucky and the weather held, she would be in Camelot in three days and then? Then she would see about this 'Brotherhood' she'd heard spoken of. Sounds like my kind of guild, Riga smirked as she walked on.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Meg
Location: USA
How long have you been RPing for: A fair while
Any other characters on the site?: Grace de Beaumont
Age: 27
Sex: female
Class: Low (with the intent of joining the Brotherhood)
Appearance: Riga is tall for a woman, slim, small chested and lithe as a cat. She has dirty ash-blond hair cut roughly and often tied back and very dark blue eyes. Her features are angular and sharp. She is always clothes in men's attire, rough cotton tunic, sturdy leather boots that have seen hard use, and a long cloak with a deep hood. Will usually have a crude bit of jewelry on, looted from unknown strangers. It is the only touch of femininity she will allow. Riga walks with long strides, often sporting a stern, tight expression. Rarely does she smile and even then, it is usually a smirk or carnivorous.
Character: Riga grew up rough and her manners match it. She can be crude and abrupt and has little patience for most people. A growly loner.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
-- an equal to any man as a fighter with knives and sword
-- utterly fearless and careless of her own life
-- cold, often cruel
-- rarely passes up an opportunity to thieve
-- has absolutely no problem with killing
-- fears fire almost to the point of irrationality
-- enjoys her leisure, especially drinking and bedding
Magic: none
Weaponry Skills: Riga is highly skilled with throwing knives, knife combat and the short sword, but her methods are not of the polished high court. More in the way of street fighting. She is also skilled at setting snares.
Character History: The origins of Riga's family are lost. When she was four, her parents were traveling with a baggage train that was attacked by a group of vicious brigands. All were killed and the train was looted, but one of the thieves with a softer heart took pity on the crying Riga and spared her. For the next ten years of her life, she was under bondage to the brigands, in the beginning as a kind of pet, then as a servant, then much later as their unwilling whore. "Riga" was named after a horse one of the men had once, and "Poniard" is a type of dagger. As she grew, Riga learned fighting skills from the men, enough to where they began to respect her abilities and even take wages on her practices against others, but her abuses by them left her barren. In her late teens, Riga grew tired of this particular band, one night slitting all of their throats before departing. Since then, she has been traveling from city to city, and country to country, hiring on as a cutthroat or guard or mercenary, whichever can gain her enough money to survive. She will stay in a place as long as she can get away with her misdeeds; as soon as things get "too hot" she will move on.
Additional Information: Riga hates fire intensely. One of the brigands was particularly sadistic and used to trip her so she would fall into campfires. She has several scars to show this, and will therefore rather go cold than be near a fire.
Sample Roleplay:
Riga's face remained impassive even as she wiped her bloody blade on the shirt of the man at her feet. The battle had been short but fierce, but the fellow laying dead before her was gone in years and had lost his edge. Too bad..... Riga moved his face with with a slender finger, the head rolling to the side. He actually wasn't bad looking despite the grey hair.
Sniffing in disinterest and against the cold air of morning, Riga cut the man's purse from his belt and hefted the weight. Her grin was feral; this take should last her days and let her tie on a good one tonight if she could find an inn with ale. "Been awhile," the rough woman muttered, standing to stow her possessions. She grabbed the feet of the dead man and hauled him deep into the woods, and spent the next hour covering him with leaves, rotted logs and stones. Always neat as a cat with her victims, Riga found out early that a dead man tended to bring out the local militia, while a missing one was merely a curiosity that was ignored after a day or two.
Drawing her heavy cloak about her, Riga strode back to the road. It would be a cold night so she decided to walk instead. A campfire was out of the question. If she was lucky and the weather held, she would be in Camelot in three days and then? Then she would see about this 'Brotherhood' she'd heard spoken of. Sounds like my kind of guild, Riga smirked as she walked on.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Meg
Location: USA
How long have you been RPing for: A fair while
Any other characters on the site?: Grace de Beaumont
