Post by Leliana on Mar 13, 2018 21:47:46 GMT
Leliana Blanc
Nohr
Nohr
General
Race: Kitsune
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birthday: 19th June
Stats
Class: Mercenary
Level: 1
HP: 17
STR: 5
MAG: 0
SKL: 9 (Boon)
SPD: 6
DEF: 5
RES: 0 (Bane)
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Sword E
Appearance
Hair Color: Pale white, tinged with gold
Eye Color: Scarlet
Height: 6’
Weight: Yes
Clothing: A thick, white cloak forms the first layer of Leliana’s clothing, a deep hood rimmed with a bear’s fur providing both warmth, and protection from discovery of her race. Beneath the cloak, lies a simple red tunic, coated in the best plate that Leliana could buy. Which is, of course to say, a simple steel breastplate and a pair of vambraces. She also wears a pair of thigh high boots, flanked in steel.
About
Profession: Sellsword
Alliance: Nohr
Hometown: N/A
Likes: Leliana has a slight addiction to coffee, the caramel coloured liquid almost always on hand when she is around. She also holds a ponderance for books, to the point her draft horse is now accustomed to the veritable library that rests in its saddlebags. Amongst her other vices are chocolate, Licorice, raw meat? and though she would rather die than admit it, dresses.
Dislikes: Amongst the many people that Leliana despises, chief amongst them are Hoshidans. Beyond that, she has an intense dislike for tea, and alcohol, as well as the sun and realistically, any bright light.
Personality: Leliana is a curious one, as she is, for the most part, exceptionally gentle. She finds comfort in the small things, often making camp under the stars for no other reason than to enjoy their light. She is patient to a fault, capable of enduring hours of waiting for even a small item or conversation. However, once in combat, her fangs come out. She is brutal, often engaging in what some would consider underhanded tactics, though never to the extent that she would be seen as a dirty fighter.
Biography: Leliana was born into an interesting family. Her father was a kitsune, her mother a mercenary from Nohr. Together they conceived a child, a union of both Hoshidan and Nohr blood, who bore marks of each. Her birth itself was ordained by none bar the moon, and the gentle light of the campfire. Her early life was spent on the road, learning much of the world as she and her parents travelled. They lived as mercenaries, the pair joining one of the smaller guilds that roamed the nohrian lands, the Iron Hooks.
The Hooks were a close knit band, treating Leliana as if they were her own daughter, and for most, she might as well have been. Leliana never found herself spoilt, the Hooks, and indeed her own parents, forced her to earn everything she wanted, from clothes to weapons. And earn she did, the fire in her heart giving her plenty of drive, much to the delight of her adoptive, and real, family. Perhaps her greatest, and longest lasting, purchase was a small kitten, who she named Tobias. He became her closest companion, always by her side.
The Hooks had no fixed base, or town from which they would travel, and so she saw much of both Nohr, and of Hoshido, even as the two countries stirred, ever slowly slinking towards war. Not that she held much stock in it at the time, for with Mikoto’s enchantment in place, how could war erupt?
She might as well have been born with a sword in her hand, for from the moment she was old enough to stand, her mother taught her everything she knew. And her father taught her of the forest, of the beasts that lived above and below. So she grew and grew, a night in the stars always her most treasured possession, as she spent it with her mother, always.
Then war erupted. Nohr struck hard, and Hoshido retaliated. And caught in the middle were the Iron Hooks, Leliana now fully grown. They joined the wider Nohrian forces, if for no other reasons than they paid better than the Hoshidans.
However, Leliana’s time on the road had sown a bitter seed, one that would not grow or fester, but one that sat deep within her nonetheless. She had seen the relative peace of Hoshido, and the despair that plagued many Nohr, and she hated it. Hated that one country was so prosperous, and the other so hard pressed. She knew, in her heart, that King Garon had a larger part to play than what the propaganda had to say, but she was in a war, and there was no time to think on it.
This subtle hatred forged her later life, as her parents retired, she took up their burden, becoming a soldier for hire. She stayed with the Iron Hooks for a time, before saying good bye to her adoptive family, striking it out on her own. A dozen different mercenary guilds has she joined, though she never stayed long, one disagreement, or more often than not, a Hoshidan, drove her away. Still, eventually she had saved enough to buy a draft horse, a now constant companion.
Other
Status: Single
Pet: Tobias, a small tabby cat.
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