Post by Indigo on Jun 9, 2018 19:36:15 GMT
Indigo Garuda
Alliance
Alliance
General
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Birthday: May 8th
Stats
Class: Dark Flier
Level: 1
HP: 17
STR: 4
MAG: 7
SKL: 3 (-)
SPD: 9
DEF: 5 (+)
RES: 9
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Lances and Tomes, Rank E
Active Skills: Speed +2
Appearance
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Tanned
Eye Color: Topaz
Height: 6’2
Weight: 140.5
Build: Muscular
Clothing: Indigo is often seen wearing her insulated Nohrian flight uniform sans emblem, comprised of an aviator hat, cotton coat, baggy pants, and riding boots. Beneath the wears a sleeveless, dark blue leotard beneath a layer of protective chainmail.
About
Voice:
Profession: Bodyguard
Alliance: Neutral
Hometown: Nohr
Likes: Cabbage, lean meats, flying, music, forging weapons
Dislikes: Being mistaken as a man
Personality: The stoic Indigo is known for being quiet, except for when she must speak. She is gruff with her few words, and often relies on sarcasm to make any form of joke. That said, she is shy to most people, only offering to share herself in the face of familiarity.
When a task is of utmost importance, Indigo normally attempts to shoulder it by herself, as she is not one to let others worry about it. She quietly takes matters into her own hands, doing what she thinks is right. Regardless of any aforementioned aspect, Indigo always puts the interest of her clients first.
Indigo pulls no punches in a fight, especially when it comes to defending her comrades. She is determined to win most times, and surrender is a most difficult option.
On her own, she is actually fast on her feet.
Biography: “... What? What is it? Oh, dinner.
I’ll have some of that coffee. Oh, a piece of cheese, too. Wait, you have chicken? I’ll have some chicken.
Huh? You wanna know how I got into this business? Well, that’s none of your business.
Hey! Why’re you taking the chicken?!
Grrr... fine. I was part of the Nohrian military at one point in my life. My pa... er... father is a forge master down in Windmire. He’s a tough old man, good with his hands, c’n make his craftsmanship sing with each strike of his hammer. Always dreamt of having strong sons that could serve in the army, because... you know, that’s how you get governmental support.
Well, he got me and my twin sister instead before my mother died. Anyway, he fessed up and got us into his craft for a while. Made us learn his method of forging and all.
When we got a little older, my father realized how... buff we got. Seeing that this was a sign of fate, he put us both into the military as soldiers. My sister became a knight, while I became a dark flier. We worked side by side until... sigh... until she helped a man from the Ice Tribe escape. Our whole unit was held accountable, and we were all dishonorably discharged. Never to return to the military again. My father didn’t accept us back in his house either...
So... yeah. I still have my pegasus. He didn’t want anyone else to pilot him, so my stable man gave him to me. It’s just us against the world now.
You know where I live. The Madame’s place. Wyvern’s Rest. Marcarth. I call that place home since she’s willing to take in mercenaries who’d do anything for coin, warm beds and food. Otherwise, I’m traveling with employers.
Now, the chicken?“
Other
Status: Single
Pet: Forge, a male black pegasus, warhorse type
Additional Notes:
- Skilled weapon smith.
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