Post by Despair on Apr 6, 2009 19:34:12 GMT -5
[OUT OF CHARACTER]
Name/Nickname:: Paige or Roxie will do just fine.
Age:: Teen. That’s all you’re getting.
Years Roleplaying:: About two now.
[IN CHARACTER]
'My Name Is ...;;
Name:: Cari. Just Cari.
Alias:: Isn’t Cari short enough?
Title:: I don’t know. Escaped slave, of course…and I know how to fight. That doesn’t necessarily make me a warrior…so I guess commoner.
Age/Date Of Birth:: January 3, and I’m 15, going on 16.
Hometown:: …prefer not to talk about it…
Occupation:: Running from slave traders…assassin, messenger, whatever pays.
'I Am What I Am;;
Race/Species:: Human, but my family has shown peculiar traits. My older sister, Roxanne, could Shapeshift, and my mom was a sort of enchantress I guess. My dad had this weird control over metal, but all these abilities (except my sister’s) were so subtle nobody could prove it.
Powers/Abilities:: I don’t really know yet.
Strengths:: I’m fast, and I’m small enough to get into tight places but strong enough to hold my ground. I’m also pretty smart and good at scaling walls and jumping off buildings and stuff. The ideal spy.
Weaknesses:: Look, I’m human. I can’t control an element or bend reality to a spell. All I’ve got is my brain, reflexes, and luck, at least unless some sort of power randomly springs up.
Weapons:: Well, I’m good at using just about anything, but I’m sure an old master would look at my sword skills and just about have a heart attack. I do have good aim with daggers, arrows, etc, and I’m not above a good old-fashioned brawl.
'A Picture Of Me;;
Appearance:: Well, I’m kind of short, built light and small. That doesn’t mean I can’t pack a punch when I want to, though. I actually look a lot like I remember my sister looking (when she was in her normal Form, of course). Gold eyes are a weird thing that came out in the two of us, because neither my mom or dad had them. I’ve got long brown hair that’s sort of layered, when I have time for it of course. It gets bronze-red highlights in the sun. I wear gloves that (depending on what I’m doing) are normally cut off at the fingers, a belt with pouches and pockets for weapons/letters, and shoes that kind of resemble boots but are lighter and softer. My outfit rarely varies from some kind of tank top/mostly open, tight shirt or jacket and Capri’s.
'An Open Book;;
Likes::
- Winning, she’s quite competitive
- Solitude
- Reading
- Wabbit (my toy rabbit that I’ve had for the longest time)
- Animals
Dislikes::
- Nosey, loud, and arrogant people
- Talking about my past
- Most boys. I’m not saying some aren’t good looking, but I have a deep grudge against males.
- Dealing with selfish nobles
- People that get in the way
- Being told what to do
Secrets:: Besides the fact that I’ve killed several people for money? Not much.
Phobias:: I don’t know if it’s a phobia, but I have a severe distrust when it comes to guys.
Personality::
Untrusting, maybe even cold. Whatever. It’s not that I can’t be sympathetic, but I’m focused. I set a goal and I meet it, no matter what gets in my way. I’m determined, but not stupid. If things get out of hand, I slip into the shadows and bide my time until I can take another shot at it.
With people, I’m usually antisocial, but not heartless. If someone’s in trouble, I’ll help out, just don’t go overboard with the thanks. Maybe it’s because I just can’t connect with people, or I’m afraid that if I do I might not be able to do what I have to in order to survive. If it means killing someone, well…look, you gotta do what you gotta do.
'Back In The Day ...;;
Family/History:: My parents are dead. They were murdered when I was too young to understand. My older sister, Roxy, got us out before we could go the same way, and raised me for quite a few years. I love her to this day.
She was about nine when we got taken into the orphanage forcibly. One night, I was nearly killed. Hung. My rabbit was torn up. My sister came in, I guess, while I was unconscious. She immediately knew that it had been the boys in the orphanage that had done it, but she didn’t know I wasn’t dead. She killed them, and in the process she must have cut the rope. I awoke two days later in a hospital ward and was told that I had nearly suffocated.
Roxy was gone, and the boys were dead.
I miss her so much. She was my mother, my sister, and my best friend. She protected me and took care of me, and I was so young… When she left, it took me less than a week to decide I wanted to go too. Unfortunately, I was still young and almost immediately got caught by slave traders. During that time, I learned an important lesson; kill or be killed. A year later, my ‘master’ was dead and I was free. Vicious eight year old (rough estimate) on the loose. I never did find my sister, but I’m still looking. I wont rest until I do, but if only she couldn’t Shapeshift! It would be so much easier then. Still…I wonder. I had once heard her mention someone, an older brother or cousin? He was in the picture in the locket I still wear, along with Roxy and my parents. I never knew him, I guess...
So since then I’ve been keeping to myself, doing whatever I can to get money. I trained myself to fight, and on a totally different note, to read/write. Now I wander.