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| Alicia Sanguine; The Angelic Warrior | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 10 2016, 07:47 AM (113 Views) | |
| Raphael | Dec 10 2016, 07:47 AM Post #1 |
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"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.""
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Name: Alicia Sanguinius Age: Mid to late 20s Race: Barovian Height: 5'10" Appearance: Long wavy blonde hair that ends at her waist. Gleaming green eyes. Large pure white angelic wings that stretch twenty feet from tip-to-tip, and about three feet wide at the largest. Extremely fit, and exceptionally strong. Impossible to hide. Fitness level, basic facial structure and resting expression. http://youqueen.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/Super-Fit-Woman-Resting.jpg Armor: Gambeson that was obviously originally made for someone else. It's been re-cut and re-stitched to match her form, trimmed down from someone much larger. Sword (Right Hand): Being essentially arial calvalry, it pays to have a nice curved sword. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4pRjraprFo Simple Wooden Kite Shield on left arm. Familiar: Golden Eagle named Ari. http://wallpapercave.com/wp/IlJm7kY.jpg Pact: Battle trained male Lion, used to be an unwilling mount to a cruel master, now a faithful companion to his savior. Eight feet long from nose to tail. 450 pounds of solid, ferocious muscle. Mail and leather covers his torso behind the mane. Alicia found the lion dominated by a corrupt psychic captain, running a city like a military dictatorship. After she rallied the village against its oppressors, she freed the lion, but felt an immediate bond with it. Abilities/Traits: Start- Flash, Arcane Familiar, Pact 100- Wings Personality: Strong leader, black-and-white morality, fiercely defends the innocent. A bit naive, but a heart of gold. Typically introverted, but she comes out of her shell strongly when needed. There's still a part of her that longs for acceptance, but she would rather walk through life alone then compromise her integrity. Others typically find her inspirational, and when she gets on about something it can be easy to get swept up with her. She ferociously tenacious when she sets a goal. History: ~~~~~~~~ Beginnings ~~~~~~~~ Alicia, named after her great-grandmother, was born on a clear, sunny day. Unfortunately, it was also the day her mother died. Complications that no mid-wife could handle arouse when little Alicia was born with two protrusions from her back that emerged between the infant's shoulder blades. At first they looked like oddly like handless arms, and some in the small village thought her a demon or mutant. There were whispers that she should be killed before she turned on any residents or got a taste for human flesh... Superstitions, of course. No one would say a word to her father, of course. Reinhardt was an older farmhand, and a veteran of multiple conscriptions. He had served in a light cavalry division because of his experiences with horses, and so preferred curved swords. He still kept his service weapon above the mantle, and besides the gambeson that he kept folded in a chest by his bed, it was all that remained of his days of service. Besides his reputation, that is. No one had ever seen him fight, but so few returned from times of war, things were assumed. Rightly so. Luckily for the grieving man, the gods had granted him three sisters who still lived in the area. One had a child only a month before, and so acted as a wetnurse for the young girl. Within a couple months, feathers started to appear from the protrusions, and it became clear that she was not an abomination, but gifted. By the time she was walking, they had filled in. Unfortunately, this did not equate to acceptance. Reinhardt was able to protect his daughter for years with nothing more then stern glances, and so allowed her to work with her aunts in traditional female roles; spinning, weaving, cooking, baking, helping in the fields, assisting with younger children. Even at a young age, Alicia showed spirit and tenacity. Always the questioning, hard-headed, adventurous child, she was very familiar with her father's switch. Once she even broke her leg jumping off the top of a two story inn. The reason is obvious; she thought she could fly. She was actually able to glide for a while, but panicked and fell. After the leg was painfully set, her father showed a much gentler side when he nursed her back to health, telling her stories every night after he finished his required work. Some were legends, some were stories of battles he had fought in... All were valued by Alicia for the rest of her life. ~~~~~~~~ Broken Wing ~~~~~~~~ When she was 12, she heard laughter coming from a field of high corn. She made her way through the rows, wanting to see what the fuss was about. She had never been too popular... Her family, especially her father, told her that her wings were beautiful. Other people, especially the ones her age, didn't seem to agree. She heard the snickering. Saw the withdrawal. It hurt, but she tried to keep busy. She knew that she was different, and daddy always said different was hard. But he told her not to try and be like everyone else, that she was special, and she'd come to appreciate it in time. She wasn't sure that she believed him... Regardless, she tried. She really tried. As she broke past the last row, her curiosity turned to shock. Four teenage boys, all 3 or 4 years older then her, were tormenting a small eagle. It had a broken wing, and they were poking it with a pitchfork, laughing as they tried to pull feathers off without getting caught by the beak. Alicia felt her face get red, and her hands ball into fists. "STOP!" They all turned to look at her, apparently not noticing her before. She spoke with righteous authority, but she was just a 12 year old girl. A 12 year old girl with wings, but... She didn't know what else to say. She was burning up, her heart was pounding. But she had never been in this situation before. She knew what they were doing was wrong. Very wrong. And she knew she had to do something, say something... But what? "Hey look, bird girl is mad." They weren't impressed by her passion. After the first recovered from the shock of being discovered, the others fallowed behind, jeering as they approached her. "Feeling sorry for your cousin, freak?" Indignation was tainted by fear as the older boys surrounded her, and she realized the situation she was in. Before she could move, two of them grabbed her wings roughly. "Let go of me!" She struggled against them, but it was a futile effort. A third approached her as the talker with the pitchfork sunk one of the prongs into the eagle's wing. It screamed, and she did, too. "No!" Tears burned on her face now, and as one boy grabbed a large feather and ripped it out, the pain made her jerk her wing harder then she thought she could. It ripped it out of the grip of one of the boys and the elbow of the wing snapped forward right into the nose of the boy standing in front of her. There was a snapping found, and a flow of blood. Panic. Everything moved fast after that. All she remembered was that she ended up on the ground, getting kicked. And then they were gone. Through the dirt, tears, and blood, she heard a cry. She was in so much pain, her ribs were hurting, she tasted blood, her wing was stained red... But all she could think about was the eagle. She crawled forward every movement hurting. She had to dig into the ground with her wings to help push her forward. Eventually she made it to the injured avian, and gentle and slowly took it in her arms. "Don't worry... You're safe now." "Thank you." Alicia's eyes snapped open. She stumbled back home weakly, the bird cradled in one arm, using her other to grab anything she could for support. Alicia had never seen her father so angry. He was always tough, never to be crossed, but this was different. He was so furious, it truly scared her. When he grabbed his sword off the mantle she was fully terrified. She had to literally beg him to put it back, but she couldn't keep him from leaving the house. Her aunt stopped her from following, and every minute he was gone she worried more and more. It was dark by the time he returned home. He didn't say anything, but she saw his bleeding knuckles. No one ever spoke of it again. No one ever touched Alicia again, either. ~~~~~~~~ Coming of Age ~~~~~~~~ Ever since that day, things changed. "I won't always be there," her father said. "You need to know how to defend yourself. You shouldn't have to learn this, but sometimes the world is cruel, and violent. Never be cruel, but be better at violence." He made sure she was. Over the years, she trained hard with him. Her father had been cavalry, which meant that he knew how to operate a sword and shield from above an opponent. The training worked out well, as once Alicia could take to the air, she could move fast, chose the time to strike, and strike from above. The eagle got better, nursed back to health by Alicia. They shared some sort of mental link, one Alicia never revealed to anyone, ever. She was different enough, and telling people she talked to a bird would definitely not make it any better. Soon, her and Ari became best friends, and shared all the intimate details of their thought life. After a couple years of training with her father, she was exceptionally athletic. That conditioning especially showed in her back, where she now had more then enough power to work her wings. She had trained with Ari, far away from the sight of her townsfolk, taking the advised of the animal which flew all the time, until she could take to the air as easily as she could walk. Her trial came one day during a bandit raid when she was 17. The guards were overwhelmed, and every man had to grab whatever was nearby. The women locked themselves in various homes, arming themselves and protecting the children if the worst came to pass. Alicia was being rushed off at the order of her father by one of her aunts, when she saw something that made that righteous fire rise again. When she saw the kindly old barkeep she had known for her entire life take a sword across the cheek, she became impossible to control. She knocked away those who tried with her powerful (yet soft) wings, pushing them away until she could get to her sword and shield. She had never used them before, but tonight, she would shed blood. How dare these outsiders hurt these people? How dare they take by force from people who would have feed them if they were starving, given them water if they were thirsty? These were good, honest, hardworking people, and these bandits thought they could just murder, rape, and steal without conscience or consequence? No. Not while she drew breath. By the time she returned to the streets with her armament, the line nearest her was in a bad way. She saw at least three down. One was dead. She recognized his bent nose as the boy who had ripped a feather from her wing years ago... That was irrelevant now. He had long ago apologized, and was now an honest farmhand, a lot like her father. He was one of hers. And they had killed him. "Hold the line!" She rushed behind the men, moving them into a solid line. "Hold the line!" No one questioned. There was no time, and no one else was stepping up to lead. "Hold them here! Push when you see an opening! But don't break the line!" She had thought about killing before. Run through situations that she believed would be worth fighting for. Thinking and doing were two different things. She took to the skies, circling around quickly so the bandits wouldn't see her initial approach. The first time she swooped down, swinging the sword was easy. She did it just like she had practiced on stray dummies countless times, but this was different. The feeling of the steel slicing through flesh, the spray of blood... Some part of her enjoyed it. Some part of her reviled it. She was overjoyed that she was effectively protecting her people. She was fearful of the feeling of ecstasy that came with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. It was too much to worry about now, in the middle of battle. She'd have to sort through these feelings later. The first two she killed before anyone thought to look up, after that it got a little harder. She harassed and flanked where she could, but on one run, she caught a shield rim to the side of the head. She felt the blood run down the side of her head, and she was forced to land by the impact-induced vertigo. Instantly a bandit was charging her down, but luckily she was able to raise a shield in defense before he struck. She deflected the blow to the side, spinning her body around and sweeping the man off of his feet by slamming the top of her wing into the back of his knees. Before he could recover, her sword came down on his unprotected neck, slashing down until the steel hit bone. It was then that she looked up to see others coming towards her, but she took to the air again and was back behind the line of defending villagers before they could get to her. Her distraction had provided them with the edge they needed to push and rout the attackers. She was jubilant in the victory, but her father was somewhere between angry, concerned, and proud. She had noticed that he was absent from the line she had defended, and learned that he was on the other side of the village filling the same role she had taken. Over the coming weeks, father and daughter had a lot of long talks. Reinhardt came to understand that Alicia was meant for something greater then farm life. He couldn't deny her natural skill in combat and leadership, and in the weeks after the skirmish, she had become something of a village hero. From pariah to paragon, overnight. Wanderlust overcame Alicia, and the time came for her to leave and find her path outside the small settlement. Having been in righteous battle once, she yearned for it now. She knew there was a bigger world with others to protect, and greater threats then bandits. Her father gave her a parting gift; his old gambeson and sword. Her aunts had sewed the garment down to her form. It wasn't much, but it was all they could offer. With a promise to return and kiss on the cheek, she left behind a loving and concerned father and a proud village, taking with her only Ari and what she could fit in the pack she carried between her wings. Edited by Raphael, Dec 14 2016, 03:37 AM.
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| Kilik | Dec 14 2016, 02:36 AM Post #2 |
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Keep it short, but embellish
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Well... Now that's a profile. Give me a personality section and detail those pictures in words and you have a solid Renowned. It's a pushing it as it is but the details in my opinion would lock it up for you. |
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| Raphael | Dec 14 2016, 03:01 AM Post #3 |
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"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.""
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Well thank you. It's been a really long time since I've written something like this. I was just feeling inspired (Thank's Davina) on this one, probably won't be doing all my profiles like this. I'm happy people are enjoying it. Imma keep the images, they just match so perfectly with the theme. Added a personality section, but lets be honest, these characters take a path of their own when you start writing with them you can't always predict. |
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| Atonement | Dec 14 2016, 03:05 AM Post #4 |
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Kilik asked me to take a read as well and I gotta say...damn. This is incredibly well written, you really and I mean really drive home what kind of person Alicia is. You get early history in spades (something I am abysmal at) and show actual realistic character development. Her image is clear, her motivations are clear. REINHARDT. I like how you included stuff like her breaking her leg trying to fly. That is the kind of realism that make's Alicia into a believable character. My really only thing I can possibly ask you to include is the process of acquiring her lion. I know it's a small blurb, but you can really expand that I'm sure. As Kilik said not staff or anything but I would sat this is a renowned profile. Well done my friend, I can't wait for Alicia to join us in the world of Mythwood! |
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| Raphael | Dec 14 2016, 03:13 AM Post #5 |
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"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.""
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Lion explained. lol Thanks for reminding me. I appreciate the compliments, I worked hard on it. I'm probably going to debut her at the festival tonight. Edited by Raphael, Dec 14 2016, 03:38 AM.
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| Luthe | Jan 2 2017, 05:15 PM Post #6 |
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| Raphael | Jan 2 2017, 07:41 PM Post #7 |
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"When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.""
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BOOM! Sorry, I got caught up in the whirlwind of emotion. Thanks! |
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