Post by ladya on Nov 21, 2013 21:46:21 GMT -5
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Player: Mandi
Character
Name: Lilybell Hawthorne
Age: 25
Gender: Female
King/Queendom: Alavia (FogHill)
Appearances
A short slight freckle-faced girl with a head of short messy ginger hair and honest brown eyes. A slim androgynous build. She wears wool clothing suited more for a man, with leather chaps and dirty farm boots.
Basic Personality
She is the salt of the earth. While painfully honest and often coming off as being insensitive, she has a big heart and means well at the end of the day. She's a little on the slow side, but built up plenty of experience as an animal handler and a basic survivor.
Likes: Horses, getting her hands dirty, farmers, scrambled eggs, the squeaky sound of a worn saddle, lassoing, tobacco
Dislikes: Politicians, reading, meat, dresses, wine, weapons, dancing
Stats:
Strength: 15
Agility: 11
Constitution: 13
Stamina: 14
Intelligence: 11
Charisma: 10
RP Sample:
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
The sound was quiet and persistent, but still pleasant as it rhythmically continued in the otherwise still evening air. The wind nipped a little harder with each passing minute of the darkening dusk, but it kept the horse light and frisky. Lilybell didn't mind the cold on her cheeks much. It meant getting to a place to sleep faster. Her hand rolled cigarette winked in the twilight as she brought it to her lips and took a deep satisfying drag, holding it between her teeth and dropping her hand to roughly pat the palomino horse beneath her on the neck.
"Atta girl. Only a couple more miles ah reckon," she stated, tousling the cream colored mane and keeping her eyes on the horizon. She lifted the cigarette between her fingers to let out a puff of smoke, squinting at the growing black silhouettes against the purple sky. A campsite maybe? Or perhaps a village.
Maybe a group of bloodthirsty natives that scalp carrot topped girls.
"Pff." The rider popped the cigarette back into her mouth, untying a coiled rope from her belt and digging her heels into the horse's sides to lope to their next destination.
Secret Code
ABC12325H1251992
Player: Mandi
Character
Name: Lilybell Hawthorne
Age: 25
Gender: Female
King/Queendom: Alavia (FogHill)
Appearances
A short slight freckle-faced girl with a head of short messy ginger hair and honest brown eyes. A slim androgynous build. She wears wool clothing suited more for a man, with leather chaps and dirty farm boots.
Basic Personality
She is the salt of the earth. While painfully honest and often coming off as being insensitive, she has a big heart and means well at the end of the day. She's a little on the slow side, but built up plenty of experience as an animal handler and a basic survivor.
Likes: Horses, getting her hands dirty, farmers, scrambled eggs, the squeaky sound of a worn saddle, lassoing, tobacco
Dislikes: Politicians, reading, meat, dresses, wine, weapons, dancing
Stats:
Strength: 15
Agility: 11
Constitution: 13
Stamina: 14
Intelligence: 11
Charisma: 10
RP Sample:
Squeak, squeak, squeak.
The sound was quiet and persistent, but still pleasant as it rhythmically continued in the otherwise still evening air. The wind nipped a little harder with each passing minute of the darkening dusk, but it kept the horse light and frisky. Lilybell didn't mind the cold on her cheeks much. It meant getting to a place to sleep faster. Her hand rolled cigarette winked in the twilight as she brought it to her lips and took a deep satisfying drag, holding it between her teeth and dropping her hand to roughly pat the palomino horse beneath her on the neck.
"Atta girl. Only a couple more miles ah reckon," she stated, tousling the cream colored mane and keeping her eyes on the horizon. She lifted the cigarette between her fingers to let out a puff of smoke, squinting at the growing black silhouettes against the purple sky. A campsite maybe? Or perhaps a village.
Maybe a group of bloodthirsty natives that scalp carrot topped girls.
"Pff." The rider popped the cigarette back into her mouth, untying a coiled rope from her belt and digging her heels into the horse's sides to lope to their next destination.
Secret Code
ABC12325H1251992