Alias: Little Red Riding Hood
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 113 lbs
Basic Appearance: For the most part, Red wears, obviously, her blood-red cloak which covers her whole body. (pay attention, this comes up later. =3) If you ever get under that, she tends to wear tight fitting black clothes. As for appearance, Red looks younger than she actually is, seeming to be perhaps 17 or 18. Don't be fooled, she has wisdom past her years and isn't a pushover either. Her hair is blond and fairly short, just past her ears, and occasionally pokes out the sides of her cloak. For the most part, her face is covered, and the only thing visible is her eyes, which match the colour of her cloak. Her face when seen, also looks closer to that of a child - not quite there, but it's definitely not an older woman. Of course, this is part of the reason she does cover her face, people can't seem to take her seriously when they've seen her. If her looks needed to be described, they would be "cute", as opposed to "hot" or "sexy."
Personality Red's outward appearance is mysterious, so to say. She rarely speaks, but when she does, her words carry weight. Her commands are concise but brief. She doesn't like to be bothered with petty concerns, but if they do rise up, she will give her full attention to resolving them. Like a good commander, she makes solid decisions in a fight, and would never ask something of her subordinates that she herself would not do. In larger battles, she brings up the rear - just because she's the leader doesn't mean she needs to go out and get herself killed. She treats everyone equally and with respect, having had this instilled by her grandmother, who had suffered at the hands of discrimination.
When Red isn't with others, or is with someone she is close with, she lets down her guard. She is still quiet and calm, but she tends to be a bit more cheerful. Only a bit, though. She also tends to be a bit of a romantic, though being a leader doesn't give her much time for something like that. She has a habit of fingering her cloak when she is embarrassed or nervous, but that doesn't happen often. Red is extremely shy, which is one of the reasons she doesn't talk to people. She hasn't had much contact with men, having lived in a forest for a good chunk of her life, and as such is extremely awkward when alone with one. This is essentially the one time she becomes the girl that she tries not to be. She gets very flustered, and stutters a lot. But again, how often would she trust anyone enough for this to happen?
Likes: Picnics, her grandma, the woodsman, grapes, romantic novels(but only when no one is looking), quick resolutions, simplicity.
Dislikes: Horror novels(ironically, she's just fine when killing them), long conversations/fights, broccoli, wolves, the Dark Court
Psychological Disorder(s): Red is completely mentally and physically sound. (lawljokenoonegets) She was traumatized when she was cut out of the wolf's belly. As such, she goes into an insane sort of withdrawl without her cloak on or nearby. The only other thing is that she fiddles with her axe when in tense situations.
Background: Essentially, Little Red Riding Hood grew up with her grandmother. Now, the tale is a little different than the common version. Red's grandmother used to be a witch, back in her prime. However, she eventually retired to the forest to live a calmer life. As she grew older, she had a daughter, who got married, and out popped Red. However, Red's parents were killed when she was young, and her grandmother took her in. She learned her grandmother was a witch, and frequently helped her with small spells and the like. Red's grandmother was also the local healer - of course, everyone was terrified of her. However, another reason she was shunned, was because she was associated with the Dark Court and their kind. As such, the grandmother made Red promise to treat all people fairly, so that Red would not discriminate and cause pain like her grandmother felt.
One day, Red met a wolf. She found him slightly saddening, almost akin to herself, and treated him as she would've a brother. He liked to help her out, and while he thought she didn't know, she did. Red appreciated the help and the kind thoughts from the wolf. Strangely, she was never scared of him, even though by all logic she should have been.
One day, she came home with a basket of herbs for her grandmother. However, when her grandmother opened the door, she seemed...different. Maybe it was the smell of blood, or maybe it was the way she carried herself. "You're...you're Wolf, aren't you?" But before she could say more, she was eaten. What had happened to grandma? Everything was so, so dark....
Thankfully, an old woodcutter heard the sounds of fighting and ran into the house. He sliced the wolf's belly open and saved Red and her grandmother, kicking the wolf out. However, her grandmother had her arm eaten in the fight and died of blood lost when she was locked in the closet. With her last breath, she enchanted Red's cloak and asked her save the kingdom from the Dark Court. On an off note, Red's cloak is dyed with real blood, the wolf's, her grandma's and hers, and is preserved by the spell. "You...you were my brother. Why would you do that?" Red promised, and the woodcutter who was still there, decided to help out. He was actually a dark knight in the past, and had done many horrible deeds for the Dark Court. However, he met a nice peasant girl, whom he fell in love with. He ended up having to kill her for the Court, but was snapped back sanity by the deed. He defected, and lived in the forest as a hermit, chopping wood and mourning over his love and his terrible acts. He gave Red his sword, Graban, making sure Red understood the curse that came with it. Red left the forest to fulfill her promise.
Partner: Woodsman. He may occasionally show up. NPC, advisor to Red, but lives in the forest they had been in. No other partner.
Current Story: Red was in search of a way to fulfill her promise to her grandmother, and joined up with the resistance, the White Order. She was quickly promoted for her prowess(no, not in bed, you naysayers) in combat and leadership, and she took the commander's mantle(or cloak..) when he died in battle. Once she learned that the wolf had survived, she also swore to avenge her grandmother and kill him properly this time. "I forgive you for what you've done to me...but not what you did to grandma. You will pay, Wolf." Since coming, Red has become fast friends with Baby Bear, and Bear is now a trusted comrade, one of the reasons she is able to a spy for Red.
Weaponry: The black sword known as Graban, the grave digger. It's a sword with a lot of history and a curse - whoever it is given to must carry it until death. A claymore type sword, being heavy to everyone except Red, and needing two hands to wield.
Her trademark blood red cloak. More on this below.
A picnic basket. It really has no use beyond sentimental meaning, but it has been enchanted to have a backpack size on the inside. Basically, it's her soldier's backpack.
The woodcutter's axe. Given to her by the woodcutter, it has no unique abilities. But, she carries it at her waist and it can be used as a weapon in a pinch.
Powers Red's cloak was enchanted by her grandmother for invisibility. Unfortunately, the ingredients were low class, so while her grandmother was powerful enough to make it a success, the cloak does not fully do it's job. Instead, when Red uses it, it makes her blend into the background, masking her presence for the most part, but animals might be perceptive enough....10 minute use for every hour of so. It needs to recharge.
Swordsmanship. Red has trained for years with her sword Graban in hopes of getting revenge on the wolf that ate her and her grandmother. As such, she is extremely familiar with her sword. Graban can give Red burst strength and speed in times of extreme danger, making her faster, stronger, and able to react faster. During this time, as an off note, she can wield Graban with one hand.