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Aislyn Shields

"No longer will I be the Emperor's Great Mistake."

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a character in “The Legend of Soria: The Sacred Swords Part I”, originally authored by Lifecharacter, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Aislyn Shields
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Basic Information


Name: Aislyn Shields

Nickname: Lyn, Princess, Mistake

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Handedness: Right-handed, though she had become adept at using a shield with her left arm.


Appearance


Height: Aislyn stands at a modest height of 5'6.

Weight: Owing to her physical training and the resulting muscle mass, Aislyn's weight of 134 lbs. is a bit more than one would expect.

Hair: A head of gold fashioned into a somewhat messy bob cut, though a few strands in the back were allowed to grow to the point of reaching her hips and are tied into a braid.

Eyes: Dark gray blue eyes reminiscent of her father's glow with the life and energy one would expect from a young girl.

Build: She has a somewhat slim frame, though her chest, waist, and hips are clearly defined along her figure. Her routine exercise and training has also given a muscular tone to most of her body.

Skin Tone: Though naturally fair skinned, she finds it incredibly easy to become tanned with even the minimum amount of sun exposure, causing her to have a slight tan on her face, neck, arms, and legs.

Scars: She hasn't been exposed to too much actual danger since she only recently joined the Interfectors, but she still has a rather prominent scar on the inside of her left leg from the bottom of her foot to the middle of her shin from a nasty fall she suffered as a child and the surgery necessary to reset the bones afterwards.

Clothing: While there will always be some variance in her clothing depending on the situation, what never really changes is Aislyn's obstinate refusal to wear anything but a dress. Her favorite, and, therefore, the one she is most likely to wear, is a long, violet dress that brushes against the floor if she's not too careful. Its trim is a darker shade of violet and it comes with an extra layer to cover her shoulder's and chest that matches this. On her upper body (before armor has been added), nothing but her neck and hands reveal any manner of skin, but, on the lower half, the dress splits in front of her right leg to allow for easier movement. To prevent showing an immodest amount of skin and keep her a bit warmer, stockings are worn that cover everything but the upper half of her thigh. In addition to actual clothing, she also wears a series of steel chains around her neck and chest that are attached to small trinkets of the same material, gifts she's received from her father that match the headpiece she wears because "It's too cruel to hide her face under a helm."


Personality


Personality Description: As a child, Asilyn was adventurous to the point where her busy mother often had to hunt her down so she didn't spend the night cold and hungry. At first, this activity was encouraged by the Senators and other nobles who would give her pieces of candy or shiny coins after she broke up the monotony of their day. Unfortunately, after the actual identity of her father was all but fact in the eyes of these nobles, they stopped giving her gifts and started referring to her as a problem for the future. This plummeted her self-esteem to the point where she started seeing herself as a burden to her mother, her father, and to the Empire as a whole. If it wasn't for the instructor showing up for her and giving her something to do that could be of some benefit to her father, she probably would have gone through life in a stupor.

Even with the added confidence and relief of her self-loathing that this training brought, she still acts rather meekly towards anyone that could even be perceived as a superior and it's still fitting to say that she has a low opinion of herself. She hopes to achieve more and more and receive the praise of all those people who scorned her as a child, but the actual goal is far off, if not impossible to reach, in her eyes. To anyone who is not seen as someone above her, though she acts friendly, she has been known to be a bit controlling in something that could easily be identified as her overcompensating for her lack of self-esteem.

Likes & Loves:
The Emperor
Exercise
Solitude
The color violet
Dresses

Dislikes:
Responsibility
Insects
Attention
Traveling

Fears:
High Places: Having experienced what it's like to fall from the top of a large set of stairs and survive with a minimal amount of damage, Aislyn is not in any hurry to put herself into another position where falling a great distance is even a possibility. Due to necessity, she has managed to overcome her feelings of dread every time she's forced to use a staircase, but so much as looking out a window is enough to make her anxious.

Women: As a child, the noble ladies of the Senate and the magistracy seemed incapable of not gossiping every time they spotted young Aislyn. A few times, some of them even approached her to remind her of her status as nothing but a mistake of the emperor and how much trouble she was causing everyone just by being alive. To this day she still finds herself feeling incredibly awkward around other women and finds it incredibly difficult to even look them in the eyes as they speak to her.


Sword Information


Name: Titan

True Name: Titan Wields the Greatest Burden

Sword Appearance Titan's appearance is not something that will catch the eye of anyone looking for a legendary sword. Its hilt is wrapped in a faded brown leather to supply an ample and necessary grip for the weapon and the pommel this leads into is a large black bead held in place by a metal claw. The actual hilt of the sword holds the color of gray steel and comes in the shape of a curved rectangle that has had its edges bent downward to offer protection for the wielder's hands. The actual blade doesn't have any odd shape or curve to it when compared with a standard longsword, but it appears to have been carved out of stone; it doesn't reflect anything but the tiniest sliver of light, it holds a pale grayish brown color with odd specks throughout, and it is covered with a rough, sandpaper-like texture that makes it seem like no one has bothered to care for it for as long as there's been a prophecy about it.

Sword Ability: Titan is a blade without a definitive weight. While remaining structurally the same, the weight can change to be anything from being light enough that a summer breeze could whisk it away to being heavy enough to make the entire vicinity around the sword incredibly dangerous.


Biography


Aislyn came into this world surrounded by her mother and a single midwife in a small dormitory inside the Senate house. Her mother, a servant amongst many who cleaned the floors of the Senate, was young at the time, but managed to give her daughter a modestly happy upbringing. There were always rumors going around about the potential fathers and the scandals that would result from each one, but she was too young to really understand them and they never reached anything more than harmless gossip to whisper to each other during one's free time. This changed when she was older and had the freedom of movement and the freedom from an old caretaker that allowed her to wander about.

On these little journeys through the many, confusing halls most of the workers, guards, and the occasional noble would crouch down, ask a few questions of the unintuitive child, and send her on her way with the possibility of a piece of candy making the perilous adventure worth it for the young Aislyn. One day, as she mightily strode through the halls she was starting to become familiar with, a man surrounded by guards that she hadn't seen before noticed her and asked whose child she was. The answer she provided didn't seem to evoke any sort of surprise or odd interest in the man, but he did offer her a little steel pin that was attached to his clothing and sent her on her way. While nothing really stood a chance at beating candy in the child's mind, she did come to like the small trinket she had received with the way it shined in the light and had a pretty markings of a bird on it. Later that night when her mother noticed what her child had brought back that day, she angrily quizzed her daughter on how she came to have it and only relaxed after being told the description of the man who gave it to her. As a result of this token of kindness, the gossiping members of the Senate and magistracy gained a much greater level of fervor for the apparent scandal, causing the once sought after treats of the nobles to be replaced by scorn and apathy.

Throughout the rest of her childhood, she would go on to receive the occasional trinket or toy from the man she eventually came to recognize as her father and, later, the Emperor, though they were few and far between. The greatest of these gifts to her would come at the age of nine when an official of the Senate came to her mother's room with an offer to train the servant's daughter in the use of sword, shield, and spear. Since refusing would basically mean that her daughter would grow up as just another servant, she accepted and a few days later Aislyn got her first experience in being beaten by a stick repeatedly. Though she would eventually improve to the point where she wouldn't return home with a slew of new bruises covering her body, it wasn't the most pleasant couple of years of her life. After this crash course in martial combat finally ended with her being able to properly spar with her instructor and even land a hit or two, she was inducted into a more rigorous training program to elevate her talents above that of a simple guard. While this new training regiment proved to be magnitudes more severe than the last, succeeding would mean becoming an Interfector and being closer to her father. She would eventually go on to survive the training and examinations and be inducted into service at the age of eighteen. Though there isn't any great ceremonies for the members of a secret organization, she did receive a sword and buckler from her father with the same markings as the other gifts he had given to her. Only a few months after joining she was sent to Peacemark for some important task that the commander there is to inform her of.


Additional Information


Family:
Callum Tarrow: Father and occasional benefactor of young Aislyn, the 42 year old Emperor.

Falon: Aislyn's mother, a servant in the Senate house who will be turning 38 in the coming year.

Health:
Fitness: Aislyn is incredibly fit, having undergone not just the training for the Interfectors, but passing the examination for it as well. Though her smaller frame prevents her from overpowering any opponent larger than her with sheer strength, she is able to move fluidly while wearing her armor and wielding her sword and shield. She generally relies on blocking and forcing an opening in her opponent's defense rather overpowering them or being quicker than them.

Medical Condition: Aislyn is not a frequent sufferer of illness or injury, throughout her entire life, she has only needed to see the doctor once after falling down some stairs and has only been afflicted with minor colds that barely hamper her day to day routines.

Allergies: Cats. While she's capable of being around them and even playing with them if the moment strikes her, the moment her hands touch her eyes or any place remotely close to them, they begin to itch and won't cease itching for the rest of the day.

So begins...

Aislyn Shields's Story

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Caine Crosswell


As the five of them, each sitting an a fine horse, all most likely as parched as he was, trudged on, the horses panting and kicking up sprays of yellow grains as they walked, Caine was fiddling unnecessarily with his sword, holding it sideways as it burned back and forth from a dim red to a brilliant white. He observed the blade, curious of it's odd powers. He ran his hand along the hot steel after the fire had dimmed, feeling it's smooth metal. He suddenly swung it right, the left, almost accidentally taking his horse's ears off in the process. He then decided to return the blade to it's scabbard, before sighing, and slumping forward, observing his four companions. 

First of all Leo, his long-time, and really, only real friend. Not to mention partner in crime. When they'd first met, Leo had been nothing more than a street urchin, and Caine had been nothing more that a angry, spoiled (Yet dashingly handsome) brat. Now they were well known associates of Peacemark's underworld, stealing from the rich, selling the trinkets and bobbles to the fences, and giving the proceeds to the needy, and although the poor weren't exactly Caine's top priority, they were Leo's, and he would help his friend no matter what. Besides, it was a great source of fun, and an excellent boredom reliever. Caine had managed to stay out of trouble with the gaurd, seeing as he was Lord Crosswell's only son, but he wasn't sure he'd ever know how Leo managed.

He looked over to the silver haired haired girl, who was tied with him for the youngest of the group. He didn't know much about Rhoda, as was the case with most of the others, but he could tell she was just as deadly as she was beautiful. What he did know, or rather heard, was that she was a traveling swordsman...Er, swordswoman, who was somehow tied in with the ancient warriors. What scared him the most however, was that sword of hers. He didn't know exactly what it did, as she hadn't said, or if she did, he wasn't paying attention as usual, but for some reason he couldn't put his finger on, he thought that if if he tried anything with her, it'd be the last thing he ever did.

Then there was Anguish, the stoic cloaked guy. He couldn't seem to figure this guy out. He was usually somewhat good at reading people, or, at least he thought he was...now that he thought about it, he had been slapped in the face by quite a few girls..."Nevermind", he thought, "That's not important now.". Anguish seemed to be a sad fellow, but didn't give off any particular signs of sadness, which, now that he considered it, didn't make much sense, but he still maintained the thought. He seemed nice enough though, and he was sure they'd get along, or at least not get in each others way.

Finally, was Aislyn, the Interfector. As the son of a lord, he'd already known of there secret order, but that didn't make them any less mysterious and badass. Hell, he'd have wanted to join them of their job didn't consist of babysitting Lords and Ladies all day. She seemed fairly nice, if a bit controlling, but Caine was sure that came with being part of the Emperor's secret service. Not only that, but she was technically in charge of the rag-tag group.

Becoming bored with his observing, he decided to unhook his feet from the saddle, laying them forward, crossing his arms and laying down along the horses back. This however, was an absolutely idiotic idea, and no sooner than he'd became comfortable, he found himself laying uncomfortably face-down in the sand, his horse quickly galloping away towards sweet freedom. 

"Hey! G-get back here you long-faced tail-swisher!" he yelled at the beast, sitting up and spitting sand out of his mouth.

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Rhoda A. Dunoir


Sighing slightly as she brushed a strand of white hair from across her scarlet eyes, forcing her flowing ponytail down over her shoulder for what seemed like the thousandth time, the young traveler looked up slightly at the sun blazing overhead, and adjusted the hood of the white mantle she'd purchased for the trip and now wore over her usual ensemble, pulling it down over her face in a futile attempt to keep the light out of her eyes. While the thin fabric of the cloak ensured that it wouldn't overheat her greatly, and the airy nature of her high cut dress - combined with the fact that she was currently riding at a fairly brisk pace on the back of a horse - meant she'd probably stay reasonably cool, it was still a desert they were traveling in, with all the burdens that entailed. Already, she was feeling a thin line of sweat settling into place over her brow, and they'd only recently begun the journey.

Ah, yes. The journey. It had been one that she had been planning for a long time. Yet, despite that, she hadn't really expected to make the trip with company. It had been almost a month now since she'd heard the ominous news, supposed sightings of the Shari and their dark masters, creatures that, since their defeat, had only really been known in legends. Yet, their presence was unmistakably a reality, and it was a grim existence that would have to be dealt with. The sword hanging from her side told her so, and, although she couldn't exactly describe or explain how she perceived this fact, she knew it to be so. It simply wasn't a matter that could be questioned. And so, guided by the blade she now carried, the sword her First Ancestor had carried long before she had even entered the world, she had set out. She was no stranger to traveling, having lived the large part of her young adult life wandering from place to place, and this trip had, at first, been no different. She had gone from town to town, either bargaining as best she could for food and lodgings, or working for those necessaries as well as for transport. Bit by bit, mile by mile, she had made her way alone across the country itself, slowly growing closer and closer to her destination. At first, her arrival in Peacemark had seemed like it would be just another such stop on her journey. And yet, in that city, things had suddenly changed somewhat. In asking around for supplies and guidance toward the legendary tower - although nobody seemed to know of its exact location, the city and its people were rich in old tales and legends that could tell her the direction in which she was supposed to go - she had abruptly been confronted by a girl, one of the companions with whom she now traveled. This girl, a member of an apparently mythical order even she had doubted the existence of, had, to her surprise, apparently already gathered several other individuals with blades like her own, the legendary swords of ancient times. Although she wasn't surprised to be found, she was slightly surprised to know that these others were also headed to the same destination as herself: the tower. Although she'd been somewhat reluctant to join, being rather wary of other people, there was a certain strength in numbers, and she couldn't have hoped to acquisition the supplies she needed in any reasonable amount of time otherwise. But, with the assistance of the Interfector girl, she could procure the necessary rations and horse for her own use. It had been a tempting offer, one she had ultimately agreed to. And now, here she was, an unknown number of miles out of Peacemark, riding alongside people she hardly knew to a legendary destination, with a weapon at her side that most people of the present age would have thought was just a fairy tale. There was a certain sense of awe to the whole situation that wasn't lost on her despite her calm, stoic demeanor, a sense that had remained with her from the moment she'd been guided to this place up to the present.

The silence that had fallen over the group hadn't been broken for some time now. Each rider merely stared ahead, guiding their horses only in the vaguest sense and simply scanning the horizon idly with their eyes. The only sounds were the quiet whine of the wind across the endless sea of sand, the measured breathing of the mounts beneath them, and the dull noise of hooves kicking up sand with every step. Idly, Rhoda reached down and patted the neck of her own mount - a fine mare with a soft gray hide; a large, strong creature that was probably descended from some breed of warhorse or another, considering its rather formidable build - which, compared to the horses ridden by the rest, seemed rather fresh. She hadn't exactly pushed it very hard, simply going alongside the other riders at whatever pace they chose without ever really forcing her mount to move out of its comfort zone. Besides, she traveled light, and wasn't much of a load herself. The beast chuffed, leaning slightly into her hand as she gave it a few reassuring strokes. The traveler had found that if you treated your horse well, it would do much more for you than if you simply ignored it. There was a certain loyalty and respect that even the smallest kindnesses could instill in the noble beasts of the sort she now rode. This horse was no exception.

An angry cry of surprise from next to her attracted her attention. At last turning her gaze from the long, featureless path ahead, she glanced out from beneath her white hood, her scarlet eyes settling on the source of the sound in an instant. One of her traveling companions, a noble boy of some sort, if she had his manner pegged right, had evidently gotten tired of sitting up - she wasn't surprised by this, as personal comfort was usually more important to members of the higher class than physical endurance or training - and had decided to try lying down on the back of his horse, perhaps hoping to fall asleep. Well, that wasn't likely, considering the moving nature of his would-be bed, but it seemed that the horse itself had problems with the idea, as it shifted uncomfortably, evidently made slightly nervous by how its rider was moving about on top of this. This slight jolt was all it took to shake the silly boy from his precarious perch, dropping him face first into the sand while his horse began trotting out ahead. Reaching out, the white-haired rider casually caught the reins of the horse, gently prodding her own mount to stay alongside it while she brought the wayward beast to heel, slowly stopping both mounts and then turning back toward the fallen rider. Swinging out of the saddle of her own mare, she hopped dextrously down, letting go of its reins - it was well trained enough not to bolt and run like the boy's mount had attempted just a moment before - and reaching out with her now freed hand to the fallen rider, offering him some assistance in getting up while at once calming his horse as best she could.

"Are you alright?" She asked quietly as she helped the boy to his feet, speaking one to one with another member of the party for perhaps the first time since she had joined the group. Her voice was gentle and soft, an airy sound that emanated from the slightly concealing hood of her mantle. Yet her speech also held a certain firmness to it, a calm yet direct tone that, although it most certainly showed emotion, seemed to cast this aside in favor of a pointed, straight-to-the-point manner of address.

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Leo Collander


Sitting on a well groomed horse in the annoying blaze of the sun, that Leo hated with a passion, that burned almost as bright as the sun. Everytime he looked at the sun it reminded him of that fire which scarred part of his body and took away his family. Turning his eyes down from the sky Leo looks at the reason he was brought on this journey a sword that rested on his hip. This sword and the swords his companions possesed were supposed to help somehow. Leo didn't really understand all he knew was that he needed to help.

Leo only knew one of his companions before they set out, Caine Crosswell. A noble who hates other nobles, who helped Leo steal from the nobles to make money to give to the poor, which unfortunatly got Leo into a couple tricky situations. One of these situations was where he found Dust, his sword. All in all Caine was a good friend and someone reliable to have around, however sometimes Leo wished Caine would fall off his high horse.

Suddenly a loud sound snaps Leo to attention noticing a cloud of dust nearby his horse, all Leo can do is chuckle as Caine is helped up from the ground by one of the girls. Then with a sigh Leo kicks his horse into a gallop for a short while to see if he can catch Caine's horse. Stopping before rounding a large hill Leo turns around abandoning the futile chase of the horse and returning to the group.

The setting changes from The Iron Desert to Soria

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Aislyn Shields

No one ever expects their first to be anything amazing or something you'll look back on with pride; it generally involves someone unimportant, the action is lackluster, and the result is both disappointingly early and unsatisfying to any degree. Most won't even talk about their first unless they're drunk and feel like joining in on the self-deprecatory ridicule of each other. The obvious reason for this lack of quality is, obviously, the lack of experience the person has. It supposedly gets better after a few times, you have more experience and are generally given more opportunities once you complete that awkward first time. That's what they say anyway, but Aislyn wouldn't be able to find out if it was true for quite a long time; journeys across the kingdom don't tend to end quickly.

Though, it must be said, that after a few horror stories about what other Interfectors had to do for their first assignment, escorting a bunch of children around doesn't seem too bad. The Rhoda girl seemed pleasant enough, even though being around her put the older girl on edge, and Anguish, from that house who seemed to have a tradition for passing down a horrible name, was at least quiet. Caine, someone who likes pissing away the comfy life thousands would gladly kill for, was another story, and Leo suffered from being his associate. After assembling all the people she had been able to find who had acquired, through legitimate means or thievery, one of the sacred swords, they made their way through the Iron Desert. She had received the five fine horses from her commander in Peacemark and was to take both them and their swords to the Tower of Istrikahn, a mission of apparently divine importance, but not one that required a more seasoned Interfector, or ten of them for that matter.

The workings of both the Gods and the upper echelons of the Interfectors would likely always be a mystery to Aislyn, because she was very aware of what was strapped to her back. A weapon that incredible, that destructive, and four others just as powerful were being carried by children across the desert, alone, without any proper security beyond the only recently accepted Aislyn. Forget about demons and the Gods, what were they supposed to do in the event that bandits showed up, or rebels, or any other force more organized than these five? Yes, the Interfectors are skilled warriors and excellent guards, but there is a limit to their skills and it likely falls short of an opposing army.

Regardless of her worries over what her commander's were thinking assigning her to this mission alone, she was now leading these people to do their gods' work against something that means to kill them along with everyone else. So, with that pressure weighted on her shoulders, the sudden sound from behind her and the loud calls that followed; apparently, the young lord had forgotten how to ride a horse and fall off. While some unbroken horses might throw off a rider, the ones that they were given were certainly well-trained and, therefore, the blame could solely be placed upon something the rider did. To prevent something like this from happening again and slowing them down further, Aislyn turned her horse as Caine and Rodah remounted theirs.

"It's good that you are unharmed, but we need to hurry and cross the desert before anything happens. Please refrain from doing anything that will delay us further." Turning back around and continuing with the pace she had set prior to whatever accident had just occurred, a slight smile appeared on her face; it wasn't often that she was able to tell others what to do.

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Rhoda A. Dunoir


The enigmatic cloaked figure simply nodded in response to the boy's sheepish reply, gently releasing his hand, turning, and hopping up onto her own mount once more. Her movements were fluid, swift, and seemingly effortless, almost as though she was some kind of a ghost simply floating back up into the saddle instead of actually having to climb it. Her scabbard clacked softly against the saddlebag, the only sound she made save for the quiet hiss of the sand as her feet left it, causing countless tiny grains to cascade down into her wake, obliterating her footprints the second she left them.

For a moment, she was completely silent, and it seemed as though perhaps she wouldn't answer the young noble's question, as the party's guide quickly interjected with a gentle scolding. In response to the Interfector's admonition, Rhoda merely nodded, and remained quiet for a moment. However, just when it seemed like she wouldn't speak any further, her quiet voice once more emanated from her white hood, nearly drowned out by the wind that spent the desert continuously.

"Wargleam," Rhoda answered in a single word, her voice quiet, stoic, and perhaps even somewhat unnerving. "Dunoir House. It's... just outside the city." It was strange, listening to her speak. Her words came slowly, and were very subdued and soft. Neither her speech nor her demeanor betrayed any of the thoughts going through her mind at the moment, both being concealed behind a calm, tranquil mask. Hearing her, one couldn't be sure if she was quiet because of some sort of shyness that crippled her attempts to speak, or if it was because she for some reason had literal difficulty talking. She was a mystery, and she was one that became only more enigmatic the more you knew about it.

Drawing forth her own canteen and taking a small sip, she quickly capped the waterskin once more and returned it to the saddlebag, giving a slight nod of her her in the direction of the rest of the party to signal that they should probably start moving. Gently prodding her mare, she once more set off at a slow trot, quickly coming alongside the others and simply joining them in mutual silence. What had been asked of her had been answered, and what she could do to help had been done. Now, all there was to do was to continue on their journey. It was as simple as that.