Telebora Forsythe, from The Multiverse, a roleplay on RPG

Dangerously dark brunette bangs ran in wild waves and hung past slighly broad shoulders to rest in the middle of her spine, framing an oval soft face. Darkest of brown eyes directed to see deep into the soul of her company, where one could get easily lost in the depths of the melted choclate hue. Framed by thick dark lashes and black liner that helped the dangerous look. Attractive, though seemingly she ignored it. She adorned her figure, her shapley long legs, in long dark black pants loose to the fit tucked into black leather boots came to a stop just short of her knee's. Shapely blue white blouse spilt frills over her chest, not in the slightest way feminine.Mounted 'pon well roundnded hips was a thick leather belt carrying all sorts of primal gadgets. Always close by her was her long leather jacket, that fit over her figure in a slimming form showing off shape without coming across girlish. Upon her head sat a leather three cornered hat with a faded picture and engravings indechpherable to the naked eye. Around her wrist a shark's tooth and leather bracelete settled, a keepsake she never removed. Her tanned skin sported a thorned rose tattoo on her full cheek, just below her right eye.

Personality

The woman was a mystery. She had a dangerous but trust-worthy and reliable sense about her. She wasn't one for dressing like a lady, or normally for that matter, which reflected her personality. She wasn't a bad person, but she wasn't always so well mannered or inside the law depending on her mood, or the atmosphere. To some she might act flirtatious, to others absent, to most confused with how to socialize. She may be after a companion, or just playing around for her own amusement. She would sometimes keep to herself, and at other times causes a scene. Her actions were unpredictable to those who didn't know her, and since she travelled alone, that was everyone. She'd never made a friend, she'd lusted but she'd never loved, and never kept in touch. Though no one knew it she was capable of complete devotion to any cause she wished to take on. Extremly stubborn, and refuses to be controlled in any form. Oh but now I'm rambling, much like Smithy does herself. Though with her slang, which when drunk is rather heavy, she enjoys the surprize on people's faces when she speaks with nobility and high-class english which she has aquired through her love of books and poetry.

Equipment

In a black leather bag she keeps her jacket. Concealed upon her belt sits a Long-bladed dagger, it's hilt shone of silver and it glinted on the blue gems that encrusted it. She'd not lawfully come upon it either. Also on the belt was an old styled pistol that was worn with age. She liked the older days and cherished any artefect that she found of it.

History

Her past was a mystery concealed to even her. At the age of 17, or what she took to be 17 she awoke in an alley with no recelection of her past. She made her own name, Telebora Forsythe, from bits and peices of words she'd read along her way, but she picked up the nickname Smith, or Smithy for herself. Miss Smith was what she'd call herself when at the wrong end of the law, or about to be. As she grew she wandered on, her fighting skills came natrually and discovered when attacked at random, or when fighting her way out of a brawl. Women she met called her crazy, and she'd never tire of hearing them say "That woman is not quite right." and while some men would steer clear, other followed her step by step.

Telebora Forsythe's Story

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Gambit's Bar

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#2010-11-08 03:26:34, as written by Smithy

Telebora Forsythe entered after an enthusiastic young male. Holding up the doorway for a moment she scanned the room for anyone that may cause her trouble before she found herself a corner booth and ordered her drink, keeping deep choclate eyes on the move.

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