the beauty of war."
Β» Full Name
Aurel Susanna Torne
Β» Occupation/Affiliation
Knighthood of the Adrichal Protectorate
Β» Gender
Female
Β» Age
30
Β» Height
10'1"
Β» Appearance
Aurel usually walks with a hunched back and bent knees, so used to making her way through settlements made with normal human beings in mind. Her armour is a costum made mish mash of plate that protect her elongated limbs from harm on the battlefield. Her awkwardly lanky figure is only fully animated in a fight, wherein she is allowed the full range of her being in strange, deadly pirouettes. Her face is usually hidden by a mask or helmet.
Β» Personality
Aurel is self-conscious about her atrocious height and elongated limbs, though she has few delusions about the advantage it gives her in battle. Regardless, it's difficult to feel like a normal person when you tower above even the tallest of humans. Consequently Aurel is of the quiet persuasion, preferring to hover in the background until something needs slicing. She has a hard time connecting to other people, though not for lack of trying. She likes people, and likes listening to them go about their day, though whenever she tries to join the conversation it tends to... end. Especially because her main topics of conversation involve murder.
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Β» Backstory
The beginnings are only important as a means to an end. Aurel was born, some thirty years ago, and that is all that matters. Her family couldn't support the amount of children that they had, and particularly one that never seemed to stop growing. Aurel was sold to a mercenary for a week's worth of rations and spent most of her teenage years running back and forth, maintaining equipment and keeping her mistress alive outside combat. Her free time was spent in vigorous training as not even the mercenary could deny the advantage of Aurel's growing stature. Over the years, while her personality hardened little, Aurel became more withdrawn as she began to find it hard to relate to anyone but her parental figure, which made for quiet evenings between assignments when the two would sit together in silence and breathe. Her mistress died, as they often do, and Aurel offered her services to KAP in a moment of existential crisis, having lost her only friend and consequently, her path in life.