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Sheonna (Chione) DuCairne

"A coyote isn't a threat until it's persistent."

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a character in “Chasm”, as played by bokystroki

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*Name: Sheonna (Chione) DuCairne
*Age: 28
*Gender: Female
*Race: Half-Elf
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
*Height: 5'6
*Weight: 125lbs

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Class: Rogue
*Skills:
  • Charismatic
  • Ambitious
  • Fleet-Footed
  • Loyal
  • Ambidextrous
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
*Equipment: Rapier | Leather Bandolier | Small waterskin | Knife | Key Loop |

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*Visual Description:

5'6 inches tall, with a pear shaped body that displays a set of wide hips and hints of stomach muscle tone and pale, speckled skin. Her face is heart shaped, with a set of puffy lips that have a deep cupid's bow, causing her smile to look more like a mischievous smirk, rather than something more genuine, and a petite pointy nose - which was definitely inherited from an elven relative. Long lashes accentuate a pair of piercing gold eyes, that always seem to be hooded by fatigue, as black caresses of hair extend down past her shoulders - just barely hitting the bosom area and frame her face on the right side. The other side of her head has been completely shaved - with some sort of skull and crossing swords etched into the side, though most of it can be unnoticeable thanks to a large set of pointy elf ears that are covered in golden paint.

Her hands seem calloused and rough, as well as her backside is more rounded, yet firmer than most. A deep gash can be seen on her right thigh, though it's now permanently marked with scar tissue, and an odd, ancient pattern, while on her left a highly detailed design of lotus flowers goes all the way down from her hip to her ankle, most likely to have some form of symmetry with the scar.

It's safe to assume that she was down right adorable once, though thanks to certain circumstances, it's obvious that she no longer cares to hold up airs, as she's mostly seen covered in guts or tanning oils, yet humming sea shanties and smiling all the same.


*Personality:

Focused, determined, and always smiling - Chione had it all, once. A swashbuckler, sailor, law upholder - she's practically done everything that can feed her greed for gold, yet it all changed once she entered the Chasm. However, thanks to her eerily optimistic and lackadasical nature, she thinks that the Chasm too, is just a simple bump in the road of life, and it doesn't stop her from swaggering into town with a load of monster hides, and a large, grin stretching from ear to ear.

Backstory:

Before getting thrown into the Chasm, Sheonna was a shop owner of a trap shop named "Chione's Chicanery" respectively. She was finally trying to settle down and retire from the bounty hunter life, though it seems that is now not going to happen anytime soon. As for anything previous, well - you'll have to ask her for it. She has plenty a story to tell, and plenty of time to kill.

Family:

The only family Chione ever speaks of is her mother. Granted, she was a prostitute - but hey, she did the best she could! Plus it's not like Chione came out all bad. (Or, did she?)

Motto: "Let me show you what laughter really is!"

Miscellanous:

Sheonna has a pet falcon as a companion known as Mithral. In his heyday, he used to be one of the best tracking birds in the business. Now, he's more of a spoiled, fat, pompous pet.

So begins...

Sheonna (Chione) DuCairne's Story

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The sounds of the market were unusually louder than the usual standard. People were murmuring along, while the familiar sound of keys jingling together around peoples key loops and merchants collecting them seemed to be drowned out by the gossiping amongst the people. Which, could only mean one thing:

New arrivals.


Chione casually made her way - her hips swinging as she walked which made the keys on her own belt loop clang together, followed by a little bell that she had attached on a braided ribbon to secure them as an extra measure, in case if anyone wanted to swipe them.

Bumping against people shoulder to shoulder, she attempted to go to the square, which really just looked like a giant opening with a few make shift benches made out of hide and bones, as well as a well so that she could observe the large tunnel ahead.

That's where everyone's living quarters were located - that's where the new arrivals will wake up and have a panic attack.
"Not too long now." she mused, flopping her knapsack on the ground and sitting on one of the benches languidly. She began to tap her foot, every waiting patiently.

It's been three years since she's been held up within the Chasm, not that she minded much. Still, she knew how scary it was the first day, the fear of awaking somewhere and not remembering how you even got there or moved was definitely a nerve-wrecking experience.

In fact, she couldn't recall ever seeing anyone moving people into the Chasm at all.
Still, while the whole area was shrouded in mystery, she waited.

She was sure she'll get her day to escape, after all.