"War does not determine who is right- only who is left."
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Name:
Akassa Efari
Race:
Sylvan
Class:
Ranger
Age:
50
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Physical Appearance:
Akassa is tall and slender, her skin pale, almost grey. She has greatly defined muscles from lifting great swords, and pulling back bow strings. Her shoulders are more broad compared to normal females, and her hips are wide, but that doesn't stop her from being able to slip between objects easily. Akassas eyes are a bright gold, and glow whenever she's angry or excited. Her hair is long, a hands length past her shoulders, and she usually keeps it down, the sides pulled back in a half up, to keep it off her face. Her ears, although mostly human looking, do round off to a soft point.
Gear/Armor:
Akassa dresses in a full torso silver armor plate, which has decretive gold spiraling through it. She wears a red hooded cape, which connects at her neck as well as around her arms, as if it has sleeves. On her left arm she wears a full sleeve of armor, a sharp point at the elbow. Connected to the gauntlets are plates protecting the back of her gloved hand. The sleeve also is the same silver and gold as the chest plate. Her right arm is unprotected. Around her waist is a leather belt, which has a small pouch attatched to it, as well as a quiver full of arrows. Around her chest, and the upper half of the cape is a strap, which holds her large sword and bow against her back. As for her bottom half she wears leather pants, with ties all the way down the sides, and knee high boots, which have silver and gold armor plating on the fronts and tops. Hidden in her boot is a curved dagger, which she holds close to her.
Height/Weight:
5'11"/120
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[color=#400000Sheol the Destroyer [/color]
Likes:
~Swords
~Adventure
~Puzzles
~Proving to people she's not some disgrace
~Adventure
~Puzzles
~Proving to people she's not some disgrace
Dislikes:
~Rude people
~Racist people
~People who kill for sport
~War
~Racist people
~People who kill for sport
~War
Fears:
~Pain worse then death
~Fighting alone
~Getting lost and never finding her way back
~Fighting alone
~Getting lost and never finding her way back
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Personality
{Quiet, Observent, Cautious, Listener}
Akassa will stand there and have an entire conversation without talking. She's not big on verbal communication, mostly physically showing her exitment, or confusion with facial expressions, her eyes, or movements. The only major reason she'll talk a lot is to communicate her thoughts when absolutely needed, or to give an idea on how to solve something. She'll listen to someone when they need to think aloud, or when they are ranting about something, weither it's good or bad. Just don't expect a reply. Akassa will quietly observe everything, and she's good at reading body language, so she tends to know what you're feeling, even if you're not telling her.
Not only is she quiet, she's cautious. She won't trust many people, unless you're family or her best friend, which she has neither. She's guarded, and keeps most everything secret, until she feels you're ready to see what she has. Most of her personal belongings are hidden in the pouch on her side, or in a bag she carrys with her. It can come off as a bit weird, but she's been taught to hang on to what little she has, no matter if she has to hide even the smallest, most unvaluable thing ever.
Not only is she quiet, she's cautious. She won't trust many people, unless you're family or her best friend, which she has neither. She's guarded, and keeps most everything secret, until she feels you're ready to see what she has. Most of her personal belongings are hidden in the pouch on her side, or in a bag she carrys with her. It can come off as a bit weird, but she's been taught to hang on to what little she has, no matter if she has to hide even the smallest, most unvaluable thing ever.
History:
Not much is known about Akassa, other then she came from a Sylvan father and mother. She was a disgrace from where she came from, a village of close minded humans who disliked any creature other then themselves, but her parents loved her dearly. When her father had to go to war, Akassas mother took care of her, teaching her how to fend for herself, as well as how to protect herself, knowing the world was cruel enough to attack Akassa. Her father never came home from the war. Still believing her father was still alive, she set out at the age of 25 to look for him, but instead found herself captured, and forced to fight in a war that was not hers to fight. She hated every bit of it, slowly becoming the quiet paranoid half breed she is today.
When Akassa turned 30, she left the war, realizing that, although she hated war, she was good at fighting. It had always been a childhood dream of hers to go on adventures, so with her sword and bow, she went out in search of lore and terrifying myths. She avoided war as much as possible, only passing by towns for a few days before leaving for secluded areas. For many years she explored, making a small name for herself. One day, out of nowhere, she was recruited to join a group of other adventurers, to go on an adventure to save the world, to stop the wars. Of course she joined willingly. She's willing to do anything to stop others from going through the pain of losing a loved one to the greed of men.
When Akassa turned 30, she left the war, realizing that, although she hated war, she was good at fighting. It had always been a childhood dream of hers to go on adventures, so with her sword and bow, she went out in search of lore and terrifying myths. She avoided war as much as possible, only passing by towns for a few days before leaving for secluded areas. For many years she explored, making a small name for herself. One day, out of nowhere, she was recruited to join a group of other adventurers, to go on an adventure to save the world, to stop the wars. Of course she joined willingly. She's willing to do anything to stop others from going through the pain of losing a loved one to the greed of men.
Disclaimer:
No picture on this sheet is mine, I just found them on google.