Character Age: 28
Class type: Rogue
Appearance\Physical build:
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, though many say that's not how it used to be. However, thanks to her eerily optimistic and lackadaisical nature, she thinks that the experiences and hardships she had faces 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.
Equipment:
|Rapier | Leather Bandolier | Small waterskin | Knife | Key Loop |
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Talents/Skill level:
- [♥] Ambidextrous: She's been seen to switch hands during swordplay, or even dual wielding her dagger and rapier at the same time.
[♥] Charismatic: Enjoys socializing and conversation.
[♥] Resilient: She will stop at nothing to get what she wants.
[♥] Resourceful: She doesn't fight to be fair, she fights to win. She'll do whatever it takes or die trying.
[♥] Falconry: She has a pet falcon that is a phenomenal tracking bird.
[♥] Agile: Quick on her feet as well as her blows.
[♥] Excellent cook.
However,
Chione cannot, and will not deal with magic. It's her greatest fear, and she is known to abandon a fight or faint when large quantities of magic is being used, especially against her.
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History:
Daughter of a disgraced noble and an elven prostitute, Sheonna had not always been as social, or lively. No, when she was a child - she was more of a recluse, preferring to read and day dream all day. All of it changed when she made her first real friend at the age of fifteen, whom affectionately called her Chione, considering his human tongue couldn't properly pronounce her first name with elven connotation.
Sheonna wasn't one to have many friends - considering her father was a human noble, whom after a night of revelry with her mother, accidently bore the bastard child that is Sheonna herself. Once word came out of her existence, her father was exiled; losing all land, title, and status - only to eventually found in an alley dead after a night of drinking.
However, since she was the only child the noble ever bore, she was bestowed all of his lands and titles - though will never be able to use them being of half blood. Therefore, the last name was put upon her. Even if her last name doesn't hold any weight, she now tends to use it and flaunt it as if it does, quoting:
"It makes me the greatest joke of all time!"
This wasn't always the case, course she wont tell anyone why.
No one really knows what happened to her friend, the only thing she ever remarks about it is: "A dead man tells no tales."