Amberlee Bruna Gelda
Let’s welcome home the soldier girl from (far away, far away)
No angel of mercy just a need to destroy (fire away, fire away)
Let’s toast the hero with blood in her eyes
The scars on her mind took so many lives
Die hard the hunter
Welcome home soldier girl
Put down your pistol, yeah, put down that thing that used to twirl
Yeah, they can take a gun away from you
But never take away your attitude
They can’t do that, no, they can’t do that
You got no enemy, no front line
The only battles in the back of your mind
You don’t know how to change from bad to good
You brought the war to your neighbourhood
You can’t do that, no, you can’t do that
Back in the city, she’s a woman on the loose
She is the shadow that’s following you
She takes no prisoners when she’s hunting for game
She’s got a bullet and it carries your name
(die hard) caught in a trap
(hunter) there’s no lookin’ back
(die hard) she’s hides in the crowd
(hunter) die hard and proud
Nickname: Goldie, Amber, Lee, Bree
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Amberlee comes off as disinterested, here eyes always calculating everything about her and her face impassive. She was trained hard in the army, giving her great determination and she will do absolutely anything to follow her given orders, making her perfect as a soldier. Though her soft features could look kind and loving, she usually holds a look of hatred for almost anyone she meets. She never in truth stopped being a soldier and this is evident in everything from the way she walks to the way she talks. Her eyes call her a killer and in truth she is and it has nothing to do with being a soldier, she grew up on the outer edges of the city, in a small country home with her mother where she would hunt her fathers land with hatred and glee, killing anything that came across her path for food. She is kind and loving towards her mother, despite thinking the woman is more than a little stupid and hates her father above all things. She has one white as angel sibling, who she loathes. Finally things are getting to much for her, she needs to be in the front line once more.
Description: Standing tall (6ft 6) and proud Amberlee is a terrifying figure to behold, her eyes are a pale ice blue, holding little kind emotion. Her facial features are sharp on her face, taken from her mixed heritage, long defined nose sloping along her features and down tilted plump lips making her seem ill amused. She is built of thick muscle that ripples over her body, she gained from recent stint in the army, she was a test pilot to see how women would cope in the front line, it turns out she coped just fine. She is not a slender slip of a girl, bought up in a high background; no she has traveled, has dared and has done. So you will have to excuse her cold stares, her strange clothes and languid posture, she sees you as nothing at all. She wears cool clothes that allow her as much movement as possible, thick braids are woven to cover her small bosom, revealing a healthy stomach that has a little weight to it, but is muscled and toned due to heavy training. Over her back lies a long scar of deep red, new and not fully healed, she does nothing to hide it, running from hip to adjacent shoulder blade. Her hair is dark brown, shot through with black and when left lose lies in a wild nest down to just below her shoulders, but she never leaves it down, instead pilling it up high above her head in a red ribbon.
Likes: Hunting, fighting, spending time with her mother, writing about the war, fresh meat, cigarettes, warm fire, the outdoors, night, storm clouds, baths, cats.
Dislikes: Boredom, lazy people, women who have never stepped outside of their perfect world, liars, the dark, threats to her family, no longer being in service for the war.
Fear: The dark (no stars, no moon, no fire, nothing at all but the dark), dying without honor.
Suitcase Contents: Two pairs of trousers in three colors (two brown, one red), three woven band chest coverings, leather jacket, two over shirts in white and blue and one simple cut black evening dress, 2 weeks worth of underwear. A set of heavy meditation balls given by her mother in hopes of calming her down, she uses them to throw at thing that make her unhappy, hands itching for a neck or gun. Hand made soap and eyeliner. Pens, writing paper and books. Thread and needle. Ipod and a stack of films as well as a small laptop.
History: Amberlee was the result of an affair between the old Lord of and her mother, she was kept quiet and secret, the affair braking off as soon as her mother was accidentally impregnated, though the old Lord paid for their every need. So the two of them lead a quiet life, she was bought up speaking Swahili, Latin and of course English, her mother was highly religious and they went to church almost every day, driving in their banger to pray for their sins, Amber quickly picked up Latin from the church. At home they spoke Swahili and at school (after much shock form her teachers finding she spoke not a word of English) she learnt English. She was a smart child, learning quickly and picking up things well. At the age of 16 she had also added French, Spanish and German to her repertoire of languages (though she does not speak them as well as her first three) and was taken on as an apprentice to a translator. She lived happily doing normal things, though she never attended college (or high school to those in America… I think.) and took night classes at the nearest school, gaining an A level in Physiology, Criminal minds, History and Sociology. When she was 18, her partner in translating told her he was going to war as the army needed such people as them to make things easier.
She attended language classes in Arabic and basic training in an Army camp outside of the city and after a year was sent off to go with the front line, both as an acting soldier and as a translator. She said good bye to her friend upon arriving in Iraq together and never saw him again. From then on she was sent wherever she was told and gained a reputation for no leniency and harshness that was as easy coming to her as breathing. At the age of 22 she was given a honorable discharge, after gaining a slash across the back by an enemy soldier that had gotten a little too close as she was translating to her captain.
From there she moved back in with her mother, she felt no sorrow or pity for those she had shot down in war and this puzzled her mother, though the cohabitated easily. She got a job stacking shelves as soon as she was well enough to move and for a few months became happy and at peace with her new world. While she had been away her father had disappeared, so they needed the money she made to pay the bills and groceries. Soon however they were falling behind on payments and after the demons were released on the town, she put herself forward to help, knowing more than anything they needed the money. As she was packing up (after being accepted), she promised herself, no matter what she would not reveal that she was the half sister of the lord, she did not need the trouble and had no intention of letting her mother bare the brunt of any accusations that would follow.
Secrets: as never so much as had a crush on a single person in her life, soon that will change.
Hex Code: =#5E2612
Room and Partner:
Other: She has a deep love and attraction to fire.
Let’s welcome home the soldier girl from (far away, far away)
No angel of mercy just a need to destroy (fire away, fire away)
Let’s toast the hero with blood in her eyes
The scars on her mind took so many lives
Die hard the hunter
Welcome home soldier girl
Put down your pistol, yeah, put down that thing that used to twirl
Yeah, they can take a gun away from you
But never take away your attitude
They can’t do that, no, they can’t do that
You got no enemy, no front line
The only battles in the back of your mind
You don’t know how to change from bad to good
You brought the war to your neighbourhood
You can’t do that, no, you can’t do that
Back in the city, she’s a woman on the loose
She is the shadow that’s following you
She takes no prisoners when she’s hunting for game
She’s got a bullet and it carries your name
(die hard) caught in a trap
(hunter) there’s no lookin’ back
(die hard) she’s hides in the crowd
(hunter) die hard and proud
Nickname: Goldie, Amber, Lee, Bree
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: Human
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Amberlee comes off as disinterested, here eyes always calculating everything about her and her face impassive. She was trained hard in the army, giving her great determination and she will do absolutely anything to follow her given orders, making her perfect as a soldier. Though her soft features could look kind and loving, she usually holds a look of hatred for almost anyone she meets. She never in truth stopped being a soldier and this is evident in everything from the way she walks to the way she talks. Her eyes call her a killer and in truth she is and it has nothing to do with being a soldier, she grew up on the outer edges of the city, in a small country home with her mother where she would hunt her fathers land with hatred and glee, killing anything that came across her path for food. She is kind and loving towards her mother, despite thinking the woman is more than a little stupid and hates her father above all things. She has one white as angel sibling, who she loathes. Finally things are getting to much for her, she needs to be in the front line once more.
Description: Standing tall (6ft 6) and proud Amberlee is a terrifying figure to behold, her eyes are a pale ice blue, holding little kind emotion. Her facial features are sharp on her face, taken from her mixed heritage, long defined nose sloping along her features and down tilted plump lips making her seem ill amused. She is built of thick muscle that ripples over her body, she gained from recent stint in the army, she was a test pilot to see how women would cope in the front line, it turns out she coped just fine. She is not a slender slip of a girl, bought up in a high background; no she has traveled, has dared and has done. So you will have to excuse her cold stares, her strange clothes and languid posture, she sees you as nothing at all. She wears cool clothes that allow her as much movement as possible, thick braids are woven to cover her small bosom, revealing a healthy stomach that has a little weight to it, but is muscled and toned due to heavy training. Over her back lies a long scar of deep red, new and not fully healed, she does nothing to hide it, running from hip to adjacent shoulder blade. Her hair is dark brown, shot through with black and when left lose lies in a wild nest down to just below her shoulders, but she never leaves it down, instead pilling it up high above her head in a red ribbon.
Likes: Hunting, fighting, spending time with her mother, writing about the war, fresh meat, cigarettes, warm fire, the outdoors, night, storm clouds, baths, cats.
Dislikes: Boredom, lazy people, women who have never stepped outside of their perfect world, liars, the dark, threats to her family, no longer being in service for the war.
Fear: The dark (no stars, no moon, no fire, nothing at all but the dark), dying without honor.
Suitcase Contents: Two pairs of trousers in three colors (two brown, one red), three woven band chest coverings, leather jacket, two over shirts in white and blue and one simple cut black evening dress, 2 weeks worth of underwear. A set of heavy meditation balls given by her mother in hopes of calming her down, she uses them to throw at thing that make her unhappy, hands itching for a neck or gun. Hand made soap and eyeliner. Pens, writing paper and books. Thread and needle. Ipod and a stack of films as well as a small laptop.
History: Amberlee was the result of an affair between the old Lord of and her mother, she was kept quiet and secret, the affair braking off as soon as her mother was accidentally impregnated, though the old Lord paid for their every need. So the two of them lead a quiet life, she was bought up speaking Swahili, Latin and of course English, her mother was highly religious and they went to church almost every day, driving in their banger to pray for their sins, Amber quickly picked up Latin from the church. At home they spoke Swahili and at school (after much shock form her teachers finding she spoke not a word of English) she learnt English. She was a smart child, learning quickly and picking up things well. At the age of 16 she had also added French, Spanish and German to her repertoire of languages (though she does not speak them as well as her first three) and was taken on as an apprentice to a translator. She lived happily doing normal things, though she never attended college (or high school to those in America… I think.) and took night classes at the nearest school, gaining an A level in Physiology, Criminal minds, History and Sociology. When she was 18, her partner in translating told her he was going to war as the army needed such people as them to make things easier.
She attended language classes in Arabic and basic training in an Army camp outside of the city and after a year was sent off to go with the front line, both as an acting soldier and as a translator. She said good bye to her friend upon arriving in Iraq together and never saw him again. From then on she was sent wherever she was told and gained a reputation for no leniency and harshness that was as easy coming to her as breathing. At the age of 22 she was given a honorable discharge, after gaining a slash across the back by an enemy soldier that had gotten a little too close as she was translating to her captain.
From there she moved back in with her mother, she felt no sorrow or pity for those she had shot down in war and this puzzled her mother, though the cohabitated easily. She got a job stacking shelves as soon as she was well enough to move and for a few months became happy and at peace with her new world. While she had been away her father had disappeared, so they needed the money she made to pay the bills and groceries. Soon however they were falling behind on payments and after the demons were released on the town, she put herself forward to help, knowing more than anything they needed the money. As she was packing up (after being accepted), she promised herself, no matter what she would not reveal that she was the half sister of the lord, she did not need the trouble and had no intention of letting her mother bare the brunt of any accusations that would follow.
Secrets: as never so much as had a crush on a single person in her life, soon that will change.
Hex Code: =#5E2612
Room and Partner:
Other: She has a deep love and attraction to fire.