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Lisaana "Lisa" Kurran

"Helping people sometimes means hurting others. It's one of the facts of life I hate to its core."

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a character in “Skaerra: The Unlikely Tale”, originally authored by Quakernuts, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Lisaana ā€œLisaā€ Kurran
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Dā€™homani
Place of Birth: Dostathi, a small village slightly inland from the Syakh coast.
Physical Appearance: Image
Lisa shares some physical traits with her fraternal twin, but ultimately they are not identical as the word ā€˜fraternalā€™ would imply. They stand at the same height of 5ā€™11, but Lisaā€™s hair is a deep shade of red with a less accentuated bone structure allowing for a softer looking face and presenting her as the more caring of the two sisters. In terms of physicality, sheā€™s slightly bigger than her sister as her bulk is meant to carry the heavy armor and claymore that she favors. As such, while she comes across as a caring soul, she often has a bigger intimidation bonus working for her.

Once again, unlike her sister, Lisa likes to look good in generally everything she does, often accenting her golden brown eyes with any tasteful makeup she can get her hands on. She isnā€™t above spending too much time in front of a mirror to make sure her hair is perfect, even if sheā€™s walking into a fight. Her body is also marked with scars, and despite not seeing most of them due to her armor, is actually more marred than her sister due to her tendency to leap to someoneā€™s defense. Her armor currently is a high quality steel forged by competent blacksmiths to provide more than adequate protection has been forged with the idea of taking a hit in mind. While it may look small in comparison to some of the armors worn by men, her strength and stature as a woman has been taken into account in order to provide the best overall protection for someone her size.

Outside of her combat gear, she is fairly vain about her appearance and hates wearing anything that doesnā€™t ā€œLook Niceā€ on her. Sheā€™ll wear flowery dresses, finely pressed shirts, and abhors cloth anything. If she had her way, she would have a different dress for every day of the year. If you asked anyone who knew her, they would say it was her one shortcoming. Others see it as a good sign, that she always wants to look her best. Others are simply tired of waiting an hour for Lisa to finish in front of a mirror.
Eye Color: Golden Brown
Hair Color: Dirty Red
Skin Tone/Complexion: Slightly Tanned.
Height: 5ā€™11
Weight: 195 lbs

Combat Skills:
Much like her sister, Lisa is well versed in the art of combat. Where their paths start to diverge is in their aggression levels. Saskia went full offensive in her style whereas Lisa found herself near the back line, protecting the more vulnerable to the fight through an offensive defense style. This method has earned her more than her fair share of nicks, scars and scratches, but itā€™s what she chose. As such, she actually has a higher pain tolerance than her entire family combined, and more than enough strength to push back should she get the opportunity. Her weapon of choice is a claymore. Nearly the size of her and strapped to her back, she is more than capable of cleaving a man in two if given the right amount of force. While slower than a typical sword, she is versed in the use of the weapon and knows the weight of her particular sword down to the gram, allowing for some tricky maneuvers that catch many would-be killers off guard.

Once again, she wasnā€™t specifically trained in hand to hand combat, but has taken to it quite easily and is more of a brawler style than people would take her for with grapples and grabs to limit opponentā€™s movements being her default setting. Sheā€™s highly adaptable, but her first and foremost priority is to protect people, and will often hold back all that she has if thereā€™s a chance it would draw her into a position where she couldnā€™t help people. As such, it can be easy to push her into a corner if pressed but she would never go down easy.

Magic Mastery Level:
None
Magic Resistance Level:
Primary
Flow Mastery Level:
None
Weapons and Equipment:
Thorn: The official name given to her claymore by her brother, Mace. The reason behind it being that she always tries so hard to look her best for anyone that might see her, her beauty could be seen as a rose...the claymore being the thorn that pricks the finger that would dare pluck her from her proper place. With it, she can become a dominating force on the battlefield, and the blade itself has a history all of its own etched into the metal with nicks and scars.

Fitted Steel Armor: When she originally started the trek with Mace and Saskia, Lisa was adorned in some heavy leather armor due to a metal shortage in their village that restricted its use to weapons and important armor pieces such as helmets. As she travelled with Mace, she eventually found a blacksmith who was skilled enough to fit her with a suit of armor that wouldnā€™t force her to essentially be a walking wall. Over the past years, it too has earned more than its fair share of stories written in blade strikes, arrow deflections, and magical scorch marks. She added a red hood to the ensemble because ā€œIt looked cuteā€.

Point Maker: To be clear, Lisa doesnā€™t like having to be scary. Most of the time she can leave that up to Saskia and her aggressive ways. When the time comes though, and pulling her claymore out isnā€™t an option, she has a trusty dagger at her hip which her brother has lovingly nicknamed the ā€˜Point Makerā€™. Sheā€™s used it more than once to threaten someone who would have gotten in their way or tried to hurt them, and more than once it has gotten blood on it. The world is a dangerous place, and it never hurts to keep something like a dagger nearby.

Medicinal Pouch: Due to Maceā€™s condition, Lisa always carries remedies with her at all times to deal with Maceā€™s multiple ailments as a result of his advanced age. She takes care to keep it stocked as much as possible.

Miscellaneous Items:
-A bag of books, particularly on magical curses and holy magic.
-Pouch of coins
-Drawn pictures of home, her family, and her spouse

Personality Description: Lisa has always been a caring and kind soul, even from the moment she sprung from the womb of her mother. From a young age, Lisa sought to help those around her and probably spent more time trying to make sure people around her were smiling than she did herself. As a child, she did chores without being asked, consoled kids her age, and did her best to act ā€˜cuteā€™ while in the presence of elders and parents in order to make them happy. She spent so much time doing this that you could say she didnā€™t even have a childhood. Everything she did was calculated to bring joy and aid to those around her, and more often than not she was exhausted and trying to find a place to nap.

She has an undying need to see people around her happy, and it physically pains her to see anyone having trouble with something or crying. With that comes a very deep sense of protection and will not hesitate to put herself between someone and danger, and despite numerous injuries due to this mindset, she keeps doing it. One of the few things she does share with her sister is an aggressive switch that she can turn on at any moment. While she tends to fight more defensively, if she wants to, she can become a whirlwind of destruction and a very intimidating fighter on the battlefield.

Sheā€™s not above the act of killing if it involves protecting or saving another person. She doesnā€™t like the act of violence, but her lifestyle doesnā€™t allow her to be a non-violent person. She will resort to fighting and killing when there are no other options left, and she happens to be very good at it.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Religious Beliefs: The Great Creator

Education: Lisa has spent a good portion of her time hitting the books and learning a lot about the world at large. She knows how to read, write, minor weapons repairs, political affairs, etc. You could say she was somewhat of a nerd when she was younger, getting her hands on any knowledge she could grab.

History: The older of fraternal twins, much of Lisaā€™s life was spent as the golden girl of her parentā€™s eyes. Her attitude helped with this quite a bit, and having someone like Saskia as your twin makes you automatically look better by comparison. She spent most of her early years, once she had learned basic motor skills, essentially being an angel child with a heart of gold. None of this was just natural though, she worked at being that way. She fought, in her own way, to be the best person she could be. She helped kids her age with their homework, comforted people when they were sad...and was the most patient person with Saskia.

As her life went on, she only became known throughout the village as the kid to emulate. She was smart, fit, and more than capable of holding her own in a fight early on when Saskia was more than a handful. She would often step between Saskia and her current target to take the beating herself until Saskia calmed down. Despite her rather calm and happy manner, her village was not a place where a peaceful life was allowed. So as she came into her teenage years, she took to fighting like a bird to flight. It was actually during this time when Lisa and Saskia got into their first real fight, one that left both of them bleeding and slightly broken. Saskia saw fighting as her thing, and when Lisa became extremely good at it she saw it as her one thing being taken from her. Lisa tried her best to calm her down, but Saskia was the only one that Lisa couldnā€™t help and it hit her hard.

She channeled that frustration from not being able to help Saskia into her fighting style, where she quickly found out she had the ability to do great harm. She took to weight training and ended up developing an affinity for the two handed sword. Due to her weapon choice, she bulked up fairly quickly and with her inclination to step between fights, earned more than her fair share of scars and callouses. It became evident that while Saskia was quicker, more agile and more prone to all out offensive moves, Lisa was better suited to taking on a more defensive role. When she started her job as a hunter, she more than pulled her weight with her claymore and generally tough exterior.

It was actually through this job that she met her future husband. Branson Lissen, older than her by a couple of years and having spent more than that out in the wastes. He was impressed with her combat ability, and slicing a couple of desert wolves in half...literally in half right before they could leap on him also helped with the first impression. They courted for awhile, and they were married by the time Lisa was 21 years of age.

They havenā€™t had any children together though, with Lisaā€™s reasoning of them both being desert hunters and never around the house anyways. She didnā€™t want to risk having a child while both of them had such a dangerous job. She and Branson branched off of the rest of the hunters and became a partnership out in the dunes. Lisa was happy doing what she did, she loved her husband and her family...including Saskia. They fought together for a number of years...until Maceā€™s incident.

Needless to say it devastated her and her vision of her life. Mace was a cornerstone of their family, the one that had managed to help Saskia calmed down and while she and Mace werenā€™t necessarily that close, he was still family. When Mace decided that he wanted to go on an adventure and Saskia immediately offered to help him with this for an undetermined amount of time, she was caught in a hard place. On one hand, she wanted to help her brother with everything she was capable of doing, on the other hand, she had a husband who, at some point, would like to start a family. She had no idea how long she would be away if she did so, and ended up struggling with the decision for quite some time as signs of extreme stress started to appear on her face. It was actually her husband who told her to go with Mace, stating that he had many years yet to live, while her brother might only get a few more. He wouldnā€™t blame her for wanting to spend what little time Mace had left with him. So with little more than a few goodbyes, she was off to see the world with her siblings.

So begins...

Lisaana "Lisa" Kurran's Story

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Character Portrait: Saskia "Sassy" Kurran Character Portrait: Masten "Mace" Kurran Character Portrait: Lisaana "Lisa" Kurran
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The Flying Dwarf was a beaut to the Captain who beheld her. To anyone else, though, she was but another galleon on the high seas. It costed Aramus Eiraendar a fortune, but the dwarf never told anyone the exact figures, which left most of his crew wondering. They even created a betting pool just to see how much he had put into it. It was believed that despite all the various jobs he had done, he was nowhere near replacing the gold he had invested.

For the dwarf Captain, though, he was one among a few of his kind to ever travel the seas. He knew this to be because dwarves never made great swimmers due to their stout figures. Eiraendar stood only a head taller than most granted by his longer than average legs. For him, it was never about the gold, gold was only there for the day to day. To see the world mattered more to him than anything.

Captain Eiraendar watched a few of the crew members finish some tasks before they turned in for the night, "Mr. Ravel, 'ave the ship ready to weigh anchor b'fore the rooster crows."

His second mate, a tall and lean Sivyne with a head of vertical braided hair, turned to him with hesitance, "Me don't tink dis ship be ready by t'morroh. We still be waitin' on some merchants and they goods. Yah sure yah doon't want teh steh a lil' longer?"

"I'm sure, where we're gwan, we'll need a headstart."

Eiraendar watched the waves lap about while he nibbled on his pipe until he noticed an old bald man, the one various crew members called Mace. The dwarf wondered why he was out so late in the night. He hoped the old man would not fall overboard.

"Oy, ye see 'at old man there?"

"Aye," Ravel replied, "Waitin' for Mugesha."

"Mugesha?"

"The Goddess of the waters, he be waitin' for her to come claim what be hers."

"Ye sure he's not watching her? Old men should never go quietly into the night. Or the sea for that matter."

-

On the main deck stood another man, perhaps as old or perhaps as young, no one knew. His face was fair, so claimed the maidens at each port the Flying Dwarf had dropped anchor. A few of Eiraendar's crew of the fairer gender could agree with those claims. They knew him as Paecus Ixipas, which was one of a thousand names created by the being who was once known as Galtros Penrimore and nothing less.

Regardless, it was all a face.

A face with a pair of eyes of course, and his eyes rested squarely upon an old man just several paces away. His silver eyes flecked with blue never blinked as he observed the old man. He turned to the moon when he saw two younger women come and flank his mark.

Penrimore wondered for how long he had followed the man. He remembered when he was first drawn to the extravagant undercurrents of magic that coarsed about his mark in a hidden aura. Penrimore sensed it better than most. Yet, he dared not approach him because he knew he could reveal himself to the old man.

Yet when he did, Penrimore recognized that the magic was not his own, that it came from another source. He recognized and determined that the old man was merely mortal, and no such magic ever came from mortal hands. It had to be from an artifact of sorts, a proper and more potent fount of magic than any mortal form.

Penrimore felt the old man posed no threat, but the two younger women seemed capable and predisposed to intervene should he try anything. What were their relations to him? Daughters? Body guards? The thoughts swirled in Penrimore's mind. He could simply have killed them all and ran away with their items. Such was his power at its height like taking candy from a baby. As he thought of this, he looked down at his palm gripping his ornerame like a vise. His power waxed and waned, and his current state felt nowhere near that peak. He needed to rely on subterfuge and subtlety.

He retired to his cabin.

The setting changes from Port of Opynonias to Universe of Skaerra

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A soft tune coarsed through the air, sweet and simple yet catchy if one listened long enough. An older looking man, beard as white as snow and head as bare as the desert, played on a hand carved flute. His aging fingers, wrinkled and decrepit, moved along the shaft of the instrument in a subtle fluidity. The waves gently slapped the side of the boat as it sat in drydock. The moon reflected off the surface of the water and gave the illusion of serenity and peace. Maceā€™s eyes drifted upwards as his lips blew notes into the flute. The sky was beautiful this time of night, and no matter where he was it was always the same. A constant in an ever changing world. Mace closed his eyes and continued the song, swaying gently with each note played.

ā€œStill nowhere near as good as dad used to play it.ā€ A rather coarse female voice stated from off to Maceā€™s side. His eyes looked sideways but his playing did not stop.

ā€œI think heā€™s rather close...Maybe a bit too sharp in the middle, could tone it down a bit.ā€ A different voice, softer and more elegant. Mace gave an inward sigh and finished the song he had been playing. HIs hands lowering the instrument with an almost deliberate slowness. He gave a grunt as he moved to confront the two women. Both were in simple clothes, cloth shirts and pants, but they were anything but the same. Saskia had rather wild hair pulled into a loose braid wrapped around her shoulder. Her clothes were simply tossed on her form without any care and she had a wicked smile painted on her face. The other, Lisa, was more refined in how she portrayed herself. Her reddish hair was hung loose but brushed. She wore a light amount of makeup and had an easy smile that relayed a sense of compassion and understanding. Her clothes were a bit more form fitting, trying to look good even when there was no need for it.

ā€œDad played it better because he was missing a tooth. Thatā€™s like having a built in flute.ā€ Mace smiled and laughed a bit inwardly. Saskia gave a snort and leaned on the railing while Lisa only softly smiled.

ā€œIā€™m sort of surprised you still have a mouthful of teeth to be honest.ā€ Saskia stated, lazily looking over. ā€œIt took your hair, your eyes, your youth, but for whatever reason it decided you needed your munchers.ā€

ā€œWell Iā€™m sure Iā€™ll lose a couple when I say something to piss you off Sassy.ā€ Lisa gave a smug nod, looking over at Saskia who spit over the side of the boat.

ā€œI was taught to respect my elders, or people who look old enough to be my elders.ā€ Saskia stated, staring into the water.

ā€œThe only thing you cared to learn was how to wield a sword.ā€ Lisa stated, a little playful venom in her words as she looked over at Mace, her head tilted to the side slightly, staring into the blue glows that replaced his eyes. ā€œAnd what about you? How have the headaches been?ā€ Mace raised an arm in dismissal as he stood up from his seat on a barrel. His simple robe following him in a nearly tangled mess as he worked to get it straight again.

ā€œMore of a dull throb than anything else. Nothing I canā€™t live with.ā€ Lisa stared at him a bit longer, sensing that he wasnā€™t telling the full truth. Honestly, he had felt the magical pull from the tome getting slightly stronger as time went on, but he dared not tell them that. Lisa had a sixth sense for this type of thing though, always able to see when people needed help, even if they didnā€™t want to admit it. Mace walked over slightly, leaning against the railing with Saskia. ā€œBesides, weā€™re heading home for the first time in a couple years. You should be more concerned about that pimple right under nose and what your husband will think of it.ā€ Saskia looked over at Mace, who gave her a knowing smirk. Saskia gave a slight wink back.

ā€œI...I do not. I would have felt it.ā€ Saskia turned around, leaning on the railing with her elbows.

ā€œWell with the makeup you keep putting on, you probably wouldnā€™t. Itā€™s there though, right under the nose, red like a bare bottomed ass.ā€ Lisa rubbed a finger under her nose and scrunched her brow.

ā€œYouā€™re joking at my expense.ā€ Mace shrugged.

ā€œDonā€™t believe us, thatā€™s perfectly fine. I just know how much your appearance means to you...almost as much as fighting does to Saskia.ā€

ā€œI do love me a good fight.ā€ Saskia stated, slapping the back of Maceā€™s head who gave an involuntary yelp.

ā€œSo much for respecting your elders.ā€ Mace stated, giving a slight scowl as he rubbed the back of his head.

ā€œPsh, 19 going on 57.ā€ Saskia stated, looking back over at Lisa who had already wandered away, her hand covering her face as she made her way to her cabin. Saskia gave a smile, looking over at Mace who simply stared out at the water. ā€œWhatcha thinking about?ā€

ā€œNothing at all.ā€ Mace said, a smile on his lips. ā€œSometimes thatā€™s the best thing to have on oneā€™s mind.ā€ Saskia looked about ready to sling an insult, Mace having set her up for the perfect one when her attention was diverted elsewhere. Someone had climbed the plank to the ship, and was being addressed by the dwarven captain. Saskia nudged Mace, who turned slightly to look at the man. Young, fit, slightly ragged. Whatever he and the captain were talking about, it was out of earshot.

ā€œA new passenger?ā€ Mace asked more for Saskiaā€™s opinion than anything. She narrowed her eyes slightly at him.

ā€œHeā€™s a fighter.ā€ She stated without a hint of humor. Mace ran with the saying ā€˜it took one to know oneā€™, and trusted Saskiaā€™s opinion when it came to these matters. Mace looked at her slightly, seeing if she would say anything else. She shrugged, arching her back over the railings and hearing a couple cracks. ā€œHe looks like heā€™s seen and done some shit. Maybe hired muscle, maybe mercenary looking for passage. Whichever, shouldnā€™t matter to us.ā€ Mace gave a small snort as he stood up from the railing.

ā€œIf you say so. Try not to make something out of nothing. He looks like he could hold his own.ā€ Mace said as he wandered back towards the cabins. Saskia glared over at him.

ā€œAre you saying I wouldnā€™t win?ā€ She said, her pride being a very notable button for her. Mace gave a small laugh not unheard from kind old grandfathers.

ā€œIā€™m saying your hot head could end you up in some very cold water.ā€ Mace said, pointing to the ocean just over the side of the boat. ā€œDo try to not get us thrown overboard before we get home.ā€

Saskia walked behind him, flapping her hand and mocking his speech as he continued. Tomorrow would bring new adventures and new stories, hopefully it would be anything but boring.