Description
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Obsidian tendrils of hair lightly brush the often bruised, otherwise cream colored cheeks of our heroine. Her eyes, subtle shades of violet, are usually sullied by the sarcastic smirk of her too full lips or the stubborn tilt of her chin.
Though petite, there is nothing delicate about her form. She surreptitiously wanders around, her well-muscled build a hindrance in the process.
For efficiency purposes, Jordan is often seen in attire suitable for long days and nights of ruthless travel and easily unnoticeable. Her clothing suits her purposes, for she cares not about frivolous bows and finery. She was designed to be but a memory, a glimpse of something feral.
Personality
Years of training could not break the stubborn streak so named Jordan Tiernan. Quick and oft times abrasive to strangers, Jordan prefers the company of her elders. With her former instruction, she developed the habit of sleeping with a knife under her pillow. Some would call this cautious, while others would note acute paranoia.
Beneath the steely demeanor, a heart of laughter, however sardonic, lays. She's a true seeker of justice, illustrated thusly by her current quest for vengeance. However, where does the line between justice and revenge fall in Jordan's case?
History
Jordan Mesai Tiernan was born to a Trapper's wife in the Adranga Mountains. The youngest of ten, young Jordan, learned from an early age the importance of hard work, confidence, and getting the last roll before your older brothers beat you to it. Though they lived a fairly simple life, it was one full of mirth and unconditional happiness. When times got hard, it seemed to drive the bustling family even closer together.
Shortly after Jordan's 11th birthday, her father, Abrahm, brought home a traveling tradesman he had met on the way back in from selling his wares in town. Abrahm insisted that the tradesman, named Kintro, was to join them for dinner and bunk down on the extra cot until morning. When midnight struck and the clock sounded throughout the tiny cabin, everything was eerily still. Jordan had come down to the kitchen for a glass of water and noticed her brother, Isaac's, feet uncovered. Smiling to herself, she slowly walked over to the cot, only to trip in some form of warm liquid.
Slowly rising from the ground, she swallowed a scream as she gazed upon the red, sticky mess that covered her nightgown. Quickly running around to glance at Isaac, she could see where his throat had been slit. In a panic, she grabbed the closest potential weapon next to her and made a dash for her parent's room. She found her father beaten to death, by what looked like...a bible? Her mother she found in the next room: raped, beaten, and strangled. Near hysteria began to sink in, she had to save her siblings. Only, there was no one left to save. She found the tradesman gone, with all of their valuables, leaving only an eye patch behind.
Cold and alone, Jordan locked herself in that cabin for two weeks. No one can say what she did with the bodies or at all for that fortnight, really. What can be said, is that she was never the same after. When a wandering troupe of gypsies rolled through the area, she tagged along, learning the odds and ends of slight of hand.
When she reached Orum, the capital of Triga Principality, she enrolled in OTP Academy and studied the arts of stealth and became a master in numerous forms of combat. She was seen as a driven student who graduated with top marks in her class. She later went on to lead secret Government Operations, oft times ending the lives of some of the greatest rival dignitaries that visited Triga. No one knew why Jordan had a relentless fascination with her work, but they knew she was proficient...and a lifer.
That was until, one balmy Sunday's eve, her resignation lay oddly on her supervisor's desk amidst tomorrow's paperwork. No one saw Jordan for a year after that. All she left behind was her withdrawal and the obvious theft of three files on one Mr. Kintro Amaje, a former tradesman.
Resurfacing just South of Himly Islands, Jordan now makes very clear her current quest. Using her years of training and resource development, she believes herself to be hot on the trail of the man her murdered and robbed her family almost ten years ago. At 21, Jordan has killed many men, and she vows that it will not stop until one more is dead.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!
Fesna grabbed Kragum's face, gave him a hard smooch, and pulled him through the door.
His head swam. A kiss! He followed her blindly through the door.
Shael blinked, and he found himself somewhere he did not expect. His memory was fuzzy as if he had awoken from a half-remembered dream.
“Hello?” He called out to the emptiness. “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost, and I don’t remember how I got here.”
A tall skeletal figure wandered the void. Zal’hagun scanned the impenetrable darkness with fleshless eyes that glowed with necromantic energy. His ancient robes, worn and tattered yet still bearing an air of nobility, flowed behind him.
“Well…” He hissed into the nothingness. “This is… problematic.”
Leon dropped his shot glass and reached for his revolver. How did he get here? He listened carefully for any sound in the pervasive darkness. His teeth clenched in frustration.
“I don’t have time for this. Need to find a way out…”