Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 19:26:50 GMT
Diana Joel Greygnarl 24 HUman
PLAYED BY Katheryn Winnick
PLAYED BY Katheryn Winnick
Io 12/12/1218 Huntress Hetero Female Elvedon |  It was a stormy night in rural Asigovia when I was born… I was the little beast that took my mother’s life. She died in childbirth but I lived to see the dawn of a new day. My father did his best to raise me as my mother, but he wasn’t exactly your ‘typical’ mum. I was raised like a boy would have been. Working alongside my father, riding horses, learning how to wield a blade to defend myself. My father never stayed in one place. He traveled frequently, always to somewhere new. I was always beside him on my own mount, fighting battles bravely like any young soldier would. Battles consisted of imaginary play while I worked with a blade, sometimes fighting to stay awake to listen to father’s stories around the campfire. There was always something. When I was sixteen years old, I learned of some of my father’s wildest dreams. He wanted to do what our ancestors did; hunt, track, and slay blood drinkers. He banded with a group of men who had the same goals and drug me along with him. Once my father and I were admitted into this group, we traveled to Hrimibry. Word had it that a fair-haired family had been having some trouble with the exact creature we were hunting. On a whim, I was whisked away to a land I had never known existed (primarily due to my father’s lack of explanation). It was there that I met my best friend, Erik. Erik resembled me, though he was much larger. It was a joy to have someone of equal prowess to horse around with; we’d go out and have duels amongst the trees, occasionally venture toward the mountains. We would never go far, but it was plenty of adventure. He taught me to wield a bow, taught me how to use my tracking skills to locate deer and other wildlife. Everyone seemed to notice that Erik and I were seemingly unseperable… until my father wanted to leave. Those words that Erik said that day have stayed with me forever. We had been wrestling at his favorite place in the meadow; he was currently winning, though I fully intended to win once and for all. “I’ll see you in the future when we’re older, when we are full of stories to be told.” Erik’s face was soft, though it had been bloodied from an earlier incident. The tone in his voice made a promise. I wouldn’t have it. “Don’t make silly promises, Erik!” I mumbled, fighting back tears, struggling to remove myself from under his mass so I could land a solid punch to his face. He deserved it now! “Cross my heart and hope to die; I’ll see you with your laughter lines.” His voice was quiet, but still he pinned me down. I didn’t fight it any longer. It was time to accept fate. Maybe it would bring us together again. What happened next I will not say, but we parted the next day. Hope is still strong, though I am now 24… and an orphan. On the Vampire hunt that took place when I was 22, the beast he was hunting killed my father. I was the one who beheaded the beast, saving myself. Five dead men lay around me. I vowed to never hunt these creatures again; they had taken my father’s life, they weren’t going to have mine. Searching for my own passion without my father’s guidance, I made it to Elvedon with a single white mare. I’ve actually only been here for about three weeks, but those three weeks have been successful. I resemble my father in word and deed. I’ve never been peaceful or happy with silence. I’m certainly not ladylike; brash, loud, somewhat obnoxious, restless, ready to have a nice tussle. I’m assertive, short-tempered, and stay true to my beliefs and standards, making me perhaps one of the most hardheaded women around. I don’t like to take crap from anyone and I tend to make that clear. If someone gets me to respect him/her, I’ll tease them and make fun like any good comrade would. Once you’ve earned my trust and I’ve seemingly earned yours, I’m loyal as a dog. I would never speak out against those with a higher social position than me, lest they’re doing something completely inhumane. I’m obedient to a fault and willing to die for those I love, just like my dad nearly did for me. I might never be the easiest person to get along with, but once I’m with you, I’m with you. This principle doesn’t apply to children. I love children. They’re so lively and free, I don’t think I could ever get irritated with them. Until you’re 18, I will treat you like a child and will likely disregard everything you say unless it seems direly important. I’m somewhat motherly, in a bearish sense. Again I will say, I’m certainly no pristine lady. I wear my hair how I please, down, up, braided, more braids, greasy, clean, what-have-you. I’ll get dirty and stay that way with pleasure; it’s never been like me to stay clean or let someone make me look like a goddess. Though, I must say, that night I did clean up I got more male attention than I have any other time in my life. My filth may be a little off-putting, but that’s no concern of yours. Complain and you’re likely to be torn to shreds; I smell no better than your husband. In a word, I’m fierce. I don’t care much for uppity ladies and I like ale rather than tea. I love my horse and dueling, occasionally a good brawl. I don’t care to dress up and I’m a defender of the innocent (so long as I don’t hate them). Short-tempered and strong-willed, though I’m not afraid to be empathetic if you’re a friend in need. Oi, your girlfriend just left you? Why, I’ll go put a boot in her arse! Though I live in town, I'm a very skilled huntress. That's how I've been making my living in Elvedon's quaint village now. I'm not too great with a bow, I prefer my blade, but I'm proficient enough to make it count. |
