Post by .::rumor on Jan 15, 2009 3:14:57 GMT -4
Your Name:: Van
Your Age:: Old
Canon or Original:: Original
How did you find us:: I made you. ^^
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Name:: Katelyn Allis
Alias:: Rumor
Age:: 16
Job/Position:: Wanderer
Location:: Mountains north of Ombra
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Appearance:: Rumor is almost wild in appearance. Her fiery red hair is kept cropped at her neck, and sticks out at odd angles around her slender, pale face. Her eyes are pale green, and her lips thin, and also pale. Aside from her wild hair, and her birthmark, she looks like the color has been washed out of her. Her body is slim, and average height, but muscular, especially in her legs, due to her walking a lot. It is immediately obvious from her appearance that she is not an average girl.
Even her attire is not what would be expected from a girl her age. The only feminine aspect of her appearance is a piece of brown fabric wrapped around her legs that can just barely pass as a skirt, with a leather belt holding it at her waist. Under this fabric she wears a pair of dark boys pants, cut into shorts, tight due to being meant for children. The pale brown top she wears is very obviously a cut up dress, even though the bottom, frayed hem, which sets below her hips is hidden under the make-shift skirt, which doesn't rise much further. Around her neck there is a piece of fabric, hung like a sling, that has the effect of a pouch, which carries her only companion, a glass-woman. The whole look is very complementing to her figure, despite the fact that it is frowned upon, even if it's necessary for her lifestyle.
Distinguishing Features:: Her fiery red hair, and a light birthmark covering most of her left hand.
Also, she is left handed.
Personality:: Rumor has a strong, but not outspoken personality. When she wants to, she can be very convincing, and can stratigize well. She usually sticks to her own, and doesn't stay in one place for very long, often feeling alienated by the way people look at her. She is obviously a strong woman, and people have trouble adjusting to that.
Though she at first comes off as a rough, break-neck sort of person, once one gets beyond that exterior, and is allowed to get to know Rumor, she is kind-hearted, and caring. Though she can fight, she prefers not to have to seriously harm anyone, instead finding ways to make herself helpful before disappearing. Her constant disappearing acts, without giving anyone her real name, was what originally gained her the alias 'rumor'.
Strengths::
+Convincing
+Strategies
+Dancing
+Acting
+Intelligent
+Disappearing
Weaknesses::
+Singing
+Reading & Writing
+Propriety
+Manners
+Fighting
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Companions::
Glass-woman~> Rosmerta
History::
The first and only home rumor can remember could hardly be called a home. She lived with five other children in the care of two nuns. The nun's were unlike any others in the small village. They were more cynical, supposedly from having to put up with children in varying stages of distress over the last decades. They would tell Rumor, every time she would ask them for the truth, that her parents were drunks who followed the ale through the north villages, and left her behind. They would laugh, and send her to her room, without any further explanation. She didn't know whether or not she could believe them.
As she grew older, she grew more attuned with nature, finding herself to enjoy the outdoors. She stopped asking the nuns about her parents, and instead would sneak out at night, lurking the mountains around the outskirts of her little village. This was where she had found Rosmerta, wounded at the base of a cliff after an avalanche that had nearly squashed Rumor as well. The young glass woman never completely got the use of her legs back, but she still made a good guide through the mountainous north, once rumor left the nuns behind at the age of twelve, after arguing with them about her keeping Rosmerta.
Over the next four years, she explored the mountains, visiting villages she never knew existed, making her way so far south she could see Ombra, then going so far north she could hardly bear the cold any more. She would earn her keep for a few nights in every village she passed, doing work for those who lived her, so she could sleep in their sheds, but never leaving her name, and disappearing without warning, whenever she felt the urge to explore some more.
RP example::
Roxane turned her head to look at him as he lay down beside her, his hand running down her arm, making her skin feel cold once the heat of his skin was gone, his arm around her waist. She could only see him from her peripheral now, but seeing him at all was a blessing of sorts. She couldn't help but to think of the times she had thought that she had lost him forever. Too many time's when he had left her side. She felt sure now, that should he ever leave again, he would come back to her. They would see each other again.
"How did you know?" She asked him. She had become very good at faking sleep, at least while in the comfort of her own home. "You know I can sleep without you now." She smiled at her joke, remembering the times he had gone away before he disappeared the first time. How she would lay awake the first night after he left, and have to find something to occupy her mind. Those days were gone now, pushed out from her knowledge that he would always return. There was no room for nights sleepless with worry now. "You still love the outdoors, don't you? The free life we used to have, outside of these walls." She had been the one to always want a home. He had always seemed to prefer calling wherever their tent could be set a home. She could not blame him for that. She had loved it at first too, but a home was needed when raising a family.
She turned on her other side, and buried her face in his neck, closing her eyes again. She still didn't like that boy. She still blamed him for her husbands death. She could understand though, why Dustfinger felt differently. The boy was far away from home, where ever home had been before he had shown up here. Dustfinger had once been far from home too. It was their connection. She had tried many times to get her husband to tell her where he had been for all that time. He never would. Either way, it didn't matter. He was at her side now.
"Jehan well sleep for days if I don't wake him." She sighed, and kissed his neck. His skin was hot on her lips. "He works to hard. Tires himself out."
"How did you know?" She asked him. She had become very good at faking sleep, at least while in the comfort of her own home. "You know I can sleep without you now." She smiled at her joke, remembering the times he had gone away before he disappeared the first time. How she would lay awake the first night after he left, and have to find something to occupy her mind. Those days were gone now, pushed out from her knowledge that he would always return. There was no room for nights sleepless with worry now. "You still love the outdoors, don't you? The free life we used to have, outside of these walls." She had been the one to always want a home. He had always seemed to prefer calling wherever their tent could be set a home. She could not blame him for that. She had loved it at first too, but a home was needed when raising a family.
She turned on her other side, and buried her face in his neck, closing her eyes again. She still didn't like that boy. She still blamed him for her husbands death. She could understand though, why Dustfinger felt differently. The boy was far away from home, where ever home had been before he had shown up here. Dustfinger had once been far from home too. It was their connection. She had tried many times to get her husband to tell her where he had been for all that time. He never would. Either way, it didn't matter. He was at her side now.
"Jehan well sleep for days if I don't wake him." She sighed, and kissed his neck. His skin was hot on her lips. "He works to hard. Tires himself out."
