Post by illy on Jan 3, 2015 14:14:05 GMT -5
Name: Mouse (Freak)
Age: 83
Race: Half-elf
Sex: Female
Class: Rogue
Appearance:
Intermediate length (taller than most human, smaller than elves), stick figure thin, not too big yet still pointy ears, big green human like round eyes with a green elven glow, long red hair. Worn out clothing, simple britches and tunic, held together around her waist with some string.
Not strong, very agile, walks with her head and upper back slightly bent over so she doesn’t look taller than the humans around her. Her features shows her being in her late adolescent years.
Personality:
Mouse will not talk to others unless she has to, she is a slave and thus acts accordingly. Her words sound in a low voice, gentle when spoken without others present. Her gaze is usually locked on the ground, her movement swift silent and inconspicuous. As any youngster she is as curious and playful as a kitten and her dull eyes will sparkle and shine with the glow of her fathers eyes whenever she feels safe enough to let go of the submissive role she is in around others. She has an innate love for living creatures, it being animals or plants does not really matter. She is a clever one, a quick thinker with a mind set on survival.
Never did she have any training in fighting. She is very keen in avoiding to get hit for she is used to be a target of mockery and torture. Silently blending into her surroundings to be as unseen and unheard as she possibly can is one of her feats as well.
Background:
A young human female runs deeper and deeper into Grithalla Forest in a state of sheer panic. She is hopelessly lost after going into the damned woods after a little game of truth or dare. Stupid game. Good chance she might never play that game again, ever.
She trips over another tree root, cursing loudly before getting pulled up and thrown on her back by a furious elven ranger. The male stares her down and points silently at the path of destruction she left on her way there. She tries to crawl backing away from him but it is too late. He will use this one time opportunity to dominate over someone of a race he believes is responsible for almost eradicating his kin.
The next day the woman is found close to death near the edge of the forest by her friends. Torn clothes, bleeding from many cuts and scratches, raped.
Back home she recovers from her injuries and when she finds out she is pregnant her family casts her out for she is carrying a halfbreed. She leaves for one of the bigger settlement to try and find shelter and hope for a future. An elderly couple take her in and she works as a maid until her child is born.
As soon as word comes out of the nature of her child, it being a half-elf girl, she and her kid gets kicked out into the streets. They are both outcasts now. This makes her bond with her child strongly, after all, who else would love her more than her only child?
She finds herself a place in a mansion as a live-in housemaid with a little room up in the attic to call hers and where she can keep her baby out of view.
A young female walks through the hallway of a grand and luxurious mansion. Red velvet curtains, dimmed lights, extravagant furniture. It is clearly one of the bigger brothels amongst the surrounding towns. Her almost stickfigure like body looks quite out of place in these surroundings. She isn’t allowed to go outside much anyway and she usually hides out of sight whenever employees or clients are about, so not many would notice her being the odd one there. Her somewhat matted red hair hides her ears well and she keeps her eyes at the floor as she learned by the negative reactions of others to her eyes. Her mother used to say that her eyes shine like the moon that is reflected in the green waters of the marches some miles out the city gate.
Her mum.
Mum died some years ago of old age while she herself was not even a grownup yet. She still misses her every minute of every day of every year.
The half-elf drops the big bundle of bed linen on a pile next to the washtub. With her fine frame and frail hands she starts to wash the sheets in the soapy water. The green glow from her human shaped eyes is dull.
Age: 83
Race: Half-elf
Sex: Female
Class: Rogue
Appearance:
Intermediate length (taller than most human, smaller than elves), stick figure thin, not too big yet still pointy ears, big green human like round eyes with a green elven glow, long red hair. Worn out clothing, simple britches and tunic, held together around her waist with some string.
Not strong, very agile, walks with her head and upper back slightly bent over so she doesn’t look taller than the humans around her. Her features shows her being in her late adolescent years.
Personality:
Mouse will not talk to others unless she has to, she is a slave and thus acts accordingly. Her words sound in a low voice, gentle when spoken without others present. Her gaze is usually locked on the ground, her movement swift silent and inconspicuous. As any youngster she is as curious and playful as a kitten and her dull eyes will sparkle and shine with the glow of her fathers eyes whenever she feels safe enough to let go of the submissive role she is in around others. She has an innate love for living creatures, it being animals or plants does not really matter. She is a clever one, a quick thinker with a mind set on survival.
Never did she have any training in fighting. She is very keen in avoiding to get hit for she is used to be a target of mockery and torture. Silently blending into her surroundings to be as unseen and unheard as she possibly can is one of her feats as well.
Background:
A young human female runs deeper and deeper into Grithalla Forest in a state of sheer panic. She is hopelessly lost after going into the damned woods after a little game of truth or dare. Stupid game. Good chance she might never play that game again, ever.
She trips over another tree root, cursing loudly before getting pulled up and thrown on her back by a furious elven ranger. The male stares her down and points silently at the path of destruction she left on her way there. She tries to crawl backing away from him but it is too late. He will use this one time opportunity to dominate over someone of a race he believes is responsible for almost eradicating his kin.
The next day the woman is found close to death near the edge of the forest by her friends. Torn clothes, bleeding from many cuts and scratches, raped.
Back home she recovers from her injuries and when she finds out she is pregnant her family casts her out for she is carrying a halfbreed. She leaves for one of the bigger settlement to try and find shelter and hope for a future. An elderly couple take her in and she works as a maid until her child is born.
As soon as word comes out of the nature of her child, it being a half-elf girl, she and her kid gets kicked out into the streets. They are both outcasts now. This makes her bond with her child strongly, after all, who else would love her more than her only child?
She finds herself a place in a mansion as a live-in housemaid with a little room up in the attic to call hers and where she can keep her baby out of view.
A young female walks through the hallway of a grand and luxurious mansion. Red velvet curtains, dimmed lights, extravagant furniture. It is clearly one of the bigger brothels amongst the surrounding towns. Her almost stickfigure like body looks quite out of place in these surroundings. She isn’t allowed to go outside much anyway and she usually hides out of sight whenever employees or clients are about, so not many would notice her being the odd one there. Her somewhat matted red hair hides her ears well and she keeps her eyes at the floor as she learned by the negative reactions of others to her eyes. Her mother used to say that her eyes shine like the moon that is reflected in the green waters of the marches some miles out the city gate.
Her mum.
Mum died some years ago of old age while she herself was not even a grownup yet. She still misses her every minute of every day of every year.
The half-elf drops the big bundle of bed linen on a pile next to the washtub. With her fine frame and frail hands she starts to wash the sheets in the soapy water. The green glow from her human shaped eyes is dull.