Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2008 9:40:25 GMT -5
Hope I got this right... 
Character Name: Talarya
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Position: Good or Evil? Mostly Good
God/Mortal/Amazon/centaur/valkery,Exct: Mortal
Appearance: 5ft 1 tall, hazel green eyes, short dark blonde hair, athletic build
Personality: Fiercely loyal to those that she calls a friend and never goes back on her word, so she very rarely gives it. Never backs down from a fight or from a dare; she is a very proud woman.
History: She was born in a fishing district in the north of the city of Athens. Her earliest memories are of the smell of salt and fish in the air. Her father was, of course, a fisherman while her mother took the catch of the day to market to sell. From a very young age, she would go out with her father in the boat and help him with the fishing and she soon became adept at seamanship and was able to balance very well on the small rickety boat her father owned.
Her life stayed like this for the first ten years of her existence, fishing with her father and then going to market with her mother. But then tragedy struck. One day while out with her father, the weather turned bad and a terrible storm suddenly blew up out of nowhere. A giant wave overturned the small boat and although she was trapped inside the upside down vessel, her father wasn't so lucky and was swept away by the force of the wave. A few hours later she was found and rescued by another fisherman and taken back to shore.
Following this tragedy her mother sank into a pit of despair, in which her only solace was a cheap gut-rotting bottle of liqueur. They lost their house and ended up on the streets. She fell in with a very bad crowd of street urchins and it was here that she began my life of crime. She soon learnt to steal, beg and cheat for what she wanted and at the age of eleven was a fully-fledged member of one of the biggest street gangs in Athens. She also soon gained quite a reputation amongst her new friends as a cut-purse and a burglar. She boasted that there wasn't a house in the city that she couldn't steal from and not a person whose pocket she couldn't pick. She also had the reputation of a bit a fighter, there wasn't anyone that she wouldn't fight; no matter how much bigger they were than her. She loved playing with her small knife, throwing it at targets and became quite adept at it.
Then at the age of fourteen she was talking with her friends and saying her usual boast about her thieving abilities when one of then crowd, a weasel faced boy named Doran, dared her to steal a jewel from the palace of the King. How could she refuse such a challenge, to do so would have made her look foolish and she was never one to turn down a dare, so she agreed.
Two nights after the dare was issued to me, she found herself standing outside the palace berating herself for accepting this idiotic dare. Then it seemed her luck started to look up. A small side door opened at the side of the palace and a woman walked out carrying a bundle of clothes, maid's outfits. She put the basket down and went back into the palace, maybe to get something else that she needed. This was all the opportunity she needed. She quietly made my way over to the basket and grabbed a uniform from the pile and hurried away. She swiftly donned it and went back to the door that she had been at, entering it confidently. The room she entered was a small washroom and luckily for her, nobody was in it. She went through another door and found herself in a corridor, torches blazing along its length. Now all she had to do was find the bedchamber, get a jewel and leave, simple. Finding the room was less of a problem than she had thought it would be. She knocked on the door to the chamber and hearing no answer, sneaked in. There she was, sleeping on her bed, the Queen of Athens; the King was away on a diplomatic mission. Moving as quietly as a mouse who doesn't want to wake a sleeping cat, she crept in and made her way to the dresser. A pair of ruby earrings caught her eye and snatching them up she swiftly put them in the pocket of the uniform she had stolen. Feeling very much like that cat that had got the cream, she made her way out of the chamber, only to walk into a solid wall of muscle. Her smile soon evaporated when she saw who it was, the head guard for the whole palace. Grabbing her by the arm, he led her down a corridor, down some stairs and along yet another corridor before coming to a room, the guardhouse. Pushing her inside, he asked her who she was and what she was doing. She tried to bluff saying that she was just a new maid, but he knew that wasn't true. It didn't take him long to find the earring that she had stolen and she was thrown into one of the dank cells under the palace to await her fate.
It didn't take long for her to find out. Two days later she was pulled out of the cell and into court, where the Queen herself was presiding. She was, of course, found guilty and sentenced to serve a term in the city jail. Five years, she couldn't believe it!
It turned out that prison life was very much like life on the streets, except that she had a bed and three meals a day, even if the bed was just a roll of woven straw and the meals were nothing more that a bowl of plain broth, bread and water.
After she had been there just about a year, a man was brought in. He was the finest looking man she had ever seen in her life. Tall, broad shouldered, muscled and yet he moved like a cat. But there seemed to be such a great sadness in his eyes. I took her a month to pluck up the courage to talk to him and when she did his answers were monosyllabic. But she was determined to make him talk, call it a project that she had set for herself. Bit by bit she wore him down. She found out that he had worked as a bodyguard to a woman that he had ended up falling deeply in love with. Then, one day, his love had been murdered while he was off duty. This sent him mad and he vowed to kill all the fiends that had killed her. He left his home town and set out on his mission. One of the murderers was the Mayor of a town outside Athens and after he had killed the man was caught by the local militia and thrown in jail. Nobody believed his story.
She found herself falling madly in love with this man and soon they became more than just friends. Then, the day before she was due to be released, tragedy struck her life once more. A gang of men in the jail took exception to him and when he wasn’t looking, stabbed him in the back with a home made knife, killing him instantly. Rage filled her heart and she swore vengeance upon the men who had killed him, no matter how long it took.
The next day she was released and her life began again.
Sample Rp:
Here we go... sorry that its so long, I don't normally write this much but I got carried away.
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The heavy gates slammed shut behind her as Talarya stumbled out onto the street. Only yesterday her lover and friend had been murdered right in front of her and though she was now free, she still felt as if she were a prisoner. Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision and she would have stepped out right in front of a speeding chariot if a strong arm had not caught her and pulled her back.
Whirling around, she cuffed angrily at the tears falling down her cheeks are glared at the man who had saved her; he seemed familiar but she couldn’t quite place his face. Then it hit her; it was Doran, the boy who had dared her to steal something from the Queen. She stared at him for a few seconds and he spoke, “We ‘eard about what ‘appened to you in there,” he said “what ‘appened to your bloke. We know who did it and where they live… want some pay back?”
Talarya blinked, the tears had finally stopped and all that was left was the rage in her heart. She nodded at her new companion, “Yes, I want revenge, I want him to pay for what he did,” she snarled back.
He grinned at her, “Then we go there tonight, we get your revenge; after all we are still family, right? Family looks after each other.” He put his arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. “We all missed you, Tal.” He added.
She smiled back at him and looked up at the sun; in just a few hours she would have her revenge. “Let’s go then,” she said to him and they made their way through the thronging streets of Athens, back to the only home that she had now, back to the gang that had taken her in when no one else would.
That night Tal found herself standing outside the house that Doran had told her about; he had wanted to come with her but she had told him that she needed to do this alone. The man who had done the killing had been released today as well; none of the guards cared if one prisoner killed another, just one less mouth to feed as far as they were concerned.
Her face was set, her eyes grim as he stealthily moved up to the back door of the house. She paused and listened, all the lights were out and not a sound could be heard from inside. She reached out and tried the handle, it was unlocked and so Tal crept silently inside. Something made her stumble slightly but she paid it no heed; had she looked down she would have seen a child’s doll lying on the floor. The door to the main bedroom was slightly ajar and she slowly, silently crept inside until she was standing over the bed, looking down at the man who had killed her lover; lying by his side was a woman, sleeping.
Tal drew her knife from its hidden sheath and studied the man slumbering in front of her; rage and anger was all she had left in her heart. Just as she was about to slash the knife down across the man’s throat, a voice cried out from behind her and she whirled around to see a little girl of about 3 years standing in the doorway. “Daddy!” The girl shouted, fear in her eyes. Tal’s glance went back to the man in the bed who had now woken up and was glaring at her and the knife in her hand which was at his throat; he knew who she was and why she was there.
“Go back to bed, Mara.” He said to the girl, his eyes flicking to her for a brief second.
Tal paused, she couldn’t kill the man in front of his own child and suddenly shame overcame her rage and her anger. She backed away from the man, holding her hands palm out to show that she was no longer a threat. Slowly, she left the room and went back out onto the moon lit street. Sheathing the knife once more, Tal leant against the nearest wall and vomited; she couldn’t believe that she had been about to kill a man in cold blood. Wiping her mouth, she hurriedly made her way from the area. It was best that she left Athens; maybe she could start a new life somewhere else.
Secret Word:(read the rules to find it) Elvira
What you plan on doing with the character: (Are they going to be evil,a hero,Amazon warrior,Ext. Give me a brief explanation so I know that you truly understand the character you chose to portray.) She will start to go more towards being a good guy. She had a baby in jail that was taken from her so will want to track it down. She will probably want to take revenge upon the man who got her lover in jail and the men who killed him.
Character Name: Talarya
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Position: Good or Evil? Mostly Good
God/Mortal/Amazon/centaur/valkery,Exct: Mortal
Appearance: 5ft 1 tall, hazel green eyes, short dark blonde hair, athletic build
Personality: Fiercely loyal to those that she calls a friend and never goes back on her word, so she very rarely gives it. Never backs down from a fight or from a dare; she is a very proud woman.
History: She was born in a fishing district in the north of the city of Athens. Her earliest memories are of the smell of salt and fish in the air. Her father was, of course, a fisherman while her mother took the catch of the day to market to sell. From a very young age, she would go out with her father in the boat and help him with the fishing and she soon became adept at seamanship and was able to balance very well on the small rickety boat her father owned.
Her life stayed like this for the first ten years of her existence, fishing with her father and then going to market with her mother. But then tragedy struck. One day while out with her father, the weather turned bad and a terrible storm suddenly blew up out of nowhere. A giant wave overturned the small boat and although she was trapped inside the upside down vessel, her father wasn't so lucky and was swept away by the force of the wave. A few hours later she was found and rescued by another fisherman and taken back to shore.
Following this tragedy her mother sank into a pit of despair, in which her only solace was a cheap gut-rotting bottle of liqueur. They lost their house and ended up on the streets. She fell in with a very bad crowd of street urchins and it was here that she began my life of crime. She soon learnt to steal, beg and cheat for what she wanted and at the age of eleven was a fully-fledged member of one of the biggest street gangs in Athens. She also soon gained quite a reputation amongst her new friends as a cut-purse and a burglar. She boasted that there wasn't a house in the city that she couldn't steal from and not a person whose pocket she couldn't pick. She also had the reputation of a bit a fighter, there wasn't anyone that she wouldn't fight; no matter how much bigger they were than her. She loved playing with her small knife, throwing it at targets and became quite adept at it.
Then at the age of fourteen she was talking with her friends and saying her usual boast about her thieving abilities when one of then crowd, a weasel faced boy named Doran, dared her to steal a jewel from the palace of the King. How could she refuse such a challenge, to do so would have made her look foolish and she was never one to turn down a dare, so she agreed.
Two nights after the dare was issued to me, she found herself standing outside the palace berating herself for accepting this idiotic dare. Then it seemed her luck started to look up. A small side door opened at the side of the palace and a woman walked out carrying a bundle of clothes, maid's outfits. She put the basket down and went back into the palace, maybe to get something else that she needed. This was all the opportunity she needed. She quietly made my way over to the basket and grabbed a uniform from the pile and hurried away. She swiftly donned it and went back to the door that she had been at, entering it confidently. The room she entered was a small washroom and luckily for her, nobody was in it. She went through another door and found herself in a corridor, torches blazing along its length. Now all she had to do was find the bedchamber, get a jewel and leave, simple. Finding the room was less of a problem than she had thought it would be. She knocked on the door to the chamber and hearing no answer, sneaked in. There she was, sleeping on her bed, the Queen of Athens; the King was away on a diplomatic mission. Moving as quietly as a mouse who doesn't want to wake a sleeping cat, she crept in and made her way to the dresser. A pair of ruby earrings caught her eye and snatching them up she swiftly put them in the pocket of the uniform she had stolen. Feeling very much like that cat that had got the cream, she made her way out of the chamber, only to walk into a solid wall of muscle. Her smile soon evaporated when she saw who it was, the head guard for the whole palace. Grabbing her by the arm, he led her down a corridor, down some stairs and along yet another corridor before coming to a room, the guardhouse. Pushing her inside, he asked her who she was and what she was doing. She tried to bluff saying that she was just a new maid, but he knew that wasn't true. It didn't take him long to find the earring that she had stolen and she was thrown into one of the dank cells under the palace to await her fate.
It didn't take long for her to find out. Two days later she was pulled out of the cell and into court, where the Queen herself was presiding. She was, of course, found guilty and sentenced to serve a term in the city jail. Five years, she couldn't believe it!
It turned out that prison life was very much like life on the streets, except that she had a bed and three meals a day, even if the bed was just a roll of woven straw and the meals were nothing more that a bowl of plain broth, bread and water.
After she had been there just about a year, a man was brought in. He was the finest looking man she had ever seen in her life. Tall, broad shouldered, muscled and yet he moved like a cat. But there seemed to be such a great sadness in his eyes. I took her a month to pluck up the courage to talk to him and when she did his answers were monosyllabic. But she was determined to make him talk, call it a project that she had set for herself. Bit by bit she wore him down. She found out that he had worked as a bodyguard to a woman that he had ended up falling deeply in love with. Then, one day, his love had been murdered while he was off duty. This sent him mad and he vowed to kill all the fiends that had killed her. He left his home town and set out on his mission. One of the murderers was the Mayor of a town outside Athens and after he had killed the man was caught by the local militia and thrown in jail. Nobody believed his story.
She found herself falling madly in love with this man and soon they became more than just friends. Then, the day before she was due to be released, tragedy struck her life once more. A gang of men in the jail took exception to him and when he wasn’t looking, stabbed him in the back with a home made knife, killing him instantly. Rage filled her heart and she swore vengeance upon the men who had killed him, no matter how long it took.
The next day she was released and her life began again.
Sample Rp:
Here we go... sorry that its so long, I don't normally write this much but I got carried away.
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The heavy gates slammed shut behind her as Talarya stumbled out onto the street. Only yesterday her lover and friend had been murdered right in front of her and though she was now free, she still felt as if she were a prisoner. Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision and she would have stepped out right in front of a speeding chariot if a strong arm had not caught her and pulled her back.
Whirling around, she cuffed angrily at the tears falling down her cheeks are glared at the man who had saved her; he seemed familiar but she couldn’t quite place his face. Then it hit her; it was Doran, the boy who had dared her to steal something from the Queen. She stared at him for a few seconds and he spoke, “We ‘eard about what ‘appened to you in there,” he said “what ‘appened to your bloke. We know who did it and where they live… want some pay back?”
Talarya blinked, the tears had finally stopped and all that was left was the rage in her heart. She nodded at her new companion, “Yes, I want revenge, I want him to pay for what he did,” she snarled back.
He grinned at her, “Then we go there tonight, we get your revenge; after all we are still family, right? Family looks after each other.” He put his arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. “We all missed you, Tal.” He added.
She smiled back at him and looked up at the sun; in just a few hours she would have her revenge. “Let’s go then,” she said to him and they made their way through the thronging streets of Athens, back to the only home that she had now, back to the gang that had taken her in when no one else would.
That night Tal found herself standing outside the house that Doran had told her about; he had wanted to come with her but she had told him that she needed to do this alone. The man who had done the killing had been released today as well; none of the guards cared if one prisoner killed another, just one less mouth to feed as far as they were concerned.
Her face was set, her eyes grim as he stealthily moved up to the back door of the house. She paused and listened, all the lights were out and not a sound could be heard from inside. She reached out and tried the handle, it was unlocked and so Tal crept silently inside. Something made her stumble slightly but she paid it no heed; had she looked down she would have seen a child’s doll lying on the floor. The door to the main bedroom was slightly ajar and she slowly, silently crept inside until she was standing over the bed, looking down at the man who had killed her lover; lying by his side was a woman, sleeping.
Tal drew her knife from its hidden sheath and studied the man slumbering in front of her; rage and anger was all she had left in her heart. Just as she was about to slash the knife down across the man’s throat, a voice cried out from behind her and she whirled around to see a little girl of about 3 years standing in the doorway. “Daddy!” The girl shouted, fear in her eyes. Tal’s glance went back to the man in the bed who had now woken up and was glaring at her and the knife in her hand which was at his throat; he knew who she was and why she was there.
“Go back to bed, Mara.” He said to the girl, his eyes flicking to her for a brief second.
Tal paused, she couldn’t kill the man in front of his own child and suddenly shame overcame her rage and her anger. She backed away from the man, holding her hands palm out to show that she was no longer a threat. Slowly, she left the room and went back out onto the moon lit street. Sheathing the knife once more, Tal leant against the nearest wall and vomited; she couldn’t believe that she had been about to kill a man in cold blood. Wiping her mouth, she hurriedly made her way from the area. It was best that she left Athens; maybe she could start a new life somewhere else.
Secret Word:(read the rules to find it) Elvira
What you plan on doing with the character: (Are they going to be evil,a hero,Amazon warrior,Ext. Give me a brief explanation so I know that you truly understand the character you chose to portray.) She will start to go more towards being a good guy. She had a baby in jail that was taken from her so will want to track it down. She will probably want to take revenge upon the man who got her lover in jail and the men who killed him.
