Post by Rose on Jul 7, 2010 23:33:03 GMT -5
About You:
Your Name:I won’t give out my real name online, but you can call me Rose
Your Age:
How long have you been Roleplaying? 2 years
How did you find us?Ad from another site
Did you read the rules?Yes, Reuben Ribnick
About Your Character:
Character's Name:Rosemary “Rose” Jameson
Classification (eg., wizard, Seeker, Confessor, etc.):Mord-Sith
Powers/Abilities:Breath of life, high pain tolerance, extremely good actress, good liar
Weapon of Choice:Ageil
Strengths (what are they good at?)
- Acting and lying
- Free-willed
- Can blend into the background easily
Weaknesses (what aren't they good at? What do they fear?)
- Her family and those she cares about
- Doesn’t like to hurt others
- Afraid of getting caught
Appearance:
Picture (please post no larger than 500 x 500.):
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color:Brown
Skin Tone:Fair
Clothing:Standard Mord-Sith red leather.
Height:5’8”
Body Type:Slim and rather shapeless. She has few curves, which are only seen when she wears her tight Mord-Sith leather, small chest.
Personality (at least four sentences):Rose is one of the most unique people you will ever meet. She has a strong sense of right and wrong, a free-willed spirit. She has a strong will that cannot easily be broken. She was able to avoid being broken because of it, and also because of the sloppiness of the Mord-Sith in charge of breaking her. She is very quiet, preferring to stay in the shadows, but will take charge if the time calls for it. She would rather avoid taking another’s life, but does so regrettably. She is a bit selfish, and will do everything possible to keep herself alive, even if it means hurting someone else.
History (at least four sentences):Rose was taken from her family at a young age to become a servant in the People’s Palace. She worked as a kitchen girl for several years. Around her 12th birthday the number of Mord-Sith were extremely low, and they began looking for new girls to train. She caught the attention of one of the Mord-Sith, and was taken to be trained, despite the fact that she was too old. They were desperate, however, and needed more Mord-Sith quickly. They taught her how to use an ageil, fight and use the breath of life, but didn’t take the time to completely break her. As a result, she is more free-willed and less submissive than the other Mord-Sith, but cannot break anyone by herself. She has not been stripped of her compassion, and forces herself to act as though he has, to avoid being taken to be completely broken. She is eighteen and one of the lowest-ranking Mord-Sith. She is not loyal to Darken Rahl, though will act as such when necessary. She will do everything in her power to stay alive and away from being broken.
RP Sample (at least four sentences, but must be as the character you're applying for):Rose sat in silence in the corner, watching the other Mord-Sith. They were all engaged in various activities. One was repairing a rip in her glove, another was giving her sister a massage, and two were fighting each other for practice. It was quite normal, uneventful. This was what her life was like now. It had been six years since she had been taken to be “trained”. She wasn’t the same person now. She wished that she could go back to her old life, but she couldn’t. She was Mord-Sith, a heartless killer of Lord Rahl.
Her eyes focused on two women who were talking quietly to each other, then looked away quickly. She wanted to have a friend. She missed the ones that she had gained when she was working in the kitchens. They would have suspected her to be dead to them now. A timid knock sounded on the door to the Mord-Sith’s private room. Rose, who was closest to the door, went to answer it. Sliding back the bar to the look-hole, she was met by a girl, dressed in maid’s clothes. The maid looked at her timidly and said, “I’m here to drop off the massage oils that the Mistress asked for,” the girl held out two bottles in explanation. Rose took them without a word, and shut the door in the maid’s face. She turned back into the room, and handed the bottles to the Mord-Sith who was acting as a masseuse. She took them without a word, giving Rose a venomous glare as she did so, and Rose returned to her seat. Why can’t I have a friend…?She thought, resuming her emotionless position in the corner, fighting back the tears in her eyes that were fighting to show. She couldn't show emotion. It was a weakness.
