Post by Aulric on Jul 2, 2012 9:42:10 GMT -5
Jennifer Mars
Place of Birth: Mount Faeloth
Age: I've lost track of this... High 20s low 30s?
Gender: Female
Skin Tone: Fair-Skinned
Status: Taken/Bisexual
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Level: 10th
Class: Fighter/Blackguard
Times Ascended: Once
5'6" & 102lbs
Physical Appearance:
Hair: Jennifer has hair that changes constantly. Her natural hair colour is a light blonde that seems to get lighter when exposed to high amounts of light. Her hair varies in length put she prefers it to be short. When she does have it longer she puts her hair up in a ponytail. The occasional streak of colour or a full on colour change will happen in her hair.
Eyes: Jennifer's eyes are a dark greenish color. Her eyes rest somewhere between evergreen and a nice dark green. Her eyes can sometimes display her thoughts whether she is angry, sad, or some other kind of overemotional thing.
Face: Jennifer's face is a smooth, seemingly flawless wonder, only helping to compliment the rest of his body. That is until you get a little closer. Across her face in a few places are small battle scars, altering her face in the slightest. While her natural beauty is present, she does attempt to put on make up if she can find some.
Torso: Jennifer's torso fits his body almost perfectly. It is nice and slim, sporting a flat yet muscular stomach and a D-Cup breast. Across her back would be an almost X looking scar and on her stomach would be a few more small, noticeable battle wounds.
Arms: Jennifer's arm span would clock in at about 5'6", her arms being pretty much an average length for her height. Of all the things on her body, her arms would be most noticably muscular. Without flexing one could tell there was muscle present and when flexing it would be obvious how strong she truly is.
Hands: Jennifer's hands are in horrible shape compared to the rest of her body. There is usually some kind of burn, cut, or mark on her hands due to the lack of hand protection she should have on while fighting with her sword and shield. When stressed out her hands are much colder as most people's hands do.
Legs: Jennifer's legs are fairly average for her height. They contribute to it but don't make her tower over everyone. Analogous to her arms, her legs are fairly muscular and it can be noticed that she is in good shape. Jennifer takes care of her legs though and there is a distinct lack of scars for the most part.
Distinguishing Features: The small scars that can be found along her body with the X on her back being noticed fairly easily when she is shirtless.
Clothing: When it comes to clothing, Jennifer's wardrobe might as well be changing on a daily basis. It usually consists of blacks, whites, and some colours and has a tendency to be at least a little revealing. When in combat, Jennifer almost always uses her custom made full plate.
[li]Men
[/li][li]Women
[/li][li]Melee Combat
[/li][li]Leading the Group
[/li][li]Mount Faeloth
[/li][li]Meat
[/li][li]Making clothes
[/li][li]Drawing
[/li][li]Flirting
[/li][li]Friends
[/li][li]Talking
[/li][li]Listening
[/li][li]Chilling
[/li][li]Luca
[/li][li]Longswords
[/li][li]A good joke
[/li][li]Smelling nice
[/li][li]Looking nice
[/li][li]Nice hair
[/li][li]Training
[/li][li]Cats
[/li][li]Intense Battle
[/li][li]Candles & Incense
[/li][li]Blacks and Whites
[/li][li]Going on walks
[/li][li]Slaughtering the undead
[/li][li]Being tough
[/li][li]Cookies & Cake
Dislikes:
[/li][li]Bugs
[/li][li]Mind-Based Magic
[/li][li]Smelling bad
[/li][li]Getting killed
[/li][li]Anti-Social people
[/li][li]Assassins
[/li][li]Waiting for long periods of time
[/li][li]Idiots
[/li][li]Annoying people
[/li][li]Over-the-top arrogance
[/li][li]Boredom
[/li][li]Soup
[/li][li]People who think they're funny and really aren't
[/li][li]Stress
[/li][li]Her past
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Personality:
Flirtatious: Jennifer has a tendency to flirt with a lot of people. She will giggle and play with her hair and give out hugs to people that she finds attractive. When in a solid relationship the flirting will die down a little but it is without a doubt still present.
Confident: Slightly tying in with his flirtatious side, Jennifer is fairly confident. Whether she is flirting with a girl or guy that she finds cute or charging ahead of the others to take on a challenge she thinks she can overcome, her confidence shows most of the time.
Seemingly Innocent: Assuming you don't know about her past and you haven't managed to provoke her in some way, shape or form, Jennifer is good at pretending to be innocent. As noted previously she will laugh and giggle and go along like she is a young innocent child who hasn't done anything wrong.
Strong-Willed[/i] Jennifer is extremely strong-willed tying in nicely with her confidence. If she charges in and thinks she can kill something then she will keep fighting it until she takes it down! Even if she gets take down and wounded she will keep pushing until she has what she wanted.
Hot-Headed:[/i] Jennifer can be extremely hot-headed. If you provoke her in the slightest she is known to go ape-shit on you and immediately freak out. This has lead to the deaths and injuries of quite a few innocent bystanders in her past and most likely her future.
Greedy:[/i] Jennifer is fairly greedy as well. She holds several magical bags full of items that she doesn't need just because she has them. When a rare item or large amount of gold presents itself she will most likely try to take it. If she likes you enough though she can be somewhat generous, though after giving away any item she will feel attached to it for the next little while and regret ever giving it away.
Over-Protective:[/i] When someone is very close to Jennifer she can get very over-protective of them. She doesn't want to see them get hurt or have harm come to them in any way, shape, or form. She will do what she thinks it takes to save them from life-threatening situations.
Nickname/Alias: Jenn, The Queen of Siranda (Self-Proclaimed!)
Family: All deceased
History:
It was a snowy night on Mount Faeloth and the noses of all were being nipped at by Mother Nature herself. The cry of a newborn infant rung through the ears of many except for two. The new parents of Jennifer Mars were proud to see this new miracle they had made together. This beautiful young girl with a few strands of blonde fuzz and her beautiful green eyes. They had decided upon the name what seemed like centuries ago simply because they thought it beautiful. It wouldn't be long before this loud newborn would be getting into all sorts of other troubles though.
She was one year old now. She had been crawling all over everything and been making the biggest messes possible. Everything in sight she had to taste and break and throw and she was living the good life. Her parents loved her so much and they would always tend to her needs. She could hardly speak words other than the basics. While all of that was fun and dandy, she did get severely sick for a bit in there. Her young, small body wasn't very good at keeping her warm in the harsh conditions presented by Mount Faeloth.
The small Jennifer kept growing and growing. She was about six years of age now. She could walk and run and she was starting to learn how to read and write too! Her father was every teaching her how to defend herself if a horrible situation ever came about. She was one of the cutest, most innocent kids that Mars' had ever seen. Jenn loved to run around while all bundled up in her gear and make snow people with snow villages that they could live in. The air gave her a refreshing break from the life inside her house and outside was like a second world for her. Though, things still weren't all fun and games. At the age of five, her younger brother had been born into the world. Not just that, her parents started to give her chores. Now she had to help take care of her whiny little brother AND help clean up the house and help in the fields so her parents could keep making money and they could survive. Little Jenn didn't like working. She wanted to play in the snow and with her dolls and toys but her parents wanted to make her do dumb things. This lead to alot of temper tantrums and throwing things and breaking things and even using words that her parents said not to use. Her hot-headedness definately started to show that it would become a problem.
Small Jennifer had now blossomed into a young woman. Well, perhaps not that far yet... She was a teenage. She was started to mature and grow into her body. She could now read and write at a high level, matching lots of adults at the time. She loved to draw everything. She would go outside and admire nature and all of its beauty. She would pay attention to all of the details by drawing every last leaf on a tree and every last rock on the ground. Most of her time was spent on drawing. She still loved to play outside though. She created fond memories of running outside and playing in the snow with her friends. The cold breeze running across her face and blowing her hair into an interesting mess. Along with all of this, her father finished training his full ability. She was given her first ever longsword to hold onto and take with her everywhere. She would need it for her teenage years got even rougher on her. Things all went down hill while visiting her uncle. "Hiya there Uncle!" the teenage Jennifer exclaimed gleefully. "Mnhh... Young Jenn. It is pleasent to see you. Please come in! My home is always open to you." She walked into his large home, escorted by his hand. "So tell me deary, what brings you to my land?" The man had almost a sly grin upon his face. Jenn didn't like it. It made her extremely uncomfortable. "Well you see, my mother is awfully sick and she sent me here in hopes that you could heal her up and make her all better, Uncle!" The man paused and tapped his chin a few times, examining the petite girl. He bit down on his lip and shook his head. "Well I'm just not sure I can do that for you, love. Not without some sort of... payment." His grin widened and looked even more wicked now. "Well of course. My mom gave me 100 gold coins to give you for treatment! She said you need exactly 75 to treat her and 25 for extra." He shook his head and gripped her wrist tightly. His hands started to slide up her body as he glared at her. "Oh no, deary... I want something else..." She knew where this was going and she didn't like it. Jennifer's eyes glistened with fear as a tear began to roll down her cheek. "N-No! Stay back!" The one hand he had not grabbed slowly inched towards her sheathed blade. His hands began to feel at her in places no uncle should be feeling and she knew it. She drew her blade and slashed blindly at him! His leg was victim to a vicious, fear-driven strike that slashed the leg clean from his body. "Aghhhh!" He let out a cry as he began to bleed out on the floor. Jennifer seemed disgusted with him as she stepped back, gripping the sword tightly and swallowing hard, watching his every move. "D-Don't... don't you ever touch me!" He just continued to writhe and squirm on the floor. "E-End... my life.... I'm going to die here! Just kill me! Aghhh!" She looked at her uncle reluctantly, slowly stepping towards him. She took a deep breath and then turned her head away, taking his head clean off. With that, her first kill came to be and Jenn came to realize how dark the world actually was... She knew she needed to be stronger if she ever wanted to survive real life. It wouldn't be long before she set out away from home on a quest for that power.
At the age of 15, Jennifer moved away from home to live with her friend in Kalaram. Her friend was thought to be a nice scholar and part of the guard by her parents. Her parents were horribly wrong. This man was the head of a local mercenary group known as the Penalty. Their leader was a man know only as Snake. "So, Jenny dear, your parents have sent you here to get you some trainin'. We know how to train you right I promise you that. I'm not called the Snake for no reason, y'hear?" Jenn examined him without much interest. The man looked to be in his late twenties. Stubble was all over his face. It looked like he hadn't probably shaved in years. The man's hair was greasy and he towered over the teenage girl. He sported and eye patch and was loaded with weaponary all along his body. It was quite obvious that this man meant business. Jenn finished her examination of him and nodded approvingly. "Well, I'll be completely curt with you. You look like a bum. One of the deadliest bums I've ever seen. But from what I can tell you have strength enough to do work for folks. And strength is what I need." The man's face contorted some as he heard what she had to say. "Hey! If you ain't got something good to say about me you might wanna keep that to yourself. Just for that you get cookin' duty for the next month ya wench. I'll still train you to fight but you gotta learn to cook too." Jenn had never cooked a day in her life for the most part so it would be a valuable skill as well as an interesting thing. The interesting part being how the mercenaries reacted to her horrid cooking. There was still a lot she had to learn from the group. Jenn could hardly sword fight let alone slay creatures and bandits.
The first mission would be an interesting one. Hardly any real world experience was all Jennifer was armed with. That along with a longsword, shield, and fairly heavy suit of full plate. She was the odd one out in the group. Not only was she the only female, she was the only up front fighter as well. All the others were rude and crude assassins and rogues that simply followed the shadows and killed from behind. The group was tasked with delivering unto a group of bandits the "penalty" that their group was named for. The death penalty. "Alright y'damn rookies. Today we got a group of bandits. They are stealing a shipment of jewelry that's meant to go to the local jeweler's store." Snake motioned to a group of 10 or so men who looked to not even be armed with much more then daggers. Jennifer sized them up and thought it was going to be a tough fight. She was far from right. Snake dashed ahead with one of the other rookies on his tail. The men began to drop like flies right before Jenn's eyes. She wasn't quite sure how to react other than how she had been trained to. She charged right into the fight as fast as she could given her armor and began to hack and slash at the group of bandits. The fight lasted merely seconds as the adrenaline pumped through her body and drove her to slaughter her way through each man that presented themselves. She quickly took a liking to the feeling. Killing let her get her anger out and brought to her the feeling like she was a god. It was spectacular. All of that aside, her first mission was a complete success and many more like it would come only adding to her bloodlust. It wasn't long before Jennifer was one of the deadliest people around with a sword. Though, while the mission was great fun, Jennifer had to go home to her duties as a cook. While she failed at her job almost immediately, with time came skill in the trade.
For years Jennifer worked with "The Penalty" her slightly scary sounding band of mercs. Riches upon riches were seemingly thrown at the group for each thing they did. That's what Jenn thought anyways. That was until her 19th year. The Kalaram Guard set out to arrest the entire group of mercenaries for several cases of murder and theft. All of those 'good deeds' Jenn thought she had been doing by killing bandits and recovering stolen property... They had all been a lie. The Penalty was a gang of sorts that stole from the rich to make themselves richer according to the guard. They didn't respond very well to being wanted though. The group did one of two things for the most part. They fought back against the guard until the group members were killed (Snake being included in this large number) or they ran from Kalaram like cowards and weren't to be seen again. That is, all of them but Jennifer. Jennifer explained her situation to the guards and they seemed quite sympathic for some reason. She assumed it was because she had always seemed somewhat innocent. The guards took her in for the next year and let her train with them. While the guards did improve her fighting skills even further, she didn't like them all too much. There were a few too many goody-two shoes for her. After years with the merc group she had gotten used to the badder folks. Not to mention the guard wasn't very keen on killing, something she had become quite fond of.
She had just turned 21 and was heading on her way back home. Some sort of outbreak was beginning to spread according to the guard. They wished her the best of luck and sent her back home not really wanting to expose her to much more danger. The trip back to Mouth Faeloth was short but tiring. She got home ready to collapse onto the ground. The sight that rest before her eyes was not one that welcomed her. "Mom! Dad! Brother!! I'm home! Where are you?!" She burst through the door in a panic, hearing only news of death when it came to the outbreak. As she came into the house with haste she noticed blood all along the floor, leading upstairs. She bite down on her lip and tears began to flood her eyes. This sight had almost guarenteed that her family was gone. She followed the trail upstairs slowly, longsword in hand. "P-Please... please don't be dead..." The trail ended at a door. She pushed the door open and saw three dead bodies upon the floor. The tears began to pour down her face. "N-No! What happened?!" She sprinted over to the body she thought was her father's and turned it over, hearing a soft moan come from his direction. "RAGHH!!!" Her undead father lunged at her, attempting to bite at her neck. She instictively slashed his arm off then pushed him away, taking a few steps back. She was surprised to see him still moving after losing the limb. She slashed at the other arm in hopes of stopping him but the results were grim. Her father and the rest of her family had been infected and turned into one of the creatures she had only heard of in legend. The walking dead. Jennifer sprinted from the house and pulled out one of the firebombs she had been given by the guard to protect her. She lobbed it into the house and watched it light into a big burning flame. Jennifer dropped her bloodied sword and dropped onto her knees in the snow before her burning home. She watched as the people in the house burned away along with all of the memories she had of them. Her face was hidden away in her hands as tears rolled slowly down her cheeks forming in a pool on the ground. "T-No... It's all gone... Who...? What...? Why my family?! They will pay for this! They will all pay for making me slaughter my own family!" The question going through her mind was who would she slaughter. And the answer...? Nearly everyone... The bloodlust from her days as a mercenary returned and stayed with her for years to come... Though it did come in handy most certainly. For as a survivor... Sometimes you just have to be ruthless.
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