Post by Giselle Danielle on Feb 9, 2009 8:58:29 GMT -5
Name: Giselle Danielle
Alias: Giselle, she will accept nothing else.
Gender: Female
Race: Shapeshifter
Occupation: Mercenary
Age: 23
Height: 5'6"
Appearance: Short brown hair, trimmed with the edge of her sword, sits upon her head in an unruly manner. She keeps it washed, and attempts to keep it neat, yet it enjoys darting off in different directions. She detests it, though some find it rather stylish. It depends on one's tastes. Her eyes are a dark green, not the most particular interesting part of her. Her height is slightly above average, though not noticeably so.
Her clothing is usually that of a man's. She dislikes skirts and absolutely despises dresses, only wearing them when necessary. She usually wears a white poet's shirt, overlapped by a black vest made of soft leather. The pants, made of black velvet, are tucked into knee-high black leather boots made for riding.
Powers: She shifts into a white wolf.
History: She was born into a native tribe in Rou'Mourna. Her father, chief of their tribe, raised her as if she were his son. He lacked the ability to produce a son, though he blamed that on his wife. Though, it didn't matter. Her mother, after the birth of Giselle, had fallen ill and had become infertile. Her mother survived, yet would fear for the rest of her life the possibility of her husband taking another wife. He never did.
Shortly after her birth she bonded with a white wolf pup. His name is Maverick. The only times that they are separated are when he's off hunting, otherwise they are always together. It wasn't unusual to see two white wolves tackling each other down the road, gnawing on each other's ears as they played.
Nevertheless, there was work to be done. Giselle was trained with the other men of the village. At the age of ten her wooden training sword was replaced with one of steel, the children's bow replaced with a full re-curve. The real training began. There was no time for rest. Those who faltered were ridiculed by the rest of the tribe. Giselle made sure that she would not bring her family shame.
At the age of seventeen, which is considered the 'coming of age' of her tribe, Giselle was given her own horse. The horses of the Motrean tribe were known throughout La'Nai. They were large, sturdy and fast. They were the perfect war horse. Each man, or woman in some cases, were given a horse on their seventeenth birthday. The horse was usually around the age of two or three and it was the job of the owners to train them. Needless to say, it was an exciting couple of months until the horses settled.
A year later, her father declared war against one of the neighboring tribes, the Torkaleans. Unknown to the Motreans, the Torkaleans had formed an alliance with some of the other tribes. Her father, realizing that they were outnumbered, ordered Giselle to run away. She refused, she wasn't about to let all of the years of training go to waste. With no other choice, her father knocked her unconscious, tied her to a horse and ordered Maverick to take her away. Maverick did.
The next day, Giselle returned to where her village had once been. Everything had been burned down, and everyone had been killed. Many of their precious horses had died during the chaos, the others had been stolen. She was the last of the Motrean tribe. She never blamed Maverick for anything, neither did she blame herself. Naturally, she was sad, yet she moved on after a couple of months.
She spent the last couple of years working as a mercenary, for anyone who would pay for her services.
Personality: She's rather quiet, never really wanting to speak more than she has to. Occasionally one will get her in a good enough mood to start talking. She's very kind and patient, not one to easily anger. Pity is felt more for animals than humans, but that doesn't mean she won't care if someone's in pain. Although she has what some may consider a large heart, she won't hesitate to kill someone if needed. She'll kill for money, and she'll kill if someone threatens her.
If she's ever angry, which she rarely is, Maverick is the only one who can calm her. When she's sad, Maverick is the only one who can comfort her. She trusts no one but him, and because of that she finds it rather difficult to reveal even bits of her past to a stranger.
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Alias: Giselle, she will accept nothing else.
Gender: Female
Race: Shapeshifter
Occupation: Mercenary
Age: 23
Height: 5'6"
Appearance: Short brown hair, trimmed with the edge of her sword, sits upon her head in an unruly manner. She keeps it washed, and attempts to keep it neat, yet it enjoys darting off in different directions. She detests it, though some find it rather stylish. It depends on one's tastes. Her eyes are a dark green, not the most particular interesting part of her. Her height is slightly above average, though not noticeably so.
Her clothing is usually that of a man's. She dislikes skirts and absolutely despises dresses, only wearing them when necessary. She usually wears a white poet's shirt, overlapped by a black vest made of soft leather. The pants, made of black velvet, are tucked into knee-high black leather boots made for riding.
Powers: She shifts into a white wolf.
History: She was born into a native tribe in Rou'Mourna. Her father, chief of their tribe, raised her as if she were his son. He lacked the ability to produce a son, though he blamed that on his wife. Though, it didn't matter. Her mother, after the birth of Giselle, had fallen ill and had become infertile. Her mother survived, yet would fear for the rest of her life the possibility of her husband taking another wife. He never did.
Shortly after her birth she bonded with a white wolf pup. His name is Maverick. The only times that they are separated are when he's off hunting, otherwise they are always together. It wasn't unusual to see two white wolves tackling each other down the road, gnawing on each other's ears as they played.
Nevertheless, there was work to be done. Giselle was trained with the other men of the village. At the age of ten her wooden training sword was replaced with one of steel, the children's bow replaced with a full re-curve. The real training began. There was no time for rest. Those who faltered were ridiculed by the rest of the tribe. Giselle made sure that she would not bring her family shame.
At the age of seventeen, which is considered the 'coming of age' of her tribe, Giselle was given her own horse. The horses of the Motrean tribe were known throughout La'Nai. They were large, sturdy and fast. They were the perfect war horse. Each man, or woman in some cases, were given a horse on their seventeenth birthday. The horse was usually around the age of two or three and it was the job of the owners to train them. Needless to say, it was an exciting couple of months until the horses settled.
A year later, her father declared war against one of the neighboring tribes, the Torkaleans. Unknown to the Motreans, the Torkaleans had formed an alliance with some of the other tribes. Her father, realizing that they were outnumbered, ordered Giselle to run away. She refused, she wasn't about to let all of the years of training go to waste. With no other choice, her father knocked her unconscious, tied her to a horse and ordered Maverick to take her away. Maverick did.
The next day, Giselle returned to where her village had once been. Everything had been burned down, and everyone had been killed. Many of their precious horses had died during the chaos, the others had been stolen. She was the last of the Motrean tribe. She never blamed Maverick for anything, neither did she blame herself. Naturally, she was sad, yet she moved on after a couple of months.
She spent the last couple of years working as a mercenary, for anyone who would pay for her services.
Personality: She's rather quiet, never really wanting to speak more than she has to. Occasionally one will get her in a good enough mood to start talking. She's very kind and patient, not one to easily anger. Pity is felt more for animals than humans, but that doesn't mean she won't care if someone's in pain. Although she has what some may consider a large heart, she won't hesitate to kill someone if needed. She'll kill for money, and she'll kill if someone threatens her.
If she's ever angry, which she rarely is, Maverick is the only one who can calm her. When she's sad, Maverick is the only one who can comfort her. She trusts no one but him, and because of that she finds it rather difficult to reveal even bits of her past to a stranger.
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