Post by Guenivere Aberneathy on Feb 24, 2008 0:26:24 GMT -5
;; fundamentals
full name;;
Guenivere Marie Aberneathy
nickname;;
Guen but it’s not one she prefers
birthday;;
January 16
age;;
20
sexual orientation;;
Straight
job;;
Assasin/ Monster Hunter for the Knights of the Holy Order
Race;;
Femme Fatale (Female)
;; appearance
general;;
Temptress is a rather attractive girl, standing at five foot tall with bright, emerald eyes and a beautiful smile when she does part her lips to smile. Her body is thin and lithe, her skin pale. Her blonde hair that is naturally streaked with alabaster highlights falls in loose waves to a little past her shoulders, her nose slightly hooked as it runs in her family and her lips are a natural crimson, her entire skin the smell of burning pine and roses.
Her face is thin, her cheekbones set off by her pale skin, every aspect of her radiating arrogance and high-breeding. Her movements are cat-like, flowing, liquid. She is intimidating, despite her small size. However, she has sort of grown up as ‘one of the guys’ so she knows how to defend herself if needed.
Her usual apparel is much like Anna Valerious’s, consisting of tight, black pants and high, spike heeled boots, and a white shirt. A dark blue jacket falling to the tops of her thighs adorns her outfit, and occasionally a black one that falls to the backs of her knees.
favorite;;
Her hair
Her eyes
Her smile
hate;;
Her nose
Her height and lack there of
Her hands
heritage;;
Romanian
ethnicity;;
Caucasian
;; personality
general;;
Guenivere is a silent worker. She works in subtle ways to get the things that she desires most. Whereas most people will barge through and claim, Guenivere will scheme and use her wits and cunning to bring about the change that will suit her needs.
She can be deemed as cold and unfeeling but there is a deeper sense to the outlier. One must dig deeper then face value to see the true colors, no matter what shade they are. Few have recognized her true beauty held within the dark depths. Accepting of anything with a dark nature Guenivere embraces the ways of battle and death like someone familiar with its intricate designs. She is controlled in how she shows people her true workings, choosing only to reveal them to those that are truly worthy.
Guenivere doesn't do anything by half. If she embarks on a challenge, she will do whatever it takes to accomplish it.. If she loves, she loves with her whole being.. if she hates, then the worse death is reserved for that being. She is a truly valuable asset to a fighting force becoming indifferent to life and death.
However, despite her driven nature, she has a tendency to let her own arrogance that runs so rampant in her family get in her way. Because of this, she can also be very vain and insubordinate, which can get her in trouble. She has the tendency to be stubborn as a mule and is unwilling to listen to others, even if she knows they’re right.
She has the tendency to become confrontational if she fears that someone is starting rumors about her, and her explosive temper often has a tendency to run away with her. She usually is very level headed, but you insult anyone she holds close, it’s going to be ugly. When she gets angry, it’s almost impossible to get her away from her target. And she won’t care who’s in the way when she gets in a rage. You can only get her off by throwing a rope around her and pull her off.
hobbies;;
Horseback riding
Practicing her marksmanship
Singing
Playing the violin or cello or piano
dislikes;;
[X] Being underestimated
[X] Being stared at
[X] The cardinal
likes;;
[X] Thunderstorms
[X] Snow
[X] Alcohol, brandy to be exact
;; origins
general;;
Guenivere was born into a normal family in the Transylvania town of Bandgel, on the western border of the country. She lived a normal childhood, taught to use any weapon possible for her to hold, from sword to rifle to pistol to cross bow. She often used to hunt in the woods around her home.
Perhaps the most pivotal moment in her life was when she was nearly killed by a pack of wolves she was hunting in mountains surrounding her home, and was only to escape when the animals went to attack the horse she was riding, as it was a bigger prey. She returned home a different person, determined to follow her own path.
She went into a deep depression about her encounter with the wolves and the meaning of life, and with a friend, Nickolas, she left her home town and headed for Sicily, intending to become an actor. She developed a drinking and a gambling problem, running herself over the equivalent of one thousand dollars into debt, causing her father to disown her.
Throughout her life, Guenivere was plagued by common philosophical questions, such as "Are my actions good or bad?", "Is there a God?", "Am I in His Plan?", "What happens after death?", "What makes a person happy?" She found herself more in love with humanity than ever before, even if her relationship with mankind was savage. For a while, she saw life as "the Savage Garden", filled with beauty and death.
Because of her boldness, Guenivere's seniors referred to her affectionately as 'the Protégé‘, a title of which she was very fond. She was very much a tomboy, but was very well aware that she was attractive, and would pause mid-narrative to remind the listeners of what she was wearing and how wonderful it made her look. Guenivere never had the desire to love, ever in her life, simply because she feared heart-ache, and was not sure if she could love.
On a crossing ship from Italy to Rome, Guenivere fell from the rigging in a storm and lost her memory. When she arrived in Rome, more specifically the Vatican City, she had no recollection of who she was or where to go. She was found by a kind-hearted monk and brought her to the Church. As soon as her immense talent for weaponry emerged, she was put into service for the knights of the Holy Order, where she has been since.
parents;;
James Aberneathy // deceased
Marie Frankenstein Aberneathy // deceased
siblings;;
Catrine // deceased
other;;
Viktor Frankenstein // uncle // deceased
;; roleplaying
sample;;
[[From a King Arthur site]]
Being in the stables always calmed her down, from a young age she had enjoyed sneaking away to the stables in the middle of the night, in the rain, to sit on the back of her father’s Friesian stallion, Goliath, and would often fall asleep there. And she remembered how in the mornings when her father found her, he would laugh and say that a typhoon could have come through and that horse wouldn’t have moved in fear of hurting her. She smiled slightly at the fond memories and flexed her arms over her head.
It was mid afternoon, and the rain was coming down like small pebbles. Because of this, Arelenne found herself curled up in the hayloft of the stables, catnapping, relaxing, looking down upon Xerxes as he idly munched on his grain. It was days like this that she longed for to be come frequent, a slow, lazy day with nothing to do except sleep. Moving with the grace of a drowsy cat, Arelenne stood, moving to the edge of the loft and dropping the short seven or eight foot drop to the ground below and landed in a cat-like crouch on her feet. She stood straight, walking over to Xerxes’s stall and opening the door to slip inside.
From the moment she stepped into the large stall, the stallion wandered to her, resting his large head against her torso and breathing evenly. The horse was practically begging for attention, and the young woman couldn’t blame him. She hadn’t been out to the stable in months, the horse had not been ridden or played with. She looked around shiftily, seeing if anyone was in the stables with her, and she luckily saw no one. She reached outside the horses stall to his bridle, then turned back to him and slipped it onto his strong head, slipping the metal bit between his teeth then walking him from his stall. She did not want to ride with a saddle this day, so she lined the horse up with his stall door and used it as a step-stool to help her on.
She situated herself on the horse comfortably, moving up so she sat just behind his withers and gathered in her reins. Glancing around once more, she sent the horse into a gallop from the stable and into the woods.
;; behind the character
name;;
Nicole
years roleplaying;;
6 or 7
location;;
The SOUTHERN United States
How You found us;;
Linking through Edge of the Map
