General's Armee

[generaldisaster]

Name: "Kaiser" (Kayla Downwin)
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 31
Alignment: Lawful Evil

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Appearance: Kaiser has an oval-shaped face, with delicate features and the impish prettiness she used to her own gain as a young girl, although a wrinkle here or there and a grey hair every once in a blue moon is beginning to show Kaiser that she is not the young lady she once was-however, blind ignorance of this fact is overriding at the moment. The most marked immediate feature that distinguishes her is the mess of scars that mar Kaiser's left face, gained from a vicious rite of passage involving the weaponless fighting of a wild animal. Three follow the pattern of a paw across her cheek, from the outside to the nose and mouth. Two more, deeper, stand across her brow, and a final sixth cuts across her black, thick eyebrow and both sides of her eye socket, from a blow which narrowly missed removing Kaiser's eye.

Looking into Kaiser's eyes, past a few thin strands of hair that poke from the black mass atop her head, mostly tied back behind her head in a ponytail above her shoulders, one does not see inherent cruelty, or the intent to cause pain. Those light, bright, brown nuts in her head could belong to a farmer, a nurse, or even a kind hermit. Instead, they belong to a cold, ruthless bitch with a calculating bent and no intention of surrender, and as much less understanding of the concept of mercy. In height, Kaiser is unimpressive at 5'5, but 160lb body weight, mostly muscle, can definitely help in both intimidation and killing. Finally, it is very rare for Kaiser to smile, although she has been known to smirk while putting people to death.

As a footnote, Kaiser chooses simplicity over style, usually wearing grey or brown doublets and trousers, with a pair of black boots she has kept for some time, polished to a high sheen.

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Weapons: Kaiser only has one weapon; a massive mace, approximately three feet long in all, a solid angular steel head mounted on an obsidian shaft. Weighing almost 15 lbs, it is chained to Kaiser's right arm by a steel gauntlet, but can be unchained and tied to her back when mobility is needed, or waving a mace is not a clever idea. At the end is a sharp cutting knife edge, but Kaiser usually prefers to smash things with the business end.

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Other Equipment: Travelling light, Kaiser carries almost nothing but her mace and her wits; however, she does keep two important things with her all the time, without fail. Firstly, on a silver chain around her neck hangs the old frilled swan of the House of Downwin. The gold gilding around the edges still shines, polished like the day it was struck. Finally, a small knitted bear, brown and fitting in Kaiser's palm, is hidden under her shirt and leathers, hidden in a place very few would consider putting a hand. (No prizes for guessing where, you horny blighters!) Other than this, a small pot of jet and another of polish are all that she carries on any regularity.

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Abilities: Being a human, and not given to magic or other 'bullshit', the only real ability out of the ordinary that Kaiser can call upon is her immense faith in both her own abilities, and the protection of Mhyhr.

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History: Born to a noble family, Kayla was the first child of Kaleb Downwin and his chief concubine, who died almost immediately after her birth; some say it was murder, others suggest that it was due to complications. However, by law, Kayla became the heir to the Downwin lands, including a small fortress, a collection of soldiers in the hundreds, and more than a few farming villages. As the heir to this throne, it was required that she be educated in the manner that befitted a future Baroness. As she grew and became aware of her condition, how her father ruled his lands with an iron fist while being suitably diplomatic to those above him, Kayla decided that she did not like being a 'lady'. She saw the men-at-arms in their armour, sparring with one another, and when she first saw the destruction of a village by fire, Kayla was changed. After a rant at her tutor, she began tutelage in more martial arts; swordplay, armory, archery and the like.

Expectant as she was to take these talents into a practical application, Kayla's father is particularly long-lived, and is still alive, although he has begun to prepare things for his daughter. However, he knows full well that she has not been quiet between the present and her childhood. Every Baron must kill a wild animal in order to become a man, and while Kaleb was aware of this he did not consider the possibility of treachery. One of his advisors, Sarlat, was in charge of Kayla's Rite, and instead of performing the traditional duties of armouring the candidate heavily and finding the easiest animal he could, Sarlat followed through his long-standing dislike of a woman taking the Downwinlund, and made good his scheme. A distant cousin, the nearest relative who could take the throne other than Kayla, was found and transported to the Downwinlunds. He made sure that Kayla's arms went 'missing' and that she was pitted against a massive brown bear. The guards slipped away, to count their bribes while Kayla was left, alone, in a forest. The bear found Kayla, and after a struggle Kayla returned with two points of note: half her face was a bloody mess, which would later form the scars that mark her today, and she brought with her the severed head of a bear, dripping with blood. Explaining her situation, Kaleb ordered an investigation to be made agaisnt Sarlat. Kayla preferred a more direct approach, and beat him to death, in the court.

After that first kill, Kayla never looked back. She enjoyed killing people, and became very proficient at it. The mace was forged for her, and after a period of merciless butchering, discovered the prescence that would turn her from a blood-soaked maniac to the woman she is; Mhyhr. To the outside, this is a barbaric, worrying cult, while to those inside it, it is a great source of strength and guidance. The basic tenets dictate that while Mhyhr will protect his worshippers, and even those who do not recognise his truths, he does require some contribution-if he prevents every death, nothing would ever come to him and join him in 'Mhyhreic', the Mhyhric ideal of heaven, essentially a form of this earth but without the negative emotions. Kayla found these teachings to make perfect sense for some reason, and as such decided that she would help further the word; apart from simple preaching to those who would listen and the attendance to and protection of the sacred groves, Kayla found two new ways to serve Mhyhr; firstly, any of her 'clients' who did not die immediately would die listening to Kayla's chanting, they would enquire, and if they converted Kayla ended it mercifully. Of course, the deliverance of souls to Mhyhr always would make him happy, so Kayla found her profession assured.

Taking the pet name her father used, 'Kaiser', Kayla became a 'crusader'. She would protect people she deemed 'worthwhile', and remove those who she found to be 'bothersome'. In some, these traits would be considered saintly. Kaiser, however, is certainly no saint-these methods frequently end up applying only to her friends, and she will happily kill anyone who 'bothers' her without much thought. In this respect, she is the best of her religion, with the very worst of the gentry, with a very, very large stick.

NOTE: Kaiser is not evil in the traditional sense; just totally aloof, uncaring of the emotions of others, agressive, and merciless. Think less 'Disney Villain', more 'Realistic Dictator'

[generaldisaster]

Name: Natasha Serbjia Milisevic
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 23
Alignment: True Neutral

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Appearance: Natasha does not like being looked at, perhaps with good reason. She has hair, white with dust and ash that she must seek whenever she can, and a face that is rarely exposed to dirt; the constant desire to be 'clean' compels her to be spotless, except her hair, ever-white, as though the grave has taken her from the forehead up. There are the looks of a pretty young girl amongst her, underneath eyes that constantly dart around trying to avoid staying still. She has thin lips, often pressed tight, and rubs her hands intently, constantly, scratching away at the tiniest speck of dirt as though it were a fire that must be extinguished, leaving nasty marks up and down her arms and legs. If they bleed, it must be scrubbed away, and this often causes other injuries to open, not stopping until she is sedated or satisfied, her pearl-white skin clean again.

Those eyes have seen many things, things they should not have seen, and inside those eyes, the window to the soul, hide secrets that will not reveal themselves, sheltered behind quick blinking and constant survey, refusing ever to stop except to stare at something that has captured Natasha's mind, what is left of it. They are ice-blue, in solid colour which can frighten the unprepared-indeed, she often looks like a corpse when asleep, her eyes open. Never can she close them, because they come when she blinks. They must never arrive, never! Please, no, go away go away go away!

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Weapons: Being her only friend and permanent possession, Natasha shares a full, happy, and two-way relationship with her sniper rifle, 'Jagjielka'. She hugs him and loves him and won't ever let him down, she'll never run away, and she'll never desert Jagjielka. In return, he keeps bad people away, and loves her lots, foreverandeverandeverandeverandever. He's really big and really strong and really likes to eat magazines of high-caliber ammunition.

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Other Equipment: Natasha doesn't keep other objects-they're all filthy and covered in dirt, and if she carried them she'd have to scrub herself clean again and again and again! The food for Jagjielka is important, obviously, and she'll happily carry that around, but anything else has to be dropped. Eating is difficult enough-besides, who would need things when you have a friend like Jagjielka? Hmm? Well, who would? After all, money can't buy you love. She does have a pair of cheap deck shoes, jeans, and a large grey hooded top underneath a tattered old trenchcoat, but you didn't ask me about that, now did you? Silly person.

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Abilities: Jagjielka is very good, yes he is my hood/
against the darkness with a flash and burnt flesh/
I pull his special place and it brings a smile to my face/
To see the fancy booms explode and lower my heavy load/
When I see them come at me he is there and it is he/
Who brings them down to the floor and they don't follow me anymore/
He makes them dead and I am glad because I make other people mad.

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History: Natasha does not remember anything before the age of thirteen except images; lots of houses, someone who was not her mother, other children, being moved around a lot. Hospitals. Doctors. Blood. Then, aged thirteen, everything is clear. She travelled with a group of other children, some older and some younger with one leader; a pretty young man with blond hair named Michael. He always knew what to do, and always looked after everyone. When Natasha was sad, he made her laugh, and when the voices came he was there. She was always scared, and still is, because one thing hasn't happened-they haven't gone away. They are always waiting for Natasha, always chasing her. They are inside her head, but so are other people and sometimes they make the nasty ones go away. At night, however, they come and they don't go away. They fill her head and make her dreams bad, ruin her mind and force her to look at them. Natasha always tries to look away, really she does, but they are so strong and they can make you do what they want, whatever they want!

Anyway, when she was sixteen, bad things began to happen. Men with guns fought other men with guns, and her group kept getting caught in the middle. Eventually, they found guns and began to fight back-this is when she met Jagjielka. He was lovely to her, and she fell in love with him. The pretty lights he made and the scopey thing she could stare down made things much, much bigger. This is fun! Everybody likes lights and telescopes, right? Jagjielka promised to keep her safe from them whenever they came, and he could. He slept with her at night, held tightly in Natasha's arms. They can come at night, but if she has to Natasha can always ask Jagjielka to make them go away-but he needs his sleep to. He really is very nice to her, and he deserves to be able to go to bed for a bit now and then. Besides, she's a big girl now and she can fight some of her own battles if needs be.

It was after she found Jagjielka that Michael got broken. There was a fight, a really big fight with lots of guns and blood and voices and shouting, and everyone got shot. Natasha got a bullet in her head-his name is Christian-and he is a nice voice. He told her not to speak, only to sing and rhyme, and Natasha didn't see why not, so she does. Of course, everyone else being dead was a bit of a problem, and Christian noticed that they were all dirty, so surely the best way to avoid being dead was to be really clean all the time! Jagjielka doesn't think so, but he isn't always right. Christian is a bit smarter than Jagjielka, but only by a few millimetres, because they're both really great and they give Natasha someone to talk to, which is nice because after this fight she realised that everyone else must be dead because they were all dirty, and talking to dead people is silly, you big silly! SILLY! SILLY, SILLY, SILLY! STUPID, DIM, MORONIC. OBTUSE, FOOLISH, SILLY!

There really isn't much else talking about, because most days are pretty boring, just the same running away from them, the ones who keep chasing her and getting inside her head, and there isn't any point talking to you any more because you're dirty, so you must be dead? Why did I start talking to you? Why am I still talking to you?

Maybe Christian knows.

[generaldisaster]

Name: Katrina 'Lady Bullet' Rurikovich
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 27
Alignment: Neutral Good

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Appearance: Katrina is a well-groomed woman with pride, and she always makes sure that wherever she goes, she looks ready to do business. She has the classic blue eyes and blond hair of her race, tied back in a ponytail almost constantly, and her high cheekbones and thin nose serve only to betray her origins further. Standing in boots she is nearly six feet tall, and her frame supports a moderate amount of muscle, hidden beneath a layer of black cotton shirts and trousers which completely envelop her body up to her neck. Over this she sports a hefty armour vest with large metal straps and ammunition hanging from the left side, for easy access with her right hand.

She is a pale creature, with deep blue eyes that have little dots of clouding over in the iris, a portent of the future - but for now, they help a bright smile and strong natural charisma in an oval face atop a long neck.

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Weapons: Katrina carries four weapons; her main rifle, a scoped weapon that was not so much manufactured as hand-made, originally built from old components and gradually improved upon and made stronger with time and increasing expertise. It takes 2x10 magazines of eight 2.9mm rounds, while the two assault rifles strapped to her legs are quite standard Tournament-licensed weapons. Finally, she carries a combat knife in her vest, although if she is forced to resort to it in a Tournament match, the opponent got near her, and that means she's already dead, or very lucky.

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