I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep;
I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.
Name:
Lady Rachel of House Brekken
Age:
24
Race:
Human
Height:
5'6"
Weight:
124 lbs
Social Class:
Lady
Location of Recruitment:
Brekken Manor
Previous occupation:
Lady
Appearance
Rachel has fair skin and pale yellow tresses that fall about halfway down her back. She sports a faint green gaze that can often be found piercing through ones facade. Her frame is slim and very feminine, a fact that was not lost in the courts.
Chosen Specialization:
DuelistChosen Weapon(s):
RapierChosen Armor Class:
Padded LeatherItems Carried:
Recruits' tunic, pants and belt. A silver chain with the Brekken family Crest. Positive Traits:
| Quick Witted | Fast Learner |Neutral Traits:
| Conversationalist | Perceptive |Negative Traits:
| Alcoholic | Spoiled | Narcissistic |Reason for pursuing Knighthood:
Displeasure with the current state of the world. She finds herself annoyed with the amount of poverty and famine she has had to insufferably witness and wishes to rid it from her life. Clearly, the knights are not doing a well enough job and require guidance. Backstory
Rachel was born into nobility, being trained from a young age in manners and etiquette. She was tutored to be more than pretty face and instead a pretty face that could also keep up with the men in the courts. It was evident at a young age that Rachel did not like having to bite her tongue. "You may speak your mind with your husband but, with no one else" her mother would tell her, warranting an eye roll from Rachel every time.
As she grew older, Rachel would stray from the manor more often, growing bored of the court proceedings that were so repetitive. Outside the walls of her manor, Rachel encountered an injured women, dressed in full plate armor and offered her assistance. COuld she heal the woman or provide any comfort? No. But, Rachel knew that the means for her recovery were not far off in the distance to her home. Carefully, she and the mystery woman shambled back to the manor where the woman would stay until a full recovery had been made, as was Rachels wish.
This woman was none other than Pereylia Meringold, a senior knight of the order. Whenever Rachel could evade her classes, she would be in the medical wing of the manor listening to the stories Pereylia told about the order, about her husband and her son. It was fascinating to dream about life outside of the nobility courts.
Once Pereylia recovered completely, Rachel vowed to herself to leave with her. Thankfully, Pereylia saw no issue with this and despite the Brekken familys complaints, the two left the manor heading towards the order where Rachel would finally become a recruit. Something not so awfully dreadful as living in the courts, a mere treasure for people to gaze upon.
Something worthwhile.