Narcotic Dollie

The Maimed God - (Dark Age Casual-Advanced Character RP)

If that's not badass, I don't know what is.

The Maimed God - (Dark Age Casual-Advanced Character RP)

Antonia

---

---

Name: Antonia of the Alboinid Dynasty

Appearance: Antonia doesn't look much like a traditional Lampertei woman and with good reason; she takes after her mother, who hailed from the city of Udos. Still, she does her best to not remind her adoptive father of this heritage and dresses her long, lean limbs in boxy tunics and only dawns her hauberk mail when she's traveling. She avoids flowing robes and anything white like the plauge, lest she provoke his fury.

The king's young ward has recently turned nineteen and the years of sleep deprivation have left their mark, causing deep, dark circles to blossom under each of her eyes. Her face and body are littered with scores of freckles and she keeps her red hair tucked away in a cap or hood when in her father's presence, but otherwise lets it down.

Kingdom Allegiance: Lampertei

Tribe: Lampert

Background: Dalgiserius is the only thing close to a father Antonia has ever known and in her humble opinion, he's shit at it.

Antonia was brought to Skadania before her first year had waned and grew up in the cold, bleak walls of Skadan Castle as a ward of the king. The little girl quickly learned to keep her mouth shut and stay out of sight to avoid the king's oppressive fury, but when his mood was particularly foul it seemed as if he would seek her out with the express purpose of punishing her. It never mattered if she actually misbehaved or spoke out of turn, Dalgiserius would always find a reason to discipline her. When the God-damning tower was built during her twelfth year, King Dalgiserius moved her to the room closest to it so she would be forced to lie awake at night and listen to him curse the heavens into the early hours of the morning.

It's during one of these shouting matches that she learned the truth about her adopted father's anger towards her. It seemed that Antonia was the bastard daughter of Queen Nanperga, the king's own lady wife and a lover she had taken to spite him.
While this gave her a new found sympathy for Dalgiserius, it wasn't an issue Antonia could fix and their relationship continued to deteriorate as the seasons passed.

Her feelings for her half sister, Princess Dalgiserata, were a little more complicated. On the one hand the other girl always made excuses for her father's manic episodes and cruel treatments towards Antonia, which made the redhead quite resentful of the princess. But on the other hand Dalgiserata was kind and warm towards her adopted sister, so Antonia would be lying if she claimed there was no love between them. The princess always made sure the other girl was eating well and even hid Antonia in her royal chambers when their father's mood was more black than usual. They frequently take their afternoon tea together and enjoy chess matches whenever they are able.

At this point the lack of sleep from listening to Dalgiserius' tyraids had begun to take a serious toll on the young girl. Antonia was just about ready to set the whole castle on fire in the pursuit of getting some shut eye when her father named her one of his Gastalds. It didn't make any sense, the girl was barely sixteen at the time and while decent with a bow, she was no seasoned war chieftain. Still she jumped at the chance to leave the castle on impossible witch hunts and no matter how ridiculous or unachievable the goal may have seem, Antonia never shied away from any of King Dalgiserius's assignments.

Because honestly at this point all Antonia wanted was a full nights rest.

Gundiberga

---

---

Name: Gundiberga (Pronounced Gun-da-perga)

Appearance: The many years of weilding her halberd have left Gundiberga's body well muscled and without much softness to it. She keeps her pale hair cropped short and the lines on her face give away her age of thirty eight years. Her eyes are so dark they almost appear black and only truly light up when her enemies are screaming in terror.

Kingdom Allegiance: Lampertei

Tribe: Lampert

Background: Gundiberga spent the first decade of her fighting career as a sellsword, guarding merchant caravans and the like as long as they payed her well enough. It wasn't long before the woman developed a reputation for the manic glee she took in slaying god-fearing Chlotar raiders and Xeaxaenot loving Eodaen swindlers alike. This joy in her work was what caught the eyes of someone higher up in King Dalgiserius' court and she was recruited to assist in the desecration of the temples that had begun cropping up on their borders.

Gundiberga was ruthless in this endeavor as well, her mania and bloodthirst only made more intense by her proximity to the king's own madness. After five years of tearing down temples and painting the walls with their worshiper's blood she was recruited for another assignment. She was to be shield maiden to King Dalgiserius' adopted daughter, Antonia, and aid her in assignments to the city of Udos and wherever else the king saw fit to send them.

The older woman wasn't impressed at first with the king's newest Gastald. Antonia didn't have the first clue about diplomacy or the intricacies of warfare, and as far as Gundiberga could tell the girl had never swung an axe a day in her life. But what she lacked in practice the girl made up for in sheer force of will and after three years of being stuck together, she found the young gastald almost tolerable.

The Maimed God - (Dark Age Casual-Advanced Character RP)

@Grijs Thanks! I'll scoot her on over and then I'll edit her CS after we've hashed out the sister relationship.

The Maimed God - (Dark Age Casual-Advanced Character RP)

Alright, here's what I have for my main character. I'll work on a side character later today, but I figured I could get this one up and you could let me know if there were any edits I needed to make!

Antonia

---

---

Name: Antonia of the Alboinid Dynasty

Appearance: Antonia doesn't look much like a traditional Lampertei woman and with good reason; she takes after her mother, who hailed from the city of Udos. Still, she does her best to not remind her adoptive father of this heritage and dresses her long, lean limbs in boxy tunics and only dawns her hauberk mail when she's traveling. She avoids flowing robes and anything white like the plauge, lest she provoke his fury.

The king's young ward has recently turned nineteen and the years of sleep deprivation have left their mark, causing deep, dark circles to blossom under each of her eyes. Her face and body are littered with scores of freckles and she keeps her red hair tucked away in a cap or hood when in her father's presence, but otherwise lets it down.

Kingdom Allegiance: Lampertei

Tribe: Lampert

Background: Dalgiserius is the only thing close to a father Antonia has ever known and in her humble opinion, he's shit at it.

Antonia was brought to Skadania before her first year had waned and grew up in the cold, bleak walls of Skadan Castle as a ward of the king. The little girl quickly learned to keep her mouth shut and stay out of sight to avoid the king's oppressive fury, but when his mood was particularly foul it seemed as if he would seek her out with the express purpose of punishing her. It never mattered if she actually misbehaved or spoke out of turn, Dalgiserius would always find a reason to discipline her. When the God-damning tower was built during her twelfth year, King Dalgiserius moved her to the room closest to it so she would be forced to lie awake at night and listen to him curse the heavens into the early hours of the morning.

It's during one of these shouting matches that she learned the truth about her adopted father's anger towards her. It seemed that Antonia was the bastard daughter of Queen Nanperga, the king's own lady wife and a lover she had taken to spite him.
While this gave her a new found sympathy for Dalgiserius, it wasn't an issue Antonia could fix and their relationship continued to deteriorate as the seasons passed. She also began to grow indifferent towards her half sister, Princess Dalgiserata, who defended the king's actions and never acknowledged the abuse he inflicted on Antonia.

At this point the lack of sleep from listening to Dalgiserius' tyraids had begun to take a serious toll on the young girl. Antonia was just about ready to set the whole castle on fire in the pursuit of getting some shut eye when her father named her one of his Gastalds. It didn't make any sense, the girl was barely sixteen at the time and while decent with a bow, she was no seasoned war chieftain. Still she jumped at the chance to leave the castle on impossible witch hunts and no matter how ridiculous or unachievable the goal may have seem, Antonia never shied away from any of King Dalgiserius's assignments.

Because honestly at this point all Antonia wanted was a full nights rest.

The Maimed God - (Dark Age Casual-Advanced Character RP)

Howdy! I'm pretty interested in this, but also confused about some parts. Is it alright if I PM you to ask a few questions?

Attack On Titan: Angel of Humanity { Angel & Dollie }

Elena was midway through ’The Growing Season of Wheat’ chapter of her textbook when she heard her fellow scouts at the table heatedly discussing who they thought was the strongest amongst the Survey Corps. “It’s obviously Mikasa,” said one of the newer members, a boy named Jean. Some people had taken to calling him, ‘Horse-Face’ which Elena thought was a mean but strangely accurate moniker.

“N-No,” answered Sasha, struggling to get the words out around a mouthful of food. The handprint on her cheek still bloomed red against her olive skin. “It’s Captain Levi. Everyone knows that.”

“I think it’s Sara,” added Mark. At the mention of the white haired woman Elena couldn’t help but perk up, abandoning her book completely in order to invest her full attention to the conversation. “You should have seen her at Trost. She cut through those titans like they were nothing!” he exclaimed.

“She looked like an Angel,” Elena said to herself, but the others at the table seemed to have overheard her. They all stopped talking and stared directly at the redhead, causing her to face to heat up in embarrassment. “I just mean, um, the way she flew the air and stuff. And, y’know, her hair is white and it looks like a halo almost, when the light hits it.”

There was silence at the table while everyone continued to stare. Then Jean’s lips turned up slowly into a smirk that could only be described as mischievous. “You got the hots for Reinhardt, Elena?”

“W-What? N-No!” the redhead stuttered out, face flushing full on crimson at this point. “I only meant that--well, when she was using her omni-directional gear it looked like she was flying, like really soaring, and it was prett--,” Elena cut herself off when she realized she was only making it worse, her teeth clinking together audibly as she shut her mouth.

“Sure, Sure,” said Jean, sly smirk still ever present. “Reinhardt and Ral, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I~” the other scout sang, only to be interrupted by Elena lurching across the table and slapping her hand over his mouth to shush him.

“Shut up!” she hissed, glancing around wildly to make sure no one heard him. Jean chuckled before pushing her back, raising his hands in surrender.

“Alright then, Red, prove me wrong,” he challenged, pointing across the mess hall to where Sara was nursing her own cup of tea. “Why don’t you go talk to her? If you can make it ten minutes without blushing then I’ll admit I was wrong and take your next bathroom cleaning assignment. What do you say?”

Well, honestly, who could turn down a chance to get out of latrine duty?

“You’ve got a deal,” Elena replied with conviction, slapping her hand against the other scout’s outstretched one. As she pushed her chair away from the table and stood up, however, Elena could feel her heart beating faster than before. ’Calm down,’ the girl told herself as she crossed the room to where Sara was seated alone at her table. ’What’s the worst that could happen?’

“Hello,” Elena said in a surprising even voice when she finally reached her destination. Thh redhead could smell the dark, soothing notes of the other girl’s tea. “Do you mind if I sit with you, ma’am?”

Choose a Theme Song for the User Above

Choose a Theme Song for the User Above

Choose a Theme Song for the User Above

Attack On Titan: Angel of Humanity { Angel & Dollie }

---

---

It had been a long month since the battle for Trost and since that time the Survey Corps had switched bases to an old castle so that Hange could perform her experiments with Eren Yeagar away from prying eyes. This meant that all members were on cleaning duty to get the castle back up to Captain Levi's standards and after a full day of dusting and scrubbing floors on her hands and knees, Elena could say with the upmost confidence that she was exhausted.

"My knees are killing me," the redhead grumbled to herself, rubbing her hand gingerly over the offending sore spot. A few of her fellow scouts winced in sympathy, showing of their own 'war wounds'. One girl, a Sasha Braus, had a bright red hand print across her cheek from when she was tidying the kitchen and the cook caught her trying to sneak an extra ear of corn. Elena laughed, her voice lost in the din of the mess hall as everyone chatted or scarfed down their dinner. Elena was nursing a cup of chai tea while flipping through the pages of an agriculture book, her attention divided between skimming through it and half listening to her comrades.