Eleonara woke up in the very early morning, several hours before sunrise, as was her habit in the summertime. She didn’t much care for the heat and enjoyed the times of the day she could naturally enjoy the relative coolness, such as late evenings, nights and early mornings. Her roommate Kim was still sleeping soundly on a hammock above her, snoring softly, her usual cuteness somewhat ruined by the saliva steadily dripping from the side of her mouth and way she scrunched her nose as if she were disgusted by something. Possibly she was just dreaming. Ceasing the observation of her unfortunately very straight female flatmate, Leona shucked off her thin long sleeping shirt and put on a jogging outfit, stashing her weapons in the pockets-refitted-into-holsters; their usual place. She had very few trousers without those pockets and whenever she wore one of those (or a skirt), she still had several belts she could use for her precious offensive gear. Being armed in Korven, after all, wasn’t something one would get a second glance for.
So outfitted, she went for a jog, sunlight still nowhere in sight, though the sky was steadily getting less dark. Eleonara ran, following a twisting route from her flat, which was smack in the middle of the Kings’ territory and also fairly central as far as the whole of Korven was considered, and to the studio which she owned bordering on Eden, not strictly (officially) part of her gang’s territory, but often used for their business anyway. Along the way, she had the privilege of observing all those other people, who already had to get ready for their day, though unlike her, most of them wallowed in some degree of misery. Leona cherished the sight, smug to feel so good when this many others didn’t. So what if that made her kind of a bitch? Those other people just needed to learn to take pleasure into their own hands, however they could. Really, they should take her as an example.
Pleased from the hour-long exercise, she arrived at her studio, stretched, then took a shower and put on some spare clothes. Having a personal water source for bathing was a luxury she enjoyed; the flat she had in the center had a communal one she was forced to endure occasionally. And the fun that could be had from observing other naked bodies (those well-shaped ones, at least) was outweighed by the feeling of filthiness sharing a resource with so many others invariable caused. Besides the additional space, this studio also had the perk of somewhat cleaner air, always a nice addition, though something she could just as easily do without. At the end of the day, she was a true born and bred Korvenite, well used to the sanction’s various quirks. She spent the next few hours managing her finances, checking her existing investments, exchanging some stocks etc.. After that dull but productive chunk of time, she took a motorbike, which she had Robert take to the studio the previous night, and drove back to her flat in Korven, saw Kim was gone already, and went to one of the Kings’ bars/clubs on her own.
Ineraz woke approximately two hours after the sun had risen, feeling well rested. Knowing this day was the start of the tournament his body was in high spirits, his mind as clear as the purest of crystals, his blood feeling the anticipation in the way it did before a hunt. Ineraz put on his armour and took a minute to admire himself in the mirror; if he couldn’t appreciate himself, who else would? Since his hair would get in the way otherwise (it reached almost to the half of his back), he tied it in a tight bun at the nape of his neck. Now, all he was missing was a helmet, always a tricky piece for a Drakkan.
First, he took a long and thin piece of leather to wrap around his head and horns’ bases, which would not only serve as cushioning but would also stabilize the headgear. Ineraz felt that his horns were especially annoying; his right one was longer and thinner and had an awkward shorter offshoot to the back, which made it look as if he had three horns. His left horn on the other hand, was somewhat shorter but much denser, strangely but thankfully balancing the right one. When he was done with the leather piece, he put on the helmet, which was welded together from several metal places in such a way to provide a space for his horns. It also had a tough letter buckle to secure it under his chin. In Ineraz’s opinion, it made him look slightly sillier, but it was a vital piece of protection nonetheless.
He still had a few hours until he would have to make his way to the Pits, so after belting his sword and dagger, Ineraz went to one of the estate’s training rooms to have a very light preparation session. He thoroughly stretched his muscles, then engaged in several brief practice fights involving imaginary opponents – first barehanded, then adding his weapons, and finally his elements as well. He moved fluidly through various maneuvers, slashing, stabbing, blocking, evading, kicking, punching, elbowing, incorporating air and water attacks – there was indeed a nearby source of water in the training room, and there hopefully would be one in the pits as well – against various enemies his mind construed to spice up the otherwise solitary activity. Ineraz finished off with a series of stretches again, feeling content now he had worked up a light sweat. And he still had an hour or two to rest and get to the tournament in peak condition.
When it was nearing noon, he finally made his way to the pits, excited but attempting and mostly succeeding to appear collected. The streets were crowded with Drakken, and Ineraz found the density rather uncomfortable, but ignored the feeling. There was a Gem here and there; most likely those were the brides who’ve survived from previous years. There would also be some Gem pleasure slaves for those bride-earners not participating in the tournament, but Ineraz saw no reason to forsake a good match for a shared commodity, when he would be soon getting a bride or two all for himself. Moving with the throng, he soon came to the Pits and entered the part where all the contestants gathered, surrounded by heated sweaty bodies much as he was before. But at least every Drakkan here was someone who could become his opponent, and that made their nearness easier to bear. The well-known female noble, the first prince’s daughter, gave a short but captivating speech, and Ineraz let the slow thrum of excitement build in him.
Ineraz goes to the pits, as prepared for the tournament as he can be.
Yssil looked enquiringly at the arrivals and was about to introduce himself, when Aerta did so in his stead. So, he stayed where he was, and decided to just listen for now, if they would let him. It seemed that there could be quite a story and naturally, he was curious to learn of it.
Nicknames/Alias: “Leona” by friendly acquaintances
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Ethnicity: Caucasian
State: Canada, Winnipeg
Appearance Details: Eleonara is just above average height for a female and is deceptively lithe for how tough and powerful her body can actually turn out to be. Despite how much she likes to look at jewelry and can appreciate flashy aesthetics on others, she prefers to wear unassuming sportswear; casual, easy to move in, and useful for both jogging and racing. The way Leona stands out with is colouring her hair a fiery red; her naturally light green eyes are also compelling. She will occasionally wear an expensive watch on her right wrist, and it seems to be a different one every time she decides to have one. Her trousers’ pockets are just the right size and style to easily fit her weapons and let her swiftly draw them out in need. She has several outfits for clubbing; tight leather trousers, various colourful shirts and form-fitting dresses. She will often wear, or at the very least carry with her, a pair of tough black leather gloves.
Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, Other: The Kings insignia (fully coloured) on her right shoulder. Small scars all over her body (notably: a long thin diagonal line across her belly, a horizontal slash on her right outer thigh, several small cuts on her left forearm). A belly piercing and two simple (silver square) studs in each ear lobe.
Brand Tattoo Placement: Left wrist
Assets and Bank Account: - Stored (in bank): 384,715$ and 29,633$ in gold, gems and similar. - Anything between 20$ to 500$ on her person and/or in her flat (in a hidden, old-fashioned but sturdy safe)
- Has access to a Kings’ secure garage, which contains several vehicles
Gang Affiliation: The Kings!
Occupation:Manager, (professional) racer
Sanction: Korven
Favourite Season: Spring. There’s always something to look forward to in a new year!
Personality:
+Pragmatic: I do so love chaos. But some things just aren’t practical.
+Intelligent: Just because I’m above average on brawn, doesn’t make my brain mediocre. Underestimate me all you want; it only works to my own advantage.
+Possessive: What is yours is mine, what is mine is mine alone. Advantageous for acquiring (and maintaining) assets. And you better believe I take care of what I own.
+Attractive: Besides looking good, I have a knack for finding like-minded people and convincing on the reluctant ones.
-Unscrupulous: If I were a “spread love not hate” type, however could I do what I do? Admittedly, it makes some things a bit harder (inspiring true loyalty, for one).
-Thrill-seeking: I don’t often do drugs; I prefer the natural high obtained from various dangerous activities. One of the key ingredients for a premature death, but what would life be without some fun?
-Non-emphatic: I generally don’t really care for others, even if I understand where they’re coming from. Every single person can be replaced with someone else, even I.
-Envious: If I can’t have it, others shouldn’t either.
On the surface, Eleonara is a simply fun-loving and charming girl, easy to be around and to befriend. She seems to be laid-back and without much of a care for worldly affairs, good to have around for any group gathering or other social activities. Leona has exactly the level of likeability which draws a certain kind of people in and hooks them long enough to make exit rather difficult (usually resulting in death or a mysterious disappearing). Since early childhood, she has always strived to learn whatever was beneficial for her, not just to get by but to thrive in the cut-throat world she found herself in. There are very rare people that Leona lets close enough to what would be considered a real friendship, because she realizes her world-view isn’t a common on. She sees others as tools; but not only that – she also views her own mind and body as a tool to be kept safe and sharpened to use in the pursuit of whatever desires or goals she strives after. People are her plaything, and so is her own life. Though the idea of death doesn’t bother her per se, she has developed enough caution to do her best to stubbornly stay alive as long as she can, even if only to present a thorn in other people’s sides.
+Likes: Violence, Being rich, Knives, Treasure (jewelry, gold, gems and anything shiny and glittering and valuable), Chocolate, Alcohol, Sex
-Dislikes: Rich people, The Unseen, Stuck-ups, Weakness, Lecturing (moral superiority BS), Being forced to obey
Hobbies and Interests: Street racing, Fighting, Collecting (whatever happens to strike my fancy), Art (Personally, I dabble in photography and digital art)
Small Biography: Eleonara was born into an average family in Korven; she was the only child her parents could afford and the three of them shared living space with some other inhabitants. Her parents did all they could to scrape by, both honest and dishonest work, legal and illegal activities. Her father mostly engaged in physically demanding work, her mother made ties with drug dealers, smugglers and other low-tier gangs for easy profit with high risks. Leona still remembers when her parents once asked her what she wanted for her birthday, and she said she wanted to go to school. Enrolling her with their financial situation wasn’t the easiest, but once she got in, she stayed in; she strived for high achievements and so got a stipend, which partly covered the costs, on her own merit.
Her mother managed to get the whole family (and even their co-residents) entangled with The Kings, first by getting pregnant with one of their members while working a job in one of their clubs, and secondly by falling into a loan-shark scheme (she was convinced to do so by the same male who impregnated her). And even if the Osbornes benefited short-term with the amount of money she borrowed, The Kings got very persistent about getting their and in a few years demanded final recompense. Since they couldn’t get the money, they demanded the most precious thing Simone could offer in return – her daughter. Both Gene and Simone Osborne pleaded with them to take Aidan, the bastard spawn, instead, but in the end they just took both children and caused plenty of material damage to their residence as well.
Eleonara and her half-brother Aidan were still young and adapted easily enough. Leona managed to stay in the public-school system, while Aidan was taught by whomever saw fit to deal with him. They were both trained in various criminal activities and the siblings strived, spurned on both by competing with each other and by a shared desire to survive at all cost. At 16, Leona finally made some profits that she could keep and she dedicated half a year to learning the basics of business, then started making small investments, which she increased during the following years based on her experience; this habit would eventually get her to a respectable amount of money in a few years.
When Leona was 19 and Aidan 14, they were both tasked to prove their loyalty to the Kings. This involved killing and stealing from every of their past acquaintances (excluding gang members and allies), which meant acting against their parents, former co-residents, some neighbours and in Leona’s case, some of her former classmates. Eleonara didn’t mind the assignment on its own, but the fact that she was still treated as a mere pawn galled her. Either way, the siblings accomplished their work and were finally recognized as official, important members of The Kings (each receiving a tattoo). So their life continued, though they rarely saw each other after this one shared duty they had had. Eleonara became seriously involved in street racing and was lauded as a prodigy within the year, winning soon and often. She also stayed involved in other crime activities, slowly but surely amassing her personal wealth and climbing up the ranks of the gang.
Eleonara was 25 when her half-brother died in a truly idiotic event. He got involved in a fight drugged out of his mind and died. Even before, Leona hadn’t often indulged in drugs, but after that stayed almost completely clean through sheer obstinacy and unwillingness for her life to be controlled by the same thing which did her sibling in. In the following years, Leona became one of the top female King members, engaging less and less in street racing and more and more in investments (mostly for personal profit, though a percentage went into the gang’s finances), recruitment of new Kings members, and taking part in whichever criminal activities she found most fun at the moment.
Yssil nodded at Aerta’s explanation “All right. I understand.” He stiffened at her touch, even though it was gentle, and turned his head to watch her warily. “He said so. I understand, because my mother is much the same. But this is still very awkward,” he said tensely, not wanting to outright refuse her, especially because she already seemed self-conscious about her mothering tendencies, but not exactly comfortable with it either. Although Yssil had to admit, Aerta was very skilled at what she did, as he felt his muscles loosening despite himself.
@MissCapnCrunch Polished the sheet. It was mainly just some minor edits (adding pics, hopefully fixing the typos and such, changed some bio details). As for the Kings' leader position...I'm too ambivalent about it to take it up for now.
Nicknames/Alias: “Leona” by friendly acquaintances
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Ethnicity: Caucasian
State: Canada, Winnipeg
Appearance Details: Eleonara is just above average height for a female and is deceptively lithe for how tough and powerful her body can actually turn out to be. Despite how much she likes to look at jewelry and can appreciate flashy aesthetics on others, she prefers to wear unassuming sportswear; casual, easy to move in, and useful for both jogging and racing. The way Leona stands out with is colouring her hair a fiery red; her naturally light green eyes are also compelling. She will occasionally wear an expensive watch on her right wrist, and it seems to be a different one every time she decides to have one. Her trousers’ pockets are just the right size and style to easily fit her weapons and let her swiftly draw them out in need. She has several outfits for clubbing; tight leather trousers, various colourful shirts and form-fitting dresses. She will often wear, or at the very least carry with her, a pair of tough black leather gloves.
Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, Other: The Kings insignia (fully coloured) on her right shoulder. Small scars all over her body (notably: a long thin diagonal line across her belly, a horizontal slash on her right outer thigh, several small cuts on her left forearm). A belly piercing and two simple (silver square) studs in each ear lobe.
Brand Tattoo Placement: Left wrist
Assets and Bank Account: - Stored (in bank): 384,715$ and 29,633$ in gold, gems and similar. - Anything between 20$ to 500$ on her person and/or in her flat (in a hidden, old-fashioned but sturdy safe)
- Has access to a Kings’ secure garage, which contains several vehicles
Gang Affiliation: The Kings!
Occupation:Manager, (professional) racer
Sanction: Korven
Favourite Season: Spring. There’s always something to look forward to in a new year!
Personality:
+Pragmatic: I do so love chaos. But some things just aren’t practical.
+Intelligent: Just because I’m above average on brawn, doesn’t make my brain mediocre. Underestimate me all you want; it only works to my own advantage.
+Possessive: What is yours is mine, what is mine is mine alone. Advantageous for acquiring (and maintaining) assets. And you better believe I take care of what I own.
+Attractive: Besides looking good, I have a knack for finding like-minded people and convincing on the reluctant ones.
-Unscrupulous: If I were a “spread love not hate” type, however could I do what I do? Admittedly, it makes some things a bit harder (inspiring true loyalty, for one).
-Thrill-seeking: I don’t often do drugs; I prefer the natural high obtained from various dangerous activities. One of the key ingredients for a premature death, but what would life be without some fun?
-Non-emphatic: I generally don’t really care for others, even if I understand where they’re coming from. Every single person can be replaced with someone else, even I.
-Envious: If I can’t have it, others shouldn’t either.
On the surface, Eleonara is a simply fun-loving and charming girl, easy to be around and to befriend. She seems to be laid-back and without much of a care for worldly affairs, good to have around for any group gathering or other social activities. Leona has exactly the level of likeability which draws a certain kind of people in and hooks them long enough to make exit rather difficult (usually resulting in death or a mysterious disappearing). Since early childhood, she has always strived to learn whatever was beneficial for her, not just to get by but to thrive in the cut-throat world she found herself in. There are very rare people that Leona lets close enough to what would be considered a real friendship, because she realizes her world-view isn’t a common on. She sees others as tools; but not only that – she also views her own mind and body as a tool to be kept safe and sharpened to use in the pursuit of whatever desires or goals she strives after. People are her plaything, and so is her own life. Though the idea of death doesn’t bother her per se, she has developed enough caution to do her best to stubbornly stay alive as long as she can, even if only to present a thorn in other people’s sides.
+Likes: Violence, Being rich, Knives, Treasure (jewelry, gold, gems and anything shiny and glittering and valuable), Chocolate, Alcohol, Sex
-Dislikes: Rich people, The Unseen, Stuck-ups, Weakness, Lecturing (moral superiority BS), Being forced to obey
Hobbies and Interests: Street racing, Fighting, Collecting (whatever happens to strike my fancy), Art (Personally, I dabble in photography and digital art)
Small Biography: Eleonara was born into an average family in Korven; she was the only child her parents could afford and the three of them shared living space with some other inhabitants. Her parents did all they could to scrape by, both honest and dishonest work, legal and illegal activities. Her father mostly engaged in physically demanding work, her mother made ties with drug dealers, smugglers and other low-tier gangs for easy profit with high risks. Leona still remembers when her parents once asked her what she wanted for her birthday, and she said she wanted to go to school. Enrolling her with their financial situation wasn’t the easiest, but once she got in, she stayed in; she strived for high achievements and so got a stipend, which partly covered the costs, on her own merit.
Her mother managed to get the whole family (and even their co-residents) entangled with The Kings, first by getting pregnant with one of their members while working a job in one of their clubs, and secondly by falling into a loan-shark scheme (she was convinced to do so by the same male who impregnated her). And even if the Osbornes benefited short-term with the amount of money she borrowed, The Kings got very persistent about getting their and in a few years demanded final recompense. Since they couldn’t get the money, they demanded the most precious thing Simone could offer in return – her daughter. Both Gene and Simone Osborne pleaded with them to take Aidan, the bastard spawn, instead, but in the end they just took both children and caused plenty of material damage to their residence as well.
Eleonara and her half-brother Aidan were still young and adapted easily enough. Leona managed to stay in the public-school system, while Aidan was taught by whomever saw fit to deal with him. They were both trained in various criminal activities and the siblings strived, spurned on both by competing with each other and by a shared desire to survive at all cost. At 16, Leona finally made some profits that she could keep and she dedicated half a year to learning the basics of business, then started making small investments, which she increased during the following years based on her experience; this habit would eventually get her to a respectable amount of money in a few years.
When Leona was 19 and Aidan 14, they were both tasked to prove their loyalty to the Kings. This involved killing and stealing from every of their past acquaintances (excluding gang members and allies), which meant acting against their parents, former co-residents, some neighbours and in Leona’s case, some of her former classmates. Eleonara didn’t mind the assignment on its own, but the fact that she was still treated as a mere pawn galled her. Either way, the siblings accomplished their work and were finally recognized as official, important members of The Kings (each receiving a tattoo). So their life continued, though they rarely saw each other after this one shared duty they had had. Eleonara became seriously involved in street racing and was lauded as a prodigy within the year, winning soon and often. She also stayed involved in other crime activities, slowly but surely amassing her personal wealth and climbing up the ranks of the gang.
Eleonara was 25 when her half-brother died in a truly idiotic event. He got involved in a fight drugged out of his mind and died. Even before, Leona hadn’t often indulged in drugs, but after that stayed almost completely clean through sheer obstinacy and unwillingness for her life to be controlled by the same thing which did her sibling in. In the following years, Leona became one of the top female King members, engaging less and less in street racing and more and more in investments (mostly for personal profit, though a percentage went into the gang’s finances), recruitment of new Kings members, and taking part in whichever criminal activities she found most fun at the moment.
Family Members:
Father: Gene Osborne – Deceased
Mother: Simone Osborne – Deceased
Half-brother: Aidan Osborne – Deceased
Relationships:
Roommate and fellow Kings member: Kim Sibley
Friend with benefits, co-worker: Robert Van Exel
I had thought of making her the Kings' leader, but that seems like too much work, so now she's just a (high-in-rank) member, I think. And there are still edits to make, I'm pretty sure, but otherwise the above is what I had in mind.
Oh, I just assumed that the majority of (limb) hacking occurred in Lisden and not many important/valuable people would actually be there. But it's a different thing if the stealing of identity happens first and then shipping the remains (dead or alive) off to Lisden.
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