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Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Posted, yay! I tried to weave everyone (so far) in one post, not sure I pulled it off all that well. *Shrug*

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Like the abrupt transition of winter to spring, Bosfyrd had transformed from a once peaceful town to just another cautionary tail of what awaited the last remaining free cities not yet under Harold’s thumb. Streets once filled with laughter, excited stories and hushed rumors accompanied with friendly smiles, were now almost void of life. The townsfolk, nowadays, seemed to keep to themselves as much as they could. They couldn’t be blamed though, no one knew who could be listening and with pockets of guards patrolling the streets no one wanted to chance the risk. Lysandra spied the street below from her little room on the second floor of the Scuffed Boots. It didn’t offered the best of views with dust and grime encrusted into the window from years of being unwashed, but nevertheless it was the best she had while being cooped up in the tavern. Two days prior, Brand’s adoptive daughter had reached Bosfyrd and with the help of Dunstan’s oldest daughter and good friend of hers, Emma, was able to acquire sanctuary. Her original plan had been to sneak into Brand’s estate and confirm the news of his demise herself, but she hadn’t counted on the estate being under heavily scrutinizing surveillance. Not being able to enter the estate but also not giving up on trying to find answers of what had become of her father, Lysandra had no choice but to fall back and think of a new plan. There weren’t many folks she could trust in the town and those that did recognized her offered little more than what she already knew. Luck would just have it that she did ran into Meena in the market place the day before and was told that word had been sent some time ago to her brother, Quinn. With the news, Lysandra didn’t have a shadow of a doubt that not only Quinn, but also other members of Brand’s lot would be in-tow back to town – all she needed to do was wait patiently and remain inconspicuous while in Bosfyrd, something she was all to well at. From her window she watched as a wagon slowly came to halt in front of the tavern and its two occupants set about unloading some of the kegs of mead and other substances to replenish the Scuffed Boots wares. She couldn’t quite make out whom the two men were or if she even recognized them but it didn’t matter much, she needed to finish getting dressed for her role as a simple and unsuspecting tavern wench. With one final look outside, Lysandra turned her attention to her bed where a few choice knives were laid out along with her rope darts. She would conceal the knives on her person and the rope darts, attached to her wrists, would be hidden under her sleeves of her simple brown dress. The rest of her equipment was tucked away inside the straw of the bed for safekeeping. These days one could never be too careful.Because of her red hair, Lysandra needed to wear a wimple around her head to keep unwanted eyes away and be less distinguishable from all the other females in town. The old stairs just outside her door creaked and moaned in protest announcing the sound of approching company, shortly after there was a soft knock on her door. Making sure the last of her hair was neatly concealed; Lysandra proceeded to answer the door. Emma quickly slipped into the room before the door had even been open wide enough, a small smile stretching her thin lips. “What is it?” Lysandra whispered glancing out the hallway and down the stairs to make sure no one had followed the female before closing the door. “Masef…he is here. I recognized him almost immediately.” She breathed excitedly. Lysandra took a moment to consider the implications; the youngest of Brand’s brood was here. “Are you certain?” “Yes.” She whispered back, “I handed him a drink myself. Go downstairs and see if you do not believe me.” If Masef was here that meant that others must be close by also. She hadn’t seen her youngest brother in a few years, not since he had left the estate. Matter of fact, she hadn’t seen any of her siblings since they all parted their own ways. Despite not being the youngest, Lysandra had been the last one to leave Brand’s side some three years ago on her way to make a life in the capitol and had the bitter sweet pleasure of wishing the others good fortune on their trips and endeavors. Emma was right though, she did need to go downstairs and confirm it was truly her sibling. “Count to twenty after I’ve left before returning downstairs.” Lysandra instructed her friend before slipping out of the room and making her way to the tavern floor. The room was only half full as she took note of everyone’s faces and made her way to the bar proper. She didn’t spot Masef right away but instead caught sight of another of her siblings, Sigur. It was hard to miss the distinct pigment of his skin and coarse appearance as he walked over to a table nestled in the back corner housing the one and only Masef, himself. She was delighted to see not one but two of her siblings had made it back to Bosfyrd and they both seemed in very good health. The smallest hint of a smile tickled the corners of her lips, hardly noticeable to any stray eyes that might have been looking her way at the time. She wanted nothing more than to run over and embrace her brothers in a warm and tight embrace, but that would not only be impractical but could but their very lives at risk. For now it was just enough to know that they were alive and more importantly they were here, even if the reason for their reunion was the death of the one man that had brought them all together. Hiding her smile from prying eyes, Lysandra quietly disappeared into the back kitchen.

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Like Hexaflexagon said, it's the character's personality that matters. We could all be archers and still be different in some way...then again, all being archers would be rather boring but you know what I mean.

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

...I was going for a rogue-like ranger, but apparently someone else had the same idea as I did.

@Dylan

Oops... :3

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

Lysandra

Name: Lysandra Age: 24 Gender: Female Species: Human Physical Description:

Lysandra is of average height and weight for a female. Standing around 5’6 – 5’7 and weighing somewhere around 120ish. She is petite by some, with a lean but toned physique akin to a woman who is no stranger to rigorous physical work. Long auburn blonde hair accents perfectly against the backsplash of her fair skin and light freckles across her face. Her facial features are soft in nature giving her an almost child-like innocence with big hazel eyes, but it is something not to be fooled by. Although not visible, Lysandra hides various scars; most are small and far in between from scuffles and battles. The most prominent of all is a small thin line on the right side of her abdomen, just above the waist, a living reminder of the time her guard was laxed and was stabbed.

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Skillset:

Being one of the few privileged orphans to have trained under Brand of the Nightwood, Lyssandra is anything but innocent. Aside from having an in-depth understanding of forestry - all that it entitles and survival skills, Lysandra is a skilled and deadly hand-to-hand combatant. Although not terribly strong she relies on her speed, agility, and grappling fighting style to quickly take out a target(s) in a quick and quiet manner. From a young age Brand molded her entire training around these set of skills and although it is a more dangerous and fast paced style of fighting she has truly made it her own. While being more adept to short ranged weapons such as daggers and throwing knives, Lysandra can at the very least hold her own when it comes to sword fighting. Again, she does lack the physical strength to go head-on against many opponents, which forces her to find other and more creative ways to win. However, her preferred and most favored weapons are her twin rope daggers wrapped around her wrist and poised to strike at a flick of her arm. Lysandra has a certain taste for a degree of flare when it comes to fighting. Knowing how to fight is without a doubt a useful and a most needed skill but Lysandra has also honed other skills. The woman has a silver tongue like no other, slithering her way out of more than a few troublesome situations. She isn’t afraid to use her beauty as a weapon or to get the upper hand either.

History:

Lysandra was born to the exotic prostitute named Rose due to her uncanny red hair, which no doubtedly was an excellent feature to have in her profession. Having a child as a lady of the night was detrimental for business, but the pregnancy was already to far for it to be terminated and with no choice Rose had to suffer through nine long months. Raising a child in a brothel was out of the question and truly feeling no love for the babe, it was easy to give the baby girl up to the first church she came across. She was handed down to an elderly woman named Galantra, who became known as her ‘church mother’ and named the child Noemi. Noemi remained with the church for five years where she was taught the basics of how to write and read; and was being groomed to be a lady of religion. Galantra always believed that because Noemi had been born from a prostitute that in her sinful nature she would naturally try to follow in her mother’s footsteps and believed that daily severe reprimanding would deter the young girl from doing so. But it only made the poor little girl grow cold and hateful of the elderly woman. Noemi would spend her free time staring out the door and fantasizing what it would be like to be one of the rich and wealthy women that walked by the church. To wear fancy dresses made of exotic materials and to have Prince Charming open doors for her. She dreamed of being their daughter and getting to wear miniature version of the fancy dresses and getting to play with dolls, but sadly it was all just wishful dreams. The truth of her reality was to be doomed to slaving away under Galantra’s tutelage and spending the rest of her life chained to the church. Till luck or misfortune, depends on who you ask, came crashing through the city as a squadron of King Harold’s army. Subsequently, Galantra was killed during the initial hostile take over, the church was closed and Noemi found herself in the streets with no mother to speak off and no roof over her head at five years of age. She slipped out of the city with a group of refugees, who helped her by disguising her as a boy, and for the better half of the year she spent it on the road, drifting from one village to the next. Noemi quickly had to adept to her new lifestyle learning how to steal and not get caught to merely survive each night. And so life went on - a day became a month and a month became two as the group traveled further and further north. On the third month of the gypsy life, disaster struck again this time in the guise of bandits. In the commotion and mayhem Noemi got separated from the group and was caught by the bandits along with a few others, they reckoned they could make a shiny coin or two if they sold the boy to some slavers. That same night, however, luck was on her side when her captors were ambushed. It was on that eventful, and rather frightening, night that little Noemi met her rescuer, Brand. With nowhere to call home and no one to call family, the ranger became her new guardian. Noemi finally had a place to call her own, a man to call ‘father’ for all terms and purposes, and a group of orphans to call family. Her years were spent not only training but also studying and helping with chores and anything else that needed to be done around the estate. On her thirteen birthday Noemi decided that she no longer wanted to be called as such. That name belonged to another girl from another life and so she began to demand that everyone called her Lysandra, erasing Noemi from history almost entirely. But Noemi would never truly die; her dream of being a wealthy woman was now Lysandra’s dream. And so at the age of nineteen the young woman set her ambitious eyes on the capitol, on all the wealthy lonely gentlemen that had fat purses ripped for the taking. During her time in the city she took on a different alias and met an assassin for hire named Dorian; he was neither lonely nor wealthy, but the two’s ambitious nature and dangerous lifestyle attracted one another like months to a flame. The two of them schemed and cheated the wealthy out of their shiny coins amassing a growing fortune. Even though, Brand’s teaching were at Lysandra’s core values so she always gave and helped the less fortunate- it didn’t mean, however, she too couldn’t enjoy the spoils of her work. A year later fancy dresses, handmaids ready at her every call, a wealthy house in the upper class ring of the city and a line of suitors from her door all the way down the street. The name Olivia Reed quickly became a well known-name like her father’s and some of her orphan sibling, but for entirely different reasons. While Dorian remain a shadow in the background enjoying the spoils and doing the shady work. The two had a secret affair behind closed door and Lysandra dared to hope it was love. Of course she was mistaken. The wealthy and rich finally caught on to Olivia’s little ploy and when the law came crashing through the door, Dorian betrayed her with a knife in her midsection and disappeared into the night with his share of the fortuned they had amassed. Heart-broken and wounded Lysandra was able to escape the capital and the guards. Her alias was compromised, the name Olivia Reed forever slandered in the book of history and she would need to go into hiding while she came up with a new name. But at least she had a sack filled to the brim with money, who said hiding couldn’t be a luxurious endeavor… Six months later Lysandra caught wind of the news. The only person that had ever truly accepted her and taken her in as his own was dead.

Psychological Profile:

Lysandra has always dreamed of being part of high society and wealthy individuals, to live the luxurious life – what girl born of nothing doesn’t dream of that. However, the real Lysandra is something altogether different. She hides behind the sarcasm and fake smiles, her ambitions and fantasy dreams, she is the girl that never was able to escape that church. She is Noemi, the girl behind the woman. The girl that only wants to belong to a family, that wants to feel wanted. And she found that under Brand and the orphans. They are the only ones that have seen and know the real her and that’s why they all hold a dear place in her heart and she would fight and protect them with her life. Despite her ambitious nature for wealth, she has never forgotten what Brand taught her and she holds those values and teachings sacred. Lysandra is whoever you want her to be at the time. She's moldable, adaptable. Skilled and deadly at times but also loving and understanding with those that she allows to be close enough with (a very small few).

Equipment: (I’m assuming this is just battle equipment)

• Twin rope darts: Her primary weapon, a pair of small knives attached to thin reinforced ropes. The ropes are attached to a pair of bracers.

Roped Darts

• Two daggers for close quarter fighting. • An array of throwing knives. • A belt containing several pouches holding more knives or other small weapons that may come useful.

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

If there is still room for one more, I would love to join this little merry group of ass-kicking, bubble gum chewing individuals. :)

Blood Debt: Medieval/Fantasy Vengeance

If there is still room for one more, I would love to join this little merry group of ass-kicking, bubble gum chewing individuals. :)

Obsidian

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Just lurking. Seeing how things are progressing…

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Apologies for the double post. -_-

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Obsidian

Hello everyone! Just dropping by to say I'll be withdrawing my application to participate in this role play…simply too busy at this time. Hope everyone has a blast playing.