Post by Renor Seriso on Aug 17, 2009 19:05:28 GMT -5
Name:
Renor Seriso
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Race:
Cambion (Human/Incubus)
Alignment:
Neutral Bad
Birthday:
Height:
5'0"
Weight:
100 lbs.
Description:
Personality:
Renor is not exactly evil, but she does lean toward the bad side. She would be more likely to spit on you, than tell you to 'have a nice day.' She runs her own small black market business. Although she is small in stature, she can hold her own in a fight. She is only friendly to those who are dealing business with her, but if she is double cross, the punishment, dealt out by her, is death.
Weapon:
Staff, Body, Hand-sized dagger/knife hidden on her person
History:
She does not know that her father was not truly her father. Her mother had been seduced and then raped by an Incubus, but only her mother and who she believed to be her father knew of it and never told another soul.
As a child, her parents ran the entire black market. When she became older, her parents sent out a bad shipment and were arrested on charges they did not exactly agree with. Her parents' partner tried to get them out of jail, but only ended up getting them all killed. Renor layed low for a while until she was old enough to start again, but did not get as involved as her parents had. She is not above selling anything (except her body), for monetary gain.
Other
Carries a backpack when dealing in the black market.
Element:
Dark/Ice
Abilities:
When Renor gets particularly agitated, her eyes glow a bright, icy blue and her staff does as well. When she walks, starburst patterns in ice can be seen following her staff. She doesn't understand her powers enough to know what she can and cannot do, but she blacks out when they are used and doesn't remember anything. Her staff is her conduit for magic and her abilities vary.
RP Sample:
Renor walked through the swamp to her designated meeting place. She smiled as she saw her intended victim, also known as the man she was selling to. She played with him for a moment, making noises all around him. She could not be seen, so it was easy to mess with him. The swamp itself made seeing difficult and many people were known to disappear. Will-o-wisps were everywhere, playing with people's minds as well. Finally, she decided to make her appearance.
The man jumped upon seeing her. He slumped forward in relief, not realizing that this woman could easily slaughter him if she choose, all with her staff. She kept a small dagger, no bigger than the palm of her hand, hidden, but it was too sloppy, too messy. A bump on the head was usually not noticed. She smiled and nodded to him.
"Do you have the money? I cannot sell you anything without proper insurance. The man nodded and pulled a wad of cash from his pocket. She took it in the blink of an eye, making him shake with fright. She shook her head. Pitiful. This man, overpaying her, for one, would probably jump and have a heart attack by his own shadow.
"Alright. Listen. I am going to give you this bag. I assure you all is in order. Do not open it. Keep it closed until you get back to your home. The authorities would have a pitchfit if they knew what you were carrying. If you are caught, there is nothing linking you back to me. If you say my name, I will here of it, and I will kill you; in prison, or not." She smiled, her eyes glowing bright, icy blue. If he hadn't been scared of her before, he was now.
She backed away from him slowly, then disappeared into the swamp. She watched and followed him until he made it back into the city. When he went the way he was going, she turned and went where she needed to be.
Renor Seriso
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Race:
Cambion (Human/Incubus)
Alignment:
Neutral Bad
Birthday:
Height:
5'0"
Weight:
100 lbs.
Description:
Personality:
Renor is not exactly evil, but she does lean toward the bad side. She would be more likely to spit on you, than tell you to 'have a nice day.' She runs her own small black market business. Although she is small in stature, she can hold her own in a fight. She is only friendly to those who are dealing business with her, but if she is double cross, the punishment, dealt out by her, is death.
Weapon:
Staff, Body, Hand-sized dagger/knife hidden on her person
History:
She does not know that her father was not truly her father. Her mother had been seduced and then raped by an Incubus, but only her mother and who she believed to be her father knew of it and never told another soul.
As a child, her parents ran the entire black market. When she became older, her parents sent out a bad shipment and were arrested on charges they did not exactly agree with. Her parents' partner tried to get them out of jail, but only ended up getting them all killed. Renor layed low for a while until she was old enough to start again, but did not get as involved as her parents had. She is not above selling anything (except her body), for monetary gain.
Other
Carries a backpack when dealing in the black market.
Element:
Dark/Ice
Abilities:
When Renor gets particularly agitated, her eyes glow a bright, icy blue and her staff does as well. When she walks, starburst patterns in ice can be seen following her staff. She doesn't understand her powers enough to know what she can and cannot do, but she blacks out when they are used and doesn't remember anything. Her staff is her conduit for magic and her abilities vary.
RP Sample:
Renor walked through the swamp to her designated meeting place. She smiled as she saw her intended victim, also known as the man she was selling to. She played with him for a moment, making noises all around him. She could not be seen, so it was easy to mess with him. The swamp itself made seeing difficult and many people were known to disappear. Will-o-wisps were everywhere, playing with people's minds as well. Finally, she decided to make her appearance.
The man jumped upon seeing her. He slumped forward in relief, not realizing that this woman could easily slaughter him if she choose, all with her staff. She kept a small dagger, no bigger than the palm of her hand, hidden, but it was too sloppy, too messy. A bump on the head was usually not noticed. She smiled and nodded to him.
"Do you have the money? I cannot sell you anything without proper insurance. The man nodded and pulled a wad of cash from his pocket. She took it in the blink of an eye, making him shake with fright. She shook her head. Pitiful. This man, overpaying her, for one, would probably jump and have a heart attack by his own shadow.
"Alright. Listen. I am going to give you this bag. I assure you all is in order. Do not open it. Keep it closed until you get back to your home. The authorities would have a pitchfit if they knew what you were carrying. If you are caught, there is nothing linking you back to me. If you say my name, I will here of it, and I will kill you; in prison, or not." She smiled, her eyes glowing bright, icy blue. If he hadn't been scared of her before, he was now.
She backed away from him slowly, then disappeared into the swamp. She watched and followed him until he made it back into the city. When he went the way he was going, she turned and went where she needed to be.
