Post by xx.Jocelyn on Nov 8, 2006 1:33:46 GMT -5
Name: Jocelyn Bourne.
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Status: Warrior - she really has no status.
Affiliation: Fealty to the Monarchy
Appearance: Jocelyn is a beautiful, long haired young woman. The colour of her hair is deep black, with lighter brown tips at the end. She's a neat hight, possibly between five and six feet. Her fingers are delicate and long, a result of many years of archery. She's very beautiful, but has a scar across her left leg that she sustained while practice fighting a rogue knight. Her eyes match the tips of her hair - a light brown with flecks of ochre in the iris. He face in general is dainty, yet you can see the strength she holds within by a simple glance. You can see muscles when she tenses, but manages to hide them, no ones entirely sure why.
Personality: With deep dark past, Jocelyn hides her life well. Exceptionally strong in the heart, and obsessed with her pride, Jocelyn has always been clever. She can find the pin point in conversation, and even turn your arguement against you. Many men desire her, and in return, Jocelyn desires them. But she is afraid of commitment you see, and will always be secretive. Although Jocelyn is a brave, frightful and fierce warrior, she will always have a dainty side. When she can, she will come her hair until it shines, and put on one of her very few pretty gowns. But most of the time, she wears her leather armour, across her chest and baggy trousers that she stole from a knight when she was younger. She has only recently discovered her magic
Strengths: Jocelyn is an excellent archer, and a very good swordsman. She is better at archery than swordfighting, but excells in both. She is very good at concealing herself, as she does with her magic. Also, singing is one of her talents...
Weaknesses: Jocelyn is terrible at making conversation and being respectful. She often thinks she is better than others, but from past experiences, she has learnt not to think so. She can also be quite frightful at times.
Magic: Jocelyn has a power of healing others to some extent, with her hand to their forehead.
Weaponary Skills: As said in strengths, she is an excellent archer and swordsfighter.
Character History: Born in a clan of warriors, Jocelyn was taught to defend herself at a very young age, and has since proved her well. Assisted with the help of a young rogue knight, Ballian, Jocelyn became as fearful and fierce as her Hun father. Her father was the reason Jocelyn conceals herself. Abusive and cruel, he often sent her days without food, to "strengthen" her, but it only made Jocelyn sick. He hit her, and punished her in vile ways. He did this until the point that she couldn't stand it anymore. So one night while her father slept by the campfire of their camp, she hid behind some foliage and aimed her bow and arrow at his skull. It was a dead hit, and with the help of her friend Ballian, she escaped the camp with her brown horse, Jackal. She spent a lot of tiem with Ballian, until one tragic day when he died with an arrow to the chest. Jocelyn has never wanted to love again since then, but sometimes she cannot help herself.
Sample RP: (this is from a different website by me.)
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Status: Warrior - she really has no status.
Affiliation: Fealty to the Monarchy
Appearance: Jocelyn is a beautiful, long haired young woman. The colour of her hair is deep black, with lighter brown tips at the end. She's a neat hight, possibly between five and six feet. Her fingers are delicate and long, a result of many years of archery. She's very beautiful, but has a scar across her left leg that she sustained while practice fighting a rogue knight. Her eyes match the tips of her hair - a light brown with flecks of ochre in the iris. He face in general is dainty, yet you can see the strength she holds within by a simple glance. You can see muscles when she tenses, but manages to hide them, no ones entirely sure why.
Personality: With deep dark past, Jocelyn hides her life well. Exceptionally strong in the heart, and obsessed with her pride, Jocelyn has always been clever. She can find the pin point in conversation, and even turn your arguement against you. Many men desire her, and in return, Jocelyn desires them. But she is afraid of commitment you see, and will always be secretive. Although Jocelyn is a brave, frightful and fierce warrior, she will always have a dainty side. When she can, she will come her hair until it shines, and put on one of her very few pretty gowns. But most of the time, she wears her leather armour, across her chest and baggy trousers that she stole from a knight when she was younger. She has only recently discovered her magic
Strengths: Jocelyn is an excellent archer, and a very good swordsman. She is better at archery than swordfighting, but excells in both. She is very good at concealing herself, as she does with her magic. Also, singing is one of her talents...
Weaknesses: Jocelyn is terrible at making conversation and being respectful. She often thinks she is better than others, but from past experiences, she has learnt not to think so. She can also be quite frightful at times.
Magic: Jocelyn has a power of healing others to some extent, with her hand to their forehead.
Weaponary Skills: As said in strengths, she is an excellent archer and swordsfighter.
Character History: Born in a clan of warriors, Jocelyn was taught to defend herself at a very young age, and has since proved her well. Assisted with the help of a young rogue knight, Ballian, Jocelyn became as fearful and fierce as her Hun father. Her father was the reason Jocelyn conceals herself. Abusive and cruel, he often sent her days without food, to "strengthen" her, but it only made Jocelyn sick. He hit her, and punished her in vile ways. He did this until the point that she couldn't stand it anymore. So one night while her father slept by the campfire of their camp, she hid behind some foliage and aimed her bow and arrow at his skull. It was a dead hit, and with the help of her friend Ballian, she escaped the camp with her brown horse, Jackal. She spent a lot of tiem with Ballian, until one tragic day when he died with an arrow to the chest. Jocelyn has never wanted to love again since then, but sometimes she cannot help herself.
Sample RP: (this is from a different website by me.)
The close air of bracken forest wrapped around her like the cotton shawl she was given today. It's mist was fed through by the Mist Plains nearby, and Jocelyn would not be surprised if the mist had disappeared from Mist Plains altogether. Mysterious sounds and eerie noises sent shivers down Jocelyn's spine, but the archer showed no fear. Her mind was beant on other things, her attention dwelling on something far more important... A month ago, Jocelyn and Kent had talked near the Crystal Lake, and Jocelyn had promised him a lifeless death hound. She had kept that promise so far, and now she would fulfill it. Bracken Forest was just dwelling with the filthy wretches, and surely they would be easy to slay. Already Jocelyn had heard their blood curdling howl twice, so she knew they were nearby. If she could, Jocelyn would give Kent two. Maybe more, but for now, two would fill the satisfaction. Jocelyn kept telling herself this was part of a promise, and had nothing to do with pride. Yet, pride had a lot to do with it. To Jocelyn, Kent was the kind of man that you never felt entirely comfortable around, didn't really like, yet there was agreat need to impress him. Jocelyn didn't understand it, but it was true, as was the promise.
Soon, Jocelyn reached a thicker part of the woods. Darkness crept on either side of them, misty fingers reaching out to grab her clothes. Many said that Bracken Forest was haunted, but it was all a load of rubbish. It just had creatures in there, that one would probably not like to see. Halting her brave mount, Lunare, Jocelyn dismounted and tied the reins tightly around the saddle tie, so they would not fling about when Lunare ran. Runnng her fingers through Lunare's silvery mane, she smiled and took her bow and arrow, her sword and daggers from the saddle pouch and attatched them to a leatehr belt. The sword was place in a sort of sheath, and rested, ready to draw blood at her side. Stroking Lunare's delicate face, she drew in her scent. A place like this is no place for you, Lunare, despite how brave you are. Lunare snorted. I can't leave you here on your own Jocelyn. But Jocelyn pushed Lunare away. Don't worry Lunare, I know the way home. With a regretful look passing onto Jocelyn, the silver uniccorn turned on her heels and galloped away, out of Bracken Forest and back to the encampment, where Ballian would take care of her.
Ballian was a brave man. He wanted to come with Jocelyn to help capture the death hounds, to earn back some of Kent's respect. Luckily though, Jocelyn had convinced him that it was her battle - and it was. Drawing an arrow and lining it with her bow, she prepared for any surprise attacks. Now travelling on foot, running from a fight was simply not an option. If she was to survive on this quest, others would have to die. Jocelyn continued walking slowly and carefully, until her eyes adjusted to the dim light, which then she moved quicker. She was not sure of how to approach the death hound when she found it, but she was gaining on ambush. Her eyes squinted as a small clearing with no trees was seen up ahead. No light shone threw, apart from the campfire that had been set up. By the look of the tents, these people were Zaroff followers. It was ungaurded though, except for two death hounds tied to a post - fast asleep. A poor choice of gaurds in her opinion. Aiming her arrow at the closest, she peared through the foliage, and took a deep breathe. She counted to three, and realeased. The arrow cut through the thin air and penetrated the skull of the Death Hound. It stopped breathing and collapsed on it's side. WHipping out another arrow, she aimed it at the second, and the same result as before occured. To dead hounds, with two arrows potruding from their skull. Jumping forward through the foliage, she drew her sword and put her bow away. Slicing through the rope that held them, she dragged them away from the campsite, as quietly and as quickly as possible.
Jocelyn had made it to the less dense part of the woods, before she heard hoofbeats behind her. At first she expected it to be Lunare coming after her, but there were too many hoofbeats at one time. Turning, she saw them. Dressed in eragged clothes and riding short, scruffy horses, Jocelyn immediately recognised them as the Zaroff followers. Dropping the death hounds she whipped out to arrows and aimed them an angle apart, as the front two men approached, she released and each arrow penetrated their stomach. They fell off their horses in agony, and rolled away, dead. Two more men galloped up beside her, and one bashed her head with his fist. Screaming out in pain, she drew her sword and waited for him to approach her. The man jumped off his horse, and drawing his blade, he ran at her. Immediately, he sliced open the wound that she had sustained from Kent a while ago, before Jocelyn shoved her sword into his stomach. Another man approached her from behind. Hearing his footsteps, she swung her blade at his neck, executing him on the spot. Stopping, Jocelyn counted. Four dead.... but there were five. Suddenly, she felt a throbbing pain rising in her leg. Screaming, she looked down to see an arrow potuding from her calf muscle. Looking behind her, she saw a bald man with a crossbow. Pulling out her bow, she bent down, and cringing in pauin, she pulled the arrow from her leg, and aimed it at the man. Releasing, the arrow hit him - straight trough the nose. He fell down, dead. Calling out, she held her wounds, for a moment, and examined them. Then, retrieving all her used arrows, except for the extra one, she picked up the death hounds, and in a gross amount of pain, she walked home, dragging the hounds behind her.
Soon, Jocelyn reached a thicker part of the woods. Darkness crept on either side of them, misty fingers reaching out to grab her clothes. Many said that Bracken Forest was haunted, but it was all a load of rubbish. It just had creatures in there, that one would probably not like to see. Halting her brave mount, Lunare, Jocelyn dismounted and tied the reins tightly around the saddle tie, so they would not fling about when Lunare ran. Runnng her fingers through Lunare's silvery mane, she smiled and took her bow and arrow, her sword and daggers from the saddle pouch and attatched them to a leatehr belt. The sword was place in a sort of sheath, and rested, ready to draw blood at her side. Stroking Lunare's delicate face, she drew in her scent. A place like this is no place for you, Lunare, despite how brave you are. Lunare snorted. I can't leave you here on your own Jocelyn. But Jocelyn pushed Lunare away. Don't worry Lunare, I know the way home. With a regretful look passing onto Jocelyn, the silver uniccorn turned on her heels and galloped away, out of Bracken Forest and back to the encampment, where Ballian would take care of her.
Ballian was a brave man. He wanted to come with Jocelyn to help capture the death hounds, to earn back some of Kent's respect. Luckily though, Jocelyn had convinced him that it was her battle - and it was. Drawing an arrow and lining it with her bow, she prepared for any surprise attacks. Now travelling on foot, running from a fight was simply not an option. If she was to survive on this quest, others would have to die. Jocelyn continued walking slowly and carefully, until her eyes adjusted to the dim light, which then she moved quicker. She was not sure of how to approach the death hound when she found it, but she was gaining on ambush. Her eyes squinted as a small clearing with no trees was seen up ahead. No light shone threw, apart from the campfire that had been set up. By the look of the tents, these people were Zaroff followers. It was ungaurded though, except for two death hounds tied to a post - fast asleep. A poor choice of gaurds in her opinion. Aiming her arrow at the closest, she peared through the foliage, and took a deep breathe. She counted to three, and realeased. The arrow cut through the thin air and penetrated the skull of the Death Hound. It stopped breathing and collapsed on it's side. WHipping out another arrow, she aimed it at the second, and the same result as before occured. To dead hounds, with two arrows potruding from their skull. Jumping forward through the foliage, she drew her sword and put her bow away. Slicing through the rope that held them, she dragged them away from the campsite, as quietly and as quickly as possible.
Jocelyn had made it to the less dense part of the woods, before she heard hoofbeats behind her. At first she expected it to be Lunare coming after her, but there were too many hoofbeats at one time. Turning, she saw them. Dressed in eragged clothes and riding short, scruffy horses, Jocelyn immediately recognised them as the Zaroff followers. Dropping the death hounds she whipped out to arrows and aimed them an angle apart, as the front two men approached, she released and each arrow penetrated their stomach. They fell off their horses in agony, and rolled away, dead. Two more men galloped up beside her, and one bashed her head with his fist. Screaming out in pain, she drew her sword and waited for him to approach her. The man jumped off his horse, and drawing his blade, he ran at her. Immediately, he sliced open the wound that she had sustained from Kent a while ago, before Jocelyn shoved her sword into his stomach. Another man approached her from behind. Hearing his footsteps, she swung her blade at his neck, executing him on the spot. Stopping, Jocelyn counted. Four dead.... but there were five. Suddenly, she felt a throbbing pain rising in her leg. Screaming, she looked down to see an arrow potuding from her calf muscle. Looking behind her, she saw a bald man with a crossbow. Pulling out her bow, she bent down, and cringing in pauin, she pulled the arrow from her leg, and aimed it at the man. Releasing, the arrow hit him - straight trough the nose. He fell down, dead. Calling out, she held her wounds, for a moment, and examined them. Then, retrieving all her used arrows, except for the extra one, she picked up the death hounds, and in a gross amount of pain, she walked home, dragging the hounds behind her.
