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Amelia
Aug 5, 2011 22:04:31 GMT -5
Post by Amelia on Aug 5, 2011 22:04:31 GMT -5
Name: Amelia Gender: Female Age: 19 Species: Human Alliance: Phostire
Position: Assassin
Appearance:
Amelia, a tall brunette standing at a little less than 6 feet, tall is like a delicate rose. Her very long and richly colored hair frames her face and fair skin quite nicely, extenuating her ice blue eyes. Her smooth facial features go along quite nicely with her body, and with a perfect little hourglass figure she can seduce any man that crosses her path. She walks smoothly and with grace, and is rippled with muscles, toned but not bulky. If you are ever able to see it, a long snake like scar curves down her back; a reminder to never loose focus on a mission, and she also has several longs scars down her neck, right shoulder and right arm, believed by some to be the claw marks of a dragon. She looks wiser than her age, and is usually seen wearing a blood red full length dress that is very show-off to her figure.
Personality:
Amelia has a twisted persona. This sweet rose has some pretty serious thorns. She always has an illegal poisonous dagger with her in which she has slaughtered hundreds with. Killing is a game to her. The stomping feet of marching solders is a drug, evoking happiness upon her, and the warmth of fresh crimson blood beneath her fingers makes her shiver in pleasure. She talks business and is always loyal to Phostire, no matter what. She is power hungry but loyal, and anyone in her way will be crushed, no matter who you are. Also, she has a bit of a temper, so watch what you say.
However, The one way of getting her is with emotion. You can control almost every part of this power hungry flower with love, but be warned, heartbreak tears her apart, and it won't be her that comes after you, it will be the King of Phostire.
History:
Oh, what a complicated and confusing history this lady has. On the annual meeting of the kings, where the leaders of the three kingdoms come together to meet and discuss affairs, Amelia was conceived. You see, the Queen of Enrotium favored the King of Phostire at the time, and the King himself didn't loathe her too awfully bad. Among all of the talk of news, the two managed to sneak off together and before you know it Amelia was on the way. But it wasn't as simple as that. The two hadn't quite sunk off unnoticed. You see, the King of Phostire's royal adviser saw the two run off together, and when word of the Queen bearing a child became vocal he knew that it wasn't the King of Enrotiums, even though the Queen and King of Phostire hadn't been too intimate.
As a result the King of Phostire merely shook off the child as his, and his adviser kept a steady watch of the Queen. Once Amelia was born, he managed to steal the child and bring her back to Phostire. Due to the fact she was the result of a cheating spouse and nasty affair, the royal adviser decided it was best if he and his wife raised the child, which explains her connections to the King today and with the Military. Once she was of age she began to train with the recruited solders, even though they were all male, and she took up the happy career as an assassin. Her earnings then allowed her to buy an illegal poisonous dagger, which she keeps sheathed in the folds of her elegant dress.
Amelia has yet to find out that her father passed on a very powerful gift to his unknown daughter . . . the gift to controll dragons.
Sample RP:
The rhythmic patterns of organized foot fall made a malicious smile pull across the 19 year old brunette's face. It was like a highly addictive drug, and for a split second she allowed her eye lids to close, taking in the surrounding music of boots hitting the Earth. Amelia stood, over looking the army side by side with the King and his chief Military adviser. They were fairly new recruits, but had built their muscles and been trained in a surprisingly short amount of time. Their uniforms were a handsome design and made of strong materials, making them look clean cut and intimidating.
The Kings expression was mixed, but she could see pleasure. They had been trained very well in her opinion, and the once young boys had now been transformed into killing machines. She examined all of their faces, each containing a stone look as if they were already dead. She loved solders. They were so . . . clean cut? No, but it was something about them she always liked.
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