Post by beatrix on Mar 20, 2012 18:42:08 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
General Beatrix of Alexandria
Race
Human
Age:
28
Gender:
Female
Profession:
General of the Alexandrian Army
HP:
150
MP:
50
Gil Amount:
100
Class
Knight (+1 CA)
Species Skill
Quick Learner (10% discount to CA and magic upgrades)
Organisation:
Alexandrian Army
Alignment
Lawful Good
Home Continent:
Mist Continent (Alexandria)
Personality:
Appearance:
Equipment:
Save the Queen
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
--
Experience
--
History:
RP sample:
Name:
General Beatrix of Alexandria
Race
Human
Age:
28
Gender:
Female
Profession:
General of the Alexandrian Army
HP:
150
MP:
50
Gil Amount:
100
Class
Knight (+1 CA)
Species Skill
Quick Learner (10% discount to CA and magic upgrades)
Organisation:
Alexandrian Army
Alignment
Lawful Good
Home Continent:
Mist Continent (Alexandria)
Personality:
Eternally devoted and noble, Beatrix of Alexandria is somebody who would never betray her allies. She holds honour and courage above everything else, despising cowards and traitors with a deep-rooted hatred. Those she considers amongst her friends and cohorts, she will protect with her life if needed.
Life is very much black and white as far as good and evil are concerned for Beatrix. There is no in between, no grey area – you are one or the other. Rather ironic considering that she herself is a soldier who would kill without a thought if ordered.
Beatrix is a soldier at heart, and will obey any orders she is given by her liege, even if she admits in her heart that she knows they are morally wrong. She hates to fail in any aspect of her life, hence her long-term ‘friendly’ rivalry with Captain Adelbert Steiner, leader of the Pluto Knights. She has a lot of respect from the other soldiers for her prowess as a fighter and leader – she is the General after all. It is said that she once slew one hundred men single handedly whilst defending her motherland and that she has only been bested in single combat once.
Beatrix is very sure of her abilities as a swordswoman, and can be seen as overly proud because of this, although she can back up her confidence fully – her strength and beauty have lead her to be admired by most Alexandrians and feared by most enemies as a hero. Despite all of this, she has been brought up well and is extremely well mannered, soft spoken even to her enemies before she fights them. She also appears to have some religious belief, although any details are unknown.
Because of recent events, Beatrix guards her charges and her lieges with an almost obsessive edge. She also finds it far more difficult to trust strangers and is a little more hostile towards them. She protects those younger than her with the nearest to a maternal instinct as she is likely to have, guarding them like a tigress with her cubs.
Beatrix, in any situation, is highly reliable and determined with an unbreakable will. She is someone who you can turn to in a bad situation and she is not afraid to make tough decisions. She also has a good sense of judgement when it comes to people and is able to read into most with a high degree of accuracy. When it comes to speaking and acting, the word to describe Beatrix would be direct – she rarely dallies about, preferring to go straight into what needs to be done.
Appearance:
Beatrix stands at approximately five feet and four inches tall, and weighs in the region of one hundred and thirty pounds. Most of this is tight muscle and sinew, developed from years of training and fierce battles – and her skin still holds memoirs of many of these fights. She is crisscrossed with scars all over her body; most notable are her right hand (when uncovered) and her right eye. Though normally concealed with a thick strip of white silk, Beatrix’s eye has been completely removed and the lid is permanently closed over the socket.
Though she is muscular, for a woman, she retains her curves, which gives her an athletic, lean appearance. Her hair is a smooth chestnut brown, and her remaining eye is light blue in colour. Where her skin is unblemished, it is smooth and creamy.
She wears the traditional armour of the Alexandrian Army, with a few small touches that show her status as General. Most of the armour is coloured gold and gunmetal silver. A thick brown belt holds Save the Queen against her hip, but most notable is the white and red sleeveless coat. It has a high collar, and it secures her modesty as most of her fellow soldiers’ outfits do not, and the back is decorated with red roses.
Equipment:
Save the Queen
The sword passed down through the generals of Alexandria, Beatrix's blade is still as beautiful as it was when it was first crafted. It is a symbol of Alexandria's strength in battle, as well as her beauty. The hilt is made of gold, and is intricately decorated. The blade is silvery steel, with red detail along the middle to give it extra colour. It is deceptively light, which makes it perfect for quick, strong strikes.
The way that Beatrix uses the blade makes her seem as though she was born for it. She was presented with it on the day she turned General, which coincided with her twenty-fourth birthday - it remains the happiest day of her life. +10HP Damage.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
- Vigilance;;
Since the beginning of her life as a soldier, Beatrix has honed her senses to a point where she is constantly alert for any signs of trouble, even if this is a subconscious awareness rather than one she uses with effort. She has seen too many good people felled by simple ignorance or obliviousness, and is resolute that she will not be caught out. As a result, she gains first strike in any ambush in which the enemies are a lower level than Beatrix herself. Passive ability. - Last Chance;;
Pushed constantly to its limit during fights and battles, Beatrix’s body has learned well. Though it is a rare occurrence, if her health falls below ten percent of its maximum capacity, she will tap into her energy reserves and this, combined with the natural adrenaline rush of a fight, will restore 20 health. This ability cannot be used more than once per fight (as her reserves are not unlimited). An attack that drops her from above 10% health to zero in one strike renders this ability null; it will not rouse her from unconsciousness or revive her.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
- Thunder;;
A bolt of thunder magic, summoned from the heavens themselves. Deals weak lightning damage at range.
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
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Experience
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History:
Beatrix was born and raised in Alexandria, the offspring of a decorated captain of the army and the curator of an art gallery. It was an unlikely partnership, but a loving one. The gender roles were surprisingly reversed; in her childhood, she always found her father to be the softer one, and her mother to be the one who pushed and drilled her. She did well in her studies, and enlisted into the army at the age of twelve (the standard age for cadets). She was offered a fast track to the officers’ training due to her mother’s connections, but declined, saying that she would rather earn that privilege than be given it due to her lucky birth.
She proved to be a prodigy; she never fumbled with the blade as her peers did, and took to fighting like a duck to water. Her logical mind proved an asset when she learned strategy and tactics, and by the age of sixteen, she had passed her aptitude test with flying colours, scoring one of the highest marks ever recorded.
She was often seen as hard nosed, and many of her comrades resented her for her attitude towards her career. Despite this, she ranked quickly, partaking in many skirmishes and small battles. The fighting hardened her heart further; she witnessed her friends and allies fall down beside her, often dying in the most grotesque of ways.
Around the same time as her graduation, she met Adelbert Steiner, and formed a friendship with him. They became staunch supporters of one another, sparring and spending their off duty time together. That is, until he completely destroyed her in a one-on-one duel. She had never been so humiliated, and to make matters worse, her superior officer was watching the fight. She lost out on a promotion and became intensely resentful towards the man who had once been her best friend – their friendship turned into a rivalry, and this would later become something she regretted. If only she had not been so petty and immature about her defeat, they might still be close.
After this, Beatrix threw herself into becoming even better, and became a startlingly good soldier. She was soon promoted to General of the Alexandrian army, a league above Steiner, now captain of the foolhardy Knights of Pluto. She also became the Queen’s personal bodyguard, protecting both Queen Brahne and the young Princess Garnet with steadfast loyalty. Her parents were stupendously proud of her.
Shortly after her twenty-sixth birthday, she was involved in a skirmish that almost ended her career – and her life. A wrong-footed manoeuvre placed her in a difficult position, and an enemy commander skewered her right arm from shoulder to wrist in an attack that pierced her eye. The pain was intense, like nothing she had ever felt. Her adrenaline was enough to keep her upright, but the battle was over in minutes (the enemy routed), and she blacked out from blood loss and agony.
When she came to, she was in the barracks’ healing area. She was informed her eye had been removed because of the damage, and they feared that, even with the copious restoration, her right arm would now be useless.
She was resolute. This would not beat her, not when she had only just attained her goal of leading the army. She practised for months, slowly regaining strength in the damaged musculature of the limb and learning how to compensate for the blindness on her right hand side. It took her months of recuperating, but she eventually regained her former excellence.
It was not long until the next worry turned up. For some time, Beatrix had realised that Brahne was not herself, and had been slowly changing – visually and personally – but had not thought it an issue to be raised. She was still ruling the country with a strong hand, and she was not one to question her superiors without serious cause. Then Kuja turned up with his black mage puppets and everything changed.
Beatrix does not trust the interloper, but she will not speak out against him. She feels as though there is nobody she can turn to, and so she forces herself to stay silent – though it grows harder with each passing day.
RP sample:
The wind whispered across the dusky sky, and near her, the trees hissed back. Perhaps they were telling secrets, the wind and the trees, for they were so very quiet. Quieter than normal. No birdsong, no sounds of wildlife. Just silence, and the never-ending half-light of the sun where it hit the ground.
General Beatrix of Alexandria was alert at once, sensing the change in the air as soon as it happened. She couldn’t hear the small fiend in the bushes anymore – the crunching sound as it ground bones between its jaws, swallowing the fragments with relish. She had checked the area as soon as she had arrived – the little monster was just some sort of Fang. She hadn’t the heart to kill it.
Quietly, she had wondered if she was losing her touch; the old Beatrix would have never let the fiend live. But then recent events had changed her as they had changed everybody.
At the silence, she forced herself to concentrate on all of her senses. She could feel the gritty earth under her boots. She could taste the bitterness of the sparse meal she had had that afternoon (she never ate well when she was on patrol). The scent of rotten meat and sweaty fur hung in the air like a mist, almost visible. She could see the dull greys and sandy browns of her surroundings.
And there – something moving.
The trees shook just in front of her, and Beatrix moved a hand to her beloved sword, Save the Queen. She unsheathed it, letting it glide out of the protective case and into her hands. The hilt felt familiar, made her feel stronger.
But she had to stay calm. It could be friend or foe. It would be reckless to leap into action without being sure.
A tremendous roar and the monster that followed it made her realise exactly what she was up against. Huge claws rending the trees in half, a massive maw howling defiance to the skies and two gold eyes, flashing and darting madly.
Beatrix backed away as all her natural instincts goaded her to flee. It was a Behemoth King, a creature that even groups of seasoned adventurers feared. And she wasn’t a group of seasoned adventurers. She was just one woman with a sword.
She swallowed hard, knowing that she should have welcomed Steiner’s offer to go with her on patrol. She had denied him, ignoring the almost-hurt look on his face. But now, she regretted her actions – Steiner was a worthy swordsman, especially when that Excalibur II sword was in his hands.
The Behemoth King roared again, jerking her from her thoughts and forcing her to roll to one side as a taloned claw came down right where her head had been.
