Post by Neamhain on Feb 19, 2012 22:21:53 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
Neamhain Bastet
Race
Native [Miqo'te]
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Profession:
Traveler
Level 1
HP:
150
MP:
50
Gil Amount:
0
Class
Knight
Species Skill
Natural Adaptation
Organisation:
N/A
Alignment
Neutral
Home Continent:
Veldt [Eorzea]
Personality:
The best words to describe Neamhain, which is ironic due to her namesake, are “meek”, “humble”, “shy”, and “naïve”. She is not known for being aggressive, unless someone abuses on her tail in which case she becomes… “irritable”, and when approached with violence she will not often put up a fight but rather try to talk her way out of it. This makes her a prime target for manipulation, easily letting people take advantage of her. She is far from stupid. In fact, she is very knowledgeable especially when it comes down to the psychology of other races. However her trusting and shy nature makes it almost impossible for her to see the worst of anyone.
Appearance:
Equipment:
Blaze Edge
Not Obtained
5 Damage Ranged/10 [+10] Damage Melee
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
Two for the Show: [MP Cost: 10]
Neamhain can fire her gunblade twice in the same attack.
Razor Edge: Passive
Casual training honed Neam’s skills with the gunblade, allowing for +10 Melee Damage.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
Haste
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
N/A
Experience
[Leave as blank]
History:
Neamhain, or Neam as she prefers to be called, has led a pretty uneventful life. She had no one driving her to a nomadic lifestyle, her parents were not brutally murdered in cold blood, but she always had liked to wander. Her parents loved her and they helped bring along her education. The mind was a topic in which she excelled, and she began pointing out psychological as well as sociological patterns around her, trying to impress her parents. After a while, she announced that she was going to roam, and then she left the following morning.
Neam soon discovered that people were different. Sure, the psychological patterns were still there, but the people outside of her own little alcove were… strange. She became withdrawn, but she continued to wander, enjoying the sights that Gaia had to offer.
RP sample:
She yelped in surprise as the man bumped into her, sending the feline toppling back unto her behind. Her brown eyes widened and she immediately spoke as the man glowered down at her.
“I’m sorry,” she stammered. “That was my fault. I should have been watching where I was going. Are you alright, sir?” She slowly rose to her feet with a groan, her ears trying to hide themselves under her hair.
The man stared at her with an unreadable expression, and Neam began to feel nervous.
“I-if there’s nothing I can do for you…” she turned to leave. She gave a violent jump and almost lost her balance again. She felt a hand begin to pull at the hem of her skirt and she turned back to the man, shocked. He held a stupid grin on his face as he took a step towards quivering Cat.
Run run run run.
And run she did. She turned and tried to dash away, to fade into the woodwork and disappear. She had taken two steps in her flight when a searing pain went up her spine as she fell forward, landing on her outstretched hand. He had her by the tail. Her tail. Her Gaia-damned TAIL.
She kicked back, breaking the man’s grip on her furred appendage, and jumped to her feet, reaching into her leather satchel and pulling out the gunblade.
“Alright…” she growled, her words coming out as a venomous hiss as she turned to face her assailant. “Alright, you sadist waste of fecal matter. Alright. Alright. Alright.” She aimed and unloaded a round into the leg of the man. His face contorted in a scream, and he fell into a heap on the road. “Alright, dropping of society. If you ever… EVER touch my tail again…” with a flick of her wrist, the blade flipped open. It’s curve gleamed with a sinister light as it waved menacingly close to the man’s exposed back. “Touch my tail again… Please.”
And with that, she turned on her heel and walked swiftly away, leaving the man bleeding in the street.
Good riddance.
Name:
Neamhain Bastet
Race
Native [Miqo'te]
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Profession:
Traveler
Level 1
HP:
150
MP:
50
Gil Amount:
0
Class
Knight
Species Skill
Natural Adaptation
Organisation:
N/A
Alignment
Neutral
Home Continent:
Veldt [Eorzea]
Personality:
The best words to describe Neamhain, which is ironic due to her namesake, are “meek”, “humble”, “shy”, and “naïve”. She is not known for being aggressive, unless someone abuses on her tail in which case she becomes… “irritable”, and when approached with violence she will not often put up a fight but rather try to talk her way out of it. This makes her a prime target for manipulation, easily letting people take advantage of her. She is far from stupid. In fact, she is very knowledgeable especially when it comes down to the psychology of other races. However her trusting and shy nature makes it almost impossible for her to see the worst of anyone.
Appearance:
Equipment:
Blaze Edge
Not Obtained
5 Damage Ranged/10 [+10] Damage Melee
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
Two for the Show: [MP Cost: 10]
Neamhain can fire her gunblade twice in the same attack.
Razor Edge: Passive
Casual training honed Neam’s skills with the gunblade, allowing for +10 Melee Damage.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
Haste
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
N/A
Experience
[Leave as blank]
History:
Neamhain, or Neam as she prefers to be called, has led a pretty uneventful life. She had no one driving her to a nomadic lifestyle, her parents were not brutally murdered in cold blood, but she always had liked to wander. Her parents loved her and they helped bring along her education. The mind was a topic in which she excelled, and she began pointing out psychological as well as sociological patterns around her, trying to impress her parents. After a while, she announced that she was going to roam, and then she left the following morning.
Neam soon discovered that people were different. Sure, the psychological patterns were still there, but the people outside of her own little alcove were… strange. She became withdrawn, but she continued to wander, enjoying the sights that Gaia had to offer.
RP sample:
She yelped in surprise as the man bumped into her, sending the feline toppling back unto her behind. Her brown eyes widened and she immediately spoke as the man glowered down at her.
“I’m sorry,” she stammered. “That was my fault. I should have been watching where I was going. Are you alright, sir?” She slowly rose to her feet with a groan, her ears trying to hide themselves under her hair.
The man stared at her with an unreadable expression, and Neam began to feel nervous.
“I-if there’s nothing I can do for you…” she turned to leave. She gave a violent jump and almost lost her balance again. She felt a hand begin to pull at the hem of her skirt and she turned back to the man, shocked. He held a stupid grin on his face as he took a step towards quivering Cat.
Run run run run.
And run she did. She turned and tried to dash away, to fade into the woodwork and disappear. She had taken two steps in her flight when a searing pain went up her spine as she fell forward, landing on her outstretched hand. He had her by the tail. Her tail. Her Gaia-damned TAIL.
She kicked back, breaking the man’s grip on her furred appendage, and jumped to her feet, reaching into her leather satchel and pulling out the gunblade.
“Alright…” she growled, her words coming out as a venomous hiss as she turned to face her assailant. “Alright, you sadist waste of fecal matter. Alright. Alright. Alright.” She aimed and unloaded a round into the leg of the man. His face contorted in a scream, and he fell into a heap on the road. “Alright, dropping of society. If you ever… EVER touch my tail again…” with a flick of her wrist, the blade flipped open. It’s curve gleamed with a sinister light as it waved menacingly close to the man’s exposed back. “Touch my tail again… Please.”
And with that, she turned on her heel and walked swiftly away, leaving the man bleeding in the street.
Good riddance.
