Karlene Blackcloud
Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2016 9:20 am
Karlene Blackcloud by Chris1234
Female Dhampir Mage/Cleric/Thief (1/1/1), LN
Black leathers, government operative
XP: 0/0/0 (2,500/1,500,1,250 TNL) +10% xp to each class for high stats
Stats: Str 17 (+1 to hit/+1 dam, OD 50%, BBLG 13%), Dex 17 (Rea/Att +2, Def -3), Con 16 (+2HP, SS 95%, RS 96%), Int 18 (85% Learn Spell, 18 Max, +7L), Wis 16 (+2 Mag.Def), Cha 11
AL: LN
Language(s): spoken: common, elvish, dwarven read: common
bonus NWP: *Etiquette
secondary skill: artiste (music instrument: harpsichord)
Background
You were born in the royal palace of Corealis, the young queen was impressed by your parents and loved them since she herself had no parents of her own.
Due to your naturally stealthy and sharp eyed wit, you soon became a courtesan and intrigued on behalf of the throne, delivering sealed messeges that were too high risk to be dispatched by falcons. Your handler is a Nyriddian named Myrrack. Never having met or known anything of Nyriddians and their ilk, you soon discover they are dastardly cunning, capable fighters decisively tougher, resolute, and opinionated than Nyrian southerners.
Myrrack is a man who is naturally handsome and cheeky, but noncholant and carefree. Strong as an ox, perhaps stronger than an ox. He is capable to easily take on ten men at a time which he clearly demonstrates in the training yards and the keep training rooms time and time again. As though this were nothing to him but mere drills. Opponents who look even more shredded and terrible were nothing to the Nyriddian.
He stood only at 6'1, dark brown hair, smooth shaven face, had zero body fat and only a corded feline physique, cat-green eyes and strangely white teeth that seemed more like pearls than teeth of men.
Myrrack summons you one day and bades you to have a seat. He says 'No more deliveries of secret messages for you, girl' he wiped his mouth and said 'on the morrow, you go to the Boarshead Inn. A mage has called a secret meeting therein, you go and find what this is all about." he paused to reflect then continues 'find out what he has to offer, go along with any given plan if it soundeth good. Mage is from Ghis, queen likey Ghis people, even if they are weak and stupid. She wonders what he is up to, that is where you come in. Use some of those big brains of yours to find out. Myrrack only loves fighting, sometimes eating and fucking but mostly fighting. All of this trickery and intrigue brings Myrrack no glory or girlies, no food or funs. Do not bungle this, no blunders. I give you orders not from myself from her highness who expects no less than your very best. If you're drinking, you're drinking with the queen. If you're fucking, fuck like you're fucking the queen with my huge cock, and if you're killing you're killing the queens enemies, but you kill them beautifully like art. The queen doesn't need stupid agents, and in this game the players who survive are the ones who know when to obey, and when to defy"
Myrrack pats your romp playfully with the flat of his sheathed sword 'this, and this' he points out your bussom 'are weapons, use them. Look you now, your hair, your style...you stand out like soar thumbs. Try not be noticeable. You work for queen now, not two bit thieves guild. If I need you kill, you kill. If I need you fuck, you fuck. If I need you steal, you steal, and if Myrrack needs Karlene to go kill herself she should asks in what fashion. But Myrrack not do, not yet. Do not give him any reason to. Be good, Myrrack counting on you"
Female Dhampir Mage/Cleric/Thief (1/1/1), LN
Black leathers, government operative
XP: 0/0/0 (2,500/1,500,1,250 TNL) +10% xp to each class for high stats
Stats: Str 17 (+1 to hit/+1 dam, OD 50%, BBLG 13%), Dex 17 (Rea/Att +2, Def -3), Con 16 (+2HP, SS 95%, RS 96%), Int 18 (85% Learn Spell, 18 Max, +7L), Wis 16 (+2 Mag.Def), Cha 11
AL: LN
Language(s): spoken: common, elvish, dwarven read: common
bonus NWP: *Etiquette
secondary skill: artiste (music instrument: harpsichord)
Background
You were born in the royal palace of Corealis, the young queen was impressed by your parents and loved them since she herself had no parents of her own.
Due to your naturally stealthy and sharp eyed wit, you soon became a courtesan and intrigued on behalf of the throne, delivering sealed messeges that were too high risk to be dispatched by falcons. Your handler is a Nyriddian named Myrrack. Never having met or known anything of Nyriddians and their ilk, you soon discover they are dastardly cunning, capable fighters decisively tougher, resolute, and opinionated than Nyrian southerners.
Myrrack is a man who is naturally handsome and cheeky, but noncholant and carefree. Strong as an ox, perhaps stronger than an ox. He is capable to easily take on ten men at a time which he clearly demonstrates in the training yards and the keep training rooms time and time again. As though this were nothing to him but mere drills. Opponents who look even more shredded and terrible were nothing to the Nyriddian.
He stood only at 6'1, dark brown hair, smooth shaven face, had zero body fat and only a corded feline physique, cat-green eyes and strangely white teeth that seemed more like pearls than teeth of men.
Myrrack summons you one day and bades you to have a seat. He says 'No more deliveries of secret messages for you, girl' he wiped his mouth and said 'on the morrow, you go to the Boarshead Inn. A mage has called a secret meeting therein, you go and find what this is all about." he paused to reflect then continues 'find out what he has to offer, go along with any given plan if it soundeth good. Mage is from Ghis, queen likey Ghis people, even if they are weak and stupid. She wonders what he is up to, that is where you come in. Use some of those big brains of yours to find out. Myrrack only loves fighting, sometimes eating and fucking but mostly fighting. All of this trickery and intrigue brings Myrrack no glory or girlies, no food or funs. Do not bungle this, no blunders. I give you orders not from myself from her highness who expects no less than your very best. If you're drinking, you're drinking with the queen. If you're fucking, fuck like you're fucking the queen with my huge cock, and if you're killing you're killing the queens enemies, but you kill them beautifully like art. The queen doesn't need stupid agents, and in this game the players who survive are the ones who know when to obey, and when to defy"
Myrrack pats your romp playfully with the flat of his sheathed sword 'this, and this' he points out your bussom 'are weapons, use them. Look you now, your hair, your style...you stand out like soar thumbs. Try not be noticeable. You work for queen now, not two bit thieves guild. If I need you kill, you kill. If I need you fuck, you fuck. If I need you steal, you steal, and if Myrrack needs Karlene to go kill herself she should asks in what fashion. But Myrrack not do, not yet. Do not give him any reason to. Be good, Myrrack counting on you"