Post by Steinerman on Feb 24, 2010 4:54:35 GMT -5
Name: Gillian Arvestus
Alias: Golden Lady, Lady Arvestus
Age:24
Gender: Female
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance:
Physical Appearance:
Gill is a striking woman,
black silky hair, slightly exotic, eyes recalling of almonds and smooth skin that isn’t pale and yet not swarthy,
beautiful, in point of fact.
She stands at five feet, six and three quarters of an inch with a weight of one hundred twenty-five pounds. Her figure is small and petite, befitting her heritage. Her eyes have a soft grey hue to them, her nose is small and pixie-like. Her mouth is small with full (but not fat) lips, a ready smile always upon them.
Her torso is, like the rest of her, delicately built. She is muscled, but lightly so, and it does not detract from her figure. Her arms are thin, her hands small with delicate fingers meant more for playing instruments than for battle. Her legs are more muscled than the rest of her, like those of a professional runner. Her feet are delicate, though her toes are at a somewhat awkward angle, the smaller toes slanting sideways ever-so-slightly towards the big toe of each foot.
Clothing:
As the head of one of the Holy Empire’s guilds, and as the child of a powerful family, Gillian wears some of the finest clothing available. Her usual attire consists of cloth boots with soles of hardened leather, these are a rich gold in color and extremely comfortable. Her stockings are gold silk, and stretch up to her knees.
Over those, reaching down past the boots to her ankles, are a pair of baggy silken trousers, also golden in color. A woven cloth belt (rich-blue with strands of royal purple entwined) made of the finest cloth available cinches these tight to her petite waist.
Her shirt is also made of silk, a dark gold matching the rest of her outfit. Twelve buttons stretch from collar to belt level, each made of carefully and beautifully carved wood, dyed dark blue. The sleeves are baggy and a few inches too long, with matching buttons (left unbuttoned) to secure the flowing cuffs that fall past her fingertips. This shirt is usually tucked into the trousers, but is occasionally left untucked when the air grows hot and stifling.
Wrapped around her dainty neck she wears a light golden scarf, small intricate designs of clashing swords can be seen embroidered along this lengthy silken accessory. Her only other apparel consists of a pair of rings, each blue in color, worn one to each hand.
When in combat, Gillian keeps her golden-theme of clothing, with a more militaristic feel.
Lightweight leather boots, black in color, and golden woolen socks protect her feet. Her legs are protected by close-fitting trousers, a titanium composite intricately woven into the reverse side of the golden material to offer some protection. Her torso is protected by a titanium Cuirass with a high back collar, dyed the rich gold that she takes as her symbolic color. This two-part device protects the entire torso. The two pieces are latched together at the shoulders with leather straps. Fitted to her form, it rests easily upon her hips, giving her free movement of arm.
Upon her arms she wears only wrist-guards of golden leather. Also matching leather gloves, tight and form-fitting. Her long flowing hair she keeps out of the way with a circlet made of real gold, which can clip to the collar of the Cuirass if need be.
She disdains wearing head protection, but recognizes the need for something, as bullets have become more prevalent, so has armored headgear. The armorer who crafted her cuirass and trousers also made an ornate helmet to match the outfit, this feather-light titanium cap with ear-protection fits snugly upon her head, and is secured there by a strap stretching from either side-guard. It has no frontal protection for the actual face, however, Gillian preferred to retain her field of vision.
Personality: Gillian was brought up in one of the high-ranking houses of Stamaria, as expected her personality is as refined as her beautiful figure. Charming, affectionate, personable, gentle, intelligent. All of these traits she has in great supply. Her tone rarely ever rises in anger, her eyes almost never cloud with fury, and her lips are only in the most trying times seen to form a frown.
She is well-learned, but not prideful. Seeing herself as her parents raised her, a servant of the people. She tries her best in everything to better the lives of the Empire’s citizenry. While she is all of that, and more besides. She is still a highborn woman brought up to lead.
Her grasp of military tactics, while not complete, is well-honed and she is considered a competent commander for the Order she heads. Politics is where she truly shines, however. Expertly weaving through the bureaucracy of the Empire to get things done in a timely fashion.
And yet, for all of this. She is sometimes insecure, despite her station. For she knows too well that the higher one is, the longer and more painful the fall. This insecurity brings about brief bouts of uncertainty, and can lead to her over thinking problems.
Also, as a highborn woman, she is unaccustomed to the sight of violence. any military maneuvers she took part in, she commanded from the rear. Only rarely seeing the true hell that is combat.
All of these traits combine to form an excellent public servant, (even if she does freeze at the sight of excessive blood) who has very little time for herself and constantly ends her days fretfully wondering if she’s done enough good for that day..
Possessions: While the possessions of such a well-bred and highborn lady such as Gillian are far too numerous to mention. Her most treasured one is mentioned here.
Silver locket: About her neck is an ornate silver locket, a small rectangle upon a sterling silver chain which clasps easily at the back. Inside the locket is a picture of a man some would call handsome, the opposite face of the locket has the word “Honor” inscribed upon it. The latch that clasps the locket is well-worn, as though the wearer often opens it to gaze upon the picture held within.
Rapier: This three-foot long blade is carried by Gill in all combat situations, riding at her hip in a plain sheath on her belt. It is made of Iron. A well-crafted, unadorned blade with a simple hilt and guard-piece.
Special Abilities: Silver tongued: Gillian is a master negotiator and skilled politician. Able to talk her way out of most situations with her gift for words and her non-threatening looks.
History: Gillian was born into House Arvestus, to proud parents Ayla and Martin Arvestus. For her first years, she grew up in the Arvestus mansion just outside of Minervum. Without knowing it, Gillian had been born into one of the more powerful families of the old Taron Magi, now part of the Holy Empire of Stamaria.
Gillian grew up as normally as one of her position could, in extreme comfort, her every whim catered too (By staff, her parents were almost always away on business). She frolicked with the other children of the Magi families, and in general led a pampered life.
All of that changed when she turned eight years of age and her parents whisked her off to their workplace, a massive guildhall with hundreds of people coming and going. Here she learned that her parents were the creators and leaders of this guild, they’d built it to be an order of good, they told their young daughter as she wandered the arching hallways and massive rooms of the complex.
Here her life changed in the extreme, the pampered lifestyle she was accustomed too was abandoned. in its place, a tough regimen of military tactics, economics, and combat training. At first the change was jarring, and she came home to her parent’s apartment every night with blisters upon her fragile frame. But eventually, she grew to like it, enjoying the time spent with the parents she’d rarely seen before now.
As she grew older and more studied, she realized all was not the happiness and simple life her parents made it out to be. There was political intrigue, games of intellect and sometimes, tales of darker deeds done for the Order and Stamaria.
For the most part, she ignored these intrigues, focusing on her work as a junior member of her parents’ guild. In her spare time she was the life of the sophisticated social life, dressed still in the latest fashions, (the blisters of her training had long ago faded away.) Young and Beautiful and Vibrant, she was courted by many young men of the Empire, eager to win her hand and marry such an esteemed girl.
But still the intrigues persisted, her parents whispering harshly to each other during the night, secret meetings with shadowy figures. Disturbed by her parents odd behavior, Gillian invested herself in her work as a junior clerk, trying to drown out the odd comings and goings of her parents.
And yet, though she knew something was bothering them, her parents kept up a brave face for her sake. Finally, when she turned eighteen, she found out what had vexed them so. Over the years her parents had grown bitter over some of the more violent actions taken by the Emperor, and instead of voicing their opinions, had done the unthinkable.
Her parents had begun selling information to the Korin as soon as the organization had sprung into existence. But finally their crimes had caught up with them, Stamarian forces stormed the Guildhall, killing dozens and capturing her parents. Alya and Martin were given a grand public trial, and then just as publically executed.
Gillian was spared this horrific fate by a meeting with one of the Viceroys of the Empire. The man was hard, but just, and saw she had no part in her parents’ crimes. Though she still loved them, to save her life she was forced to publically denounce her parents as traitors and criminals. Her family holdings were stripped and given to the military, all except for the guild, which in a cruel turn of fate, was left in her charge.
Now twenty-four years old, she keeps up a brave face for the world, never letting onto the fact that she lives in mortal fear for her life. Should the Empire ever decide she did something it didn’t like, it need only implicate her with her parents, and she would follow them to the grave soon after.
Still, the teachings of her parents could not be forgotten. She leads the guild with their moral code, to help the innocent. Knowing that sometimes what the Empire wants and what she was taught do not match up.
Miscellaneous: N/A
Alias: Golden Lady, Lady Arvestus
Age:24
Gender: Female
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance:
Physical Appearance:
Gill is a striking woman,
black silky hair, slightly exotic, eyes recalling of almonds and smooth skin that isn’t pale and yet not swarthy,
beautiful, in point of fact.
She stands at five feet, six and three quarters of an inch with a weight of one hundred twenty-five pounds. Her figure is small and petite, befitting her heritage. Her eyes have a soft grey hue to them, her nose is small and pixie-like. Her mouth is small with full (but not fat) lips, a ready smile always upon them.
Her torso is, like the rest of her, delicately built. She is muscled, but lightly so, and it does not detract from her figure. Her arms are thin, her hands small with delicate fingers meant more for playing instruments than for battle. Her legs are more muscled than the rest of her, like those of a professional runner. Her feet are delicate, though her toes are at a somewhat awkward angle, the smaller toes slanting sideways ever-so-slightly towards the big toe of each foot.
Clothing:
As the head of one of the Holy Empire’s guilds, and as the child of a powerful family, Gillian wears some of the finest clothing available. Her usual attire consists of cloth boots with soles of hardened leather, these are a rich gold in color and extremely comfortable. Her stockings are gold silk, and stretch up to her knees.
Over those, reaching down past the boots to her ankles, are a pair of baggy silken trousers, also golden in color. A woven cloth belt (rich-blue with strands of royal purple entwined) made of the finest cloth available cinches these tight to her petite waist.
Her shirt is also made of silk, a dark gold matching the rest of her outfit. Twelve buttons stretch from collar to belt level, each made of carefully and beautifully carved wood, dyed dark blue. The sleeves are baggy and a few inches too long, with matching buttons (left unbuttoned) to secure the flowing cuffs that fall past her fingertips. This shirt is usually tucked into the trousers, but is occasionally left untucked when the air grows hot and stifling.
Wrapped around her dainty neck she wears a light golden scarf, small intricate designs of clashing swords can be seen embroidered along this lengthy silken accessory. Her only other apparel consists of a pair of rings, each blue in color, worn one to each hand.
When in combat, Gillian keeps her golden-theme of clothing, with a more militaristic feel.
Lightweight leather boots, black in color, and golden woolen socks protect her feet. Her legs are protected by close-fitting trousers, a titanium composite intricately woven into the reverse side of the golden material to offer some protection. Her torso is protected by a titanium Cuirass with a high back collar, dyed the rich gold that she takes as her symbolic color. This two-part device protects the entire torso. The two pieces are latched together at the shoulders with leather straps. Fitted to her form, it rests easily upon her hips, giving her free movement of arm.
Upon her arms she wears only wrist-guards of golden leather. Also matching leather gloves, tight and form-fitting. Her long flowing hair she keeps out of the way with a circlet made of real gold, which can clip to the collar of the Cuirass if need be.
She disdains wearing head protection, but recognizes the need for something, as bullets have become more prevalent, so has armored headgear. The armorer who crafted her cuirass and trousers also made an ornate helmet to match the outfit, this feather-light titanium cap with ear-protection fits snugly upon her head, and is secured there by a strap stretching from either side-guard. It has no frontal protection for the actual face, however, Gillian preferred to retain her field of vision.
Personality: Gillian was brought up in one of the high-ranking houses of Stamaria, as expected her personality is as refined as her beautiful figure. Charming, affectionate, personable, gentle, intelligent. All of these traits she has in great supply. Her tone rarely ever rises in anger, her eyes almost never cloud with fury, and her lips are only in the most trying times seen to form a frown.
She is well-learned, but not prideful. Seeing herself as her parents raised her, a servant of the people. She tries her best in everything to better the lives of the Empire’s citizenry. While she is all of that, and more besides. She is still a highborn woman brought up to lead.
Her grasp of military tactics, while not complete, is well-honed and she is considered a competent commander for the Order she heads. Politics is where she truly shines, however. Expertly weaving through the bureaucracy of the Empire to get things done in a timely fashion.
And yet, for all of this. She is sometimes insecure, despite her station. For she knows too well that the higher one is, the longer and more painful the fall. This insecurity brings about brief bouts of uncertainty, and can lead to her over thinking problems.
Also, as a highborn woman, she is unaccustomed to the sight of violence. any military maneuvers she took part in, she commanded from the rear. Only rarely seeing the true hell that is combat.
All of these traits combine to form an excellent public servant, (even if she does freeze at the sight of excessive blood) who has very little time for herself and constantly ends her days fretfully wondering if she’s done enough good for that day..
Possessions: While the possessions of such a well-bred and highborn lady such as Gillian are far too numerous to mention. Her most treasured one is mentioned here.
Silver locket: About her neck is an ornate silver locket, a small rectangle upon a sterling silver chain which clasps easily at the back. Inside the locket is a picture of a man some would call handsome, the opposite face of the locket has the word “Honor” inscribed upon it. The latch that clasps the locket is well-worn, as though the wearer often opens it to gaze upon the picture held within.
Rapier: This three-foot long blade is carried by Gill in all combat situations, riding at her hip in a plain sheath on her belt. It is made of Iron. A well-crafted, unadorned blade with a simple hilt and guard-piece.
Special Abilities: Silver tongued: Gillian is a master negotiator and skilled politician. Able to talk her way out of most situations with her gift for words and her non-threatening looks.
History: Gillian was born into House Arvestus, to proud parents Ayla and Martin Arvestus. For her first years, she grew up in the Arvestus mansion just outside of Minervum. Without knowing it, Gillian had been born into one of the more powerful families of the old Taron Magi, now part of the Holy Empire of Stamaria.
Gillian grew up as normally as one of her position could, in extreme comfort, her every whim catered too (By staff, her parents were almost always away on business). She frolicked with the other children of the Magi families, and in general led a pampered life.
All of that changed when she turned eight years of age and her parents whisked her off to their workplace, a massive guildhall with hundreds of people coming and going. Here she learned that her parents were the creators and leaders of this guild, they’d built it to be an order of good, they told their young daughter as she wandered the arching hallways and massive rooms of the complex.
Here her life changed in the extreme, the pampered lifestyle she was accustomed too was abandoned. in its place, a tough regimen of military tactics, economics, and combat training. At first the change was jarring, and she came home to her parent’s apartment every night with blisters upon her fragile frame. But eventually, she grew to like it, enjoying the time spent with the parents she’d rarely seen before now.
As she grew older and more studied, she realized all was not the happiness and simple life her parents made it out to be. There was political intrigue, games of intellect and sometimes, tales of darker deeds done for the Order and Stamaria.
For the most part, she ignored these intrigues, focusing on her work as a junior member of her parents’ guild. In her spare time she was the life of the sophisticated social life, dressed still in the latest fashions, (the blisters of her training had long ago faded away.) Young and Beautiful and Vibrant, she was courted by many young men of the Empire, eager to win her hand and marry such an esteemed girl.
But still the intrigues persisted, her parents whispering harshly to each other during the night, secret meetings with shadowy figures. Disturbed by her parents odd behavior, Gillian invested herself in her work as a junior clerk, trying to drown out the odd comings and goings of her parents.
And yet, though she knew something was bothering them, her parents kept up a brave face for her sake. Finally, when she turned eighteen, she found out what had vexed them so. Over the years her parents had grown bitter over some of the more violent actions taken by the Emperor, and instead of voicing their opinions, had done the unthinkable.
Her parents had begun selling information to the Korin as soon as the organization had sprung into existence. But finally their crimes had caught up with them, Stamarian forces stormed the Guildhall, killing dozens and capturing her parents. Alya and Martin were given a grand public trial, and then just as publically executed.
Gillian was spared this horrific fate by a meeting with one of the Viceroys of the Empire. The man was hard, but just, and saw she had no part in her parents’ crimes. Though she still loved them, to save her life she was forced to publically denounce her parents as traitors and criminals. Her family holdings were stripped and given to the military, all except for the guild, which in a cruel turn of fate, was left in her charge.
Now twenty-four years old, she keeps up a brave face for the world, never letting onto the fact that she lives in mortal fear for her life. Should the Empire ever decide she did something it didn’t like, it need only implicate her with her parents, and she would follow them to the grave soon after.
Still, the teachings of her parents could not be forgotten. She leads the guild with their moral code, to help the innocent. Knowing that sometimes what the Empire wants and what she was taught do not match up.
Miscellaneous: N/A
