About me:
Last Sighting of The Mercenary: Entering the Valley of Eastern Mountains; returning to the Monastery for solitude and study.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Languages: Common, Giant, Infernal, Draconic, Primordial
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Storm Barbarian, Wild Mage Sorc
Height: 6๏ฟฝ9
Weight: private
Hair: Ice Blue
Eyes: Emerald Green
Tattoos/Piercings/Markings: Multiple scars across Front Torso, legs, neck; deep scar diagonal across chest
Measurements: 48E/29/49
Professional
Affiliation: Mercenary
Former Occupation: Monk
Previous Partner: N/A
Base of Operations: Ruins of The Ru Monastery
Personal Status
Relatives: Orphaned
Orientation: Pansexual
Marital Status: Single, Polyamorous
Hobbies: Meditation, Herbology Sculpting, Dancing, Sparring
Appearance: Athletically built with large features. Ice Blue hair is typically kept in lazy mohawk. Scars are scattered on her back with a very large/deep scar diagonally across the chest. Tends to keep clothing to cloth or leather; easily annoyed by metal armors.
Personality: Stern with very little regard for overly happy people. Easily angered and uses sarcasm heavily when frustrated. Tends to be a heavy drinker at the end of a long day but opens up quickly when intoxicated. Fights a mental urge to smack people when annoyed as well as the urge to be giddy around those whose company she enjoys.
When the Warlord Renac came to the Eastern Monasteries he met no opposition. Of the Pacifists and Scholars, he made an example; unknowingly leaving one woman alive. Unaware of the monster he had left behind. On a war path of vengeance, she made a name in Ru for herself; The Made Monk, the Mountain's Fury, The Cold Blood. Nirvana was a lie, she learned that from him, only death would bring peace.
As time passed on, so did the Great War and its Warlord. The woman found herself with no place in the world, and no inner peace after her twenty years of brutality and blood plaguing her soul. She continued her own path, becoming a mercenary and bounty hunter; arming herself with weapons from her foes and her mastery of the Cryomancy in her bloodline. Ever searching for an end, her own end. Her once blonde hair and fair skin tainted by her own power, making her pale and scarred with blue hair as icy in hue as her heart had become.
I thank you for your acceptance. If you wish to roleplay, either have a random starter or a possible storyline discussion, let me know. Idle banter rather in character or not is more than exceptional as well. I hope I hear from you, thank you again.
I am a lightweight! I can't help it! PLus ever since I lost weight and started working out, it's been worst xD Bigger viens - alcholol hit's me faster >_>
Is slightly tipsy, f*** MORE than slightly as the snake covered the barbarian in kisses. "Hey I think your pretty awesome โฅ Just wanted to say that before I pass out from this double IPA that's as much as a tall boy from the convience store lol."