Post by Jeff on Feb 4, 2016 17:16:01 GMT -5
Race: High Elf
Class: Ranger
Background: Sailor
Personality: My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what.
I work hard so that I can play hard when the work is done.
Ideals: I'm committed to my crewmates, not to ideals.
Bonds: I'll always remember my first ship.
Flaws: Once I start drinking, it's hard for me to stop.
Character Sheet: www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=692242
Daksy stands short for an elf, just cresting five feet. Her hair is an unremarkable shade of dark brown, with one stubborn lock that refuses to be captured in her perpetual ponytail. Her eyes are bright blue and her skin is pale for a sailor, as if it resists the sun. Her leather armor has highlights of deep purples. She doesn't normally wear a cloak as she is used to braving the elements, but she does have a deep hood to draw over her ears and face. She likes to keep her weapons over her shoulder, so a longbow and quiver are strapped to her back aside her pack, and shortswords cross beneath them. Her old sailor's knife, her only remaining memento given her by her former crewmates, resides on her belt at the small of back. At her right hip, a belt pouch.
She has a quirk, a habit...almost an obsession, of creating a dark lip blush from certain types of berries she knows just how to find in nearly any climate. When she was young, a noblewoman took passage aboard Tipsy Vixen and wore just such makeup. Since then, Daksy has secretly associated the lip blush with beauty and sophistication in her heart of hearts. She would use a portion of her small pay to buy the berries when the ship was in port. It was the only truly "girly" thing that she would do, and her crewmates would hide their smiles when she would stop in the middle of a climb through the rigging to touch up her blush. She would be mortified to know that anyone suspected how important the makeup was to her.
Her hand will often stray to her sternum when she's distracted, as if something hangs from a cord there beneath her shirt.
Daksy has the mannerisms and vocabulary of her background on a human-crewed sailing vessel and speaks nothing like a stereotypical elf. She can be a screw-up in her own life, but is competent and determined when others depend on her. She does not take much, including herself, overly seriously. She doesn't believe in taking anything too seriously. She is optimistic and is feisty and gutsy in her optimism.
Class: Ranger
Background: Sailor
Personality: My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what.
I work hard so that I can play hard when the work is done.
Ideals: I'm committed to my crewmates, not to ideals.
Bonds: I'll always remember my first ship.
Flaws: Once I start drinking, it's hard for me to stop.
Character Sheet: www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=692242
Daksy stands short for an elf, just cresting five feet. Her hair is an unremarkable shade of dark brown, with one stubborn lock that refuses to be captured in her perpetual ponytail. Her eyes are bright blue and her skin is pale for a sailor, as if it resists the sun. Her leather armor has highlights of deep purples. She doesn't normally wear a cloak as she is used to braving the elements, but she does have a deep hood to draw over her ears and face. She likes to keep her weapons over her shoulder, so a longbow and quiver are strapped to her back aside her pack, and shortswords cross beneath them. Her old sailor's knife, her only remaining memento given her by her former crewmates, resides on her belt at the small of back. At her right hip, a belt pouch.
She has a quirk, a habit...almost an obsession, of creating a dark lip blush from certain types of berries she knows just how to find in nearly any climate. When she was young, a noblewoman took passage aboard Tipsy Vixen and wore just such makeup. Since then, Daksy has secretly associated the lip blush with beauty and sophistication in her heart of hearts. She would use a portion of her small pay to buy the berries when the ship was in port. It was the only truly "girly" thing that she would do, and her crewmates would hide their smiles when she would stop in the middle of a climb through the rigging to touch up her blush. She would be mortified to know that anyone suspected how important the makeup was to her.
Her hand will often stray to her sternum when she's distracted, as if something hangs from a cord there beneath her shirt.
Daksy has the mannerisms and vocabulary of her background on a human-crewed sailing vessel and speaks nothing like a stereotypical elf. She can be a screw-up in her own life, but is competent and determined when others depend on her. She does not take much, including herself, overly seriously. She doesn't believe in taking anything too seriously. She is optimistic and is feisty and gutsy in her optimism.