Post by farkymac on Dec 21, 2016 11:31:24 GMT -5
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Personal History: Sonia was left parentless as a very young girl after an outbreak of plague struck the farming village where she was born. Given only an immunity to the disease as consolation, the girl swiftly left the place of her trauma behind, choosing to take up the life of a drifter; she lived off of a steady diet of natural and charitable resources, moving on to the next settlement whenever one or the other depleted.
It was during one of these transitions that she suffered a near-fatal accident that crippled her legs. Fortunately, she was discovered by a monastery leader who happened to be doing his rounds at the time, and he took her in for healing. During her extended stay, her only entertainment was to watch the monks as they trained daily, and, eventually, she was drawn to the mysterious power of Ki, and begged to be instructed in its use. Eventually, the Monks agreed, teaching her first to use Ki on its own, then, when her legs were well, in integrating it into combat.
She remained for a time, until her wanderlust got the better of her, and then parted ways with the monastery, promising to one day return, both to learn more and share her experiences.
Physical Description: Sonia stands at 6'1", her slender body well-muscled from an elf's years of training in the Way of the Open Hand. Her skin is oddly pale, hinting at High Elf streaks in her Wood Elf blood. She dresses simply, her chest covered by a single, long strip of cloth that wraps her upper back and modest chest by alternating over and under the shoulders, so that her strong arms and core are clearly visible to any with an urge to pick a fight or stray their hands. Below the waist, she wears breeches of a blend of wool and canvas, laced at either hip, rather than the front. These tuck into dark shinguards of boiled leather whose style matches that of the greaves on her forearms, then emerge from the bottom, providing a layer of comfort. Her feet are clad in light boots that cover back over the shinguards, midway up, and feature a split that allows the big toees to operate independently of the others. Finally, her long, shimmering, platinum-blonde hair is tamed by a trio of braids that are then braided together, themselves, secured at the end by a ribbon that matches her glittering, emerald eyes.
Personality: Like all elves, Sonia's face bears a harsh aloofness in its bone structure that matches, to an extent, her general attitude. However, due to her time amongst other humanoid populations, she lacks the expected xenophobia, and will mingle with them just as freely as with her knife-eared kin. That is to say, not very. Her time alone, coupled with her childhood trauma, makes it difficult and uncomfortable for her to interact with strangers and crowds, much less become close to an individual. That said, if someone were to manage to punch a hole in her emotional armor, that person will find her an unwavering ally, never more that shouting distance away.
Personal History: Sonia was left parentless as a very young girl after an outbreak of plague struck the farming village where she was born. Given only an immunity to the disease as consolation, the girl swiftly left the place of her trauma behind, choosing to take up the life of a drifter; she lived off of a steady diet of natural and charitable resources, moving on to the next settlement whenever one or the other depleted.
It was during one of these transitions that she suffered a near-fatal accident that crippled her legs. Fortunately, she was discovered by a monastery leader who happened to be doing his rounds at the time, and he took her in for healing. During her extended stay, her only entertainment was to watch the monks as they trained daily, and, eventually, she was drawn to the mysterious power of Ki, and begged to be instructed in its use. Eventually, the Monks agreed, teaching her first to use Ki on its own, then, when her legs were well, in integrating it into combat.
She remained for a time, until her wanderlust got the better of her, and then parted ways with the monastery, promising to one day return, both to learn more and share her experiences.
Physical Description: Sonia stands at 6'1", her slender body well-muscled from an elf's years of training in the Way of the Open Hand. Her skin is oddly pale, hinting at High Elf streaks in her Wood Elf blood. She dresses simply, her chest covered by a single, long strip of cloth that wraps her upper back and modest chest by alternating over and under the shoulders, so that her strong arms and core are clearly visible to any with an urge to pick a fight or stray their hands. Below the waist, she wears breeches of a blend of wool and canvas, laced at either hip, rather than the front. These tuck into dark shinguards of boiled leather whose style matches that of the greaves on her forearms, then emerge from the bottom, providing a layer of comfort. Her feet are clad in light boots that cover back over the shinguards, midway up, and feature a split that allows the big toees to operate independently of the others. Finally, her long, shimmering, platinum-blonde hair is tamed by a trio of braids that are then braided together, themselves, secured at the end by a ribbon that matches her glittering, emerald eyes.
Personality: Like all elves, Sonia's face bears a harsh aloofness in its bone structure that matches, to an extent, her general attitude. However, due to her time amongst other humanoid populations, she lacks the expected xenophobia, and will mingle with them just as freely as with her knife-eared kin. That is to say, not very. Her time alone, coupled with her childhood trauma, makes it difficult and uncomfortable for her to interact with strangers and crowds, much less become close to an individual. That said, if someone were to manage to punch a hole in her emotional armor, that person will find her an unwavering ally, never more that shouting distance away.