Post by Diorbhail on Jun 29, 2009 10:46:36 GMT -6
Diorbhail
"Rebellion is in my blood"
Full name: Diorbhail
nicknames: Boudica, She-Wolf
age: Either nineteen or early twenties
birthday: Sometime in the stormy season
hometown: Britannia, more in the Albany area (Scotland)
sexuality: straight, but ain’t into that
i look a lot like: Robin Wright Penn (in face and hair and all)
this is me on a good day: She’s tall (about six feet) and sinewy with hard, supple limbs and rigid muscles. Her neck is almost too thick for a girl but gracefully long. Her skin is so pale that it is tinged blue by blood, and her hair falls to her waist, reddish gold, most often worn in braids. She wears a simple tunic belted about the waist by a thick leather belt, but when armed she carries a broadsword and an axe, though she is skilled with any weapon and is an accomplished archer. She is possessed of great physical courage and strength, a swift runner and a skilled horseman, though she insists on ‘riding at the front of the chariot’ as the Romans put it, or simply riding a horse bareback. She has a good amount of scarring from hunting, battle and multiple floggings. She bears tribal tattoos including a boar on her left shoulder, two wolves near her ankles and a serpent curling around her right bicep. She has a large scar across her right cheek tracing from the ear to the jaw. Her eyes are large and pale blue in color, flecked with reddish film when angry. Her teeth are strangely filed and jagged, and her lips are so pale that she seems to have no color in her face whatsoever. When fighting she wears a leather hauberk and often wears war paint, spirals along her face and back. She also has a long jagged scar down her side from an encounter with a hook fighter. Over all she’s very harsh looking, a warrior at first glance and not too pretty by her time’s standards, but she has a certain attractiveness in the proud carriage of her head and her strong, erect form and graceful, almost animalistic and savagely powerful movements, especially when handling her weapons.
i love: fighting, hunting, her homeland, anything that reminds her of home, her own gods, blood, defending her country’s name, watching other fights, dreaming, horses, hounds
i hate: Romans, the Roman gods, anything Roman at all, prejudice because of her gender, calm, peace, music, being caged, becoming ‘civilized’
i fear: that she will in some way dishonor the name of her country, becoming ‘civilized’ by the Romans, losing a limb or anything that would impede her fighting abilities, her hair being cut short, being mistaken for a Roman
i'm strengthened by: fighting skill, strength of body and mind, courage and almost suicidal bloodthirst, berserker fighting style
i'm weakened by: being so rebellious, refusing to speak Latin, inability to make friends, love of violence over my own life, bitterness
i hope to: return to my home and get revenge…on anyone
i hide: I have a strange deformity - a bone spur in my arm which I sometimes use like a weapon, and I resort to animal tactics in fighting
i'm weird because: I refuse to accept anything Roman, I am proud of being a fighter, I am not interested in relationships
what i'm like:
She was raised in a warlike civilization where the women fought alongside the men, so she has a true warrior spirit and a certain savage delight in combat. Her tribe was capable of acts of extreme brutality, and she has inherited that capability. She is very proud and almost vain when it comes to her value as a fighter, but she is not unaware that being female limits her abilities somewhat. She has been bested in a fight before, which is something she cannot bear, and once she tried to commit suicide after a rather humiliating defeat (at least to her) but was stopped. While she is a warrior who has no true interest in appearance, she pays close attention to her own physical appearance, working to make herself look wilder and almost glaringly barbaric. She is harsh and stern, hateful and bitter, and does not make friends easily as she is contemptuous of everyone, but she is capable of kindness and gentleness in her own strange way. She is viciously anti-Roman and rebellious to an almost suicidal level. She is extremely vengeful, defensive of her tribe and her homeland, and she prides herself on her heritage and her continued worship of her native gods. She shows open contempt for Roman nobility and royalty, exhibiting blasphemous behavior towards the Roman gods (she calls Jupiter the ‘fathering father’ and Pluto the ‘paederast’ and Venus the ‘whore’). She has a strange habit of cleaning her arms after a battle before any other part of her body. It seems she really gets her hands dirty as she mutilates the corpses of all her slain enemies. She is stoic when it comes to pain (a trait common in her tribe) and finds tears or any emotion besides wrath a weakness, but when in battle she is in her element, almost ecstatic. She doesn’t sleep much (insomnia probably) but never shows fatigue, though her mind is a bit on the odd side, and some believe she is mad. She thinks too much of her hatred and is consumed by it, which might be why she is so successful in her fights. She rejects anything Roman, refusing to learn to speak the language (though she has learned to understand it against her will) and never answering to the name they have given her (Bella). She is very conscientious of her health, another trait of her tribe, and never eats more than she needs, keeping herself fit and lithe.
parents: Broac and Leuthwene, warriors
siblings: none she knows of. She might have had some half siblings.
pets: a hunting hound named Hru and a raven named Roac
my story:
She was born into what the Romans called the Scotti (or Dal Riada) tribe in the western portion of what is now Scotland. Her tribe was matriarchal in leadership and her mother and father were both accomplished warriors. The Scotti was traditionally anti-Roman, so Diorbhail was bred with hatred for the invaders. She grew to be a skilled fighter, taller than most of her tribe, even than some of the men (it was thought that she had some Nordic blood in her veins) and very strong. She was renowned for an extremely savage nature and believed to have been blessed by Morrigan, or even an embodiment of the war goddess herself. She fought in several skirmishes against Roman invaders, though her tribe’s tactics were really just guerrilla warfare or fighting retreat. However, in one fight, Diorbhail was captured, tortured quite brutally, and when her tribe did not attempt to rescue her (she was considered worthless after allowing herself to be taken alive) she was sent to Rome. She was first a house slave, but after multiple attempts to escape and threats on her master’s life, she was sold to an army outfit. She ended up killing a Roman soldier during a drunken brawl in which the soldier began insulting her and her tribe. She had exhibited such skill in warfare that she was sent to the Colosseum, as it was hoped she would offer some entertainment in her death. She was part of a reenactment of the Boudica revolt, the only female in the group, representing the Iceni queen with a group of men armed only with primitive spears and clubs while set against overwhelming odds. Despite the outcome of the ‘battle’ in which all the ‘Britanci’ except Diorbhail were killed, she was not killed at the very end due to a desire for historical accuracy, but given poison to drink according to the accounts of Boudica’s end but was at the last spared by the whim of the crowd. Diorbhail had exhibited such skill and strength that she was later part of other fights, often distinguishing herself by her prowess. She worked up her name as an accomplished female gladiator, often put up against other females in the arena, until at last she was set against men. She has suffered several defeats, but has been spared death (something she finds dishonorable) by the crowd. She still holds onto her hope of returning home one day, and still prays to Morrigan, her patron goddess. Her gladiator name is ‘Boudica’ and ‘She-Wolf,’ though her owner calls her ‘Bella.’ She is not popular with the other gladiators, including the other females, and there have been attempts on her life by her fellow fighters, though she soon showed that she was a formidable opponent, even when unarmed. The only reason she fights is because she loves it, and she contents herself with the knowledge that some of those she kills are Roman natives. She is popular with the crowd and a favorite of the nobility, even though she has shown open contempt.
read the rules?: the cat is out of the bag
rp sample: The sound of the whetstone.
Shhnnk...shhnnk…, over the flint spearhead, the haft held loosely in Diorbhail's long, clever hand. The muscles in her forearm twitched as she held the long ashen pole steady with no other trace of effort. A grim smile was on her face, a sort of dreaminess that only a warrior could truly attain when handling their weapon.
The spear wasn't Diorbhail's only weapon of choice. She was skilled with all manner of weapons, be it bow, sling, axe or short sword. But her spear was her hunting companion. The bow was no good for close distance tracking, and wasn't hefty enough for large game. The short sword required too close a contact with the quarry, and a sling only proved to stun, while she liked to use an axe on the enemy, not the prey. She chose her spear, though she carried several throwing daggers in a strap across her chest and a pair of long skinning knives over her shoulders.
Pausing, Diorbhail looped the thong of the whetstone around her neck, letting it hang down against the leather hauberk she wore. She allowed herself another smile, reaching up to pull her hair back into a bundle of small braids that hung like Medusa locks over her broad tatooed shoulders.
Hunting...the only time she could truly be herself, by herself.
"Rebellion is in my blood"
Running The Show
the only puppeteer cool enough to operate this puppet is Haylayer. She is eightteen years old. this cool cat has been running the show for six years and can be reached by PM.
Who I Am
Full name: Diorbhail
nicknames: Boudica, She-Wolf
age: Either nineteen or early twenties
birthday: Sometime in the stormy season
hometown: Britannia, more in the Albany area (Scotland)
sexuality: straight, but ain’t into that
In The Mirror
i look a lot like: Robin Wright Penn (in face and hair and all)
this is me on a good day: She’s tall (about six feet) and sinewy with hard, supple limbs and rigid muscles. Her neck is almost too thick for a girl but gracefully long. Her skin is so pale that it is tinged blue by blood, and her hair falls to her waist, reddish gold, most often worn in braids. She wears a simple tunic belted about the waist by a thick leather belt, but when armed she carries a broadsword and an axe, though she is skilled with any weapon and is an accomplished archer. She is possessed of great physical courage and strength, a swift runner and a skilled horseman, though she insists on ‘riding at the front of the chariot’ as the Romans put it, or simply riding a horse bareback. She has a good amount of scarring from hunting, battle and multiple floggings. She bears tribal tattoos including a boar on her left shoulder, two wolves near her ankles and a serpent curling around her right bicep. She has a large scar across her right cheek tracing from the ear to the jaw. Her eyes are large and pale blue in color, flecked with reddish film when angry. Her teeth are strangely filed and jagged, and her lips are so pale that she seems to have no color in her face whatsoever. When fighting she wears a leather hauberk and often wears war paint, spirals along her face and back. She also has a long jagged scar down her side from an encounter with a hook fighter. Over all she’s very harsh looking, a warrior at first glance and not too pretty by her time’s standards, but she has a certain attractiveness in the proud carriage of her head and her strong, erect form and graceful, almost animalistic and savagely powerful movements, especially when handling her weapons.
Get Down Deep
i love: fighting, hunting, her homeland, anything that reminds her of home, her own gods, blood, defending her country’s name, watching other fights, dreaming, horses, hounds
i hate: Romans, the Roman gods, anything Roman at all, prejudice because of her gender, calm, peace, music, being caged, becoming ‘civilized’
i fear: that she will in some way dishonor the name of her country, becoming ‘civilized’ by the Romans, losing a limb or anything that would impede her fighting abilities, her hair being cut short, being mistaken for a Roman
i'm strengthened by: fighting skill, strength of body and mind, courage and almost suicidal bloodthirst, berserker fighting style
i'm weakened by: being so rebellious, refusing to speak Latin, inability to make friends, love of violence over my own life, bitterness
i hope to: return to my home and get revenge…on anyone
i hide: I have a strange deformity - a bone spur in my arm which I sometimes use like a weapon, and I resort to animal tactics in fighting
i'm weird because: I refuse to accept anything Roman, I am proud of being a fighter, I am not interested in relationships
what i'm like:
She was raised in a warlike civilization where the women fought alongside the men, so she has a true warrior spirit and a certain savage delight in combat. Her tribe was capable of acts of extreme brutality, and she has inherited that capability. She is very proud and almost vain when it comes to her value as a fighter, but she is not unaware that being female limits her abilities somewhat. She has been bested in a fight before, which is something she cannot bear, and once she tried to commit suicide after a rather humiliating defeat (at least to her) but was stopped. While she is a warrior who has no true interest in appearance, she pays close attention to her own physical appearance, working to make herself look wilder and almost glaringly barbaric. She is harsh and stern, hateful and bitter, and does not make friends easily as she is contemptuous of everyone, but she is capable of kindness and gentleness in her own strange way. She is viciously anti-Roman and rebellious to an almost suicidal level. She is extremely vengeful, defensive of her tribe and her homeland, and she prides herself on her heritage and her continued worship of her native gods. She shows open contempt for Roman nobility and royalty, exhibiting blasphemous behavior towards the Roman gods (she calls Jupiter the ‘fathering father’ and Pluto the ‘paederast’ and Venus the ‘whore’). She has a strange habit of cleaning her arms after a battle before any other part of her body. It seems she really gets her hands dirty as she mutilates the corpses of all her slain enemies. She is stoic when it comes to pain (a trait common in her tribe) and finds tears or any emotion besides wrath a weakness, but when in battle she is in her element, almost ecstatic. She doesn’t sleep much (insomnia probably) but never shows fatigue, though her mind is a bit on the odd side, and some believe she is mad. She thinks too much of her hatred and is consumed by it, which might be why she is so successful in her fights. She rejects anything Roman, refusing to learn to speak the language (though she has learned to understand it against her will) and never answering to the name they have given her (Bella). She is very conscientious of her health, another trait of her tribe, and never eats more than she needs, keeping herself fit and lithe.
Where I'm From
parents: Broac and Leuthwene, warriors
siblings: none she knows of. She might have had some half siblings.
pets: a hunting hound named Hru and a raven named Roac
my story:
She was born into what the Romans called the Scotti (or Dal Riada) tribe in the western portion of what is now Scotland. Her tribe was matriarchal in leadership and her mother and father were both accomplished warriors. The Scotti was traditionally anti-Roman, so Diorbhail was bred with hatred for the invaders. She grew to be a skilled fighter, taller than most of her tribe, even than some of the men (it was thought that she had some Nordic blood in her veins) and very strong. She was renowned for an extremely savage nature and believed to have been blessed by Morrigan, or even an embodiment of the war goddess herself. She fought in several skirmishes against Roman invaders, though her tribe’s tactics were really just guerrilla warfare or fighting retreat. However, in one fight, Diorbhail was captured, tortured quite brutally, and when her tribe did not attempt to rescue her (she was considered worthless after allowing herself to be taken alive) she was sent to Rome. She was first a house slave, but after multiple attempts to escape and threats on her master’s life, she was sold to an army outfit. She ended up killing a Roman soldier during a drunken brawl in which the soldier began insulting her and her tribe. She had exhibited such skill in warfare that she was sent to the Colosseum, as it was hoped she would offer some entertainment in her death. She was part of a reenactment of the Boudica revolt, the only female in the group, representing the Iceni queen with a group of men armed only with primitive spears and clubs while set against overwhelming odds. Despite the outcome of the ‘battle’ in which all the ‘Britanci’ except Diorbhail were killed, she was not killed at the very end due to a desire for historical accuracy, but given poison to drink according to the accounts of Boudica’s end but was at the last spared by the whim of the crowd. Diorbhail had exhibited such skill and strength that she was later part of other fights, often distinguishing herself by her prowess. She worked up her name as an accomplished female gladiator, often put up against other females in the arena, until at last she was set against men. She has suffered several defeats, but has been spared death (something she finds dishonorable) by the crowd. She still holds onto her hope of returning home one day, and still prays to Morrigan, her patron goddess. Her gladiator name is ‘Boudica’ and ‘She-Wolf,’ though her owner calls her ‘Bella.’ She is not popular with the other gladiators, including the other females, and there have been attempts on her life by her fellow fighters, though she soon showed that she was a formidable opponent, even when unarmed. The only reason she fights is because she loves it, and she contents herself with the knowledge that some of those she kills are Roman natives. She is popular with the crowd and a favorite of the nobility, even though she has shown open contempt.
The Extra Stuff
read the rules?: the cat is out of the bag
rp sample: The sound of the whetstone.
Shhnnk...shhnnk…, over the flint spearhead, the haft held loosely in Diorbhail's long, clever hand. The muscles in her forearm twitched as she held the long ashen pole steady with no other trace of effort. A grim smile was on her face, a sort of dreaminess that only a warrior could truly attain when handling their weapon.
The spear wasn't Diorbhail's only weapon of choice. She was skilled with all manner of weapons, be it bow, sling, axe or short sword. But her spear was her hunting companion. The bow was no good for close distance tracking, and wasn't hefty enough for large game. The short sword required too close a contact with the quarry, and a sling only proved to stun, while she liked to use an axe on the enemy, not the prey. She chose her spear, though she carried several throwing daggers in a strap across her chest and a pair of long skinning knives over her shoulders.
Pausing, Diorbhail looped the thong of the whetstone around her neck, letting it hang down against the leather hauberk she wore. She allowed herself another smile, reaching up to pull her hair back into a bundle of small braids that hung like Medusa locks over her broad tatooed shoulders.
Hunting...the only time she could truly be herself, by herself.