Post by malyssa on Jan 19, 2012 16:36:55 GMT -5
Character Name: Maliss Cariel
Nickname (Optional): Mal
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Land of Origin: Midlands, born in the Confessor's palace
Appearance: Maliss is five feet six inches tall, slender build. Waist length raven hair that is nearly always flowing free, yet never seems to tangle on anything. Piercing silvery blue eyes a pleasant smile, and a modest bosom.
Formal wear: Black confessor's dress
Informal wear: Traveling clothes made of tough fabric and leather. All in earthy forest tones.
Weapon (Optional): Long Dagger and sword combo. Both forged from Keltish steel, well cared for, and without adornment.
Armour (Optional): a very light chain shirt that can be easily hidden between layers of her traveling clothes.
Personality: A wild, fiery, and highly intelligent young woman. When not employing the classic confessor's face, Maliss is often described as "Bubbly" or "Very friendly when she's not making you feel like a complete idiot."
Form of the gift: Confessor. She is able to regain use of her power in as little as six hours after use, and has become quite adept at restraining it in almost any situation
Past or Current Career: She is a confessor, but she is not at all happy cooped up in the palace, or taking confessions in dungeons. So on top of her confessor training, she has been taking sword lessons from anyone she could talk into teaching her (Which is just about anybody she's met)
Short History: After completing her confessor training, Maliss left Aydindril behind as fast as her legs would carry her. She has no desire to join the rogues, and hopes that the other confessors would understand her desire to leave, though she didn't stop to tell anyone she was leaving, or ask permission. She is ambidextrous, but prefers to use her sword in her left hand as it has confused what few enemies she's faced with it (Even left handed soldiers were often forced to train only in right handed techniques) During her time of wandering, she has become quite lost, knowing only that she is not in the midlands anymore.
Nickname (Optional): Mal
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Land of Origin: Midlands, born in the Confessor's palace
Appearance: Maliss is five feet six inches tall, slender build. Waist length raven hair that is nearly always flowing free, yet never seems to tangle on anything. Piercing silvery blue eyes a pleasant smile, and a modest bosom.
Formal wear: Black confessor's dress
Informal wear: Traveling clothes made of tough fabric and leather. All in earthy forest tones.
Weapon (Optional): Long Dagger and sword combo. Both forged from Keltish steel, well cared for, and without adornment.
Armour (Optional): a very light chain shirt that can be easily hidden between layers of her traveling clothes.
Personality: A wild, fiery, and highly intelligent young woman. When not employing the classic confessor's face, Maliss is often described as "Bubbly" or "Very friendly when she's not making you feel like a complete idiot."
Form of the gift: Confessor. She is able to regain use of her power in as little as six hours after use, and has become quite adept at restraining it in almost any situation
Past or Current Career: She is a confessor, but she is not at all happy cooped up in the palace, or taking confessions in dungeons. So on top of her confessor training, she has been taking sword lessons from anyone she could talk into teaching her (Which is just about anybody she's met)
Short History: After completing her confessor training, Maliss left Aydindril behind as fast as her legs would carry her. She has no desire to join the rogues, and hopes that the other confessors would understand her desire to leave, though she didn't stop to tell anyone she was leaving, or ask permission. She is ambidextrous, but prefers to use her sword in her left hand as it has confused what few enemies she's faced with it (Even left handed soldiers were often forced to train only in right handed techniques) During her time of wandering, she has become quite lost, knowing only that she is not in the midlands anymore.
