Post by Jennis Mul Moongem on Nov 14, 2014 21:56:58 GMT -6
Name:
Jennis Mul Moongem
Species:
Half Highland Wood Elf (England), Half Icelandic, Spirit
Company:
None
Class:
Barbarian
Credits:
an amount
Weapons:
Claymore No-Dachi, Bow and Arrow, Tomahawk
Current Abilities:
Berserk (Totally shouldn't be called that)
Story Plot:
Once a legendary warrior from the elven Highlands in Briton, Jennis hailed from the encampment of those born of Half-Blood and trained to adventure since a young age. She traveled for many years, making many friends and even more enemies out of the slavers, bandits, and warlords she brought to justice--and that justice was the edge of her blade.
Once she settled down from her days as a wandering soul, she turned to mercenary work that would give her plenty of coin as well as offer her jobs with established organisations. However, once when she remained idle in a seedy Welsh village, awaiting her next employer, she was assaulted by a gang of local ruffians, only to be rescued by a beautiful elven bard by the name of Sarea Riel Dirao. A travelling companion of her friend Faljere D'ael Elderbaden, Jennis finally gave up her life as a sword-for-hire and traveled with them as Sarea's personal bodyguard. The two eventually fell deeply in love, and were wed by Faljere.
They spent five happy years together until Jennis, who had gained a reputation in the Highlands of the Wood Elves, was drafted into the elven army to fight as a captain in the Great Century War between the elves and the dwarves. Without much time to say goodbye, she accepted only a rose from her wife before departing. She fought in the ranks of the elven army, leading soldiers to victory against invading armies of dwarven engineers and soldiers, for a span of a year and a half, before meeting her untimely and gruesome demise. As the last line of defence for a political checkpoint, Jennis' squad fought against the dwarf warlord known as Gauhmdun, only to have her heart ripped out of her chest and stomped into the cold earth.
Jennis, for the past five years since her death, has resided in the afterlife, guiding spirits of those passed to their new home. Still, she longs to see her grieving wife once more to give her a proper farewell.
Physical Description:
Tall, for a wood elf, given her Icelandic side (most wood elves of the Highlands are between 4'10 and 5'5, with only those found in Scotland reaching heights of 6'0+). She has olive skin with faded freckles and hair that matches the colour of her skin. Her eyes are slim and full of wisdom, as is the rest of her oval face. She has a rather nasty-looking scar trailing across the bridge of her nose, splitting off at the sellion to cover her right eye and her forehead. She has braided bangs pulled to the right side of her head, and, despite being an elf (who are generally aesthetically pleasing, and more so sexually), she has quite the small bust. As she is a spirit, she glows orange (the colour of chivalry, honour, and kindness), which spills from the large hole in her chest and her eyes.
Garb:
Non-battle: A green Elven kilt (slimmer and longer than traditional Celtic men kilts), fur boots, leather bracers and pauldrons, a sash of the same plaid, and a lighter plaid top. Battle: Added combat trousers, battle sleeves, leather chest armour, and boot covers.
Motives:
To guide the dead to their new home, and to hopefully give her wife a proper goodbye.
Personal Motto:
"If it bleeds, we can kill it." "I hope that's something we'd be able to do." "Serve with honour, and hope to die!"
History of Family:
Her father was an elf of a Highland English Clan, and her mother was Icelandic. They met when the two countries battled, where both parents tended to the dead. They basically bonded over dead bodies.
Role in Wildgard: To be announced.
Jennis Mul Moongem
Species:
Half Highland Wood Elf (England), Half Icelandic, Spirit
Company:
None
Class:
Barbarian
Credits:
an amount
Weapons:
Claymore No-Dachi, Bow and Arrow, Tomahawk
Current Abilities:
Berserk (Totally shouldn't be called that)
Story Plot:
Once a legendary warrior from the elven Highlands in Briton, Jennis hailed from the encampment of those born of Half-Blood and trained to adventure since a young age. She traveled for many years, making many friends and even more enemies out of the slavers, bandits, and warlords she brought to justice--and that justice was the edge of her blade.
Once she settled down from her days as a wandering soul, she turned to mercenary work that would give her plenty of coin as well as offer her jobs with established organisations. However, once when she remained idle in a seedy Welsh village, awaiting her next employer, she was assaulted by a gang of local ruffians, only to be rescued by a beautiful elven bard by the name of Sarea Riel Dirao. A travelling companion of her friend Faljere D'ael Elderbaden, Jennis finally gave up her life as a sword-for-hire and traveled with them as Sarea's personal bodyguard. The two eventually fell deeply in love, and were wed by Faljere.
They spent five happy years together until Jennis, who had gained a reputation in the Highlands of the Wood Elves, was drafted into the elven army to fight as a captain in the Great Century War between the elves and the dwarves. Without much time to say goodbye, she accepted only a rose from her wife before departing. She fought in the ranks of the elven army, leading soldiers to victory against invading armies of dwarven engineers and soldiers, for a span of a year and a half, before meeting her untimely and gruesome demise. As the last line of defence for a political checkpoint, Jennis' squad fought against the dwarf warlord known as Gauhmdun, only to have her heart ripped out of her chest and stomped into the cold earth.
Jennis, for the past five years since her death, has resided in the afterlife, guiding spirits of those passed to their new home. Still, she longs to see her grieving wife once more to give her a proper farewell.
Physical Description:
Tall, for a wood elf, given her Icelandic side (most wood elves of the Highlands are between 4'10 and 5'5, with only those found in Scotland reaching heights of 6'0+). She has olive skin with faded freckles and hair that matches the colour of her skin. Her eyes are slim and full of wisdom, as is the rest of her oval face. She has a rather nasty-looking scar trailing across the bridge of her nose, splitting off at the sellion to cover her right eye and her forehead. She has braided bangs pulled to the right side of her head, and, despite being an elf (who are generally aesthetically pleasing, and more so sexually), she has quite the small bust. As she is a spirit, she glows orange (the colour of chivalry, honour, and kindness), which spills from the large hole in her chest and her eyes.
Garb:
Non-battle: A green Elven kilt (slimmer and longer than traditional Celtic men kilts), fur boots, leather bracers and pauldrons, a sash of the same plaid, and a lighter plaid top. Battle: Added combat trousers, battle sleeves, leather chest armour, and boot covers.
Motives:
To guide the dead to their new home, and to hopefully give her wife a proper goodbye.
Personal Motto:
"If it bleeds, we can kill it." "I hope that's something we'd be able to do." "Serve with honour, and hope to die!"
History of Family:
Her father was an elf of a Highland English Clan, and her mother was Icelandic. They met when the two countries battled, where both parents tended to the dead. They basically bonded over dead bodies.
Role in Wildgard: To be announced.