Post by Indi Willows on Jul 6, 2014 20:52:55 GMT 1
Player Info Name/Alias: Seabee
Age: 24
Gender (optional): Female
Tumblr (optional): ladybrittyzombie.tumblr.com
Timezone (optional): center standard time I DONT KNOW
How did you find Palandri? (optional): ANCIENT RITUAL
Character Info
Full Name: Ffion Vexith.
Race: Pyromentalist
Class (optional):
Age: 37
Sexuality (optional): Ffion doesn’t live in sexual absolutes.
Face Claim: Ming-na Wen.
Bio (personality/history):
Ffion Vexith was the oldest of 3, born and raised in the Volconian apitol city of Ignis. Her father was a blacksmith, working to produce weaponry for the esteemed military and her mother owned a simple stall in the market, selling foods and wares. Her father coming from a long line of Pyromentalist and her mother being a simlle mundane. (But that didn’t mean she didnt knkw how to fight.)Her younger siblings were not something she would pay much attention to, they just never got along because Ffion was the only one who showed any sort of indication that she, like her father, had the power to bend fire at will.
And bend it she could.
It all started around her second birthday and a simple cake and candle. Her parents had never looked so proud. By 18 she had already honed her skill so well that joining the military came of ease to her. She had control. If Ffion had nothing else it was control. Control over herself and control over the flames that threatened to consume her at any given second. She refused to she any sort of emotion except a fierce determination and explicit command. The Pyromentalist did what was expected out of her, exceeded at it, and quickly rose to higher command positions. She rarely lost someone under her guidance but when she did, it was said that she could call upon the fire from the middle of the earth to rise up. Naturally that was an exaggeration, everyone was under duress during battle so it could hardly be true.
Ffion fought with a sword at her side and a dagger in each boot. The sword being used to help pinpoint her powers and the daggers came in wonderful use in close quarters. Not that she ever let anyone get close.
Outside of the military life, Ffion had nothing. She kept a clean home for when she wasn’t sleeping in the barracks or in a tent and had no family of her own that she spoke of. It was too late to commit to anything except her state and she felt that being in any sort of relationship, aside from casual flings that fill her needs to be not worth her time or effort.
RP sample (optional, but recommended): do I have to because indi
Other: -insert banjo solo here-
Age: 24
Gender (optional): Female
Tumblr (optional): ladybrittyzombie.tumblr.com
Timezone (optional): center standard time I DONT KNOW
How did you find Palandri? (optional): ANCIENT RITUAL
Character Info
Full Name: Ffion Vexith.
Race: Pyromentalist
Class (optional):
Age: 37
Sexuality (optional): Ffion doesn’t live in sexual absolutes.
Face Claim: Ming-na Wen.
Bio (personality/history):
Ffion Vexith was the oldest of 3, born and raised in the Volconian apitol city of Ignis. Her father was a blacksmith, working to produce weaponry for the esteemed military and her mother owned a simple stall in the market, selling foods and wares. Her father coming from a long line of Pyromentalist and her mother being a simlle mundane. (But that didn’t mean she didnt knkw how to fight.)Her younger siblings were not something she would pay much attention to, they just never got along because Ffion was the only one who showed any sort of indication that she, like her father, had the power to bend fire at will.
And bend it she could.
It all started around her second birthday and a simple cake and candle. Her parents had never looked so proud. By 18 she had already honed her skill so well that joining the military came of ease to her. She had control. If Ffion had nothing else it was control. Control over herself and control over the flames that threatened to consume her at any given second. She refused to she any sort of emotion except a fierce determination and explicit command. The Pyromentalist did what was expected out of her, exceeded at it, and quickly rose to higher command positions. She rarely lost someone under her guidance but when she did, it was said that she could call upon the fire from the middle of the earth to rise up. Naturally that was an exaggeration, everyone was under duress during battle so it could hardly be true.
Ffion fought with a sword at her side and a dagger in each boot. The sword being used to help pinpoint her powers and the daggers came in wonderful use in close quarters. Not that she ever let anyone get close.
Outside of the military life, Ffion had nothing. She kept a clean home for when she wasn’t sleeping in the barracks or in a tent and had no family of her own that she spoke of. It was too late to commit to anything except her state and she felt that being in any sort of relationship, aside from casual flings that fill her needs to be not worth her time or effort.
RP sample (optional, but recommended): do I have to because indi
Other: -insert banjo solo here-
