Post by Aika on Mar 9, 2012 21:36:48 GMT -4
<PB: Emmy Rossum>
Name Goblenn
Pronunciation Goblin
Age 25 Turns
Season Born in Winter
Gender Female
Sexuality Asexual
Appearance To be put simply, Goblenn is well-endowed. With decently-sized breasts with a rear to match, it’s a surprise she doesn’t have a glamorous job as a dancer. Her hair is a curly deep brown that falls in loose curls to her shoulder blades. However, due to her current form of employment, she keeps her hair cut short and her breasts bound down to keep them from being in the way of her work. Because of her frequent run-ins with do-gooders, the young woman has become well-toned from her many escapes into the shadows.
Her attire usually consists of drab, dark colored clothing that covers every part of her body sans her hands, feet, and face. Close-fitting pants or leggings, a breathable shirt, and a long, flowy cloak are her most common articles of attire. Having never really worn any fancy clothes and seeing no point in them, she rarely wears anything that is bright, shiny, or show-offy. She also never wears shoes; she finds them cumbersome, and is much more comfortable with the earth underneath her soles. Because of this, her feet are tough and worn with calluses.
Personality Contrary to her seemingly beauteous appearance, Goblenn is very much a hermit at heart; she doesn’t want anything to do with anybody. Used to a life of solitude, she is very quiet, cold, and secretive. She rarely talks with others, for she finds little trust in those around her. Even if she does get to know somebody personally, she will still have a sense of paranoia or aloofness when around them. She is too used to being ratted out for her deeds, so she tries to keep her circle of confidants to a minimum.
If her life as a thief has taught her anything, it was to be careful. She is a sneaky individual, keeping low to the ground and having one eye over her shoulder. She is well-versed in the ways of hiding in the shadows, and equally well-versed in the art of the pickpocket. Whenever she has had attentions lavished onto her being, it has always been for the wrong reasons. She has grown to associate attention with punishment. This does not help her to form long-lasting ties with people. She would much rather be among the shadows than be in the spotlight.
Family (if any) Mother: Bellgi, Baker (Deceased, would be 51)
Father: Nolman, Baker (Deceased, would be 57)
Brother: Bol, Baker (28, Currently in Rindell Village)
Pet:
Name: Phobi
Pronunciation: FOE-bee
Age: Newborn (0 Turns)
Type: Firelizard
Rank: Ebony
Size: At Full Growth: 16 in.
Color Codes: 313131
Personality: Likes to run around, has odd quirks and fears *anything irrational you can think of*, sticks close to His, takes a while to trust others, Extremely scared of his garnet sister and the dark <WIP>
Appearance: See Image <WIP>
Name: Xarov
Pronunciation: ZAH-rahv
Age: Newborn (0 Turns)
Type: Firelizard
Rank: Garnet
Size: At Full Growth: 33.2 in.
Color Codes: Main Body: C12121, Markings: Mottled 3C0A0A
Personality: Egotistical, irritable, loves to cause harm to others, will try to eat most anything when he is upset as he always feels hungry if something is irritating him. Will often nip His.<WIP>
Appearance: See Image <WIP>
Location Born in Rindell Village, currently in Trelis Weyr
History When Goblenn was born as a squalling little girl, Nolman and Bellgi were thriving as bakers in Rindell village. They had plenty of marks to care for their daughter and their son, who had been born three Turns prior. Life was good; people bought the baked goods, the children played nicely with the other little ones out of the bakery, and there were no threats to anybody’s lives. Everything seemed to be all right.
However, this paradise would not last forever. While everybody believed that all of the equipment was in healthy working order, apparently one of the stoves was beginning to malfunction. Bol and Goblenn were outside playing with their friends when the bakery exploded with vicious flames and sickly smoke. The villagers, shocked by the sudden occurrence and the fact that it was home to some lovely people, fought valiantly to quell the flames. Unfortunately, their efforts were in vain; the building collapsed after a second explosion rocked the structure. Nolman’s and Bellgi’s remains were found after the flames had finally subsided.
The children were devastated. Bol held his sister as she bawled for days long after the occurrence. The tragedy was too much for the girl. She had to get away from the place where her parents died for no good reason. Despite Bol’s insistence that they could rebuild and start anew, “just like ma and pop would want,” she couldn’t stand looking at the empty space where her home once stood. So, with the few marks she had saved and any amount well-wishers and sympathizers would donate, she took the first ferry ride she could find to Trelis Weyr.
By the time she had landed, Goblenn had realized that the fare to get to her new home had sapped her few marks into oblivion. Genuinely distressed, she began to beg for marks from traders, runners, anybody that cold loan a mark or two. She lived off of this for a day or so, but the charity of others only ran so far. It wasn’t long until they were telling her “Go find an actual way of earning marks!” One day, Goblenn was up to her usual begging when a passing man heard the commotion. “Let the poor girl be poor,” he snorted. “’s not like she’ll get anywhere in life.”
Enraged by what the man had said, she dove for his pockets, snatching anything and everything that she could before darting off. She heard the pounding of footsteps behind her, his shouting and cursing, the thumping of her heart in her ears. It was so scary, so dangerous, so… exhilarating. With renewed energy, she leapt a fence and escaped into the lower caverns. Once she was certain that she had lost the man, she checked her prizes. A smile played on her lips at the surprising amount of marks that lay in her now-sweaty palm.
As the Turns passed, Goblenn refined and perfected her art. A few times, she was caught, yes, but those few times were nothing in comparison to the vast number of times she succeeded. In the shadow of night, she got away with pocketing plenty of marks that weren’t hers. She learned the hard way not to trust others; one too many a time, she opened up her “profession” to a “friend” and found herself being forced to relinquish all of her spoils the next morning. Confined to her world amongst those that want her to pay back all that she has taken, the political stirrings of the Rebellion meant nothing.
At the sounds of a Gather, Goblenn cracked the faintest of smiles. There would be plenty of unsuspecting victims, leaving their money out to be taken off of their hands. And she would be the one to do it.
Dragon/Wher
Name: Goblesk
Pronunciation: GOB-lesk
Age: Newborn (0 Turns)
Type: Wher
Rank: Topaz
Size: Full Growth: 6.1 ft
Color Codes: Main Body - FF5721
Wings/Back Streak - FFA500
Appearance: Spindly wings with little membrane between, very long and thin tail and legs, thick trunk. Often will get unbalanced because of her build. <WIP>
Personality: Incredibly prideful, thinks she's a "Red Queen", prone to fits of jealousy and rage, acts all proper afterwards, doesn't like Phobi *shadow* or any "pests". <WIP>
Mind-Voice (If applicable):
Goblesk'sGoblenn must watch Goblesk! Goblesk not tolerate less. Goblesk'sGoblenn understand?. . .GET FROM GOBLESK'SGOBLENN PUNY SHADOW! FEAR GOBLESK, ALL FEAR GOBLESK, ALL LOVE GOBLESK, GOBLESK IS RED QUEEN! Does all understand now? Good, food must be.
How the voice sounds, any interesting inflections it has and the like, can be bulleted.
