Post by rumsztyk on Dec 14, 2017 18:02:08 GMT -8
Jowita Burza, "The Storm of Eastern Marches"
Resolve level: 0 [optional]
-Appearance
Age: 31
Sex: Female
Physical Description: A flurry of auburn hair frame her oval face, though she usually keeps them tied neatly as a ponytail. Her lips are unusually thin for a woman of Slavic descent, and the corners of her brown eyes bear the slightest hints of wrinkling. Sharp nose and high cheekbones give her a predatory look. Standing a good 1.7 metres, she has the wasp's waist. Her unrelenting glare does make one feel on the verge of being stung. She does bear scars on her body, mainly legs and torso, fortunately for her the attire covers them all under normal circumstances.
Attire: Being of noble descent, she does have a number of outfits for various weather conditions. Most often she is wearing a loose white shirt, buttoned all the way to the neck, under tight leather jacket, or a protective leather armor, sleeveless, if she needs it. A sabre and a flintlock are holstered at her belt. For colder weathers, a fur trimmed coat with a fancy hat keeps her warm.
Winter attire:
-Biography
Quirks:
-Quick reflexes. Often catch her adversaries unaware.
-Tough on mind and body. Can take a hit or an insult, and throws one right back.
-Overconfident... Or is she? Time will tell, for now her winning streak is unblemished by failure.
-Curious. Eager to go deeper to places unseen.
-Free spirited. In a bad sense - rebellious and uncooperative.
Backstory Synopsis:
After losing her husband in an untimely fashion, she rampaged through the land seeking vengeance. Now, for her own reasons, she arrives at the Hamlet.
Full Backstory:
An unremarkable housewife she was, until her husband - a respected, noble knight - was slain in a vile coup. That day, the Storm began. The widowed Jowita took up her beloved Witold's arms. Left her son with the husband's brother - who temporarily took over the estate - and ventured forth.
Now, this was a fool's errand by all means. Jowita had no formal training with blade or gun, so did those that knew her claim. Unbeknownst to many, her husband had schooled her in those arts after Jowita expressed genuine interest, though scoffing at the practical application of it. Which is why this rampage was all the more peculiar, to the public eye at least, for it was a successful one. The men who scoffed at her shenanigans could quickly find themself with a missing ear or finger. Those who picked up arms against her, as dishonorable as it was against a noblewoman, would meet a similar fate. And the plotters who killed her husband - pawns, really - were slain without remorse. Barely satisfied, she found out soon enough her true enemy was of much grander scale. Both disgusted and disheartened by the revelation, she left the country.
And thus the Storm ended, Jowita leaving in the Hamlet's direction with an impressive score. No man in the whole Eastern Marches could prove her equal, and she did not fight only the small fry.
Misc. Notes: (Special items, notable scars, scents, how they walk, or talk, etc.)
A locket with the picture of her family: together with husband and son.
Natural swaying gait.
Polish cut-glass accent: hard consonants (especially 'r'), rather low tone.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Sabre and flintlock.
Armor: Leather armor on torso.
Other gear: -
Strengths:
Expert bladework combined with uncanny bravado make her a dangerous foe up close. Few men, even those trained in swordsmanship, could match her in speed. Competent with pistols. She can draw her gun as fast as she turns her head towards a threat. Determined, driven, unrelenting. Tough on body and spirit - once she has removed a bullet from her body, with alcohol as her only anaesthetic. Independent and courageous, not shying away from a fight even when outmatched.
Weaknesses:
Reckless. Arrogant and overconfident. Knows not when to give up. Self-centered and quite vocal about anything that does not suit her. Her unrelenting offensive in combat often leaves her lacking in defense - deathly peril in prolonged combat. So far she hadn't been outmatched, which furthers her recklessness. No knowledge of firearms beyond basic operation - shooting and loading.
Resolve level: 0 [optional]
-Appearance
Age: 31
Sex: Female
Physical Description: A flurry of auburn hair frame her oval face, though she usually keeps them tied neatly as a ponytail. Her lips are unusually thin for a woman of Slavic descent, and the corners of her brown eyes bear the slightest hints of wrinkling. Sharp nose and high cheekbones give her a predatory look. Standing a good 1.7 metres, she has the wasp's waist. Her unrelenting glare does make one feel on the verge of being stung. She does bear scars on her body, mainly legs and torso, fortunately for her the attire covers them all under normal circumstances.
Attire: Being of noble descent, she does have a number of outfits for various weather conditions. Most often she is wearing a loose white shirt, buttoned all the way to the neck, under tight leather jacket, or a protective leather armor, sleeveless, if she needs it. A sabre and a flintlock are holstered at her belt. For colder weathers, a fur trimmed coat with a fancy hat keeps her warm.
Winter attire:
-Biography
Quirks:
-Quick reflexes. Often catch her adversaries unaware.
-Tough on mind and body. Can take a hit or an insult, and throws one right back.
-Overconfident... Or is she? Time will tell, for now her winning streak is unblemished by failure.
-Curious. Eager to go deeper to places unseen.
-Free spirited. In a bad sense - rebellious and uncooperative.
Backstory Synopsis:
After losing her husband in an untimely fashion, she rampaged through the land seeking vengeance. Now, for her own reasons, she arrives at the Hamlet.
Full Backstory:
An unremarkable housewife she was, until her husband - a respected, noble knight - was slain in a vile coup. That day, the Storm began. The widowed Jowita took up her beloved Witold's arms. Left her son with the husband's brother - who temporarily took over the estate - and ventured forth.
Now, this was a fool's errand by all means. Jowita had no formal training with blade or gun, so did those that knew her claim. Unbeknownst to many, her husband had schooled her in those arts after Jowita expressed genuine interest, though scoffing at the practical application of it. Which is why this rampage was all the more peculiar, to the public eye at least, for it was a successful one. The men who scoffed at her shenanigans could quickly find themself with a missing ear or finger. Those who picked up arms against her, as dishonorable as it was against a noblewoman, would meet a similar fate. And the plotters who killed her husband - pawns, really - were slain without remorse. Barely satisfied, she found out soon enough her true enemy was of much grander scale. Both disgusted and disheartened by the revelation, she left the country.
And thus the Storm ended, Jowita leaving in the Hamlet's direction with an impressive score. No man in the whole Eastern Marches could prove her equal, and she did not fight only the small fry.
Misc. Notes: (Special items, notable scars, scents, how they walk, or talk, etc.)
A locket with the picture of her family: together with husband and son.
Natural swaying gait.
Polish cut-glass accent: hard consonants (especially 'r'), rather low tone.
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: Sabre and flintlock.
Armor: Leather armor on torso.
Other gear: -
Strengths:
Expert bladework combined with uncanny bravado make her a dangerous foe up close. Few men, even those trained in swordsmanship, could match her in speed. Competent with pistols. She can draw her gun as fast as she turns her head towards a threat. Determined, driven, unrelenting. Tough on body and spirit - once she has removed a bullet from her body, with alcohol as her only anaesthetic. Independent and courageous, not shying away from a fight even when outmatched.
Weaknesses:
Reckless. Arrogant and overconfident. Knows not when to give up. Self-centered and quite vocal about anything that does not suit her. Her unrelenting offensive in combat often leaves her lacking in defense - deathly peril in prolonged combat. So far she hadn't been outmatched, which furthers her recklessness. No knowledge of firearms beyond basic operation - shooting and loading.
