Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 17, 2017 13:54:55 GMT -8
"Ash-Wolf", Taas Aska'Valadyr Paer
Resolve level: 1
Resolve level: 1
-Appearance
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Physical Description: Standing at a fairly imposing height of 5'10" for her sex, she makes up in her scale with her innate oddity and ferocious appearance.
Her body is rather thick with muscle weighing her at roughly 191lbs(or 86kgs), built from endurance and a harsh life, very much the woodcutter's structure. Though, for all her outdoorsy nature, she is curiously pale; unnaturally so. Patches of ashy tissue splotch the scarred canvas of her skin, in generally unnoticeable ways.
The primary arteries and veins of her person are rather prominent. Arms, neck, legs, etc.
Her face is long, horselike, in the way her cheekbones lay shallow and tight on her face, with a long straight nose, that protudes in a queer manner.
The root of the nose, the point where the nose breaks off from the nose at a tangent, lacks the typical dip most noses do. Indeed, it's rather flat and straight; her forhead and nose making a flush and almost ethereally elegant angle from hairline to nose point.
Taas' nose is fair and oddly pretty, nostrils none too large, tucked nicely and the tip only slightly hooked.
The fuller that leads to her lips is rather rectangular, and the lips are flat and thin. The mouth itself protruding only slightly from her profile, with the lips boasting only a slight flux in weight. They're uniquely bluish in tone.
It's a mouth that's always eager to smile, looking prettier when it does; though uncomfortably serious when it's not.
Her eyes are deeply set into their sockets, almost hooded by her brow, with a slight downward angle. Even still, they are markedly shrewd looking, the sharp but elegant rolls making for an innate piercing gaze.
Perhaps, what she owes most to her intimidating gaze, is the vibrant amber, yellowy, hue that they boast. Nigh gilded when bright light is held near, orangey when far away.
Her jawline is strong, and fine. With a chin of smallish nature, but a the jawline's slightly obtuse angle and wide set manages to maintain a level of warrior-esque nature.
Her hair is prominently white, like snow, and cut in a rather haphazard fashion; no doubt with a knife. Her left facing boasts longer strands than the right, which is cut close to the scalp. The hair gets cut shorter near the back.
Her fingers are notably more callous along the digits, than the palms and back of the hand, in credence to the gloves she wears.
-scars-
She boasts a severe facial burn over her right facing, melted down to the bone in certain spots. Her right eye is bare and glassy after it had been balmed and treated. Her cheekbone and several of her molar and frontal teeth peak out from the burned skin.
The burn covers the entirety of her right face, tapering off near her ear and down her shoulder, stopping at her bicep and collar bone. It doubly creeps slightly towards the leftern side of Taas' face, particularly over her nose, a curling wisp of burn tissue goes over the bridge of her nose.
A scar pulls at her left eye, stopping just across her jowls, towards the fuller of her lips.
A final scar, is a branding of a 'G' on her forhead. It is made of 3 sharply cut lines, with the serif flourish of the 'G' being made of two short angles, making an arrow like shape.
Her body is a veritable amalglamation of cuts and burns; never seemingly the same at every glance. New callous and scars cover the old, in a patchwork of history that tells more tales than any tome.
Regardless, there are a few notable... landmarks of scars on the landscape of Taas' body.
Markedly, her back boasts dangerously deep grooves, where a whip or blunt blade cut close to the bone. At the valley of each groove, a small patch of bone is scarcely concealed, despite years of healing.
Her breasts and sex have been maimed in a grotesque, burned manner in an attempt at castration in a rough sense.
Attire:
A quilted shoulderpad covers her left facing, held fast by belts. While a leather tunic is draped over her person, a chainmaille hauberk lays beneath.
Her trousers are doubly, vertically, quilted. Ending at her knees, where furred and wrapped boots cover her calf and feet. Leather chaps cover her legs in their entirety, latching across her thighs and under and around her foot.
Her forhead and eye are markedly bound by some loose bandages; the bandages about her glassy eye are typically loose and need re-tightening, but the bandages about her forhead are thick and tight.
-Biography
Quirks:
Bardic - Has a knack for songs and stories
Quick-Friends - The best foot forward, is a friendly one. For better or worse.
Uncouth - Manners take a backseat to pleasure.
Impulsive - Idle hands are the Devil's playground.
Scrapper - Don't gotta get drunk, or angry, to cast a fist...
Synopsis: Born to a Hunter's name, and a Hunter's family; all she knew was the hunt. T'ill the day that civilization cut down her family's trees, and put lines in the snow and turf. Wherein, she found pleasantry in finer things: dolls, instruments, books, and fine silver ware. It was her favorite, the fancy silverware; the shinier, the better.
Taas' family disliked the new ways, and how quickly she was taken to them. So they sent her away, to find her hunter's spirit again: she did, and so too the way of the world. For better, or worse; her body tells that story.
Regardless, it is a desire to close that story, that she comes here: to the Hamlet. To expunge any doubt that she is not a Hunter, to quiet the stories that... where she once begged to hear, she wishes to silence.
Death, and The Hunt; there is no finer ending.
Full TBR
Misc. Notes:
Facial scar is the most notable; other scars are generally covered up.
Her back-most scars are seemingly the most fresh, and seem to hurt the most.
A deer-skull fetishal icon is braided in leather about the haft of her ax. An amber gemstone is set in the forhead of it.
She talks with an Islander slur,
"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"
"Th'quick brown fox jumps o'er th'lazy dogg"
With a slight Northish twang,
"Th'quick brown fox jumps o'er th'lazy dog"
"T'quick brown fox jumps o'er t'lazy dog"
Her pronunciation of 'th' fades in and out, as well as her capacity to remember suffixes and prefixes; such as 's' and 'ed'; occasionally sounding them out as quick 't' or 'z' sounds
A mixture of South English Brit and Old Germanic, vaguely.
She has a raspish nature to the more extreme decibels of her vocabulary, and a middling tone; not quite manly but not exactly a fair maiden.
In a poetic sense: her fairness was burned out of her.
She has a resting, gloomy face; though her eyes are almost always alight with a childish delight. It's, at face value, a gloomsome manner: though its in her eyes that she seems to always be smiling.
She has recently revealed to Villon, Nasuada/Tris, and Mithra that she is an Abomination. Of Eldritch-Fungal origin. In an aural fashion, she would seem unnaturally clean and almost divine; it would be unsettling to others of more chaotic transformation. She seems to have relative control on whatever her abominable force is.
ABOMINATION INFO:
Name: Ashen One, Ash-Wolf, Aska, Valadyr, Ashes, Soot
Appearance: A large, ash-hued creature that amplifies and extends Taas' muscles and bones. She grows to about 6'8", with long, but tightly bound muscles. Her veins become bloated with a glowing white substance, and her eyes become prominently gold in hue.
Her form is as scarred as her old self, though her hair stays, and splotches of the same snow white hair are spread across her person.
Her fingers extend into black granite-like talons, with white veins flowing through it. Her toes doubly form into raptor like talons.
Her mouth distends to a rat-like snout, with razor sharp and layer teeth filling her mouth. Her tongue lengthens and tapers.
Strengths: Boasts immense capacities for damage in the first moments of the transformation: her strength, speed, and reflexes are roughly tripled, though she is still prone to mortal harm. Her sense of smell and taste are enhanced as well, akin to a bloodhound. She doubly is less prone to blacking out in this stance.
Her skin is equivalent to thick hide. Her talons are devastating; capable of dealing slashing damage as well as blunt, and are akin to stone
She can call upon the Abomination state at will, and can come out of it just as easily. She will often pull herself out if she feels she's losing herself.
Weaknesses: Amplifications swiftly decline after the first minute, and stress starts to mount exponentially as Taas loses herself to the abominable state.
She boasts no enhanced endurance past her own innate endurance. Light wounds (bruises, shallow cuts, etc.) are healed, while larger wounds are staunched upon entering the form; exiting will return the wounds to an agitated state (even if healed previously(recently ie; field remedies)).
Upon leaving this state, she will need a recovery time for her mind to catch up: time is equivalent to the time she spent in the state. After one minute, she needs exponential cooldown;
1:30 - 10:30
2:00 - 20:00
2:30 - 30:00
3:00 - 1:00:00
In the cooldown state, she is more numb to pain but also suffers from disorientation and confusion. Her capacity to communicate is reduced to pre-sentient terms. She is capable of attacks and defense, but in clumsy and tactless ways.
During this time, her skin drains from an ashen hue, and her veins stop bulging and pulsing white. Her eye glasses over as she adopts a rather blank, or pained look.
Even after cooldown, she is still drained and will be a bit clueless to immediate memories. Extensive lengths in her Abomination state will result in permanent memory loss
If she stays in her form for too long, she can get stuck there. She will naturally leave the state if she falls unconscious, but if she is suffering from intensive adrenal shock, she will be stuck in a state inbetween and may enter a coma-like state(ala, high-stress death).
-Skills & Equipment
Weapons: A heavy, outward swooped lumberjack's ax with a braided tassle and fetish at the haft. A short and heavy seax hidden underneath her quilted shoulder pad, made with antler and iron.
Armor: A thick leather tunic, quilted-padded shoulder pad and pants, leather chaps, chainmail hauberk
Other gear: A scroll with a black-green seal, a raven blood-eagled on it is hidden under her quilted shoulderguard. Recently acquired a French theorbo lute, with a smalish body, and a long neck: the whole being thereabouts 1.3 meters long
Strengths : A skilled, adaptable musician and singer. An accomplished and clever fighter, and brawler; she's just as deadly with an ax as without. Fairly quick, capable of catching the hand of most cutpurses. Good endurance and manoveurability. Good at guessing distances.
Weaknesses : Quick to anger, and eager to fight; she doesn't really need a reason to punch a fool for the hell of it. Nothing personal. Overtly trusting, even when her gut says it's dangerous or bad, she'll trust the sleezebags. Close-sighted. A bit slow at running. A bad cook.