Post by Thanatos on Dec 16, 2007 0:31:48 GMT -8
Name: Emily Bastiou
Nickname or Title: Em
Gender: Female.
Age: 17
Race: Human
Class: Primarily an Archer, but is a skilled Swordswoman
Side: Neutral
Weakness: Since she is an archer, if her right arm is injured in any form, she is rendered useless in battle because along with it being her sword arm, it’s also her drawing arm, and if she can’t hold her sword or draw an arrow, there’s really very little she can do. Mentions of her father tend to send her into a berserker-like phase as well, since only the person she blames for his death ever tends to mention him, and that puts her at a serious disadvantage because it rushes her movements and makes her insanely inaccurate.
Powers: Imbuing her weapons with fire and conjuring fire.
Default Abilities: Pyrokinesis
Abilities: Swordsmanship
Weapons: A red longbow and a sword that her father gave her.
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Family: Father: Ethan Bastiou - The original DarkFlame. Passed on his sword and his title to his daughter.
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Physical Descriptions
Weight: 150
Height: 5’10”
Hair color: Dark Red
Eye color: Brown
Personality: Over time, she has become bitter due to the loss of her father, but she does have a softer side. Since she is not currently in love with anyone, very few people have actually seen it. She is a very serious fighter and is incredibly skilled with a sword, but prefers the anonymous status of an arrow from a long distance away.
Background: Emily has never known who her mother was, because she died from giving birth to Emily and DarkFlame himself really never had a good sense of who she was. Emily was introduced to many of her father’s allying heroes, like Vesper and Minerva, at a young age, around the time she was seven, but she never met with them very often. When she turned eight, she discovered her ability to conjure fire, which was passed down from her father. It took her months, but she finally learned how to control it around her ninth birthday. When she turned ten, her father taught her how to fight with a sword, which she was almost a prodigy at. On her twelfth birthday, one of her friends gave her a bow, and she taught herself marksmanship. At one point, in a battle alongside Vesper and another hero from their guild-like group, Vesper’s lightning attack was bounced off of an enemy’s shield and it killed DarkFlame, and to this day, Emily still holds a grudge with Vesper for his death.
Sample RP: Emily silently followed a form across the plains, its coat blowing in the wind of a storm that had already passed over this particular stretch of nothingness. The broken mask and disheveled armor that had been passed down to her moved with a pleasant silence, which she was thankful for, as she did not want her prey to be aware of her presence. The form stopped, most likely to look around and get their bearings straight, or to see if there was a town on the horizon. Emily smiled and pulled an arrow from her quiver, making the tip burst into a small flame. She nocked her arrow and drew back the string, whispering ‘I’ve got you now’ to herself, so low that she herself almost could not hear it. She let loose her arrow and it fell short, so she moved closer and prepared to light another arrow, but the form drew his sword from his belt upon hearing the crackling of flames from the last arrow, and spoke without turning to face her.
“I know you’re there. You can not hide from me.” Emily laughed a little and prepared a snide remark.
“Who said I meant to hide? I would not have tried to burn this field if I meant to hide.” Emily lit another arrow, knocked it, drew back and fired, but Vesper spun out of the way of the projectile and looked right at her, into her eye that he could see, the other being obscured by the half or so a mask that she wore.
“You’re his daughter. Why fight me? Your father was an ally of mine…at times.”
“You’re also the reason he’s dead!” She nocked and fired two more arrows quickly in a row, one flying into the distance, the flame still able to be seen, and one was broken by the man’s sword while lightning coursed up its blade. She saw him glaring at her from under the hat he wore. She always wondered why he no one was ever allowed to know who he was. She snapped out of the thought as he started to speak again.
“You brought this on yourself,” She tried quickly to get another arrow, but the man slid forward quicker than she could move and he drove his blade into the armor and then into the skin and muscle of her right arm, lightning coursing through her and causing her to break into tears as she was left on the ground holding her wounded drawing arm. “I did not want to fight you. You know that. But this, this is on you.” She watched in tear filled silence as he left, lightning still flowing up and down the blade of his rapier.
Nickname or Title: Em
Gender: Female.
Age: 17
Race: Human
Class: Primarily an Archer, but is a skilled Swordswoman
Side: Neutral
Weakness: Since she is an archer, if her right arm is injured in any form, she is rendered useless in battle because along with it being her sword arm, it’s also her drawing arm, and if she can’t hold her sword or draw an arrow, there’s really very little she can do. Mentions of her father tend to send her into a berserker-like phase as well, since only the person she blames for his death ever tends to mention him, and that puts her at a serious disadvantage because it rushes her movements and makes her insanely inaccurate.
Powers: Imbuing her weapons with fire and conjuring fire.
Default Abilities: Pyrokinesis
Abilities: Swordsmanship
Weapons: A red longbow and a sword that her father gave her.
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Family: Father: Ethan Bastiou - The original DarkFlame. Passed on his sword and his title to his daughter.
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Physical Descriptions
Weight: 150
Height: 5’10”
Hair color: Dark Red
Eye color: Brown
Personality: Over time, she has become bitter due to the loss of her father, but she does have a softer side. Since she is not currently in love with anyone, very few people have actually seen it. She is a very serious fighter and is incredibly skilled with a sword, but prefers the anonymous status of an arrow from a long distance away.
Background: Emily has never known who her mother was, because she died from giving birth to Emily and DarkFlame himself really never had a good sense of who she was. Emily was introduced to many of her father’s allying heroes, like Vesper and Minerva, at a young age, around the time she was seven, but she never met with them very often. When she turned eight, she discovered her ability to conjure fire, which was passed down from her father. It took her months, but she finally learned how to control it around her ninth birthday. When she turned ten, her father taught her how to fight with a sword, which she was almost a prodigy at. On her twelfth birthday, one of her friends gave her a bow, and she taught herself marksmanship. At one point, in a battle alongside Vesper and another hero from their guild-like group, Vesper’s lightning attack was bounced off of an enemy’s shield and it killed DarkFlame, and to this day, Emily still holds a grudge with Vesper for his death.
Sample RP: Emily silently followed a form across the plains, its coat blowing in the wind of a storm that had already passed over this particular stretch of nothingness. The broken mask and disheveled armor that had been passed down to her moved with a pleasant silence, which she was thankful for, as she did not want her prey to be aware of her presence. The form stopped, most likely to look around and get their bearings straight, or to see if there was a town on the horizon. Emily smiled and pulled an arrow from her quiver, making the tip burst into a small flame. She nocked her arrow and drew back the string, whispering ‘I’ve got you now’ to herself, so low that she herself almost could not hear it. She let loose her arrow and it fell short, so she moved closer and prepared to light another arrow, but the form drew his sword from his belt upon hearing the crackling of flames from the last arrow, and spoke without turning to face her.
“I know you’re there. You can not hide from me.” Emily laughed a little and prepared a snide remark.
“Who said I meant to hide? I would not have tried to burn this field if I meant to hide.” Emily lit another arrow, knocked it, drew back and fired, but Vesper spun out of the way of the projectile and looked right at her, into her eye that he could see, the other being obscured by the half or so a mask that she wore.
“You’re his daughter. Why fight me? Your father was an ally of mine…at times.”
“You’re also the reason he’s dead!” She nocked and fired two more arrows quickly in a row, one flying into the distance, the flame still able to be seen, and one was broken by the man’s sword while lightning coursed up its blade. She saw him glaring at her from under the hat he wore. She always wondered why he no one was ever allowed to know who he was. She snapped out of the thought as he started to speak again.
“You brought this on yourself,” She tried quickly to get another arrow, but the man slid forward quicker than she could move and he drove his blade into the armor and then into the skin and muscle of her right arm, lightning coursing through her and causing her to break into tears as she was left on the ground holding her wounded drawing arm. “I did not want to fight you. You know that. But this, this is on you.” She watched in tear filled silence as he left, lightning still flowing up and down the blade of his rapier.
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