Shiona Kelton
Sept 13, 2010 1:54:23 GMT -5
Post by Shiona on Sept 13, 2010 1:54:23 GMT -5
The Player:
OOC Account: Narxus
What do you wish to be called?: whatever you like.
Other Characters: Not currently
Basic Character Information:
Name: Shiona Kelton
Nickname(s): Shio
Gender:Female
Age: 35
Allegiance:Anti-Pravus
Occupation (Position) : Bartender at On the Rocks
Species: Human
Physical Appearance :
Hair: Raven black with alternating locks of dark gray. It hangs just past her ears
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5' 3"
Build: Lean and wiry
Skintone: Lightly tanned
Other Appearance Information: Despite her skills, Shiona is a very small woman. She's not a midget by any means, but she is extremely. . . compact would be the word. At an unintimidating five foot and change, she's certainly smaller then most. As well, she's not particularly curvy or muscular either. Instead of great slabs, her body is made up of wires of lean, hard muscle obtained from long use and constant practice. She likes spending some time outside, particularly outside the walls where she challenges herself against the infected. As a consequence, her skin is tanned a light brown that is broken here and there with pale white scar tissue. And from her constant fighting, her skin is leather-hard with tough calluses on her primary striking spots (hands, elbows, knees, and feet mostly). Shio's face is fairly thing with a gentle nose and small chin. In fact, her face makes her look slightly elfin. Her dual-tone hair, cut in a style similar to a pageboy, doesn't help matters. Nor do her rather large hazel eyes sparkling with mischeif. Her only real distinguishing mark is a flourished 'P' on her right shoulder with a knife-scar splitting the letter in half.
Shiona doesn't like clothes much, so she generally has two outfits that she has almost exclusively. The first is her work outfit. Only worn during her shifts at On the Rocks, it is probably the nicest set of clothes that she has. It starts with a sky-blue dress shirt with oxford collar and sleeves that go down to the wrist. It tucks into a pleated white-skirt that falls down to her ankles. Her feet are covered by light-blue high heels, and there is a white bow-tie around her neck. The actual tie-it-yourself bowtie, not the lame clip on. the woman's other usual outfit is vastly different, and more useful. Instead of the skirt, she has a pair of tight, black leather jeans held up with a braided leather belt. The heels are traded for a pair of steel-toed, black combat boots that have seen much use. The dress shirt is changed into a faded dark-gray cotton tee, with a battered black leather jacket scarred by knives. Her hands are somewhat protected by knuckle-less gloves that only go up to the first knuckle on the fingers. As a final touch, she has a steel dog-tag around her neck with the word Myster.
Personality:
Likes:
- A good Brawl
- Niero
- Alcohol
- playing tricks
- storm-watching
- picking fights
- parties
Dislikes:
- Enigma
- Pravus
- Prohibition
- infected
- being kicked out of places
- serious people
- cops
- chauvinistic idiots
Strengths:
- Knows every type of martial art and unorthadox fighting style.
- Knows all the bartender tricks to keep patrons entertained
- very nimble
- Extremely cunning
- fairly good with tactics
- observant
Weaknesses:
- Has a weakness for the bottle; thankfully she only indulges off the job.
- Not very muscle-strong
- Hates being in the rain
- Short temper fuse
- goes off on any mention of Pravus or Enigma
- can't figure out puzzles
Personality:
Shiona is fun-loving, an aspect that she obtained fairly recently. She's always ready with a quick laugh and an easy smile, and she seems to be constantly amused at the world. She takes very little seriously, and treats most like one big game. Shio will tease anyone around her mercilessly, particularly anyone that looks like they need a good rousing. She does seem to be full of energy, and can't seem to sit still for long. In fact, being still seems to make her nervous. Her wit is fairly sharp, and she can come up with a myriad of characteristics to describe a person, and she rarely uses anything that's been overused. Shiona does, however, detest lying unless it is one hundred percent necessary. She, herself, has to lie constantly in order to stay away from Pravus' reach.
The woman can sometimes be a little petty, getting upset if things don't go her way. She will set her sights lower if needed, but she will never take her eyes after what she really wants until she gets it. Then she'll either forget about it or simply add it to her collection. Serious people bore her, and will be the most likely to fall under her pranks. Shiona does absolutely hate Pravus with all her heart. The ex-officer is ex for a reason, and even if circumstances hadn't lead to her splitting then she might have ran later then that. Mentions of either Enigma or Pravus will send her into a seething rage that takes her a while to get out of, though she needs to control it if she's to keep out of their long reach. She also likes picking fights with almost anything that catches her fancy, be it drunken bozo or mad infected; and she thrills in victory. She is loyal to her friends and pokemon, however, so don't you dare mess with them.
Background:
History:
Shiona used to be a Pravus officer. She grew up in poverty. When she got old enough, she’d help take care other people in exchange for a few pieces of food, some spare change. She managed to snag a job as a school teacher, and she grew in income. But things, were not as they seemed. One day, a small-time gang demanded a tribute for protection. If she didn’t provide? Kidnapped, enslaved, and forced to be the gang’s toy. She became desperate when her income proved not enough, and she ended up giving the gang the very last of the last of her cash. Left poor once again, with the gang‘s payday looming large on the horizon, she managed to get a hold of Pravus’ attention. They offered to ‘take care’ of the local bullies in exchange for her services in their army. Once the gang was dust, they took her to Pravus HQ. They trained her to be a Major, and she got tactical lessons as well as physical combat. Once training was complete, she was presented with her very own pokemon; a Riolu. She thrived, and became one of the most competent and successful majors. Her new life was better then an unimportant girl living on the outskirts of a small gathering of people, to small to be a village. But, her life came crashing down one day, and she blames it all on Enigma.
Her troops had discovered a hidden group of clones. Shiona gave the full order to attack, and they were making good progress. The clones were tiring, and falling one-by-one. And then another clone group stumbled upon them. She had her troops concentrate on them, when a messenger came up. He said that the higher-ups desired her to fall-back. The message was from a rival within Pravus, but she would never learn that. Uneasy and confused, she never-the-less gave the order. She had them go back to HQ, and as her men went back to barracks, she was hauled to the Council-chamber. She was demanded as to why she pulled back. She retorted that they had given the orders. When they replied that they had done no such thing, she went speechless in shock. Taking that as an admission of guilt, they ordered her expulsion from the organization. As she turned to leave, she thought she heard, “Make sure that it’s final.” In Enigma’s voice. Scared and angry, she ran for it.
On the run, she managed to hide herself within Nada Citadel. She cut and dyed her hair, and went under a new name. She lies low now, alternately nervous and rage-filled. She’s nervous from anticipating discovery, and angry at the situation itself. Now she lives for vengeance, and the ultimate toppling of Pravus from it’s guilt-lined throne.
Characters Pokemon:
Name: Niero
Species: Lucario
Level: 46
Personality:: Niero is very level-headed. He has to be, with an out-of-control mistress. He usually cautions her on her actions. When fighting, he takes a buisiness-like approach. He will simply do as he’s told. He seems to be completely devoid of anger, and with Shiona around, that’s a very good thing. He won’t hesitate to disobey orders, if the mean trouble for his trainer, or for the populace in general. He’s loyal though, and he will defend her.
Attacks:
- Dark Pulse
- Counter
- Force Palm
- Giga Impact
- Swords Dance
- Double Team
- Vacuum Wave
- Protect
Name: Darius
Species: Shuppet
Level: 31
Personality:
The Shuppet is a bit shallow, and very obsessed with appearances. He likes to critique Shiona’s clothes, and hair. He is also a bit of a pacifist, and would rather be a chatty Kathy, than a fighter. Being rather ancient, and undead, he has a hard time understanding humans, and is usually fascinated by technology. The shuppet also likes to flirt with other males, including Shiona’s rather conservative Lucario, Niero.
Attacks:
- Screech
- Nightshade
- Will-o-whisp
- Shadow Ball
- Shadow Sneak
Name: Queenie
Species: Scyther
Level: 39
Personality: Queenie is a pretty bug pokemon. She takes good care of her shimmery green carapace, and sharpens her blades constantly, honing them till they can split a hair with ease. Those razor edges are great in battle, and in order to keep from getting too dirty, Queenie goes straight for the throat. She doesn't hesitate in attacking or killing another pokemon.
Ability: Swarm
Attacks:
- Bug Buzz
- Vacuum Wave
- Leer
- Agility
- Wing attack
Name: Aya
Species: Absol
Level: 42
Gender: Female
Ability:
Personality:
Aya filled out easily enough, though can still be rather protective of her food. The Absol gets on well enough with Queenie, and Niero. She has not forgotten the ghost’s insult however, and takes oppurtunities to tease him. This female Absol is a bit haughty, and suspicious. One who is easily annoyed by long periods of sitting. First and foremost, she is a mother. Her son being the only thing that melts her, and he can almost always draw a smile to her face. The awkward questions though, are her main stumbling block. Touch him. You will die. Aya has a linear manner of thinking, and has a hard time explaining herself in the human language. Her speech is broken, and usually filled with references to ancient television shows. The straightforward Absol is good at offering advice, not that she won’t complain about it.
Attacks:
- Leer
- Quick Attack
- Razor Wind
- Future Sight
- Swords Dance
- Pursuit
- Me First
Name: Kole
Species: Absol
Level: 8
Gender: Male
Ability:
Personality:
Aya's cub. This little fellow is rather shy, and easily made embarrassed. When meeting new people he tends to hide behind his mother, and only make polite comments when required. When he gets to know you though, he laughs, and smiles. Not to mention, asks questions. Lots of them. Most of them extremely awkward. Especially when he drudges up things you had thought he had long since forgotten about. He is known for being a voracious eater, but he is a growing boy after all. He happens to find Darius very interesting, and follows him from room to room. Occasionally trying to follow him through walls as well. Which, as you can guess, ends with a headache. His mother believes this clumsiness, and infatuation with ghosts, comes form his father’s side of the family.
Attacks:
- Hex
- Assurance
- Scratch
- Feint
- Curse
- Leer
Name: Hyde
Species: Infernape
Level: 44
Gender: Male
Ability:Blaze
Personality:Hyde has a bit of a problem. He’s a pyromaniac, and has a habit of setting all sorts of things on fire. He does it when walking, and even more often when sleeping. Besides that he’s a whiny voiced little cuss, who adores complaining, and pranks. He's a coward, and not one for fighting. He‘d much rather set fire to your sleeping form than fight you by day. However, he is extremely arrogant and always picks a fight with one of Shiona's other pokemon, then backs off from the fight quickly. He does have a good side, however. He's got a silver tongue and compliments everyone daily, and he just loves spending time with Kole, despite Aya's glares and daily threats to kill him.
Attacks:
- Mach Punch
- Flame Wheel
- Flame charge
- Acrobatics
- Shockwave
- Submission
- Thunder Punch
Name: Tike
Species: Tynamo
Level: 12
Gender: Male
Ability: Levitate
Current Experience: 0/?
Origins: As a Christmas gift from the event!
Personality: This one is a little big for his britches. A childish little fish, he will charge straight into trouble or danger without a second thought, getting himself and possibly others into trouble. He is a spunky creature with quite a bit of sass, but also rather uncontrollable bouts of temper tantrums. It's like having an undisciplined child.
Attacks:
- Tackle
- Spark
- Charge Beam
- Thunder Wave
- Magnet Rise
Role Playing Sample:
I watch, and I wait. I feel like a spider, watching the plump fly drone closer to my trap. I was no spider, however, and I waited for no fly. My prey was an archmage of tremendous ability. I was being paid rather handsomely for this, and up front too. Rare is the customer who is willing to shell out 50,000 pieces of solid gold. At least, not before a job is done.
A gasp, a mere escape of breath, and my target lay dead at my feet. My blade bloodies; and my pockets soon to be fuller.
This wasn’t a bad guy; but simply a threat to my current employer. Morals don’t come into my business, they never really did. The assassin who questions morals is soon to be assassinated himself.
Washed with still-warm gore, I panic. What was I thinking? This target was a well-known and powerful man. I got lucky, and risked everything for a simple bite to eat. Was this how I really wanted to live?
I takes patience, to wait in the territory of a mark. I’d rather kill him straight off, but the man who hired me wanted a stealthy home kill. A message sent to allies of the mage. I rarely argued. If the man felt important enough to buy me, surely he was allowed to feel superior enough to constrain me. Soon enough, he’d piss someone else off; and then I’d be after him.
“I-I don’t know if I can do this anymore…” Reeling, I faced the people who had taken care of me. My family and home vanished, but the new blood-stains didn’t. No matter how thoroughly washed, they stayed. A testament to the scum I’d killed; and who I’d become.
Finally, the servants began extinguishing the lamps. A pretty well-to-do man; if he can afford the gallons of oil needed to fill the estate. Magic was a profitable source of income, apparently.
My friend smiled, and laid a hand on my shivering shoulder. “Niele, Niele. We don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, really we don’t. You do have to see, however, we’re poor. The black side of the law pays well, and hitmen are always called for. You have the skills, my friend. Can we really pay to have you leave?”
I walked behind the head maid. She was going to check on her master before turning in. I was going to turn him off, before checking out. Making no sudden movements, I followed her to the master bedroom, and then beyond. Clever man; but not more so than I.
I was paid blood money. For a bloody job. In retrospect, it was actually easy. I HAD been a soldier before. I knew how to kill a man. But to make a profit of it? Mercenaries did that. No honor in them, and now none in me. I resigned myself to a career and eternity in everlasting hell.
The maid closed the door behind her, but I was already in. There he was, the mark. He was huddled over some immense book, back turned to me. He was vulnerable, and now it was time to strike.
I watched my foster family smile as the money came in. I couldn’t smile, myself. But I was now…content. They needed me, and I needed to see them smile.
I crept up to the man, my hidden blade ready to plunge into his heart. I must’ve gotten sloppy and made a noise, because he turned just as I plunged the blade. He grimaced as it sunk into his arm, but he wasn’t dead nor dying. I cursed, and detached the blade from my wrist, and then I twitched my arm. Three triple-bladed claws emerged over my hand, and I plunged those forward. This time, I hit him in his throat. He spat blood on me and clawed at my hand in vain. And then he did something unexpected, he reached for my head. Shocked, I flinched back. He had grasped the rim of my mask, and my flinch detached it from my face. I quickly raised my free hand to hide my face, but too little too late. As the last of his blood flowed over my hand, my target smiled. I heard his death spell in the air of the room, though he couldn’t speak himself. The words hung over me like a death sentence, and indeed they were.
“Rash ka Eair.” Ancient language for ‘Raise the Hunt. A death spell that worked as a double-bladed sword. Immediate eradication of an enemy, in exchange for your soul. All that was required was the face of the target, my face. As the invocation rang about the chamber, the mage’s body dissolved to ash, and then flew out the open window. Dreading what I’d see, I went to the window and looked out.
Coalescing on the lawn was one of the Hunter’s Hounds. The wielder of the spell turned into one for the duration of the hunt, and then his soul was for the Hunter to do as he will. The Hound gazed at me with dirty yellow eyes, and howled. Next to him, in his blood-stained hunting leathers, was the demonic Hunter himself. I felt him put a tag on me, and then he grinned.
I shivered, and then turned back into the room and began rifling through the papers scattered on the desk as quick as I could. Every so often, a powerful mage would create a Trans-dimensional Sigil. And there it was. I hurriedly brushed my hand across it, and I felt it come to life. As the Arch mage’s Howling grew, I plunged myself into the sigil; seeking to escape my fate. A slight burn, and then I was thrown into a whirling vortex of gold. A trans-dimensional portal that will let me stave off my fate. As I fell through, I heard the Hunter laugh and the Mage howl.
So, the assassin of 99 lives. How about you make it 100 for me? You see, I have this irritating mage who threatens me daily. How about it? I’ll make it worth your while…
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