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Eliziath
Eliziath "Liz" Thorn
| Name | Eliziath |
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| Status | Active |
| Occupation | Primarily a mercenary/blade for hire, though she has been through most battle-related professions. Renowned for her dagger expertise. |
| Age | Middle-aged |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Wanderer |
| Kinship | Fellowship of Fidelity |
| Outward Appearance | By first glance it is made clear that Eliziath is a rough and weathered woman. Yet even more so one of a shroud of mystery and disturbing, cold, calm...First focus would be her face, which in itself is rough and often covered with a thin layer of dirt. A slight scar's painting the frontier of her jawline, clearly inflicted by the cruel edge of a blade sometime in the past. Her expression of course varies, but one can't help but to notice that sometimes it almost seems like her face becomes a new one if only she wills. Her lips are slim, carrying a natural tone, not too unlike the rest of her face. Her right eye is usually covered up by an eyepatch, her left one intact and toned with a deep and calming colour of green.
(While not a physical descriptive image, it truly highlights the whole aura of mystery behind the character, and of course the unyielding calm. In addition it is not the image of a perfect woman, judging from what little skin is revealed. So in the end I find this a fair example of how I myself portray the character. An image says more than a thousand words after all, no? Art by PhoenixalThor, inspired by pacsaman)
Then comes her attire, which is usually consisting of a crimson set of boiled leather. Clearly expensive judging by quality and appearance, though weathered and rough much like the woman itself. With it comes also a crimson cloth of thick fabric, hanging either from her neck, or veiling her face. By her waist a leather belt is always to be seen. From it hangs two scabbards as well as several pouches, satchels and other objects worthy of a wanderer . Resting within the depths of the scabbards are two daggers, well-kept and of unyielding quality.
Her overall approach is a true mystery. It is as if she's capable of reading you before even exchanging words. More often than not you get to hear and see what you wish to experience - as if she can read your mind only by exchanging looks. An artist, a judge of character, a master of deception - and a good one too.
Eliziath ThornA Diamond in the Rough |
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Background
The Curious' Question
"Miss Thorn?" the tavern patron says, repeating the question before tilting his head to the right upon realizing what he was just asked, in light consideration and thought. He then rather suddenly breaks out into a light chuckle, slamming a firm palm over his bent knee while screaming out aloud, clearly having downed a few too many drinks tonight.
"Are ye' tellin' me ye' 'aven' 'eard of Miss Thorn? A'igh'... Nae' from these parts then, I take it... I 'now a thin' or two 'bou' t' lass... Bu' I'm sure I woul' remember more if ye' woul' only loosen my tongue, if ye' get my meanin'..." the patron utters hintingly, extending for the curious person a palm. Soon enough a silver coin granted. The patron grasps about it with a greedy smirk, before allowing for it to slide into his pocket. First then does he allow for his eyes to befall the curious, suddenly turning serious as his speech is about to resume, his dry lips parting.
"Miss Thorn... Aye? Creepy lass tha'... Not much is 'nown 'bou her other than wha' is obvious by lookin' upon her display... Well, rumours reach my 'earin' now an' then, but rumours are rumours..." he shrugs lightly, before proceeding with a hushed voice, throwing glances about to ensure they're alone regulary as he speaks; "People talk 'bou' 'er bein' one of 'em blades fer 'ire... A mercenary... Surely n' assassin as well! Of course, only rumours... It woul' seem her origin lies within Bree-Lands also... Who woul' 'ave guessed? If ye' seek information, she is t' one t' ask, or so my sources 'ave put forth. Me? I woul' never dare... Look into 'er eye, n' ye' will understan' why..."
The patron's voice fades away, leaving the rest unspoken, before skipping away hastily towards the bar - leaving the curious personality perhaps even more curious than before...
| Friends | |
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| Relatives | None Known |
| Rivals/Enemies | Nourien (enemy) |
| Loves | Calm, a returned smile, rain, nature/outdoor scenery & fighting to name a few. |
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| Hates | Arrogance & Ignorance are two aspects Eliziath can't stand. People whom considers themselves above herself and others, while actually below or equal is perhaps the strongest source of hatred she's in possession of at the time. |
| Motivation | Renown, fortune & experience is the motivation she wants for people to believe her following. |
| Quotes | "The path of deception is the route I must follow in order to achieve my goals.", "There is no such thing as impossible tasks, only insufficient determination." |
Eliziath's Adventures
| Cold Statisfaction | 14 years 2 months ago |
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