Post by Drifter on Jul 1, 2011 4:08:31 GMT -8
Draeké: "Have no fear, Dreaké's here!"
Drif: "So she'll hurt herself on her own sword and save you the trouble!"
Draeké *punches Driphtyr*.
Name: Draeké Courtney Kittin
Nickname(s)/Alias(es):
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birthdate: February 21
Birthplace: Dragon City, southeast Azaria.
Race: Cat-descendant.
Nationality: Azarian.
Languages Spoken: Common and Felven.
Current Residence: Any barracks or tavern will do.
Eye Color: Sapphire.
Hair Color: Pink.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Distinguishing Markings(Tattoos, Piercings, etc): white cat ears and tail.
Morality: Chaotic Good (rebellious, but a protector of people's rights and freedom).
Disability: Stubborn.
Allergies: "Allergic to stupidity." ~Draeké.
Blood Type: O+
Sexuality: Straight (assumed).
Family: Driphtyr (twin brother).
Class(es)/Occupation(s): Paladin, assigned to duty only recently.
Abilities: Catlike senses and reflexes, strong and tough, but not very well liked. Not very wise, but wise enough to know her role.
Weapons: Greatsword, shortbow.
Other Important Items/Equipment: Breastplate armour, grieves, boots, gauntlets, bracers, gauntlets and the occasional helmet.
Biography:
Draeké is a paladin. When she was younger, she and her brother Driphtyr were both competitive and into swordplay. Their paths split when they were teenagers, and while her brother became a defender and worked on his ability to take damage for his friends, Draeké joined the local law enfacement.
Unlike her fellow crusaders, Draeké isn't very pious, or very inclined to follow rules. She drops innuendoes frequently, and enjoys a drink or two, while her superior Tennant Baker rolls his eyes at everything she does.
"Seriously", the dwarf would say with a slight smile "If there's a rule Draeké has broken, I've yet to hear of it!"
At the time her brother was fighting cultists, Draeké was on duty in the town of Shearin, where she met Yausk Sammax, a young elf "book-dork" who just hung around in a dusty old library with his fluffy cat and an old man who spat up chunks of lung every time he coughed. Draeké never bothered reading, but she found that the silence in the library helped her escape the troubles of "never being able to tell a lie", or "following orders". It was through Yausk, who was actually controlled by his parents, that Draeké realised exactly what she could do as a paladin: fight for freedom.
Draeké isn't actually liked by anyone who likes to control. She can't be controlled, and she targets control-freaks. There are no laws where Draeké goes, only rights, and everyone in her eyes, has a right to be themselves and do what they want - provided their freedom doesn't interfere with the freedoms of others. If there's one thing Draeké hates more than a control-freak, it's someone who flaunts their freedoms against others.
Draeke's style of play is all-out assault. It was actually her who taught Driphtyr to use a lance and to work on his attack for when his defence didn't work, but she herself doesn't worry about defence. "I'll worry about killin'm. My armour will worry about keepin' me safe!"
Draeké loves travelling, but she also loves a good sleep-in. She has an unusual obsession with her sword, and refuses to let anyone else touch it. Her right gauntlet actually locks to help against being disarmed, but she usually needs some help when it jams, as she can be a bit rough.
She once had spiked armour, but she found she injured herself more than her enemies.
Drif: "So she'll hurt herself on her own sword and save you the trouble!"
Draeké *punches Driphtyr*.
Name: Draeké Courtney Kittin
Nickname(s)/Alias(es):
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birthdate: February 21
Birthplace: Dragon City, southeast Azaria.
Race: Cat-descendant.
Nationality: Azarian.
Languages Spoken: Common and Felven.
Current Residence: Any barracks or tavern will do.
Eye Color: Sapphire.
Hair Color: Pink.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Distinguishing Markings(Tattoos, Piercings, etc): white cat ears and tail.
Morality: Chaotic Good (rebellious, but a protector of people's rights and freedom).
Disability: Stubborn.
Allergies: "Allergic to stupidity." ~Draeké.
Blood Type: O+
Sexuality: Straight (assumed).
Family: Driphtyr (twin brother).
Class(es)/Occupation(s): Paladin, assigned to duty only recently.
Abilities: Catlike senses and reflexes, strong and tough, but not very well liked. Not very wise, but wise enough to know her role.
Weapons: Greatsword, shortbow.
Other Important Items/Equipment: Breastplate armour, grieves, boots, gauntlets, bracers, gauntlets and the occasional helmet.
Biography:
Draeké is a paladin. When she was younger, she and her brother Driphtyr were both competitive and into swordplay. Their paths split when they were teenagers, and while her brother became a defender and worked on his ability to take damage for his friends, Draeké joined the local law enfacement.
Unlike her fellow crusaders, Draeké isn't very pious, or very inclined to follow rules. She drops innuendoes frequently, and enjoys a drink or two, while her superior Tennant Baker rolls his eyes at everything she does.
"Seriously", the dwarf would say with a slight smile "If there's a rule Draeké has broken, I've yet to hear of it!"
At the time her brother was fighting cultists, Draeké was on duty in the town of Shearin, where she met Yausk Sammax, a young elf "book-dork" who just hung around in a dusty old library with his fluffy cat and an old man who spat up chunks of lung every time he coughed. Draeké never bothered reading, but she found that the silence in the library helped her escape the troubles of "never being able to tell a lie", or "following orders". It was through Yausk, who was actually controlled by his parents, that Draeké realised exactly what she could do as a paladin: fight for freedom.
Draeké isn't actually liked by anyone who likes to control. She can't be controlled, and she targets control-freaks. There are no laws where Draeké goes, only rights, and everyone in her eyes, has a right to be themselves and do what they want - provided their freedom doesn't interfere with the freedoms of others. If there's one thing Draeké hates more than a control-freak, it's someone who flaunts their freedoms against others.
Draeke's style of play is all-out assault. It was actually her who taught Driphtyr to use a lance and to work on his attack for when his defence didn't work, but she herself doesn't worry about defence. "I'll worry about killin'm. My armour will worry about keepin' me safe!"
Draeké loves travelling, but she also loves a good sleep-in. She has an unusual obsession with her sword, and refuses to let anyone else touch it. Her right gauntlet actually locks to help against being disarmed, but she usually needs some help when it jams, as she can be a bit rough.
She once had spiked armour, but she found she injured herself more than her enemies.
