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| Zoena Farhelio | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 12 2012, 05:26 PM (640 Views) | |
| Zoena ✦ | Jun 12 2012, 05:26 PM Post #1 |
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General Full Name: Allis Davidson Alias: Zoena Farhelio, Peppermint, Firefly Kingdom: Exiona Gender: Female Age: 24 Birthday: 26 Aprolla Elemental Affinity: n/a Psionic School: n/a Currently Items on Hand: - Zoena always keeps a dagger in her boot and pistol at her side. Safety is top priority for her- the possibility of being tracked down and attacked is something she prepares for the the regular basis- she's gotten on too many people's bad sides. - Another item of note is the peculiar bronze coin she carries with her at all times. It's slightly larger than a half dollar and bulges in the middle. Where both sides meet, small gear-like teeth stick out of the middle. Covered in circular symbols, it's an item rarely shown to others. - She is also seen carrying some type of ruck sack to keep her stolen valuables in. Weapons: Zoena always has means to find new weapons thanks to Ferris, but these are the ones she typically carries around with her. - A dagger she keeps in her left boot in case of emergencies. It's about 6 inches in length, and inch wide and complete with a wrapped leather handle. Other than that, no special symbols or engravings grace it. - Two revolvers, one kept on both sides of her hips. Both are of the same make and composition. They're pretty old- Zoena believes that it doesn't matter how up-to-date weapons are in a fight. It only matters how skillful the person using them is. - It's worth mentioning that she doesn't like fighting with swords unless she can't avoid it. She finds them bulky to carry around and awkward to fight with. Aspirations: Current Occupation: Zoena sells her "talents" on the black market. She's operated in criminal activity, kidnappings, and has stolen artifacts and weapons from noteworthy holders. Need something done? For a price you can get Zoena to do it. She doesn't particularly like her job, but it pays enough to satisfy her- the criminal record over her head keeps her from doing much else. She does have her limits though and still has her own personal code of conduct when things get particularly rough. Convictions: Aggravated assault, murder, weapons violations, vehicle theft, robbery, disorderly conduct, kidnapping, arson...the list goes on. Home: A two story trinket shop squeezed between two larger buildings. The space was originally just an alleyway, if that puts it's size into perspective. Being a criminal himself, the keeper (Ferris) doesn't mind Zoena setting up residence with him. The first floor is a modest store that doesn't attract a lot of customers- the majority of it's business comes from illegal activities, as the owner sells illegal (and many times untested) weapons under the table. Up the slim set of stairs that leads to the upper level, the top floor was turned into a living space complete with a small kitchen, bathroom, single bedroom and shabby living room. Zoena has taken up sleeping in the living room, while Ursula, another shadier guest, has her own quarters in the basement within Ferris's workshop. Workplace: Zoena doesn't have a set workplace, as her work requires her to do a lot of traveling. The closest thing she has to an office is the back table in a pub called "Rusty's." If someone was wanting to do business with her, they could find her in the late hours of the night situated in one of the pub's booths. Requests and meetings can be made at other places and by other means, but for the most part Zoena prefers places she's familiar with. Pets: A stray orange tabby cat she named Pete. Ferris doesn't let her keep it in the basement, but the store is fair game for the cat to roam around and nap in to her heart's content. Yes, Pete is a girl. She's scrawny and missing an eye from some sort of cat fight, but Zoena loves her just the same. Looks Appearance: Light skinned with cobalt blue eyes. She has large eyes with defined, angled brows situated on her oval face. It's surprisingly scarless with the acception of a few scratches, one on her chin, earlobe and forehead. A dark burn mark graces her left temple. Underneath her clothes though these marks and gashes are numerous. Her hands and feet are covered in small cuts, and on her left calf another, more severe burn mark can be seen. Her left wrist has the letter 'T' branded into the skin. Her bangs are choppy and asymmetrical, the right side being lower than the left. Her hair reaches the middle of her back and the underside had originally been dyed magenta. She doesn't keep up with the magenta color regularly, so it has a faded appearance. Zoena stands at 5'7. Her body is very toned- she can pack a punch worthy of knocking a grown man off his feet and legs that allow her to kick hard and jump high. Despite her boyish habits and lack of manners, she still emphasizes her feminine figure with her choice of clothing. She gets badgered a lot by men because of it, but in some circumstances it works to her benefit. a few headshots: http://savodacious.deviantart.com/art/Somebody-That-I-Used-to-Know-318173945 Clothing: She's usually seen wearing a leather strapless romper, striped stockings and steel toed boots. Under the romper she wears a sleeveless sweater and on occasion she's seen wearing goggles atop her brow. On her hands she wears a pair of fingerless gloves. When traveling or out on a job she adds a cloak to the mix. She likes to stick with browns, golds and copper colors with accents of silver. Her clothes are tight fitting for easy movement and rugged looking due to the excessive use and action they see. It's not A grade material, but Zoena still likes to put a little effort in how she looks. as illustrated: http://s1033.photobucket.com/albums/a419/FlyingWaffles/?action=view¤t=gotmebad.png (keep in mind this is an old picture. Her shoes have been altered to the above description) Mentality Personality: She's the perfect blend of spunky and independent. She has potential to be a great leader if she applies herself and gives up her less than acceptable ways. She's stubborn, serious and headstrong along with having a prideful streak. She's untrusting of people and has trouble building solid relationships with others. Zoena is determined and protective of the few people she holds close, and in a moment of danger she's the one to keep her cool and act fast- it takes a lot to get under her skin. She has her irrational and childish moments, but manage to gain her approval and you can consider her an ally for life. Likes: Flying, Pete, sailing, money Dislikes: Rich people, politics, bounty hunters Talents: Stealing, hand to hand combat, mechanics Inabilities: Cooking, holding her liquor Fears: Not being taken seriously, being ignored or looked down upon- this is a big one. Internal Affairs Family: Currently a genius boy named Ferris and a prison escapee named Ursula. They may not be blood related, but they're the closest thing Zoena has to a family. History: Zoena was the daughter of a famous inventor and mechanical engineer. His work and business in making weapons for the government and military made the family well known throughout the land. Despite her lavish upbringing, Zoena wasn't satisfied- she longed for something more. Her father never gave her his attention, bitter by the fact she wasn't a son to hand the family business to. Her mother had trouble having anymore children after Zoena, and the hope for a son was growing dimmer and dimmer as she aged. Fed up with being treated like a dog and ignored by her family, she packed up and left at 16. The decision to leave her homeland left her world spinning. She struggled to survive and was forced to enlist into a group of pirates after the ship she worked on was captured in Tritonia. She quickly moved through the ranks, changing from prisoner to full fledged buccaneer. The trips left her with knowledge about other islands and countries she otherwise would have never been able to see. She had finally found a talent. A raid in the Seas of Vaenice went array, and seizing the opportunity at pure freedom, she stole the ship, sent the captain overboard and made a getaway. The move made her notoriously known to many pirates in the area. As much as she wanted to keep the ship for herself, she decided it would be better to leave it at bay. The riches on-board gave her the means to further her training as a fighter and swordsman. It was no longer just a means of survival, it was a way of life. Not only that, but a means to take out her anger from her earlier life and turn it into something useful, maybe even something the world could benefit from. She paid bounty hunters to make her their student and took the knowledge and lessons to heart. She juggled a few teaches before settling on one she liked the most. She was a student under him for many years and was close to getting her bounty license when her mentor betrayed her to the crew she had abandoned. Heartbroken that the one person she put her trust into sold her out, she killed him and ran. (To this day she regrets the incident. It was an accident and has vowed to never take the life of another. if it can be helped) She never stopped running away. Inns became her new temporary homes, stealing the new way to feed herself. She was within an inch of her life before Ferris meet her, a boy she quickly found a friend in. Even that wasn't enough to get her to stay though, and soon she found herself on the road again, with no purpose and no hope for the future... Since then she all but disappeared from the face of the earth. She would prefer to not talk about the months that passed here, but sometime after she showed up back in Extonia, where she quickly set up her own 'business' with a new identity and (somewhat) fresh start. Roleplay Sample: Zoena rolled over onto her side, the ancient couch beneath her letting out a squeak of protest. Nights where she could get a decent amount of sleep were rare to come by these days, and she was determined to make it work at least once this week. She gave an irritated grunt and opened her eyes to scowl at the opposite wall. Instead of seeing the wall though, a large furry face starred at her with a single unblinking eye. She gave a shout in surprise and sprung up, snatched the gun from under her pillow and pointed it at the offender instinctively. In reply, the cat rolled it's eye at her and laid it's head back down. Lowering her weapon, Zoena swore under her breath and rubbed her forehead. Was she paranoid? She had to calm down. A knock from the door downstairs. Still in a terrible mood, Zoena groaned and got up, setting the gun back down onto the couch. That had to be Ferris, only he would be out this late and misplace his key. Another knock, this one harsher. She paused half way down the steps and lowered her head, trying to see through the small window above the door without being seen herself. Three large men, maybe a fourth. She couldn't tell. The pounding stopped for a moment. Thinking the worst, she ducked down and sped down the remaining set of stairs. "Break it down," came a muffled voice from the other side. Zoena looked around frantically. She didn't have time to go back up and grab her gun, and all the weapons Ferris sold were hidden and locked safely shut. No time to break a lock either. She grabbed a lamp from the desk nearby and slid into a nearby closet. Something told her these guys weren't looking to buy trinkets for their aunties. She crouched and waited. BOOM...BOOM...CRACK! The wooden door split and fell of it's hinges, the sight of goon number one quickly filling the void. He stepped in and took a look around. At the turn of his head, Zoena jumped from the closet and, using the lamp like a bat, swung it around and hit the man right in the back of the head with a loud clonk. "I'm suppose to be off duty, you arseholes!" The man stiffened then fell forwards. Alerted, the next man jumped in and looked behind the door right at Zoena. She couldn't let them get into the store. Then it would be harder to take them on one at a time, if not impossible. She swung the lamp up this time, intending to uppercut him. If she couldn't get any sleep tonight, having the pleasure of beating these guys to kingdom come sounded like a fair trade off. Edited by Zoena, Oct 28 2012, 08:15 PM.
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