Post by Snowfeather Elisar on Jun 21, 2014 10:00:44 GMT 8
Name: Snowfeather Elisar
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Appearance: A blackeyed white haired fair skinned woman of considerable strength. Snowfeather dresses primilary in dark colors of midnight blue, vermillion red, or ink black. Her eyes are blackest black, her hair whiter than snow, her skin is lightly tanned. She is strong, good hearted and also very wise. Yet when she speaks it is as if birs are singing in the first spring mornings.
Code Number:
Rank/Position: Bordelo/Courtesan Girl
Nationality: Asian {Javanese}
Spoken Languages: Japanese, Siamese, Chinese, Mongolian, some Russian, English, Javanese
Weapon(s): Unknown, presumably her weapons are anything she can get her hands on
History: Born the younger of twin girls. Snowfeather was tiny for her age until age five when she hit a few unseen growth spurts. Within five years at age ten Snowfeather was already on the high road to being a world class gymnast and also a dang good swimmer. A lover of the water Snowfeather prefers to swim whenever she is able. And sooner than most though. Snowfeather was also skilled in water control. But sadly, that does not include storms.
RP Sample: "Are we there or no ?" Snowfeather asked a man, apparently the guardsman on the ship disliked the only woman on board. Treated as if she were royalty. Yet, she was actually a Bordelo girl. One of those Courtesans, girls for hire so to speak. Yet she seemed intent on completing a mission of some form. Whatever it was, it was going to happen soon!
"Depends lady, on your definition of there" Came the reply, the guard soon found himself held against a wall, a knife to his neck. Without a second thought the guardsman said, "the gulls tell us all we need to know!" Apparently scared for his life the man let her know what she needed.
Finally, she thought, Havanna Cuba, here I come. Her mentor, Tiri, owned a Bordelo back in England, and now wanted to know the upkeep or news from Havanna, a experimental Bordelo that had fallen on hard times. The ship soon docked next to another, the woman took careful note of the name; The Ancili. Most interesting. The ship she was informed to watch for. And be wary of. She saw no crew onboard from her perch on the crows nest of the ship she was taking passage on.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Appearance: A blackeyed white haired fair skinned woman of considerable strength. Snowfeather dresses primilary in dark colors of midnight blue, vermillion red, or ink black. Her eyes are blackest black, her hair whiter than snow, her skin is lightly tanned. She is strong, good hearted and also very wise. Yet when she speaks it is as if birs are singing in the first spring mornings.
Code Number:
Rank/Position: Bordelo/Courtesan Girl
Nationality: Asian {Javanese}
Spoken Languages: Japanese, Siamese, Chinese, Mongolian, some Russian, English, Javanese
Weapon(s): Unknown, presumably her weapons are anything she can get her hands on
History: Born the younger of twin girls. Snowfeather was tiny for her age until age five when she hit a few unseen growth spurts. Within five years at age ten Snowfeather was already on the high road to being a world class gymnast and also a dang good swimmer. A lover of the water Snowfeather prefers to swim whenever she is able. And sooner than most though. Snowfeather was also skilled in water control. But sadly, that does not include storms.
RP Sample: "Are we there or no ?" Snowfeather asked a man, apparently the guardsman on the ship disliked the only woman on board. Treated as if she were royalty. Yet, she was actually a Bordelo girl. One of those Courtesans, girls for hire so to speak. Yet she seemed intent on completing a mission of some form. Whatever it was, it was going to happen soon!
"Depends lady, on your definition of there" Came the reply, the guard soon found himself held against a wall, a knife to his neck. Without a second thought the guardsman said, "the gulls tell us all we need to know!" Apparently scared for his life the man let her know what she needed.
Finally, she thought, Havanna Cuba, here I come. Her mentor, Tiri, owned a Bordelo back in England, and now wanted to know the upkeep or news from Havanna, a experimental Bordelo that had fallen on hard times. The ship soon docked next to another, the woman took careful note of the name; The Ancili. Most interesting. The ship she was informed to watch for. And be wary of. She saw no crew onboard from her perch on the crows nest of the ship she was taking passage on.