[@Zahrale]
Reposting here as she is complete and awaiting approval.


[hider=Lady Rachel Brekken]
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[right][h2][color=#A67D3D]I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep;[/color][/h2][/right]
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[h2][color=#A67D3D]I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.[/color][/h2]
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[center][b]Name[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Lady Rachel of House Brekken[/color]
[b]Age[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]24[/color]
[b]Race[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Human[/color]
[b]Height[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]5'6"[/color]
[b]Weight[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]124 lbs[/color]
[b]Social Class[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Lady[/color]
[b]Location of Recruitment[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Brekken Manor[/color]
[b]Previous occupation[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Lady[/color][/center]
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[center][h3][b][i]Appearance[/i][/b][/h3]
[hider=Rachel][IMG]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/a3/2a/a2/a32aa264f586b3958fe1dc44b2cc6fcc.jpg[/img]

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[color=#A67D3D]Rachel has fair skin and pale yellow tresses that fall about halfway down her back. She sports a faint green gaze that can often be found piercing through ones facade. Her frame is slim and very feminine, a fact that was not lost in the courts. [/color][/center]
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[b]Chosen Specialization[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Duelist[/color]
[b]Chosen Weapon(s)[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Rapier[/color]
[b]Chosen Armor Class[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Padded Leather[/color]
[b]Items Carried[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Recruits' tunic, pants and belt. A silver chain with the Brekken family Crest. [/color]
[b]Positive Traits[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]| Quick Witted | Fast Learner | Ambitious |[/color]
[b]Neutral Traits[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]| Conversationalist | Perceptive |[/color]
[b]Negative Traits[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]| Alcoholic | Spoiled | Narcissistic |[/color]
[b]Reason for pursuing Knighthood[/b]:
[color=#A67D3D]Displeasure with the current state of the world. She finds herself annoyed with the amount of poverty and famine she has had to insufferably witness and wishes to rid it from her life. Clearly, the knights are not doing a well enough job and require guidance. [/color]

[center][h2][b][i]Backstory[/i][/b][/h2]
[color=#A67D3D]Rachel was born into nobility, being trained from a young age in manners and etiquette. She was tutored to be more than just a pretty face and instead a pretty face that could also keep up with the men in the courts. It was evident at a young age that Rachel did not like having to bite her tongue depending on the social situation. "You may speak your mind with your husband but, with no one else" her mother would tell her, warranting an eye roll from Rachel every time.

As she grew older, Rachel would stray from the manor more often, growing bored of the court proceedings that were so repetitive. 

Smile. Nod. Dance with him. Laugh at his jokes. Speak not on the political holdings of their family. Repeat.

On a chilly evening stroll outside the walls of her manor, Rachel encountered an injured women, dressed in full plate armor and offered her assistance. Could she offer to heal the woman or provide any comfort? No. But, Rachel knew that the means for her recovery were not far off in the distance to her home. Carefully, she and the mystery woman shambled back to the manor where the woman would stay until a full recovery had been made, just as Rachel insisted.

This woman was none other than Pereylia Meringold, a senior knight of the order. Whenever Rachel could evade her classes, she would be in the medical wing of the manor listening to the stories Pereylia told about the order, about her husband and her son. It was fascinating to dream about life outside of the nobility courts, even as dangerous as Pereylia warned her about.

Once Pereylia recovered completely, Rachel vowed to herself to leave with her whether or not her family approved. To her relief, Pereylia saw no issue with this and was somehow able to ease her parents concerns. The two left the manor at dawn heading towards the order where Rachel would finally become a recruit. A life not so awfully dreadful as living in the courts; a mere treasure for people to gaze upon. 

Something actually worthwhile.[/color][/center][/hider]