[hider=Character Person by Rethel]
[b]Name:[/b] Vellia

[b]Age:[/b] 31

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/152/5/7/the_warrior_by_clayscence-d51vlpi.jpg[/img]

[b]Class:[/b] Hero

[b]Personality:[/b] Offers a kind smile to her friends, but you wouldn't want to be caught on the wrong side of her blade. There are times she enjoys the rush of battle so much, though, that she almost never simply disarms her opponents or lets them escape. She is also highly defensive, especially of those who she cares about. Due to the war, she has become desensitized to violence, especially involving the undead and Grimleal. Despite all this, she does still have some degree of self-control, and tries to avoid liquor lest she lose that control.

[b]Bio:[/b] The daughter of two Feroxi warriors, it'd be unusual if Vellia wasn't a fierce fighter herself. After her birth, her mother retired from the army to raise her. As she grew, she studied how to become a warrior. It was quickly discovered that she was a complete klutz with a spear, unable to wield the lengthy weapon, and though she never excelled i the fancy maneuvers of the blade, the idea of raw power behind an axe appealed to her. It was often claimed that she was much like her father in that aspect, though she didn't learn just how much of a compliment that was until she became old enough to serve in the military and fight alongside him.

His axe was twice the size of even the largest of weapons Vellia had seen before that time, and his ferocity was unmatchable. She almost lost her focus just watching him in battle during her first fight. She quickly learned her lesson when an arrow pierced the top of her left ear, and it was only luck that kept more harm from befalling her. Oftentimes, after she became more experienced, her preference was to charge into battle wielding both an axe and sword, attacking in a violent flurry of steel.

Then it happened. Her whole world was turned around on that day, and all because of [i]those things[/i].

The Risen.

Her parents were slain as they were overwhelmed, and she watched, to her horror, as they were reanimated by some evil form of magic. Tears streaming down her face, she was forced to butcher the very people who had taught her to fight before fleeing. Ever since that day, she has vowed to destroy the Risen and the Grimleal.

[b]Quirks:[/b] First to draw her weapon, and perhaps the most bipolar.

[b]Strengths:[/b] Beating the living shiz out of stuff; anything violent.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Romance; Humor; Skilled Bowmen

[b]Likes:[/b] Big, dangerous weapons; Fighting (for fun, honor, or her life)

[b]Dislikes:[/b] Formality; Flirts; Risen; Grimleal; “Evil”

[b]Equipment:[/b] Silver Axe; Vulnerary

[b]Quotes:[/b]
[i]Death:[/i] “Mo-mother...Fa-ther...I...I’m s-sorry....”
[i]Critical:[/i] “Right between the eyes!”; “Ever tasted steel?”; “For my parents!”[/hider]
Trying to come up with a female char is weird for me, but I'm trying to offer a bit of gender balance.