[hider=Regalia Montoya] *Prenote - Regalia is one of my oldest Characters and dates back nearly 20 years. Name: Regalia Montoya Age: 47 Gender: Female Race: Human Personality: Regalia is an older woman and with age comes patience, to a point. Her outward demeanor is calm and collected, much more proper in her speech than one of her background would one would think. She is ever calculating in both her words and her movements, always weighing all the possible options before her before she acts or speaks. Though time has taught her that sometimes all the patience in the world cannot accomplish things and has been known to turn completely in her demeanor at a moment notice to get the job at hand done. Not surprisingly these outbursts have cause new issues to arrive but in the end they get the job done and her point across. Regalia will fight for how ever can afford her skills and will do as she must to fulfill her contractual obligations. Her word is her bond as long as those she is signed too do the same. When not under contract she will do what she needs to survive as best she can and has a tendency to push herself into situations that have nothing to do with her if she feels that some injustice is being dealt. Religion: None. Being born and raised on the high seas one would think that she would have a head full of superstitions but she has found little use for them over the course of her lifetime. Seeing the damage and divide that various religions have caused, she has chosen to remain neutral when it comes to these manners. She has never been able to grasp the need to blame a God or Goddess for death or peace. Life is life and if she is going to go through life, she plans to do it on her own terms and not on the whispered answers to those who claim to speak for the powers that be. Political Stance: Regalia has none, she feels not allegiance to any kingdom. Alliances can change at the drop of the hat or at the flip of a coin. She is from the sea, ever changing, and acts like the sea. She wanders through her life as the winds direct her. Sometimes the times are rough and brutal; at others they are clam and make your marvel at your surroundings. In her life, she has only ever sworn her allegiance to one and it was not for God or Country, it was for ideals. That was long ago though and now the only allegiance she has it to the coin until she finds a cause worthy of her attention. Magics: None Appearance: Regalia is an older woman, though not the less stunning; standing 5 foot 7 inches tall without her boots, with an athletic build. Long raven hair falls from a side part on the crown of her head, it speckled with grey and white strands that bring out her cobalt eyes. Though she has long left the sea behind, she still dresses as she would when she was a captain. Somethings never change. She has sharp features but time and age have softened her over all appearance. She speaks in a soft yet commanding voice, never wanting to be mistaken as an easy target. She is too old for such trivial games. [img]http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w33/Jennifer_Paul_Gibson/nene%20thomas_sisters%202%20-%20corsair_zpsn6njjfuv.jpg[/img] Dragon and Gun, not included, accessories sold separately. [img]http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/32500000/Milah-once-upon-a-time-32547122-500-310.gif[/img] Updated Image: 9/16/2018 - Finally found a face that is close to the original art work. (Milah Once Apon a Time - cannot tell me that art piece above didn't inspire the characters look lol) Possessions: The Schiavona that she carries was her fathers, beautiful as it is deadly, crafted by her grandfather long before she was born. A well crafted blade, it moves quickly through the air when swung and never let Regalia down. On her person, she has a small satchel attached to her belt that holds her papers of identification, her title as Wizard, some money for day to day expenses and letters of recommendation from various people of nobility she has worked for over the years. When traveling, she rides an Ebony stallion that has been with her for years and knows how to deal with her riding style. The saddle bags hold changes of clothing, dried foods, skins of water and wine, grooming and cleaning materials as well as a few odds and ends like parchment, coal, wax and her seal. Tied to the back of the saddle rests her sleeping items and a small canvas tent she can set up if the rains hit. Skills/Abilities: Being raised on the sea she knows all there is to know about running a ship, having captained The Maelstrom for nearly a decade before she retired. A Pirate at heart, she is a true swashbuckler, a skilled swimmer and diver. She knows how to raise the sails, control the crew and has a vast knowledge of knots. (What else is a girl do to when out at sea for months on end.) She has commanded fleets at sea and is a walking encyclopedia of Sea Warfare. A skilled fencer, one of the few to obtain the title of Wizard, she is deadly and quick with her Schiavona, following in her families footsteps. The fact that she is ambidextrous doesn’t hurt. Though she is not a Corsair anymore, she has taken the last decade coming to grips with her land legs and has spent that time training in various fighting form. Having had to learn to brawl at the high seas, she is knowledgeable in close quarter hand to hand combat and knife throwing, but that is not enough to the lands. Over the years she has worked on keeping her footing both on deck and off, slowly transitioning to being a woman of solid terrain but has never lost her abilities to fight during even the roughest of storms the seas can bring. Having to rely now on a steed instead of her ship to get around, much of her first years on land were spent becoming skilled with riding and fighting on horseback as well as wilderness survival and land military tactics. Her skills have been utilized by many an army and her ability to think differently than most who are in such positions, due to her upbringing and gender, she has proven time and time again to be a valuable asset. Having seen and participated in so much over the course of her life and remaining in no one place for too long, she has become well versed in the art of diplomacy and tact, never using her female wiles to accomplish the job. She prefers tactics where she does not have to worry about some young fledgling subterfuging. History: Regalia was born on the high seas to the Captain and one of his flings, aboard The Maelstrom. During a hurricane while she was young her mother was tossed overboard, never to be retrieved. Her father was anything but the parental type, especially to a daughter. He had no idea how to raise her and was tempted for a time to leave her at the first orphanage he could find at the next port. Packing her bags he was about to lead her off the deck when she picked up his Schiavona to hand to him and began to play around like children do. He found it amusing and yet it was time to go, reaching for the Schiavona she quickly side stepped him and switch hands with the blade, swinging it around with equal skill in her other. This intrigued him, seeing something in her for the first time that reminded him of himself. The decision had been made and he would raise her. Over the years he trained her as any apprentice, never giving her any breaks due to her blood or gender. In fact he pushed her so much harder than what was needed, fearing that she would be at a disadvantage. She proved him wrong and the day when she was presented to his Fencing Master for testing she received the rank of Wizard. As she received the title she remembers looking at her father and for the first time in her life, she saw pride. From that moment on her life was set; she would take over for him when he passed. The next few years were spent teaching her everything he knew about the seas and The Maelstrom. The crew, having known her since she was small, was ever faithful to her and her father. She was the daughter so many of them never had and did all they could to make sure she was ready when the day came. It came peacefully one night when out on calm waters. Entering the captains’ room, she dropped the tray of food she had brought him for dinner when she saw him hunched over his desk atop of his maps. Finding he had passed away, she kissed his brow and had him buried at sea. She was now the Captain of The Maelstrom. Life was good on the High Seas, even finding love in her first mate Tseng but it was not to last. During a battle in one of the many unnamed wars for God and Country, he fell to cannon fire as it ripped through the main deck. In one fell swoop, she lost her ship, her love and her home. Swimming to shore she decided that unless mountains were moved, she would not step back on the deck of a ship. She hasn’t since. Since that fateful day she has wandered the lands, selling her skills and knowledge to whomever she felt was worthy or, in desperate times, whoever paid the best. [hider=Previous Campaign] [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/80046-brimstone/ic]Brimstone[/url] [/hider] [/hider]