[quote=@Sierra] So Adrianna's sheet is finally done, yay. Posting below to get a review and proofing before I drop it in characters officially. [hider=Expand] [b]Name:[/b] Adrianna Corvello [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Nationality/Nation description:[/b] House Corvello of the Northern Marches Situated in the Godsfang Mountains, House Corvello is the ruling chair of one of the Northern Marches controlled by Adrianna’s father Baron Durian Corvello. [b]Occupation:[/b] Warrior, diplomat, Baroness/Heiress (self-declared) [b]Religion:[/b] [i]“All men must die.”[/i] She does not believe Justinian is truly a demigod. Part of her suspects his seeming immortality is an elaborate hoax by the elders constantly surrounding him that creates the illusion thereof to control people through faith. The ruler and diplomat in her has studied the theory’s implications for government. She believes no religion, instead holding solely to her own code. [b]Appearance:[/b] Adrianna is on the short side, but not significantly so. Her caramel blonde hair is a frizzed mess from wind riding through Nagath … still stretching down well past her shoulders. She pulls it back sometimes when she’s expecting a fight. She seems like a soft, caring person at first from her face but there is a fire in her eyes when one looks closely. Her normal attire is far too elegant and valuable to have come from anywhere other than nobility. She sticks out like a sore thumb as an outcast from both the world around her and the world behind her, though she has grown not to care. She wears dark pants, shin-high leather boots, a loose fitting top, and parts of her armor all under a brown cloak. She keeps the upper chest piece, shoulder guards, bracers, and thigh pieces on most of the time, as she doesn’t fully trust anything in Nagath farther than she can throw it. [b]History:[/b] Adrianna is the firstborn daughter of House Corvello. A son followed years later and only a year beyond that, twin boys. Her eldest brother is still four years her minor. Despite this, he is to inherit the kingdom. In all her studies and her fight training and her grooming to be a ruler herself, she was always told that it was the firstborn who would inherit the land. Nowhere was it stated it must be a son. She knew that in all the Northern Marches the daughters were married off yet Adrianna persisted with the intent to be a Baroness herself and not a trophy. Her parents did try. They found themselves however in a predicament as House Corvello was not in need of any diplomatic marriages. Adrianna knew this from her studies. She proved to be “quite the handful” as one suitor put it. Her hand was offered to three men from other marches. Her eagerness & tact for governance was often considered as ‘overbearing’ from the men who merely wanted a simple wife. She is famously (within the family at least) quoted saying “I am a warrior and a diplomat. I am not some housewife to a spoiled man-child,” after the second attempt to give away her hand. Though Adrianna had evaded attempts to marry her off, her father - ever the traditionalist - still decided it must be the eldest son who ascends to power. At first she was shocked and could not believe that he would deny her birthright from her. She jumped at every opportunity to prove herself worthy, as her father had promised he would allow. Every task, every challenger, and every single time she pushed herself hard and was the best she could possibly be. Still she was told time and again “Better.” Her disbelief turned into cynicism and disgust that she was to be barred from having what was hers by right. She was constantly angry at her brothers for being given the golden spoon – at her expense nonetheless – while she had to work to her limits and past them in vain to regain her claim to the throne. Her older adolescent years were far from her most pleasant or personable. In her cynicism she was snappy and perpetually disgruntled by the smallest of things. Her temper was always short. On her 18th, she saw an armorer who fit her for a quality set of plate leather. While it was acknowledgement of her skills as a fighter, she still was unsatisfied. She had spent hours studying politics & diplomacy while her brothers played. Token recognition did not suit her. Even though she felt the gesture underhanded, she was quite pleased weeks later with the end result. Her personal armor set is something to behold: as much a status symbol as sturdy protection. Her spoiled brother constantly made jokes about how it seemed so plain. Adrianna hadn’t wanted any large plates or elaborate helmets or shoulder spikes and similarly ridiculous garb her brothers were all obsessed with. The decoratives were in the details. A light scroll pattern on the plate and nothing more. Her forearm bracers though were as much a fashion statement as their other two purposes. The armorer had said their plates were forged from the remains of some of the greatest battle-tested armor ever. Little did she know that the steel in her favorite accessory had once belonged to the Dark Lord himself; they bore a power all their own. In her permanent frustration, she was vulnerable to suggestion. The subtle power within her gauntlet pieces led her down a darker path. Her cynical complacence turned to a stubborn refusal to accept no for an answer. She became convinced not to be turned away quietly. More than once she confronted her father far more aggressively now, at one point straight up demanding she be given what is hers. With each successive denial and with their relationship straining, her father became the object of her fixation, and her fixation treaded into dangerously hostile waters. After a final argument escalated to the point of guards being summoned – and summarily beaten into submission by a very angry Adrianna – she stormed out of the castle, hell-bent on proving herself worthy, dying trying, or finding the key to claiming the kingdom she is owed by force if necessary … whatever that key may be. She isn’t sure what she’ll find in the scorched ruins of Nagath, but something calls her there to realize her goals. [b]Personality:[/b] She was raised to be a baroness. She knows how to be a lady of many hats and which face to wear in which situations. She is who she needs to be. At first meeting, she’s cheerful and nice and someone most people want to keep around. This more outgoing persona however does not last more than a few days. With most people, she has conducted her business and is long gone by then making it irrelevant. Those that stick around come to know that her youthful optimism is heavily tempered by a gruff cynicism. She comes across as far more of a realist – sometimes overly so – always preparing for whatever can be thrown at her. Choose the right topic of conversation with her and you can bait out her darker side. She doesn’t ever choose to reveal it to people, but get her talking about the right things and it just kind of happens. Her goals, her ambitions, her family, etc. These bring out a side of her born of years of frustration and dark influences upon her mind. This is the side of her that will move Hell and Earth to get what she wants. Her ultimate goal: reclaiming the throne she considers her birthright, only ever exists in the back of her mind most of the time. When the pieces fall into place and she grows close enough to taste her victory, she becomes fixated – dangerously tunnel-visioned in fact – on finishing what she started, everything else be damned. Adrianna maintains strong loyalties with anyone she believes can prove beneficial to her intents. She has no interest in maintaining relationships that have no present or future benefit to her. Her studies in politics and the arts of persuasion & coercion were primarily focused on the types of people she would deal with as Baroness. She could rhetorically twist the arm of a nobleman to get exactly what she wanted without even batting an eye. In the harsh wastes of Nagath, however, the people are far different and her silver tongue is worth little more than pewter. Her powers of persuasion are limited. [b]Equipment:[/b] Full set plated leather armor – custom tailored. The bracers are one of the heaviest plates and also well decorated with a light scrolling work, hand-etched. These pieces specifically are forged from steel that has been melted many times and traces its origins back to the dark lord Daigon himself. She wears the upper part of the torso armor, the shoulder pieces, and the bracers most of the time. [hider=Read more]Her armor is durable enough to resist a slashing attack from many bladed weapons. Powerful stabs that land in the leather and not the plate however can go right through. While this example doesn't quite look like what I imagine her armor does, it gives the general idea quite well: [img]https://www.medievalarmour.com/images/Product/large/RT-151.png[/img][/hider] She took a horse from the stable when she stormed from her home, taking with her some supplies to help her make it to a small town where she could stop over. She is ill-equipped for spending nights out in the wastes alone. [b]Skills:[/b] Adrianna is a pickup fighter. She claims no one weapon as her own, but instead fights hand to hand and uses an opponent’s weapon against them. This makes her skilled and dangerous against a human opponent. Against the many monsters that roam the scorched lands of Nagath, she is of little threat and would easily become food. Her armor can resist a man’s blade but not the crushing blow of a five hundred pound beast. She is also a diplomat at heart. She can negotiate for anything, or appropriately strong-arm for it if negotiations fail. She has studied rule and knows the ins and outs of how governance works. There are a variety of possible applications for this both benevolent and nefarious that she could offer a group. [b]Motivation:[/b] There is no glory to be had in saving the empire, not in her eyes. She is here for her own goals and her own goals only. She’s not at all sure how she’s going to make it happen, but something in her mind tells her that she’ll recognize the key to her succession when she sees it. [/hider] As a character she's meant to bring someone of nobility into this hostile hellscape - a place you'd never believe she's welcome or even safe - and show over time that she's not at all what the stereotypes would have you believe. Far from it in fact. [i]Not everyone in the Empire has such strong loyalties.[/i] [/quote] Accepted!