Not quite one yet, but thought I'd put up what I have so far on my first submission! [hider= The Dauntless Chelonite (WIP)] [b]Full Name:[/b] Caede [b] Nicknames/Aliases:[/b] The Dauntless Chelonite [b] Age:[/b] Somewhere in her mid to late twenties. [b] Gender: [/b] Female [b] Occupation:[/b] Monster-Hunter, sometime zailor. [b]Description:[/b] Caede, the Dauntless Chelonite, is a new figure in London, who rather stands out from the crowd. A native of the rotting carcass of a great zee creature, she comes from a place of rather differing values, and reflects it. She’s tall, to the degree that it’s a little intimidating, near six and half foot high, with a build that suggests a lot of athletic activity. Her hair is a mop of wavy ginger fronds, still choked with salt, occasional bone beads and bits of shell braided in. She has a squarish face, marked with two white scars across her brow and cheek, and one on the bridge of her nose. For a chelonite, it could be considered pretty light scarring. Quite notable about the woman are her eyes. The colour of them is something not quite natural. A blue so dark you’re not entirely sure how you know it’s even blue at all. They are peligin, the colour of the Unterzee, the colour that anyone’s eyes turn after they’ve eaten the raw flesh of the darkest zee creatures. It doesn’t appear to have had much of an effect on her otherwise...but it makes holding eye contact for a long time feel a little.. Disconcerting. Her attire is practical, if a little outlandish. Her cropped trousers resemble something a little bit like sealskin...if seals grew patches of uneven scales amidst the fur. Her long jacket is made from the leather of something reddish and scarred, and bristly fur lines its collar. The boots most certainly came off a dead man at some point. A necklace of serrated teeth hands around her neck. Slung over one shoulder is a harpoon made of the bones of something big. Something with an anatomy that makes it quite difficult to determine what original purpose the bone served. [b] Personality: [/b] Caede is a rather brutish, unsophisticated individual... though if one can get past that, she's relatively easy to get along with. Well, as long as you never make any attempt to question her chelonite superiority as far as hunting goes. Questioning her bravery and savagery in the face of creatures of the zee is likely to provoke the kind of feral rage that makes people worry about drinking in the Chelonate. Caede has a high opinion of her own skill, and that of her people, and won;t stand to see it demeaned. Beyond that however, she's a pleasant enough companion. She has a strong sense of right and wrong, and tends to be driven by that sense over some desire for her own benefit. [b] Skills:[/b] - -Astonishingly handy with a harpoon. -Bears a wealth of experience from a life lived out on the very edges of civilization, far from the reaches of London’s influence. As such, she is very difficult to rattle. [b] Weaknesses: [/b] -Possibly not too discerning about where she uses the harpoon. -Polite society of London doesn't look too kindly on the sorts of things that a chelonite like herself would consider perfectly normal. Adorning yourself with white clay and the teeth of sea creatures, habitually carrying around harpoons, eating raw meat and drinking fermented eel blood... holding bloody sacrificial rites in an attempt to placate Storm... the list goes on. None of these things really do a lot to win her friends. [b] Brief History:[/b] Caede was born and bred in the Chelonate, a settlement hollowed out into the corpse of an enormous zee turtle. The child of a well-known hunter… and a woman who was not native to the place. Some say she came from Irem, the city f the seven serpents. Regardless, she left for elsewhere when her daughter was still young, and disappeared off into the fog of the zee. Growing up, learning to swim, hunt and fight, Caede didn't acutely feel such a loss. The Chelonate was a place of peril and shifting fortunes, to lose someone was not a great surprise, but her unusual parentage had netted a bit of attention. At the age of twelve, one of the Bone Men, the priesthood of the corpse-island, told her that her destiny was, one day, to go to zee, like her mother. Caede took this seriously. It was one of the shouting holy men tht told her of it, though it was the woman herself who fulfilled it one day, when a passing trading vessel, having lost a number of its crew in a freak accident with a jllyfleur, started recruiting for able hands. This began Caede's zailing career. What she lacked in experience she made up for in her ability to learn fast, her fearless attitude, and her apparent willingness to eat practically any creature hauled out of the zee. [b]Other:[/b] Is a worshipper of Storm, one of the gods of the zee. Will do her best to appease him with loud and bloody sacrifice (the only sort he's interested in.). [/hider]