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[CENTER][h1][COLOR=Silver]Jean-Marie Allard[/COLOR][/h1][/CENTER]
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[b][color=GRAY]Jean-Marie Allard[/color]
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[color=GRAY] Female [/COLOR] | [color=GRAY] 26 [/COLOR] | [color=GRAY] Doumerc 
Templar of[/COLOR] [color=Green][b]ELEMENT HERE[/b][/color][/CENTER][CENTER][SUP]_______________________________________________[/SUP]
[color=GRAY][i]”Did you see the look on her face when the Bishop tripped? I thought she was gonna… she’s right behind me, isn’t she?”[/i][/color]
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[center][h3][i][color=GRAY]”You may do as you like, brother. As for me, there is duty.”[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
[b][color=GRAY]Appearance[/color][/b]
[color=FFFFFF][indent]Standing at five feet eleven inches, Jean-Marie is tall, but quite slim. She's plain, and doesn't do anything to accentuate her appearance. She wears no makeup, and does nothing to her hair other than keep it clean and untangled. LIkewise, her clothes are lacking in frills, but typically kept immaculately neat(a trick for which she has some magic to thank). Her mode of dress is reminiscent of formal military garb, but not quite in the exact style of any kingdom’s uniform, which would of course be inappropriate in a Templar.

Her left arm has a few very fine lines, almost indistinguishable, that belie its artificial nature. Seams that can be opened when maintenance is needed. The point on her upper arm where it meets her real flesh is much more obvious for its scarring, but almost always covered by her clothing.
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[b][color=gray]Personality[/color][/b]
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Some might say "disciplined," some might say "rigid." Jean-Marie lived the life of  a soldier, and it shows. She is uncompromising in her pursuit of following orders and regulations, but hasn't had the freedom to develop many of her own interests or passions. On the positive side, she is cool under pressure, and generally unflappable. Insults bounce right off her. At least, those directed at her specifically.

Her pronounced military bearing is at odds with a kind of quiet piety. Military service finally did what no tutor or philosopher could manage, and taught her the value of peace through diplomacy. Unity through fraternity.
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[b][color=gray]Biography[/color][/b]
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Jean-Marie is the youngest daughter of Duke Alphonse Allard. He is a dyed-in-the-wool Doumerc nobleman; a patron of sciences and scholarship, and even a little bit of the arts(as frivolous as that may seem!). Jean-Marie was not at all like him. Where he was a stoic and reasonable father, she was a wild girl from the time she could walk. Duke Allard is a very patient man, but found himself at a loss as to what to do with her. She gained a reputation for scaring off tutors, and always wanted to be out of doors instead of cooped up with books or pens. 

When Jean-Marie was fourteen, her father despaired so much what to do with her, that he even threatened military school. He hadn’t meant it, really. It was so uncouth, for the poor and the simple, not a Duke’s child. He should have predicted that she would take to the idea just fine, and indeed became so excited over the prospect that she had to talk him into making good on his own threat. 

After four years at the Academy, she graduated, almost completely unrecognizable. Duke Allard couldn’t decide whether to be proud or not. Certainly she had finally applied herself to [i]something[/i], and that was ostensibly an improvement. He had never imagined, however, having a child take an officer’s commission and join the cavalry. 

Jean-Marie Allard served with what distinction one can in Doumerc, a nation that does not place a great deal of value on martial prowess or accomplishments. This never much bothered her. Indeed, if accolades had ever meant anything to her, she would have gone into scholarship as most of her siblings did. Most of her service consisted of expeditionary missions; scouting and patrol. What “real” action she saw was mostly border skirmishes with Kaudus forces, although on one memorable occasion her battalion was chased off by Rodion infantry, charging them on foot like lunatics. Protocol when encountering Rodion forces is to avoid firing, as they are ostensibly friendly,  and Doumerc is loath to harm diplomatic relationships. 

As repetitive as these duties can be, Jean-Marie was very happy during this part of her life. She took on even the most trivial duty with a will, and would have happily served for years to come. Incepta had other plans. She was the first over a hill on a fairly routine patrol, but Kaudus cannons had been set in ambush, and fired upon her battalion as they came over. Jean-Marie lost first her arm, then her horse. Her lieutenant called the retreat, but it was the battalion’s chaplain that stopped long enough to pull Jean-Marie out of the mud, and away from harm. 

Though the technology certainly exists to restore a lost limb, her superiors would not pay for one of a quality that would allow her to continue service, and her father simply couldn’t afford it. So she returned home, bitter and despondent, but not at all for as long as she expected. The very same chaplain who had pulled her from mud had floated her name upwards in the church; an excellent soldier, free now of obligation, and needing only a minor token of help to be returned to service. She jumped at the offer, and has served as a Knight of the Church for three years, before being picked for a Templar position. 

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[b][color=GRAY]Weapon of Choice[/color][/b]
[indent]She carries both a sabre and a revolver, but has a strong preference for the former.[/indent]
[b][color=GRAY]Misc.[/color][/b]
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[*] Has a lovely voice, but only knows hymns and marching tunes.
[*] Her prosthetic arm is of Doumerc make, and very fine. She maintains it meticulously, and can use it just as well as her original. It has only one special feature; a hidden compartment in her forearm, large enough for a scroll of paper, or perhaps a slim dagger. 
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