I am Amaranth, witch of the wilds. Through shadow and legend I walk, haunting mortals like you. So... Are you a vulture , I wonder? A scavenger poking amidst a corpse whose bones have been long since cleaned? Or merely an intruder, come into this darkspawn filled page of mine in search of... a bio?
Name: Lysandra Maria von Brennenburg Aliases: Nicknamed Lys (pronounced Lees) by her father and her close friends Age: 25 Nationality: Austro-Prussian Ethnicity: Prussian Current Residence: She splits her time between London and her Family's estate in Prussia, Brennenburg. Gender: Female Education: Formally educated in History, with her Father giving her less formal lessons on climbing, shooting, general survival and other techniques applicable to explorers Job: Explorer Role: Scholar, Financier, Adventuress
Appearance
Height: 5'6" (167 cm~) Weight: 130 lbs (59 kg~) Build: Slender, yet noticeably fit Eyes: Icy Blue Hair: Black Skin Tone: Pale white, tends to burn rather than tan Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Both ears pierced, typically wears small studs in them. Personal Style: Lysandra gives off the impression of someone who cares about their appearance. Physically, she is naturally slender, however she has put much time into building her athleticism up and it shows. Her hair is pitch black like a raven's feather, with slight waves that get more intense the further down they get. She wears it slightly past her shoulders, down when she's in public and up in a functional ponytail when she is on a trek. Lys' features are sharp and her neutral expression is one that could be interpreted as disdainful. Despite this, she is considered conventionally attractive by most metrics. She has high-placed cheekbones and a thin, slightly upturned nose. Her lips form a slight pout neutrally, and her chin tapers off into a fine point. When she smiles her mouth gives off a warm, friendly glow. Her english is infected with a heavy german accent, but other than that she is eloquent and possesses a commanding voice, though she is not too skilled at singing.
For social functions she can usually be found in flowing dresses, preferably black ones involving fur. For more active clothes, she typically wears custom tailored Imperial Army trousers in grey, along with a field jacket in light blue. Underneath that she wears a white undershirt. Her boots are custom made to her specifications, made out of dark brown leather and reaching about mid-shin.
Psychology
Curious * Fearless * Resourceful * Driven
Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lysandra loves to adventure. It's in her blood. Her father taught her to be curious and always look for hidden meanings where none appear. Normalcy bores her to a fault and she hates staying in one place for long. Civilisation causes her to become restless and irritable. However Lys finds that she can distract herself with parties, which she views as a type of adventure, the guests themselves a mystery of sorts to be unraveled. She thinks very highly of her father, who taught her most of what she knows. One thing that gets under her skin is failure. Failing at anything that she puts her mind to is highly demoralising for her. On the flip side, she cannot stand quitters, to her quitting is out of the question. She is impressed by anyone who has put considerable time into one or two talents, as she herself is prone to spreading her time out among various skills as opposed to just one or two. The thing that drives her to hunt for treasures, isn't necessarily the artifacts themselves (though she does possess more than a passing interest in their history and significance) it is the journey that truly captures her heart. Finally, despite her bad case of resting bitch face, she is usually quite cordial to anyone she meets. Habits:
Chews her hair while thinking
Adores tasting alcohol, though she has trouble holding it
Hobbies:
Fencing
Climbing
Drawing
Fears:
Dogs
Disappointing her father
Being abandoned/left behind
Likes:
Trying new drinks
Meeting new people
Hiking
Challenges
Climbing
Dusk
Dislikes:
Being bossed around
The barking of dogs
People who think less of her because she is a woman
Arrogance
History
A Memory:
Lysandra peered out of the frost-coated window and into the horizon. Trees were all that stared back, that and the soft morning sun. Her Father, Konrad von Brennenburg, called her name to get her attention. She was 10, it was August 1914. The Great War had only just begun, yet the distant sound of guns rumbled like thunder in the distance. Young Lys turned back to her father. He was preparing for an expedition. She wouldn't understand for many years, but the Kaiser himself had personally requested his expertise on this trip. It didn't make it any better for her now. Her mother was back in Austria taking care of family business and now that her father was leaving, she would be alone. She had begged and cried for him to stay, but there was no way he could refuse the Kaiser himself, not with the outset of war. Even now she felt her eyes growing wet with tears. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and hugged her father around the waist silently.
She watched from the frosty window as the motorcar containing her father pulled away. Though she did not know it at the time, it would be months until she would see him again. Until she would see either of her parents again. Though her family's estate was far from empty, with it's fair share of servants. Lysandra had never felt more alone. The echo-y halls and rooms felt huge and barren without her father's presence. Even though he was a quiet, patient man who never liked to raise his voice, the old estate felt noticeably warmer when he was there.
History: Lysandra von Brennenburg is her father's daughter. The only child born to Konrad and Emilia, she has always somewhat lived in her father's shadow, but it's hard not to when your father is as well-known as hers. He has trekked the world over and made so many discoveries that they are too numerous to list here, the Kaiser himself as well as the Habsburgs had commissioned him to search for certain objects in the past and in his lifetime he had nearly doubled the family's previous modest fortune into one that would have them set comfortably for many generations. Her mother, Emilia, barely managed to see her daughter come of age before she passed of influenza. Her passing hardened Konrad's heart to all others outside of Lysandra, and only strengthened their bond. Of course this biography isn't about Konrad or Emilia, so you might be wondering why it opens with a paragraph about her parents. Well dear reader, it is impossible to properly introduce our heroine without mentioning them, for her father (whether intentionally or not) shaped her like clay in his own image.
Indeed, Konrad raised his daughter with a love for exploration and she took to it like a fish to water. Her education was mostly private, the finest tutors taught her the classics as well as French and English. The parts the tutors did not cover, her father did. He taught her fencing, hiking, climbing, shooting, riding, orienteering, swimming, and most other outdoor activities he enjoyed. She was his greatest student. After her private education she studied at the University of Berlin, where she received a history degree at her father's suggestion. For the next year or so she traveled, taking care of business for the family in a troubled post-war Europe. At 22 she went on her first minor excursion with her father to the Middle East. It was a huge success and one of Lys' fondest memories. However her father was aging, and it was to be his last time in the field. He was not one to sit and decay however, and still loved to send Lysandra out on expeditions of his own design after treasure he had discerned the location of.
Which brings us to the present day. Konrad had been a lifelong friend of Bradley Carnock and always wondered what had happened to the man since the outset of the Great War. So when he caught wind of Thomas' plan to send a party in search of his fate, he gladly sent his protégé and daughter Lysandra, as well as funds to assist in efforts to locate the missing archaeologist. Of course Lysandra was overjoyed at the chance to help her father as well as take on her first real challenge away from the guiding hand of her father.
Also I'd like everyone to come up with at least one past association with another character. It can be good bad or ugly. You don't need to limit yourself to only one.
Does that mean an NPC or another player character?
Name: Lysandra Maria von Brennenburg Aliases: Nicknamed Lys (pronounced Lees) by her father and her close friends Age: 25 Nationality: Austro-Prussian Ethnicity: Prussian Current Residence: She splits her time between London and her Family's estate in Prussia, Brennenburg. Gender: Female Education: Formally educated in History, with her Father giving her less formal lessons on climbing, shooting, general survival and other techniques applicable to explorers Job: Explorer Role: Scholar, Financier, Adventuress
Appearance
Height: 5'6" (167 cm~) Weight: 130 lbs (59 kg~) Build: Slender, yet noticeably fit Eyes: Icy Blue Hair: Black Skin Tone: Pale white, tends to burn rather than tan Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Both ears pierced, typically wears small studs in them. Personal Style: Lysandra gives off the impression of someone who cares about their appearance. Physically, she is naturally slender, however she has put much time into building her athleticism up and it shows. Her hair is pitch black like a raven's feather, with slight waves that get more intense the further down they get. She wears it slightly past her shoulders, down when she's in public and up in a functional ponytail when she is on a trek. Lys' features are sharp and her neutral expression is one that could be interpreted as disdainful. Despite this, she is considered conventionally attractive by most metrics. She has high-placed cheekbones and a thin, slightly upturned nose. Her lips form a slight pout neutrally, and her chin tapers off into a fine point. When she smiles her mouth gives off a warm, friendly glow. Her english is infected with a heavy german accent, but other than that she is eloquent and possesses a commanding voice, though she is not too skilled at singing.
For social functions she can usually be found in flowing dresses, preferably black ones involving fur. For more active clothes, she typically wears custom tailored Imperial Army trousers in grey, along with a field jacket in light blue. Underneath that she wears a white undershirt. Her boots are custom made to her specifications, made out of dark brown leather and reaching about mid-shin.
Psychology
Curious * Fearless * Resourceful * Driven
Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Lysandra loves to adventure. It's in her blood. Her father taught her to be curious and always look for hidden meanings where none appear. Normalcy bores her to a fault and she hates staying in one place for long. Civilisation causes her to become restless and irritable. However Lys finds that she can distract herself with parties, which she views as a type of adventure, the guests themselves a mystery of sorts to be unraveled. She thinks very highly of her father, who taught her most of what she knows. One thing that gets under her skin is failure. Failing at anything that she puts her mind to is highly demoralising for her. On the flip side, she cannot stand quitters, to her quitting is out of the question. She is impressed by anyone who has put considerable time into one or two talents, as she herself is prone to spreading her time out among various skills as opposed to just one or two. The thing that drives her to hunt for treasures, isn't necessarily the artifacts themselves (though she does possess more than a passing interest in their history and significance) it is the journey that truly captures her heart. Finally, despite her bad case of resting bitch face, she is usually quite cordial to anyone she meets. Habits:
Chews her hair while thinking
Adores tasting alcohol, though she has trouble holding it
Hobbies:
Fencing
Climbing
Drawing
Fears:
Dogs
Disappointing her father
Being abandoned/left behind
Likes:
Trying new drinks
Meeting new people
Hiking
Challenges
Climbing
Dusk
Dislikes:
Being bossed around
The barking of dogs
People who think less of her because she is a woman
Arrogance
History
A Memory:
Lysandra peered out of the frost-coated window and into the horizon. Trees were all that stared back, that and the soft morning sun. Her Father, Konrad von Brennenburg, called her name to get her attention. She was 10, it was August 1914. The Great War had only just begun, yet the distant sound of guns rumbled like thunder in the distance. Young Lys turned back to her father. He was preparing for an expedition. She wouldn't understand for many years, but the Kaiser himself had personally requested his expertise on this trip. It didn't make it any better for her now. Her mother was back in Austria taking care of family business and now that her father was leaving, she would be alone. She had begged and cried for him to stay, but there was no way he could refuse the Kaiser himself, not with the outset of war. Even now she felt her eyes growing wet with tears. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and hugged her father around the waist silently.
She watched from the frosty window as the motorcar containing her father pulled away. Though she did not know it at the time, it would be months until she would see him again. Until she would see either of her parents again. Though her family's estate was far from empty, with it's fair share of servants. Lysandra had never felt more alone. The echo-y halls and rooms felt huge and barren without her father's presence. Even though he was a quiet, patient man who never liked to raise his voice, the old estate felt noticeably warmer when he was there.
History: Lysandra von Brennenburg is her father's daughter. In some ways she has always lived in her father's shadow, but it's hard not to when your father is as well-known as hers. He has trekked the world over and made so many discoveries that they are too numerous to list here, the Kaiser himself as well as the Habsburgs had commissioned him to search for certain objects in the past and in his lifetime he had nearly doubled the family's previous modest fortune into one that would have them set comfortably for many generations. Of course this biography isn't about him, so you might be wondering why it opens with a paragraph on him. Well dear reader, it is impossible to properly introduce our heroine without mentioning her father, for he (whether intentionally or not) shaped her like clay in his own image.
Indeed, Konrad raised his daughter with a love for exploration and she took to it like a fish to water. Her education was mostly private, the finest tutors taught her the classics as well as French and English. The parts the tutors did not cover, her father did. He taught her fencing, hiking, climbing, shooting, riding, orienteering, swimming, and most other outdoor activities he enjoyed. She was his greatest student. After her private education she studied at the University of Berlin, where she received a history degree at her father's suggestion. For the next year or so she traveled, taking care of business for the family in a troubled post-war Europe. At 22 she went on her first minor excursion with her father to the Middle East. It was a huge success and one of Lys' fondest memories. However her father was aging, and it was to be his last time in the field. He was not one to sit and decay however, and still loved to send Lysandra out on expeditions of his own design after treasure he had discerned the location of.
Which brings us to the present day. Konrad had been a lifelong friend of Bradley Carnock and always wondered what had happened to the man since the outset of the Great War. So when he caught wind of Thomas' plan to send a party in search of his fate, he gladly sent his protégé and daughter Lysandra, as well as funds to assist in efforts to locate the missing archaeologist. Of course Lysandra was overjoyed at the chance to help her father as well as take on her first real challenge away from the guiding hand of her father.
I am Amaranth, witch of the wilds. Through shadow and legend I walk, haunting mortals like you. So... Are you a vulture , I wonder? A scavenger poking amidst a corpse whose bones have been long since cleaned? Or merely an intruder, come into this darkspawn filled page of mine in search of... a bio?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I am Amaranth, witch of the wilds. Through shadow and legend I walk, haunting mortals like you. So... Are you a vulture , I wonder? A scavenger poking amidst a corpse whose bones have been long since cleaned? Or merely an intruder, come into this darkspawn filled page of mine in search of... a bio?</div>
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