Member
Name: Ariel Lightwood
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance:
She is 5 foot 7 inches. Unlike the picture, she has heterochromia, her left eye being blue and her right eye being brown. She normally keeps her hair tied into a pony tail behind her back so it does not get in the way.
Bio:
She was born in the City of Golden Shores, her parents being somewhat successful merchants and she herself assisting them in their work. At the age of ten, they were set upon one night by a gang of thieves, who had proceeded to relieve the three of all their valuables and profits of the day. Not happy yet with their haul, they then tried to steal her as well from them, presumably to sell her as a servant on the black market. Her parents, having attempted to fight back against the kidnapping, were stabbed multiple times in front of her. Before the group could take her however, they were ambushed by a rogue vigilante, his fiery blades cutting through cloth and skin like butter.
Nicholson, as her savior introduced himself, took her in, raising her as if she was his own. He taught her how to steal food and clothing without being detected, how to defend herself, and even continued teaching her how to read and write. For several years, they lived happily with each other, despite the harrowing circumstances they regularly encountered. However, after she turned eighteen, he had become very sick. During this time, she spent all the money she could find and steal on trying to find a cure for him. Having found nothing, his time came at the beginning of the next year. Before his death however, he bequeathed to her his pair of fiery blades and pleaded with her not to continue their lifestyle, wanting her to achieve something greater in her life.
Grief ridden, she took odd jobs in an attempt to follow her long time mentor's last wishes. After four years, she had begun to despise the city she had been born and raised in, having made very little progress in her attempts at an honest living. Then, one night while trying to drink her worries away in an inn, she heard tales of a company of mercenaries by the name of the Bloodrose Irregulars. The next morning, she gathered up what little possesions she had and left for Honimora, figuring anything was better than staying in her birthplace.
Now, being a new recruit to the company, she awaited her first mission...
Fighting Style: Thief. She has very swift and agile movements, focusing on dispatching her opponent as quickly and quietly as possible. Sneak attacks and back attacks are her specialty, and is not beyond the use of trickery to get the best of her opponent.
Equipment: A pair of Tanto daggers. Also carries several throwing knives.
Skills/Abilities: Her main blades are relics of the fire type, allowing her to spontaneously heat them up at will to a glowing, white hot temperature without damaging the blades. She is currently however unable to maintain the heat for more than a few seconds. She is also talented at remaining hidden and quiet.
Other Information:
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance:
She is 5 foot 7 inches. Unlike the picture, she has heterochromia, her left eye being blue and her right eye being brown. She normally keeps her hair tied into a pony tail behind her back so it does not get in the way.
Bio:
She was born in the City of Golden Shores, her parents being somewhat successful merchants and she herself assisting them in their work. At the age of ten, they were set upon one night by a gang of thieves, who had proceeded to relieve the three of all their valuables and profits of the day. Not happy yet with their haul, they then tried to steal her as well from them, presumably to sell her as a servant on the black market. Her parents, having attempted to fight back against the kidnapping, were stabbed multiple times in front of her. Before the group could take her however, they were ambushed by a rogue vigilante, his fiery blades cutting through cloth and skin like butter.
Nicholson, as her savior introduced himself, took her in, raising her as if she was his own. He taught her how to steal food and clothing without being detected, how to defend herself, and even continued teaching her how to read and write. For several years, they lived happily with each other, despite the harrowing circumstances they regularly encountered. However, after she turned eighteen, he had become very sick. During this time, she spent all the money she could find and steal on trying to find a cure for him. Having found nothing, his time came at the beginning of the next year. Before his death however, he bequeathed to her his pair of fiery blades and pleaded with her not to continue their lifestyle, wanting her to achieve something greater in her life.
Grief ridden, she took odd jobs in an attempt to follow her long time mentor's last wishes. After four years, she had begun to despise the city she had been born and raised in, having made very little progress in her attempts at an honest living. Then, one night while trying to drink her worries away in an inn, she heard tales of a company of mercenaries by the name of the Bloodrose Irregulars. The next morning, she gathered up what little possesions she had and left for Honimora, figuring anything was better than staying in her birthplace.
Now, being a new recruit to the company, she awaited her first mission...
Fighting Style: Thief. She has very swift and agile movements, focusing on dispatching her opponent as quickly and quietly as possible. Sneak attacks and back attacks are her specialty, and is not beyond the use of trickery to get the best of her opponent.
Equipment: A pair of Tanto daggers. Also carries several throwing knives.
Skills/Abilities: Her main blades are relics of the fire type, allowing her to spontaneously heat them up at will to a glowing, white hot temperature without damaging the blades. She is currently however unable to maintain the heat for more than a few seconds. She is also talented at remaining hidden and quiet.
Other Information: