Alianor spent most of the hunt silently fuming. They had no right to force her out like this, traipsing through the forest and trying to get her to slaughter animals. She kept her bow at her side as, unfortauntely, Ronan wasn't quite in a position where she would be able to shoot an arrow at him. It was obvious from how she moved that she was stiff and sore from the traipse the day before which only served to make her all the more grumpy. Really if she could she would shoot all of his men instead of an animal. It wasn't that she had anything against the killing of animals, it was the natural cycle of things after all, it's just that she didn't want to do it. She didn't think she could. She preferred to just eat food and not think about where it came from. That was always the easiest thing to do.
The sight of the deer lying in the mud, dying slowly and obviously in pain caused Alianor to gag slightly. They could have at least gotten a clean shot. "What?" she looked confused for a few moments as she was handed the knife, staring at the item in her hands before her gaze hardened. The glare she sent at Ronan was almost harsher than the others, more hateful and judging. But nonetheless she took a steadying breath and knelt down beside the poor creature. "Fine." Closing her eyes she quickly finished the job, staying crouched where she was for a few moments as she opened her eyes and stared at the now bloody knife in faint disgust. Then the slightest of smiles crept across her lips as she slowly turned away from the doe.
She quickly darted forward, stabbing the knife into Ronan's leg and making sure it lodged itself into his flesh. Then she jumped back, standing up and brushing off her hands with a slight smirk. "Done. You happy, now?" her words were venomous but it was obvious she was reasonably pleased with herself. She also didn't seem to be actively trying to actually kill Ronan, after all if she had been she would have aimed for somewhere much higher than his leg. She had just wanted to cause him some harm, and had seen her opportunity. It was somewhat of a release of all the days frustrations.
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Yes! Those two are pretty cool! Actually quite like the Togruta :) Yeah, I only had one and I didn't really like him much... far too boring.
I'm really excited to see everyone's characters :D I'm just so excited
I'm really excited to see everyone's characters :D I'm just so excited
Yeah, odd love for random races rules xD I wrote out a reasonable amount but yeah I'll probably end up going against half of it when I actually start writing IC. Meh, character development of course xD And its only a vague personality
Yeah, that sounds good! And definitely for picking if we get more than one - we should especially try and get one that fits with the current group. I'm really excited now... Although I was already really excited
Thanks, that helps! Well the name... Colour not so needed. I can now change his name in the bio from a Hutt to Mavuah the Hutt. Much more specific
Yeah, that sounds good! And definitely for picking if we get more than one - we should especially try and get one that fits with the current group. I'm really excited now... Although I was already really excited
Thanks, that helps! Well the name... Colour not so needed. I can now change his name in the bio from a Hutt to Mavuah the Hutt. Much more specific
I have this odd love for Twi'lek :D I don't even know where it came from, really, just that all of my star wars characters have been Twi'lek (apart from that one human)
Also, I've pretty much finished my character sheet xD I have no life. The personality is terrible, though, as its so hard to put personality into words. I have what she's like pictured in my mind just struggling to write it down
Also, I've pretty much finished my character sheet xD I have no life. The personality is terrible, though, as its so hard to put personality into words. I have what she's like pictured in my mind just struggling to write it down
"Maybe I will," Alianor growled, looking really quite annoyed. It looked like she really was going hunting. She had hoped she was just going to be left to her own devices until Ronan decided to get rid of her in exchange for some money. Seemed it wasn't going to be that easy. But hunting! It was quite an unladylike activity. It was popular among some of the men at the court for sport but certainly not the ladies. They would never even consider such a thing.
Alianor was quite taken aback by the cheerfulness of the other woman, added to by the fact she hadn't though there were any other women in the camp. Well she had obviously been wrong in that respect. She narrowed her eyes in a scrutinising manner. Why would any woman, no matter what class they came from, lower themselves to working with men such as these? It just didn't make sense to her at all. "Well, thank you," Alianor murmured politely in the response to the compliment. And what she said about her hair was true, so she wouldn't take offence to that. It would be nice if there was some way to brush it. "Nice to meet you, Kessah. And no thank you, something normal will do." The last thing she wanted to do was attract any more male attention. And it just wasn't appropriate anyway. She was surprisingly polite, though, when she spoke in reply to Kessah. Maybe it was the fact that she was a fellow woman. It made Alianor more inclined to trust her and less likely to judge. There could be all sorts of reasons for her being here.
Alianor was quick to give comments about what was being made for her, although she didn't have many adjustments that had to be made. What she ended up with was pretty plain, of course, but it would do. She had tried to get it made for comfort more than style, the opposite of what she normally wore but necessary for whatever she was going to have to do. She wanted something comfortable if she was going to be doing something like hunting. Once the outfit was done she thanked Kessah quite genuinely, darting off into the cave to get changed in privacy. It took her a while to managed to get out of her dress, even if it was simple it wasn't exactly made to be easily put on and taken off. But soon enough she emerged fully changed. The outfit was practical and comfortable, yet still relatively fitted enough to enhance the curves and body shape she had. The whole thing just felt... odd to her. She was so used to having some kind of skirt and had gotten used to walking with one. She wasn't sure what she thought of wearing trousers. "Well, I'm as ready as I'm every going to be." She frowned, obviously still not happy with the prospect of being forced to go hunting. However, even if she wasn't going to admit it, she was quite pleased with with the clothes Kessah had managed to fix up for her.
Alianor was quite taken aback by the cheerfulness of the other woman, added to by the fact she hadn't though there were any other women in the camp. Well she had obviously been wrong in that respect. She narrowed her eyes in a scrutinising manner. Why would any woman, no matter what class they came from, lower themselves to working with men such as these? It just didn't make sense to her at all. "Well, thank you," Alianor murmured politely in the response to the compliment. And what she said about her hair was true, so she wouldn't take offence to that. It would be nice if there was some way to brush it. "Nice to meet you, Kessah. And no thank you, something normal will do." The last thing she wanted to do was attract any more male attention. And it just wasn't appropriate anyway. She was surprisingly polite, though, when she spoke in reply to Kessah. Maybe it was the fact that she was a fellow woman. It made Alianor more inclined to trust her and less likely to judge. There could be all sorts of reasons for her being here.
Alianor was quick to give comments about what was being made for her, although she didn't have many adjustments that had to be made. What she ended up with was pretty plain, of course, but it would do. She had tried to get it made for comfort more than style, the opposite of what she normally wore but necessary for whatever she was going to have to do. She wanted something comfortable if she was going to be doing something like hunting. Once the outfit was done she thanked Kessah quite genuinely, darting off into the cave to get changed in privacy. It took her a while to managed to get out of her dress, even if it was simple it wasn't exactly made to be easily put on and taken off. But soon enough she emerged fully changed. The outfit was practical and comfortable, yet still relatively fitted enough to enhance the curves and body shape she had. The whole thing just felt... odd to her. She was so used to having some kind of skirt and had gotten used to walking with one. She wasn't sure what she thought of wearing trousers. "Well, I'm as ready as I'm every going to be." She frowned, obviously still not happy with the prospect of being forced to go hunting. However, even if she wasn't going to admit it, she was quite pleased with with the clothes Kessah had managed to fix up for her.
Alianor had glanced about warily upon leaving the cave, scowl still on her lips. She had, of course, noticed the looks from the bandits but hadn't expected on to actually approach her. She tried to pull her hand away, but to no avail, and fear suddenly shot through her mind. Sure she believed Ronan when he said he didn't allow untoward behaviour (if he had something would have happened far earlier) but without him around well... there was nothing stopping him men. She couldn't exactly defend herself and she had no idea how to respond to this man. She doubted a polite denial would work. Her mind was running through all the possibilities, how to get out of this situation, if she could get out of this situation when suddenly the man wasn't gripping her hand any more. She was confused for a few moments, eyes widening as she glanced over at Gort.
"Eh, thank you, Gort," Alianor just about managed to stutter out, looking really quite shocked. Well that had been unexpected... Kick the side or back of the knee. Definitely something she was going to remember. Hopefully something like this wouldn't happen again. She would be more careful next time. She watched Gort as he walked off, obviously curious. He was a strange man and she wondered how he had fallen in with these kinds of people. Beyond his appearance he didn't seem much like a bandit. He seemed quite unlike most of the other men.
"What?!" Alianor had just about shook herself out of her shocked daze when Ronan appeared, shoving a bow and quiver at her. She stared down at it in confusion, before looking back up at him. "You're joking, right?" Her eyes were cold and she looked really quite put out. There was no way she was going out hunting with them. She wasn't going to kill an animal. She wasn't going to do that kind of work. It was beneath her, really. "I will not." Anyway, it wasn't like she would be of any use. Yes it was somewhat traditional for women in the court to learn how to use an archery for target practice but it was not an activity Alianor had ever shown any interest in. She had only learned to shoot a bow at the insistence of her husband. He had believed she should have at least some way of defending herself. "And anyway, I am more likely to hit a tree or one of your men, accidentally," she was quick to put stress on that fact, [/b]"than I am to... you know... hit... an animal."[/b] She glared quite angrily at Ronan. It was all his fault she was having difficulty properly making full, coherent sentences. He could not force her to do something like this. And he was mocking her. Mocking her! "A change of clothes would be appreciated, however." As loathe as she was to wear trousers she would rather that than stay in this dress. It was, after all, rather ruined. Something clean would be better really. Although she was not going hunting. No way.
"Eh, thank you, Gort," Alianor just about managed to stutter out, looking really quite shocked. Well that had been unexpected... Kick the side or back of the knee. Definitely something she was going to remember. Hopefully something like this wouldn't happen again. She would be more careful next time. She watched Gort as he walked off, obviously curious. He was a strange man and she wondered how he had fallen in with these kinds of people. Beyond his appearance he didn't seem much like a bandit. He seemed quite unlike most of the other men.
"What?!" Alianor had just about shook herself out of her shocked daze when Ronan appeared, shoving a bow and quiver at her. She stared down at it in confusion, before looking back up at him. "You're joking, right?" Her eyes were cold and she looked really quite put out. There was no way she was going out hunting with them. She wasn't going to kill an animal. She wasn't going to do that kind of work. It was beneath her, really. "I will not." Anyway, it wasn't like she would be of any use. Yes it was somewhat traditional for women in the court to learn how to use an archery for target practice but it was not an activity Alianor had ever shown any interest in. She had only learned to shoot a bow at the insistence of her husband. He had believed she should have at least some way of defending herself. "And anyway, I am more likely to hit a tree or one of your men, accidentally," she was quick to put stress on that fact, [/b]"than I am to... you know... hit... an animal."[/b] She glared quite angrily at Ronan. It was all his fault she was having difficulty properly making full, coherent sentences. He could not force her to do something like this. And he was mocking her. Mocking her! "A change of clothes would be appreciated, however." As loathe as she was to wear trousers she would rather that than stay in this dress. It was, after all, rather ruined. Something clean would be better really. Although she was not going hunting. No way.
I think I will go the slave route with my character - seems like it will just work all the better in the story and yup I'd quite like to do that. She can totally find out the access code and all that, after threatening to tell the hutt so that she's taken along.
I, personally, think it would be pretty good to just keep it between us - more likely the rp will actually get somewhere, keeps it concentrated on the small group and it would probably just work well in general. But that's my opinion *shrugs* And I've always preferred roleplays with smaller groups
I, personally, think it would be pretty good to just keep it between us - more likely the rp will actually get somewhere, keeps it concentrated on the small group and it would probably just work well in general. But that's my opinion *shrugs* And I've always preferred roleplays with smaller groups
Alianor, surprisingly, took the hand Ronan offered her and followed him into the cave. The warmth inside was welcome, she had began to get quite cold in what she was wearing (something definitely not made for colder evenings). And she was completely exhausted, really needing some more sleep. At the moment she wasn't too bothered about where she was sleeping or the fact she would be sleeping in the same place as a bandit leader. She didn't really care. If he'd wanted to kill her or do anything else... well he'd had plenty of chances to do so. It wasn't like she had any way to defend herself. She didn't have much power in this situation anyway, but she might as well try to get a good nights sleep.
She couldn't help but glance at Ronan's bare torso, quickly noticing the markings upon it. Of course it was the brand over his heart that caught her attention the most. She stared for a few moments, before glancing away and biting her lip. She recognised that mark... but she wasn't sure where it was from. Her memory was failing her in this respect. It would come to her, she was sure. But it was curious. Why would this bandit leader have a brand she recognised? "I doubt I could ruin that," she sighed, just sounding tired as she managed to just about catch the pillows he threw at her. To the rest she just nodded, concentrating on trying to organise the pillows into something that would be vaguely comfortable to sleep on. Not what she was used to, but then again nothing was. She did catch the fact that Gort was a magic user. Curious. She'd have to remember that.
Yawning again she curled up with the pillows she'd been given, eyes closing. Even exhausted as she was it took her a long while to sleep. Her thoughts kept on straying, and one moment she would be close to sleep when something important would come across her mind that she would have to consider. Even so eventually she drifted off into a deep, and thankfully dreamless, sleep.
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It was late in the morning when Alianor woke, glancing about her surroundings blearily. Sitting up, she stretched with a slight groan. Everything hurt, her legs and back especially, undoubtedly from the trek over here the day before. Now that she was was fully awake and no longer exhausted she felt absolutely horrible. Her dress was in a terrible state and her long, dark hair even worse. Running her fingers through it didn't help at all, apart from getting out a few of the knots. She doubted anyone had a comb around here. She must look quite the picture, not exactly what a noble lady should be like. Even so, standing up she once again held herself with pride and arrogance though there was quite a deep scowl on her face. She was far from happy, sore all over, dirty and really quite hungry. Just the way she wanted to start her day. Deciding that she might as well see if there was any edible food around she headed over to the door, hoping it wasn't locked as she pushed it open.
She couldn't help but glance at Ronan's bare torso, quickly noticing the markings upon it. Of course it was the brand over his heart that caught her attention the most. She stared for a few moments, before glancing away and biting her lip. She recognised that mark... but she wasn't sure where it was from. Her memory was failing her in this respect. It would come to her, she was sure. But it was curious. Why would this bandit leader have a brand she recognised? "I doubt I could ruin that," she sighed, just sounding tired as she managed to just about catch the pillows he threw at her. To the rest she just nodded, concentrating on trying to organise the pillows into something that would be vaguely comfortable to sleep on. Not what she was used to, but then again nothing was. She did catch the fact that Gort was a magic user. Curious. She'd have to remember that.
Yawning again she curled up with the pillows she'd been given, eyes closing. Even exhausted as she was it took her a long while to sleep. Her thoughts kept on straying, and one moment she would be close to sleep when something important would come across her mind that she would have to consider. Even so eventually she drifted off into a deep, and thankfully dreamless, sleep.
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It was late in the morning when Alianor woke, glancing about her surroundings blearily. Sitting up, she stretched with a slight groan. Everything hurt, her legs and back especially, undoubtedly from the trek over here the day before. Now that she was was fully awake and no longer exhausted she felt absolutely horrible. Her dress was in a terrible state and her long, dark hair even worse. Running her fingers through it didn't help at all, apart from getting out a few of the knots. She doubted anyone had a comb around here. She must look quite the picture, not exactly what a noble lady should be like. Even so, standing up she once again held herself with pride and arrogance though there was quite a deep scowl on her face. She was far from happy, sore all over, dirty and really quite hungry. Just the way she wanted to start her day. Deciding that she might as well see if there was any edible food around she headed over to the door, hoping it wasn't locked as she pushed it open.
"Well it is nice to know I currently don't have to fear for my life," Alianor replied with a slightly arched eyebrow. That was a relief. Although she didn't like the idea of him keeping her around... The last thing she wanted was a prolonged stay in this place. Well, she would just have to make sure he got bored of her soon enough. Though she had a feeling that by just talking she was providing some form of entertainment. She didn't like this one bit. She felt so out of control, and she rarely felt out of control. "And I'm sure it will be my father." Though her voice was mostly confident there was some uncertainty now obvious. Although it wasn't like anyone else would want to pay money for a ransom. If her husband had been a live... If he had been. But he wasn't, so she couldn't be certain. It depended on how my her father valued her, really. They had never been to close. After all, she was only a girl.
"I'm impressed," her gaze sharply moved to Gort, head slightly tilted as she appraised him. It was obvious that she was quite shocked to hear something like that coming from the mouth of someone who seemed so... uneducated. He wasn't exactly appealing to look at and, to tell the truth, was rather terrifying. Certainly not some who she had expected to know a line such as that. It was something that she only vaguely recognised, didn't really know, which was slightly embarrassing. This Gort fellow, though, seemed interesting. Maybe all the bandits weren't so bad. Although they were still all murderers and thieves, but at least some were educated murderers and thieves. She was quite taken back by what Gort apologising. Well, that was unexpected. "Thank you, I guess, Gort." She dipped her head, truly lost for words. Certainly not a normal thin when it came to her. She frowned, staring into the fire and ignoring what was going on around her.
She guessed she really was stuck in this situation. She didn't like it, not one bit, but maybe she could learn something useful. Like... no, she couldn't think of anything she could learn from this group of bandits. Wait, that was it! If she learned their ways when she eventually got out she would be able to aid whoever decided to come and capture or execute this bunch. Whatever happened when it was discovered they were in this forest. Yes, that was what she could do.
Her thoughts soon drifted as she gradually began to drift into a half asleep state where she sat, drooping forward slightly. Her thoughts surrounded her family, her father, older brother and two younger brothers, and the one she never managed to have with her husband. It moved through a lot of memories from the past few years, lingering on only a few before moving on. It zoned in on the moment of her husband's death, the terrible sickness that had left him bedridden for months before taking him. She woke with a start, a quiet gasp escaping her lips. She was momentarily confused about where she was, glancing about and stifling a yawn. She was sure she couldn't have been asleep for too long, though the stars where beginning to rise.
"Is it possible to retire for the night? I do not know about you, but I have had a very tiring day." Her glare was accusatory but mostly ineffective considering her rather exhausted state.
"I'm impressed," her gaze sharply moved to Gort, head slightly tilted as she appraised him. It was obvious that she was quite shocked to hear something like that coming from the mouth of someone who seemed so... uneducated. He wasn't exactly appealing to look at and, to tell the truth, was rather terrifying. Certainly not some who she had expected to know a line such as that. It was something that she only vaguely recognised, didn't really know, which was slightly embarrassing. This Gort fellow, though, seemed interesting. Maybe all the bandits weren't so bad. Although they were still all murderers and thieves, but at least some were educated murderers and thieves. She was quite taken back by what Gort apologising. Well, that was unexpected. "Thank you, I guess, Gort." She dipped her head, truly lost for words. Certainly not a normal thin when it came to her. She frowned, staring into the fire and ignoring what was going on around her.
She guessed she really was stuck in this situation. She didn't like it, not one bit, but maybe she could learn something useful. Like... no, she couldn't think of anything she could learn from this group of bandits. Wait, that was it! If she learned their ways when she eventually got out she would be able to aid whoever decided to come and capture or execute this bunch. Whatever happened when it was discovered they were in this forest. Yes, that was what she could do.
Her thoughts soon drifted as she gradually began to drift into a half asleep state where she sat, drooping forward slightly. Her thoughts surrounded her family, her father, older brother and two younger brothers, and the one she never managed to have with her husband. It moved through a lot of memories from the past few years, lingering on only a few before moving on. It zoned in on the moment of her husband's death, the terrible sickness that had left him bedridden for months before taking him. She woke with a start, a quiet gasp escaping her lips. She was momentarily confused about where she was, glancing about and stifling a yawn. She was sure she couldn't have been asleep for too long, though the stars where beginning to rise.
"Is it possible to retire for the night? I do not know about you, but I have had a very tiring day." Her glare was accusatory but mostly ineffective considering her rather exhausted state.
Well if you're looking for another person, I'd love to join :) Haven't roleplayed Star Wars in ages and this crazy sounding adventure sounds like the perfect thing! I should probably watch the movies again though... My current only character thought is probably a female twi'lek who either currently is a slave (probably to the same hutt as the twins which would add connections, you know) or who was a slave but escaped and is trying to make a living by doing just about anything, dabbling in stuff from attempting to be a mechanic to just whatever people don't want to do as long as its low profile.
But yeah, that is if you'll have me. I told myself I'd reached my roleplay limit but this just sounds like far too much fun to miss out on
(Also I've watched Guardians of the Galaxy xP)
But yeah, that is if you'll have me. I told myself I'd reached my roleplay limit but this just sounds like far too much fun to miss out on
(Also I've watched Guardians of the Galaxy xP)
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