Post by Hatura on Sept 26, 2013 21:35:11 GMT -5
*Name: Hatura Kotame
*Age: 19
*Gender: Female though often mistaken for a boy
*Race: Human
Location: City of Hollow
*Class: Fighter
*Appearance: Due to her past life Hatura’s deep red hair reaches down to the back of her neck and can easily cover her dark purple eyes if matted down by water. Not caring all too much about her outward appearance she wears a light blue coat that comes down to her knees obviously made for someone a bit bigger causing her to roll up her sleeves and holding them in place via buckles and straps. In sharp contrast to her attire she carries a bright red ‘bucket’ on her front that she used to wear back on the streets to carry food or other trinkets though now it’s mostly left at home in order to not get in the way, as a replacement she wears a dull gray pack at around waist-height that is held in place almost back-pack style. The only article of clothing she wears beneath her coat are black pants that flair out at the bottom leading too her shoes that are assembled via bits and pieces of different material. For overall physical appearance Hatura is rather small and is as thin as a twig without her coat with and as no overly feminine assets to speak of causing many to think of her as a boy.
*About: Hatura grew and lived on the streets for a long time before finally coming to Avaleur and now seeing as she has some influence in town she intends to have as much fun as possible while only looking out for herself, so saying that Hatura is assertive is putting it lightly, if there is something she wants she’ll get it no matter what it takes, even if it means getting her hands dirty, and unless you’re of some use to her she couldn't be any more rude and blunt about her thoughts of you. Due to her size and appearance mistaking her for a boy is a good way to get on her flustered or, if pushed to far, on her bad side though it’s hard enough to get on her good side in the first place due to her quick temper and direct way of addressing people; the only time she isn't rude is if she is a compromising position or her life is in danger. Now-a-days Hatura’s joys are few and the only way for her to crack a smile is either something she finds funny or obtaining some of her only joys which are: money, getting whatever it is she wants, or getting to mess around with her new fascination with killing people as of late.
*Weakness/Fear: Hatura’s back is remarkably sensitive to any kind of contact so she generally tries to keep people within view and gets very nervous if someone is behind her. Her only fear is being forced back into the old life she had and now focuses on not letting that happen.
Weapons: Despite her size Hatura prefers hand-to-hand fighting most of all but isn't afraid of using random nearby objects to fight with
Magic: no magical powers at all
History: Hatura had no parents to speak of or at least none that she can remember, what she does remember is learning, learning by watching people watching their habits which of the homeless they took pity one which disgusting pleas of mercy obtained the most coin of food once she mastered that she applied it to her own miserable life watching as people look down on her innocent form ‘pitying such a small girl’ or ‘wondering how she landed herself in such a position’ or the worst of them all ‘how such a pretty YOUNG BOY had no home to call his own’ those ones really irked her to no end but she swallowed her pride so that she might later swallow some food in the frozen city. Outside of the public eye she fought with homeless for money and food, fought with thieves to keep that money and food, and fought with anyone who got between her and her desire to live another day and leave this cursed fate given to her. One day as if she wished upon a star a shipment of metals on its way to Avaleur was rolling through the slums, obviously due to some blockade in the higher parts of town, so it was no surprise when every down-on-his-luck bum with half a brain rushed the cart in hope of grabbing some of the metal for their own purposes or for selling later down the road in hopes of obtaining some coin despite the risk of being kill by the guards, and while Hatura did rush the cart she had a different plan entirely, dodging metal and falling bodies alike and using her size to her advantage she snuck into the back of the cart hiding under cloth and disguising herself as just another pile of concealed metal. After a few days of traveling Hatura had a plan and that was to sneak out while they were unloading the resources and steal the payment money which would cause a little mayhem as she made her escape and begun a new life for herself; that plan would have worked out perfectly had there not been a back-alley deal between a guard and one of the merchants concerning the purchase of illicit products, mistaking the sheet Hatura was hidden under for the one that hid the guard’s purchase he was quite surprised when he pulled back the sheet to unveil a stowaway, leaving no time for the guard to yell she quickly silenced him the only way she knew how: murder. Luckily no one else saw her as she dashed away from the scene of the crime making sure she held fast to not only the deceased guard’s coin purse, but to his house keys thinking of nothing more than of how happy she was to leave her dead-end past life.
Guild: none
Pets: none
*Age: 19
*Gender: Female though often mistaken for a boy
*Race: Human
Location: City of Hollow
*Class: Fighter
*Appearance: Due to her past life Hatura’s deep red hair reaches down to the back of her neck and can easily cover her dark purple eyes if matted down by water. Not caring all too much about her outward appearance she wears a light blue coat that comes down to her knees obviously made for someone a bit bigger causing her to roll up her sleeves and holding them in place via buckles and straps. In sharp contrast to her attire she carries a bright red ‘bucket’ on her front that she used to wear back on the streets to carry food or other trinkets though now it’s mostly left at home in order to not get in the way, as a replacement she wears a dull gray pack at around waist-height that is held in place almost back-pack style. The only article of clothing she wears beneath her coat are black pants that flair out at the bottom leading too her shoes that are assembled via bits and pieces of different material. For overall physical appearance Hatura is rather small and is as thin as a twig without her coat with and as no overly feminine assets to speak of causing many to think of her as a boy.
*About: Hatura grew and lived on the streets for a long time before finally coming to Avaleur and now seeing as she has some influence in town she intends to have as much fun as possible while only looking out for herself, so saying that Hatura is assertive is putting it lightly, if there is something she wants she’ll get it no matter what it takes, even if it means getting her hands dirty, and unless you’re of some use to her she couldn't be any more rude and blunt about her thoughts of you. Due to her size and appearance mistaking her for a boy is a good way to get on her flustered or, if pushed to far, on her bad side though it’s hard enough to get on her good side in the first place due to her quick temper and direct way of addressing people; the only time she isn't rude is if she is a compromising position or her life is in danger. Now-a-days Hatura’s joys are few and the only way for her to crack a smile is either something she finds funny or obtaining some of her only joys which are: money, getting whatever it is she wants, or getting to mess around with her new fascination with killing people as of late.
*Weakness/Fear: Hatura’s back is remarkably sensitive to any kind of contact so she generally tries to keep people within view and gets very nervous if someone is behind her. Her only fear is being forced back into the old life she had and now focuses on not letting that happen.
Weapons: Despite her size Hatura prefers hand-to-hand fighting most of all but isn't afraid of using random nearby objects to fight with
Magic: no magical powers at all
History: Hatura had no parents to speak of or at least none that she can remember, what she does remember is learning, learning by watching people watching their habits which of the homeless they took pity one which disgusting pleas of mercy obtained the most coin of food once she mastered that she applied it to her own miserable life watching as people look down on her innocent form ‘pitying such a small girl’ or ‘wondering how she landed herself in such a position’ or the worst of them all ‘how such a pretty YOUNG BOY had no home to call his own’ those ones really irked her to no end but she swallowed her pride so that she might later swallow some food in the frozen city. Outside of the public eye she fought with homeless for money and food, fought with thieves to keep that money and food, and fought with anyone who got between her and her desire to live another day and leave this cursed fate given to her. One day as if she wished upon a star a shipment of metals on its way to Avaleur was rolling through the slums, obviously due to some blockade in the higher parts of town, so it was no surprise when every down-on-his-luck bum with half a brain rushed the cart in hope of grabbing some of the metal for their own purposes or for selling later down the road in hopes of obtaining some coin despite the risk of being kill by the guards, and while Hatura did rush the cart she had a different plan entirely, dodging metal and falling bodies alike and using her size to her advantage she snuck into the back of the cart hiding under cloth and disguising herself as just another pile of concealed metal. After a few days of traveling Hatura had a plan and that was to sneak out while they were unloading the resources and steal the payment money which would cause a little mayhem as she made her escape and begun a new life for herself; that plan would have worked out perfectly had there not been a back-alley deal between a guard and one of the merchants concerning the purchase of illicit products, mistaking the sheet Hatura was hidden under for the one that hid the guard’s purchase he was quite surprised when he pulled back the sheet to unveil a stowaway, leaving no time for the guard to yell she quickly silenced him the only way she knew how: murder. Luckily no one else saw her as she dashed away from the scene of the crime making sure she held fast to not only the deceased guard’s coin purse, but to his house keys thinking of nothing more than of how happy she was to leave her dead-end past life.
Guild: none
Pets: none
