Iriel Calder 4/6rosesandlimesSeptember 26 2011, 02:51:19 UTC
5. Previous Game Developments: None! Starting fresh!
6. Appearance: Iriel is five-foot-six. She has long blonde hair which she keeps tied back in a ponytail more often than not, and expressive hazel eyes. Iriel is not a formally trained soldier, but she’s pretty damn close, which means she’s fit, strong, and looks it. Lean, but more than able to flex those muscles to make them pop.
Considering her background and what she does for the resistance, Iriel hasn’t escaped all of her missions unscathed. She has a few significant scars on her left forearm where she warded off the knife of a Deadworld participant, a scar from a bullet she took in the gut from one of Gerard’s Deadworld guards.
Iriel also has tattoos. On her forearm, just below the crook of her elbow she has a small pink rose blossom, and in the same position on her left arm, a wedge of a lime. These are two discreet symbols she chose to represent her saint, Levia. She also has a flower and ink spatter design over her left shoulder, which can be seen here.
7. Abilities: Iriel’s skills are completely a result of hard work and a great deal of training. While she lacks supernatural abilities, she is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, shooting bows, crossbows, handguns, rifles, and can mostly hold her own in a knife-fight. While competent with these weapons, the one with which she excels is use of her compound bow.
Other things she’s picked up along the way include lock-picking, basic hacking methods with technological devices, hot-wiring cars, and lying through her teeth like pro.
Iriel can also hold her liquor but she’s by no means in the same league as someone like Kevas.
8. Languages: English/Common
9. Items: Unfortunately, Iriel doesn’t have a lot of her personal effects on her. There’s a small figurine of Levia in her pocket, and a locket with a picture of her mother in it, but that’s it. With permission, I’d like her to have her hookah which she uses during rare moments of prayer and meditation.
10. Weapons: Iriel is being taken from a point in time in which she is in the middle off a rather large mission. As such, she’s pretty heavily armed. She has a compound bow in excellent condition, and a quiver of a few dozen arrows or so. A 9mm gun is strapped to her right thigh, while a bowie knife with a well worn leather handle hangs off of her left hip. Unfortunately, she was parted with her other gun, the equivalent of a G3KA4 before brought to Holloway’s Keep. So, while she has spare clips for both guns, she only has the 9mm with her.
Of course, these won’t be as much use to her, being nerfed down to the same effectiveness as crowd-control weapons.
Iriel Calder 5/6rosesandlimesSeptember 26 2011, 02:51:52 UTC
11. Writing sample - Third Person Prose: A wave of warmth hit Iriel as she walked in through the main entrance of the Black Garlic restaurant. It was early in the evening, but the cold weather had settled in quickly once the sun had gone down. Iriel’s hands, shoved deep in the fleece lined pockets of her black jacket, were warm, but her cheeks which were red from the nip of the cold wind were flushed.
“Kahlua hot chocolate," she said to Fiel, who was carrying a plastic tub of dirty dishes away from a table. Iriel paused a beat, and then added, “Make it a double?"
“Is it that cold or did it go that badly?" Fiel asked. She carried the tub into the kitchens and Iriel waited until she emerged to answer.
“It’s that cold, and Jerier continues to prove that he is less evolved than a monkey with flippers," Iriel replied with obvious annoyance. “Asshole tried to make off with the money before he gave me our shit."
“What is that, the fourth time now?" Fiel asked incredulously. Then with a snort and a shake of her head, she poured a liberal amount of Kahlua into Iriel’s cup and turned around to finish making the hot chocolate. Milk was heated and poured in with a pre-mixed chocolate concentrate, and when stirred enough, mixed with the Kahlua in the cup. “You would think he would have learned by now," she murmured, handing to mug off to Iriel.
Iriel took the mug in her hands and let it warm them as she blew steam off of the top with some irritation.
“Yes, well, at this point I’m convinced his mother was probably the queen of the flipper monkeys," Iriel stated with a scowl. Fiel snorted, but said nothing in reply. “Is Kobus in the back?"
“No, still out doing recon with Sigyn," Fiel replied, shaking out a wet rag with a snap. “He should be back in an hour or two."
“And Riah?"
“In his workshop. Been there all day though. I was going to bring him some dinner but if you don’t mind taking it back, I’d appreciate it."
With her drink cool enough to take a sip, Iriel brought the mug up to her lips and sighed at the mingled taste of chocolate and Kahlua. She nodded absent-mindedly to Fiel, finding her attention completely taken by the warm beverage.
“I need you to watch the restaurant tomorrow," Fiel said quietly, taking the rag to wipe down the counter opposite where Iriel sat. Iriel looked up from her cup with raised eyebrows.
“Any particular reason?" she asked.
“Sarikel came by this afternoon, said that Jack wanted to see me," Fiel replied carefully. Sarikel was a middleman for Kobus’ resistance unit, and Jack (not his real name of course) was an influential resistance supporter. It was because of Jack that they had the funds for their equipment, money to bribe people under Gerard’s command, and information about the locations and contestants of Deadworld. Without Jack they wouldn’t have had any chance in getting Zachariah out and to safety.
Despite the fact that Kobus was in charge of their unit, it was Fiel who he met with in person. Iriel had questioned Fiel a great deal about this, and even gone so far as to try and follow her friend on the way to a meeting, but all to no avail.
Iriel didn’t like Fiel going off by herself, not when she didn’t know anything about Jack, but at this point she was mostly resigned to accept she had no choice in this matter. No options.
“Fine," she replied shortly, and pushed to her feet. Fiel sighed, already knowing that Iriel was going to leave, mug in hand. “Call me when Riah’s food is ready," she added and swept out of the restaurant through the back door.
Iriel Calder 6/6rosesandlimesSeptember 26 2011, 02:52:23 UTC
12. Writing sample - First Person: Irani is the only one who ever questions why I fight. I tell him that I’m doing it for him, for mother.
And he tells me he doesn’t want me to fight, not for him.
So I tell him it’s not just for he and mother. That it’s for ever person Gerard wants under her heel. I tell him I’m fighting because there are intrinsic rights that each person walking on this planet should never have taken away. I tell him it’s because that woman never should have gotten the power she has, and that it’s people like me who are willing to fight that keep her from taking more from us.
Irani tries to tell me that if we had less, we would have less to worry about and more freedom, but he just doesn’t see.
He doesn’t listen either, or he’d know about Gerard’s plans to start executing priests and priestesses with a slug to the face right in the middle of the streets, all for practicing their religion. For having figurines and paintings of their patron saints up in their rooms, and for teaching others.
Levia help me, I don’t know how he lives with the shutters over his damned eyes. I don’t see how he can sit with mother and praise Derimm and ask for peace and harmony when people are being thrown into prison for speaking their minds. I can’t understand how he can simply ignore everything Gerard’s administration is doing and not fear for himself.
Mother knows, and tells me to be patient with him. To understand that not everyone is comfortable looking at the world with open eyes. Where are his survival instincts? How is it that I take more after our father, someone I’m not even related to by blood, than he does?
Fuck it. Fuck Irani and his denial. I’ll fight, and I’ll train, and when Gerard tries to come after him and Mother, when she comes after Kobus and Fiel and Riah, and everyone else I care about, you can be damned sure that I’ll be ready for them.
13. Tattoo: The top of her back, between her shoulders.
14. Room Preference: Close to Zachariah and/or Abeni!
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6. Appearance: Iriel is five-foot-six. She has long blonde hair which she keeps tied back in a ponytail more often than not, and expressive hazel eyes. Iriel is not a formally trained soldier, but she’s pretty damn close, which means she’s fit, strong, and looks it. Lean, but more than able to flex those muscles to make them pop.
Considering her background and what she does for the resistance, Iriel hasn’t escaped all of her missions unscathed. She has a few significant scars on her left forearm where she warded off the knife of a Deadworld participant, a scar from a bullet she took in the gut from one of Gerard’s Deadworld guards.
Iriel also has tattoos. On her forearm, just below the crook of her elbow she has a small pink rose blossom, and in the same position on her left arm, a wedge of a lime. These are two discreet symbols she chose to represent her saint, Levia. She also has a flower and ink spatter design over her left shoulder, which can be seen here.
7. Abilities: Iriel’s skills are completely a result of hard work and a great deal of training. While she lacks supernatural abilities, she is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, shooting bows, crossbows, handguns, rifles, and can mostly hold her own in a knife-fight. While competent with these weapons, the one with which she excels is use of her compound bow.
Other things she’s picked up along the way include lock-picking, basic hacking methods with technological devices, hot-wiring cars, and lying through her teeth like pro.
Iriel can also hold her liquor but she’s by no means in the same league as someone like Kevas.
8. Languages: English/Common
9. Items: Unfortunately, Iriel doesn’t have a lot of her personal effects on her. There’s a small figurine of Levia in her pocket, and a locket with a picture of her mother in it, but that’s it. With permission, I’d like her to have her hookah which she uses during rare moments of prayer and meditation.
10. Weapons: Iriel is being taken from a point in time in which she is in the middle off a rather large mission. As such, she’s pretty heavily armed. She has a compound bow in excellent condition, and a quiver of a few dozen arrows or so. A 9mm gun is strapped to her right thigh, while a bowie knife with a well worn leather handle hangs off of her left hip. Unfortunately, she was parted with her other gun, the equivalent of a G3KA4 before brought to Holloway’s Keep. So, while she has spare clips for both guns, she only has the 9mm with her.
Of course, these won’t be as much use to her, being nerfed down to the same effectiveness as crowd-control weapons.
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“Kahlua hot chocolate," she said to Fiel, who was carrying a plastic tub of dirty dishes away from a table. Iriel paused a beat, and then added, “Make it a double?"
“Is it that cold or did it go that badly?" Fiel asked. She carried the tub into the kitchens and Iriel waited until she emerged to answer.
“It’s that cold, and Jerier continues to prove that he is less evolved than a monkey with flippers," Iriel replied with obvious annoyance. “Asshole tried to make off with the money before he gave me our shit."
“What is that, the fourth time now?" Fiel asked incredulously. Then with a snort and a shake of her head, she poured a liberal amount of Kahlua into Iriel’s cup and turned around to finish making the hot chocolate. Milk was heated and poured in with a pre-mixed chocolate concentrate, and when stirred enough, mixed with the Kahlua in the cup. “You would think he would have learned by now," she murmured, handing to mug off to Iriel.
Iriel took the mug in her hands and let it warm them as she blew steam off of the top with some irritation.
“Yes, well, at this point I’m convinced his mother was probably the queen of the flipper monkeys," Iriel stated with a scowl. Fiel snorted, but said nothing in reply. “Is Kobus in the back?"
“No, still out doing recon with Sigyn," Fiel replied, shaking out a wet rag with a snap. “He should be back in an hour or two."
“And Riah?"
“In his workshop. Been there all day though. I was going to bring him some dinner but if you don’t mind taking it back, I’d appreciate it."
With her drink cool enough to take a sip, Iriel brought the mug up to her lips and sighed at the mingled taste of chocolate and Kahlua. She nodded absent-mindedly to Fiel, finding her attention completely taken by the warm beverage.
“I need you to watch the restaurant tomorrow," Fiel said quietly, taking the rag to wipe down the counter opposite where Iriel sat. Iriel looked up from her cup with raised eyebrows.
“Any particular reason?" she asked.
“Sarikel came by this afternoon, said that Jack wanted to see me," Fiel replied carefully. Sarikel was a middleman for Kobus’ resistance unit, and Jack (not his real name of course) was an influential resistance supporter. It was because of Jack that they had the funds for their equipment, money to bribe people under Gerard’s command, and information about the locations and contestants of Deadworld. Without Jack they wouldn’t have had any chance in getting Zachariah out and to safety.
Despite the fact that Kobus was in charge of their unit, it was Fiel who he met with in person. Iriel had questioned Fiel a great deal about this, and even gone so far as to try and follow her friend on the way to a meeting, but all to no avail.
Iriel didn’t like Fiel going off by herself, not when she didn’t know anything about Jack, but at this point she was mostly resigned to accept she had no choice in this matter. No options.
“Fine," she replied shortly, and pushed to her feet. Fiel sighed, already knowing that Iriel was going to leave, mug in hand. “Call me when Riah’s food is ready," she added and swept out of the restaurant through the back door.
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And he tells me he doesn’t want me to fight, not for him.
So I tell him it’s not just for he and mother. That it’s for ever person Gerard wants under her heel. I tell him I’m fighting because there are intrinsic rights that each person walking on this planet should never have taken away. I tell him it’s because that woman never should have gotten the power she has, and that it’s people like me who are willing to fight that keep her from taking more from us.
Irani tries to tell me that if we had less, we would have less to worry about and more freedom, but he just doesn’t see.
He doesn’t listen either, or he’d know about Gerard’s plans to start executing priests and priestesses with a slug to the face right in the middle of the streets, all for practicing their religion. For having figurines and paintings of their patron saints up in their rooms, and for teaching others.
Levia help me, I don’t know how he lives with the shutters over his damned eyes. I don’t see how he can sit with mother and praise Derimm and ask for peace and harmony when people are being thrown into prison for speaking their minds. I can’t understand how he can simply ignore everything Gerard’s administration is doing and not fear for himself.
Mother knows, and tells me to be patient with him. To understand that not everyone is comfortable looking at the world with open eyes. Where are his survival instincts? How is it that I take more after our father, someone I’m not even related to by blood, than he does?
Fuck it. Fuck Irani and his denial. I’ll fight, and I’ll train, and when Gerard tries to come after him and Mother, when she comes after Kobus and Fiel and Riah, and everyone else I care about, you can be damned sure that I’ll be ready for them.
13. Tattoo: The top of her back, between her shoulders.
14. Room Preference: Close to Zachariah and/or Abeni!
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