Reserved - Nanaly Fletch (2/3)nanalyfletchMarch 4 2010, 03:35:46 UTC
Strengths: PHYSICAL: Nanaly is an accomplished archer, having trained herself as a hunter for over a decade. Due to this, she has an impressive upper body strength. She also possesses an affinity for magic, able to cast a small selection of offensive elemental spells. Her speciality is as an arcane archer, combining her mystical and bow techniques to fire a wide array of magic-infused arrows.
MENTAL: Nanaly is a straight-forward thinker, calm and analytical. As a hunter, she is well trained in a wide array of survival techniques: knowing which herbs are safe to eat, how to make camp safely, orienteering, first aid, scouting, hunting wild animals, setting traps, and so forth. She is also a superb cook and in her spare time enjoys sewing clothes.
EMOTIONAL: Nanaly is very straight-forward and rough with her speech, with a tendency to speak her mind or express her displeasure through physical retribution. Though this makes her appear to be a tomboy, she possesses many feminine qualities too: she is empathetic (especially towards other females), has traditional feminine hobbies (such as cooking and sewing) and has girlish fantasies (such as being swept off her feet by a knight in shining armour). Sometimes she worries that she doesn't appear feminine enough, but usually keeps these worries to herself. Inwardly she is driven by the death of her younger brother to protect those around her, which she does by training herself to be the best hunter she can be and by looking after numerous orphaned children.
Weaknesses:
PHYSICAL: Nanaly is exclusively a ranged fighter, and although she is competent in unarmed brawls, against a foe who specialises in melee combat she is at a large disadvantage. As a jack-of-all-trades her combat and magic abilities are not as strong as those of a specialist. She relies far more on accuracy than power, and cannot take as many hits as a hardened frontline fighter. Her lack of armour also poses a problem, exasperating any hits that she does take.
MENTAL: Nanaly has no extreme mental weaknesses: she is fairly well educated on a number of topics from history to geography, and will at least know (or understand) the basics of more scientific subjects. Her wide travels and life experiences have matured her greatly. If she has a weakness in this area, it's that she has an incredibly short temper and is very quick to react when she feels someone has slighted her, usually retaliating with physical violence (especially against people who have previously earned her ire, such as Loni).
EMOTIONAL: The death of her younger brother- Lou- due to her decision not to take him to the holy city of Aigrette still weighs heavily on Nanaly's heart. Though she seems to have grown past his death and now uses it as a source of motivation, it is a very real wound that- if reopened- could lead to a complete breakdown. On a less morbid note, Nanaly tends to be quite single-minded towards people after she has formed an opinion of them (especially negative opinions) and will often unconsciously skew her perceptions to interpret things they do or say to match her mental image of them. Provoking Nanaly will often lead to her physically punishing the offender (often through a submission hold), which is a tiny bit of an over-reaction; combined with the above trait, it leads to Nanaly dishing out a bit of unwarranted punishment.
Reserved - Nanaly Fletch (3/3)nanalyfletchMarch 4 2010, 03:36:48 UTC
Samples
First Person: Calm yourself, Nanaly. Think this through. You weren't dumped here, you were placed. That means that someone wanted you to be here; that someone is around here. Your bow is gone, but you've been given clothes... is this a test of some sort? There must be civilisation here, if there are people; is my goal to reach this civilisation? Do they really think that taking away my bow was enough of a handicap? Okay, if I'm going to look for civilisation... broken branches, picked berries, footprints, signs... look for where a path was forged and keep following that in a straight line. I'll have to use the moon to navigate... I hope it works the same way here. Argh, if this is someone's idea of a joke then I'm going to kill them. It's a bad joke at that. What kind of person lays a young maiden like me in the middle of a forest? And dresses me up? Though if I'm supposed to be a princess then couldn't they have picked something a little fancier? Maybe I'll hear the galloping of hooves any time now, a gallant knight comes to save the day... ha, fat chance, Nanaly. Still, it can't hurt to keep my ears open. I really hope I find my bow, I liked that bow. I carved a little wooden charm on the side of it, too. That was my bow. Damn it, I'm really going to let them have it if they've broken my bow. Oh, and what the heck is with these wings? Are these feathers even- OW! Son of a- stupid stupid stupid! Well I guess that answers... ow... that question. If anyone asks, you learned it by asking someone else. Ow... that really... what the hell is going on here, really? If this is what time travel is like... then again, Kyle and Reala didn't have wings. Maybe I'm special, ha ha ha. Ah-ha. These tracks... are definitely made by a shoe. And they're heading... thataway. Finally, a break.
Third Person: Nanaly walked through the forest, holding a bundle of clothes close to her chest. The moonlight filtering through the treetops provided scarce light, but within the forest Nanaly's vision was not restricted to sight alone; trodden leaves bore the sign of a travelled path, hoof marks steered her away from the territories of whatever wildlife called this place their home, and picked berries showed her that there were people to pick them. Without her bow or senses Nanaly could scarce afford an encounter that she could not fight against, so her progress was slow and careful.
She had awoken as a fairytale princess would, in a bed of golden brown leaves with hands neatly clasped. A dress of summer white cotton had been placed upon her while she slept; though she had found her original clothes neatly folded within a hollow log a hands-reach away, her confusion had pushed the idea of changing out of her mind. Had she really been thrust through time by a goddess? The thought seemed incredible, yet she had heard it with her own ears, seen it with her own eyes... yet so much was unexpected, like how she had come to be in this dress and whether or not this was always the norm for those who travelled through time? And what of the wings that poked through the holes in the back of her dress (which, in response to her question, had offered nothing more than an indignant flap; as if to protest that they had always been there, and who was she to say otherwise?).
After an hour of travelling, Nanaly had finally reached a clearing within the trees. The moon shone a pale spotlight upon her, as if to mark her out as the main heroine in whatever tragic play had been composed for her. Amid the night sky a thousand twinkling spectators ooo'd and ahh'd, wondering what would happen next to the princess who had been thrust into an unfamiliar world. A minute was all it took before Nanaly concluded that she did not recognise a single one. An alien sky could only mean one thing: that it had not been mere time travel.
Hugging the last remnants of her previous world, she made her exit from the clearing, continuing her performance for the watchers above.
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PHYSICAL: Nanaly is an accomplished archer, having trained herself as a hunter for over a decade. Due to this, she has an impressive upper body strength. She also possesses an affinity for magic, able to cast a small selection of offensive elemental spells. Her speciality is as an arcane archer, combining her mystical and bow techniques to fire a wide array of magic-infused arrows.
MENTAL: Nanaly is a straight-forward thinker, calm and analytical. As a hunter, she is well trained in a wide array of survival techniques: knowing which herbs are safe to eat, how to make camp safely, orienteering, first aid, scouting, hunting wild animals, setting traps, and so forth. She is also a superb cook and in her spare time enjoys sewing clothes.
EMOTIONAL: Nanaly is very straight-forward and rough with her speech, with a tendency to speak her mind or express her displeasure through physical retribution. Though this makes her appear to be a tomboy, she possesses many feminine qualities too: she is empathetic (especially towards other females), has traditional feminine hobbies (such as cooking and sewing) and has girlish fantasies (such as being swept off her feet by a knight in shining armour). Sometimes she worries that she doesn't appear feminine enough, but usually keeps these worries to herself. Inwardly she is driven by the death of her younger brother to protect those around her, which she does by training herself to be the best hunter she can be and by looking after numerous orphaned children.
Weaknesses:
PHYSICAL: Nanaly is exclusively a ranged fighter, and although she is competent in unarmed brawls, against a foe who specialises in melee combat she is at a large disadvantage. As a jack-of-all-trades her combat and magic abilities are not as strong as those of a specialist. She relies far more on accuracy than power, and cannot take as many hits as a hardened frontline fighter. Her lack of armour also poses a problem, exasperating any hits that she does take.
MENTAL: Nanaly has no extreme mental weaknesses: she is fairly well educated on a number of topics from history to geography, and will at least know (or understand) the basics of more scientific subjects. Her wide travels and life experiences have matured her greatly. If she has a weakness in this area, it's that she has an incredibly short temper and is very quick to react when she feels someone has slighted her, usually retaliating with physical violence (especially against people who have previously earned her ire, such as Loni).
EMOTIONAL: The death of her younger brother- Lou- due to her decision not to take him to the holy city of Aigrette still weighs heavily on Nanaly's heart. Though she seems to have grown past his death and now uses it as a source of motivation, it is a very real wound that- if reopened- could lead to a complete breakdown. On a less morbid note, Nanaly tends to be quite single-minded towards people after she has formed an opinion of them (especially negative opinions) and will often unconsciously skew her perceptions to interpret things they do or say to match her mental image of them. Provoking Nanaly will often lead to her physically punishing the offender (often through a submission hold), which is a tiny bit of an over-reaction; combined with the above trait, it leads to Nanaly dishing out a bit of unwarranted punishment.
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First Person: Calm yourself, Nanaly. Think this through. You weren't dumped here, you were placed. That means that someone wanted you to be here; that someone is around here. Your bow is gone, but you've been given clothes... is this a test of some sort? There must be civilisation here, if there are people; is my goal to reach this civilisation? Do they really think that taking away my bow was enough of a handicap? Okay, if I'm going to look for civilisation... broken branches, picked berries, footprints, signs... look for where a path was forged and keep following that in a straight line. I'll have to use the moon to navigate... I hope it works the same way here. Argh, if this is someone's idea of a joke then I'm going to kill them. It's a bad joke at that. What kind of person lays a young maiden like me in the middle of a forest? And dresses me up? Though if I'm supposed to be a princess then couldn't they have picked something a little fancier? Maybe I'll hear the galloping of hooves any time now, a gallant knight comes to save the day... ha, fat chance, Nanaly. Still, it can't hurt to keep my ears open. I really hope I find my bow, I liked that bow. I carved a little wooden charm on the side of it, too. That was my bow. Damn it, I'm really going to let them have it if they've broken my bow. Oh, and what the heck is with these wings? Are these feathers even- OW! Son of a- stupid stupid stupid! Well I guess that answers... ow... that question. If anyone asks, you learned it by asking someone else. Ow... that really... what the hell is going on here, really? If this is what time travel is like... then again, Kyle and Reala didn't have wings. Maybe I'm special, ha ha ha. Ah-ha. These tracks... are definitely made by a shoe. And they're heading... thataway. Finally, a break.
Third Person: Nanaly walked through the forest, holding a bundle of clothes close to her chest. The moonlight filtering through the treetops provided scarce light, but within the forest Nanaly's vision was not restricted to sight alone; trodden leaves bore the sign of a travelled path, hoof marks steered her away from the territories of whatever wildlife called this place their home, and picked berries showed her that there were people to pick them. Without her bow or senses Nanaly could scarce afford an encounter that she could not fight against, so her progress was slow and careful.
She had awoken as a fairytale princess would, in a bed of golden brown leaves with hands neatly clasped. A dress of summer white cotton had been placed upon her while she slept; though she had found her original clothes neatly folded within a hollow log a hands-reach away, her confusion had pushed the idea of changing out of her mind. Had she really been thrust through time by a goddess? The thought seemed incredible, yet she had heard it with her own ears, seen it with her own eyes... yet so much was unexpected, like how she had come to be in this dress and whether or not this was always the norm for those who travelled through time? And what of the wings that poked through the holes in the back of her dress (which, in response to her question, had offered nothing more than an indignant flap; as if to protest that they had always been there, and who was she to say otherwise?).
After an hour of travelling, Nanaly had finally reached a clearing within the trees. The moon shone a pale spotlight upon her, as if to mark her out as the main heroine in whatever tragic play had been composed for her. Amid the night sky a thousand twinkling spectators ooo'd and ahh'd, wondering what would happen next to the princess who had been thrust into an unfamiliar world. A minute was all it took before Nanaly concluded that she did not recognise a single one. An alien sky could only mean one thing: that it had not been mere time travel.
Hugging the last remnants of her previous world, she made her exit from the clearing, continuing her performance for the watchers above.
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