Christine (RP version)
Name: Christine
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Mostly human; Unliving
Occupation: Mage
Weapons: A scythe that she doesn't use very much, except it's the channel through which she uses her magic. A Victorian styled lamp that hangs from a chain that she uses to swing at enemies.
Personality: She's usually serious all the time and a bit snippy. She also has a strange pinch of curiosity and a habit of pursing her lips off to one side.
Appearance: She's a sandy blond with periwinkle eyes and stands at 5' 6". She wears a simple spaghetti strapped dress that matches her eyes with a yellow ribbon tied around her waist. Over this, she wears a military like dark blue coat that ends right below her ribs and spans out behind her like a trenchcoat with matching detached sleeves and a collar that are both trimmed in lace. Her navy blue knee high boots are also decorated by a yellow ribbon. Her only piece of jewelry is a dogtag on a small chain around her neck with an iconic hourglass on it.
History: She was sent by her superior to ensure that the relic would not fall into dangerous hands. For the most part, she's a simple traveler who does a little work on a whim and keeps an ear out for rumors.
Notes: Gaia RP: Expedition of the Relic Hunters Modified from Dreamers prototype
Excerpts: Christine sat in the corner of the pub, watching the people come in, get drunk, and get dragged out as she nursed her glass of ale. She watched the pub owner take money from two persons for rooms and sneer about it. Judging from the way he was bragging to his friend, he probably managed to swindle one of them. Probably sending them both to the same room as some tended to do. Not that Christine particularly cared. She simply liked watching the lives of the people she passes by as an idle hobby to pass the time.
She glanced at the wall next to her, double-checking for her subconcious's sake that her scythe was still there. She couldn't use her limited time-space magic without it. And since she mostly used that branch of magic as a convenient pocket for her money, she wouldn't be able to use without her scythe. At the very least, no one can steal from me.
Sighing to herself, she stared out the far window at the darkening sky. She received a warning from her superiors that the search for the King's Heart would be picking up soon. 'Looks like I'll be on full-time duty soon,' she thought to herself. Calling it a day, she paid for a room with a stern expression that dared him to swindle her, then disappeared upstairs for her room.
~
As Christine put on her clothes in the morning, she thought over the orders she received during the night. Two souls and their few ties were gaining enough potential momentum to propel themselves close to the fate of the King's Heart. As she slipped on her navy blue boots and tied her yellow ribbons about them, she recalled that they were nearby.
Christine sighed to herself as she stretched her limbs one last time before grabbing her scythe and heading out the door. 'They gave me soul-details but not physical details,' she grumbled to herself, wondering how useful the Diviners really were.
She headed down the stairs and left the pub, keeping her eyes out for her targets: One almost androgenous, strong-willed, reckless type. The other dark, cold, and somewhat separated from the world. 'Now if only their physical reflected their inner...'
~
Even though the marketplace was crowded as can be, there was a comfortable space around Christine and her scythe. She had decided that the marketplace was the best place for to look for people, but she was mostly hoping to get something for her brothers and sisters. It would be some sort of trinket or strange fruit that the others would enjoy receiving.
She stopped by a lady who was selling sweet bread. She pretended that her purse was inside her great sleeves, but she was really reaching into a slit in space that opened when she reached for it. Pulling out the appropriate change, she bought a small loaf and tipped the lady a bit. Now she could look for her assignments leisurely.
~ .... ~
"You could be my business," Christine replied tartly. The tiniest thought of doubt in her mind appeared, but she quickly dismissed it. Either way, following this girl would give her something to do. At the sight of the noblemen's sons, she noticed her target falter.
"Actually, do you know anywhere that would be of service to me at the moment, prehaps in a quiet part of town?"
"You'll have to tell me why," Christine answered sternly as she turned on her toes and led her away.
~ .... ~
Christine frowned. For some odd reason, she would not take the hint to follow her. Watching her march off on her own, Christine debated over whether or not she wanted to continue tailing her. There wasn't any clear indication that she was acutally the one she was looking for. But new developements always continue to happen.
Christine stayed a couple yards away, long enough to figure out were she was staying before going her own way. If girl-with-severed-head was important, then Christine would automatically have a lead. Otherwise, there was no harm done.
Christine paused long enough to look around before deciding to head for the palace private library. She might as well do a little research. Her assignments might have decided to as well.
Since Christine wasn't particularly keen on explaining why she wanted to enter the palace, she wandered about the palace walls, pretending to be interested in the shops and houses that surrounded. Once she found an empty spot, she slashed upwards with her scythe at the wall and disappeared into it. Her 'time-space' magic was quite handy when it came to sneaking around.
She quietly wandered about the majestic halls until she found the rarely used library. Picking out a potentially good book, she hid herself in a crook and settled down to peruse it.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Mostly human; Unliving
Occupation: Mage
Weapons: A scythe that she doesn't use very much, except it's the channel through which she uses her magic. A Victorian styled lamp that hangs from a chain that she uses to swing at enemies.
Personality: She's usually serious all the time and a bit snippy. She also has a strange pinch of curiosity and a habit of pursing her lips off to one side.
Appearance: She's a sandy blond with periwinkle eyes and stands at 5' 6". She wears a simple spaghetti strapped dress that matches her eyes with a yellow ribbon tied around her waist. Over this, she wears a military like dark blue coat that ends right below her ribs and spans out behind her like a trenchcoat with matching detached sleeves and a collar that are both trimmed in lace. Her navy blue knee high boots are also decorated by a yellow ribbon. Her only piece of jewelry is a dogtag on a small chain around her neck with an iconic hourglass on it.
History: She was sent by her superior to ensure that the relic would not fall into dangerous hands. For the most part, she's a simple traveler who does a little work on a whim and keeps an ear out for rumors.
Notes: Gaia RP: Expedition of the Relic Hunters Modified from Dreamers prototype
Excerpts: Christine sat in the corner of the pub, watching the people come in, get drunk, and get dragged out as she nursed her glass of ale. She watched the pub owner take money from two persons for rooms and sneer about it. Judging from the way he was bragging to his friend, he probably managed to swindle one of them. Probably sending them both to the same room as some tended to do. Not that Christine particularly cared. She simply liked watching the lives of the people she passes by as an idle hobby to pass the time.
She glanced at the wall next to her, double-checking for her subconcious's sake that her scythe was still there. She couldn't use her limited time-space magic without it. And since she mostly used that branch of magic as a convenient pocket for her money, she wouldn't be able to use without her scythe. At the very least, no one can steal from me.
Sighing to herself, she stared out the far window at the darkening sky. She received a warning from her superiors that the search for the King's Heart would be picking up soon. 'Looks like I'll be on full-time duty soon,' she thought to herself. Calling it a day, she paid for a room with a stern expression that dared him to swindle her, then disappeared upstairs for her room.
~
As Christine put on her clothes in the morning, she thought over the orders she received during the night. Two souls and their few ties were gaining enough potential momentum to propel themselves close to the fate of the King's Heart. As she slipped on her navy blue boots and tied her yellow ribbons about them, she recalled that they were nearby.
Christine sighed to herself as she stretched her limbs one last time before grabbing her scythe and heading out the door. 'They gave me soul-details but not physical details,' she grumbled to herself, wondering how useful the Diviners really were.
She headed down the stairs and left the pub, keeping her eyes out for her targets: One almost androgenous, strong-willed, reckless type. The other dark, cold, and somewhat separated from the world. 'Now if only their physical reflected their inner...'
~
Even though the marketplace was crowded as can be, there was a comfortable space around Christine and her scythe. She had decided that the marketplace was the best place for to look for people, but she was mostly hoping to get something for her brothers and sisters. It would be some sort of trinket or strange fruit that the others would enjoy receiving.
She stopped by a lady who was selling sweet bread. She pretended that her purse was inside her great sleeves, but she was really reaching into a slit in space that opened when she reached for it. Pulling out the appropriate change, she bought a small loaf and tipped the lady a bit. Now she could look for her assignments leisurely.
~ .... ~
"You could be my business," Christine replied tartly. The tiniest thought of doubt in her mind appeared, but she quickly dismissed it. Either way, following this girl would give her something to do. At the sight of the noblemen's sons, she noticed her target falter.
"Actually, do you know anywhere that would be of service to me at the moment, prehaps in a quiet part of town?"
"You'll have to tell me why," Christine answered sternly as she turned on her toes and led her away.
~ .... ~
Christine frowned. For some odd reason, she would not take the hint to follow her. Watching her march off on her own, Christine debated over whether or not she wanted to continue tailing her. There wasn't any clear indication that she was acutally the one she was looking for. But new developements always continue to happen.
Christine stayed a couple yards away, long enough to figure out were she was staying before going her own way. If girl-with-severed-head was important, then Christine would automatically have a lead. Otherwise, there was no harm done.
Christine paused long enough to look around before deciding to head for the palace private library. She might as well do a little research. Her assignments might have decided to as well.
Since Christine wasn't particularly keen on explaining why she wanted to enter the palace, she wandered about the palace walls, pretending to be interested in the shops and houses that surrounded. Once she found an empty spot, she slashed upwards with her scythe at the wall and disappeared into it. Her 'time-space' magic was quite handy when it came to sneaking around.
She quietly wandered about the majestic halls until she found the rarely used library. Picking out a potentially good book, she hid herself in a crook and settled down to peruse it.