Post by Eris Kale on Jul 2, 2013 12:34:30 GMT
Eris during her late teens, her 'glory years'. Her gear gradually diminished over time.
"Never give up. Never give in. Never surrender."
Name: Eris Kale
Alias: Kay.
Age: 24
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Faction: Survivors / Fireflies
Role: Melee Specialist / Assassin. She kills specific targets using stealth and finesse rather than brutal strength.
Location: Wyoming.
Physical Description: At first glance one might think she was a boy. She constantly wears her hooded jacket after a certain incident in her past which happens to have padding along the shoulders, giving her a broader, much more masculine appearance. She has an androgynous build with wide shoulders and muscular physique. Her bosom is average and is well hidden under her jacket, allowing her to conceal her femininity and curves. The jumper's arms are tucked in at the elbow, exposing her arms from the elbow down. Her hands are covered in fingerless leather gloves, obviously worn with age. On the inside going from the wrist down to the forearm are two tattoos, one the right 'Never' and on the left 'Surrender'. It seems to hold some emotional value to her, perhaps serving as a reminder to keep pressing forward. The arms are also covered in numerous cuts and scars.
From the waist down she wears a somewhat baggy pair of jeans that hug the thighs slightly and fan out at the ankles. She seems to possess a somewhat fresh and sturdy pair of sneakers, probably taken from a hidden cache. Her face is constantly obscured but should she pull back the hood on her jacket the first thing to notice are the two hazel eyes gazing back. More blue than green they are seen darkened by heavy lids, making her gaze seem imposing and intimidating. Her brow is quite sharp and dark also, adding to her broody demeanor. The plumpness of her lips have also sunken in, being much thinner than they used to due to undernourishment. Her sunken in cheeks also support this. Her hair once dyed is now sporting its true colour of dark brown, her bangs having grown out so now her hair is much more messy and disarranged. She happens to have several other tattoos over her body, the largest being a rather elaborate section of what seem to be wings on her back, perhaps as montage to being the former firefly she was.
Personality: Eris is a person one would call an 'anti-bully'. If there's one thing she despises it's someone dominating unfairly over another. She has always been the person her friends would run to when they needed someone reliable and dependent. Confident in battle, her moral and support to her allies often gave them the boost they needed to succeed. However after the incident she has become a lot more withdrawn and melancholy. More than naught you can find her sitting by herself and contemplating, but her true value and heart is found when she immerses herself with people.
People describe her as a tomboy. She dresses, acts, walks and has the body language of a male. Her hand gestures and open posture suggest she is confident when required to be and can come across as a bit arrogant. But if one looks deeper one can see that she struggles with her sexuality and identity. She is uncomfortable being seen as a woman, preferring to be perceived as an equal or as a male as a means of personal comfort. She is somewhat a bit misogynist , disliking women who can portray themselves as women openly. She is quite good at hiding her emotions, often putting up an angry front as a means to deter questioning.
Alignment: Good / Neutral.
Likes: Children, sports, art, animals, sharp blades, athletics, music, parklour.
Dislikes: Needy women, lazy or unproductive people, snow, drunks, cannibals, rapists, hunters, selfish people.
Strengths: Athletic, strong, nimble, intelligent, good moral support, great at close quarters combat, stealthy, persuasive, tactful, cunning.
Weaknesses: Selfless, not adept with long range firearms, nervous, gullible, sensitive to the elements, suspicious, intimidating, private, being cornered, claustrophobic.
History and Background: Eris was born into a hunter's camp on the outskirts of Salt Lake City in a town called Roy. Roy, once being a flourishing suburban area had diminished into an infested dilapidated mockery of its former self. Taking refuge on an island called Antelope island, the group made the water their fortification. They'd hunt the deer upon the island and used boats to sail to and fro to gather supplies. More than often they had to resort to cannibalism to survive, often catching unwary tourists or the occasional military personnel. However even at such a young age, Eris always found cannibalism to be against her morals. She would often turn down food if it meant not feeling emotionally disgusted.
Eris was taught the basics, from casual trapping to stealth and other abilities however the main skill she learnt was something her father had called 'parklour'. Having been an enthusiast of it during his youth he taught Eris the ability to use the urban environment as a playground for acrobatics. However as a female she lacked the physical strength needed to conquer some of the obstacles in the course, often leaving her father feeling deflated. Despite some of her limitations she still managed to exert herself to the limit, become one of the strongest and most athletic women in the community. Coming of age within the small group was no easy task and Eris found herself being assigned a husband at an early age. She was forced to marry a boy 4 years older than her in hopes that the two could help boost the population of their gathering. Eris disliked the idea of being assigned into the role of a wife at such a young age, often protesting openly to her father and mother without much success.
It wasn't until her late teens that she happened to sneak into Salt Lake City that she discovered the fireflies. She marveled at their mindset and organisation. She openly allowed herself to be taken hostage by them where she learnt of their cause and what their motivation was. Inspired and finding her 'true calling' Eris abandoned her duties of wife and huntress to pursue a 'career' with the fireflies. Although not a fan with using guns Eris was more than often forced to use pistols to avoid confrontation with both infected and other humans. However over the years she had developed a taste for tactical sneaking and melee weapons over the conventional and clumsy firearms.
Eris steadily rose in the ranks of the fireflies, becoming somewhat of a motivaitonalist within the group. However her positive attitude darkened the day her troop ran into a group of hunters. Finding themselves outnumbered and outflanked they fought to a brutal end. Eris and one other comrade was all that was spared from the ambush. Both her and the other female were brutally raped before the firefly reinforcements arrived and disrupted the affair. Physically and emotionally scarred, both her and her friend returned to base. However there was little time to grieve. In a matter of days Eris found herself with a thirst for vengeance. Emotionally tainted she sought out the group of hunters that robbed her of her innocence and slaughtered them one by one in their own encampment.
Flamed for not being on duty and refusal to follow orders, Eris was disowned by the fireflies who saw her as unfit for duty. Taking whatever supplies she could and hiding her identity, Eris fled the city back to the island where her family resided. Mixed emotions were shared at her reappearance. Though most were grateful and happy she had returned, others shared their doubts, knowing exactly where she had been. Over the course of months to follow she was rekindled with her old lover and progressed back into a 'normal' life. However, once again the seed of rebellion sowed within her and at the end of winter found herself wanting to leave.
Although saddened by this decision, the family agreed for her release, knowing that her spirit was hard to contain in a place she felt she didn't belong. Travelling interstate, Eris met up with another group of fireflies and heard about the tragic death of their leader Marlene. Without a cause and without a leader the small troop followed Eris into Wyoming where they ran into a group of ranchers. Making it very clear to forget their past affiliation, the group handed themselves in, seeking refuge.
Eris claimed to Maria, the communal leader that her and her people would help keep the community afoot if she was to allow them refuge. After all, the deeds of one speak louder than words. Finding herself in need of able hands Maria agreed to harbour the refugees as long as they contributed and carried their own weight. Agreeing, Eris and her comrades were assigned to the lowest duties such as cleaning the sewerage and cattle paddocks. They eventually began to gain respect and trust within the community and settled into the role of guard duty and ranching when there was a need for it.
To this day the community do not know of their affiliation to the fireflies. They do not see them as ex members, but rather members who still beleive in the cause but choose to do so privately in the comfort of their own homes. Should the truth of Ellie ever make itself known to their ears then who knows what might come of it.
Arsenal:
Eris' main weapon of choice. Received from a tradesman.
Eris had always preferred a more subtle approach when it came to dealing with adversaries and so has based most of her self defense for such an occasion. Her main weapon consists of an armblade received from a travelling merchant. Her secondary weapon is a large knife often wielded in the other hand. Both blades are at different lengths, allowing her to deal damage without the blades clashing together.
She happens to also possess one of her old pistols. A simple semi-automatic pistol is kept hidden in her pants at all times. Eris also carries with her a smaller shiv and numerous amounts of ammo.
Equipment: Eris usually prefers to travel light in order to allow her to perform executions and stealth with ease all the while remaining nimble and quick. In her small waistpouch there can be found a box of matches, a sharpening tool, a compass, a flask, a swiss army knife and a small amount of currency.
Roleplay Example:
The sunlight stung her eyes as perspiration fell in rivets down her forehead, running over her nose and down her chin. Summer was her favourite season albeit it was one of the more harsher to endure. She let out a grunt as she turned over the pitchfork and emptied the manure onto the ever-growing pile. The cattle had become numerous but defending them from bandits, infected and wolves was a strenuous line of work. Since no one else had volunteered, Eris had made her own decision to clean out the pens. After all, they couldn't afford a death or risk of infection
out here, not when every single cow was worth its weight in gold, figuratively speaking.
She wiped down her scalp with the back of her hand, even the leather of her gloves beginning to burn under the heat and make her hands feel clammy. She shrugged off her jacket and let it fall to the ground behind her before continuing to shovel fork-load after fork-load of cow shit onto the pile. At least the manure would finally be able to be used on the crops as fertilizer after she was done. It wasn't much but it was something that kept the crops healthy. The refuge had managed to plant an abundance of crops ranging from turnips to potatoes and pumpkin among many other varieties of above and below ground vegetables. The idea of having a cool bit of cooked pumpkin while taking a dive in the local spring served to remind her of what was to come after she was done with the rather mundane chore. "The smell of manure isn't so bad after a while. Gradually your nose becomes used to the repugnant stench", she thought idly to herself.
Finally, the pile of cow feces had been stacked against the corner of one of the stalls. Discarding the pitchfork, Eris made her way over to the utility shed to recover the shovel and began to pile the stack of shit into the nearest wheelbarrow. Fourty minutes later and the girl had managed to cart three loads of manure over to the farms before allowing herself a break under one of the evergreens. She ran her gloved fingers through her tasseled hair, threading out the knots that had formed from labor. She found a moment of reprieve to stare up at the oncoming of twilight, the clouds meshing into a messy purple haze of violet and monarch orange over the mountains.
It was moments like this, even when dealing with mass piles of shit, that you couldn't deny that view.
Extras:
Theme Song
- I am looking for someone to roleplay some of her firefly comrades. Basically anyone who might be around the same age and had a history of being with them like she has.
- I wouldn't mind her having a relationship with a male who is patient and somewhat understanding of her. If you'd like to roleplay with her just send me a private message with the word 'Partner' as the title.
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Age: 21
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