She's My Winona
04-12-09, 06:09 PM
Name: Winona Raghnaid
Age: 22
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’11
Weight: 140
Occupation: Artist
Personality: For most of the time Winona has a laid-back, not serious mood. She is a naturally creative person. Anything, primarily new things can inspire her. There’s usually always time to relax and find a muse for her work. Stress is just something there to tell you to calm down.
Appearance: Winona is fairly tall and very athletic. Her long shaggy hair is dark black, offsetting her very pale skin. She has icy, cold blue eyes often staring at the distance. Her face is mostly average in appearance, with just a slightly larger than normal nose and wider mouth setting it apart from the rest.
She prefers to wear a green short-sleeved shirt, with a dark grey protective vest over it. Along with the top, she wears a light green skirt. Two brown gloves that go up to her elbows, and tan, knee-length boots round out her outfit. Actual armor is avoided to keep her fast speed.
History: Most of childhood was spent with her family. Both her sister and two brothers are much older than herself. There was plenty of free time to enjoy with them, as they all lived at home. The fun had to slow down as Winona started her schooling. History and writing were always considered boring and a waste of time. Instead, the Arts were where she excelled. Being free to think creatively and differently was easily the best part of the day. That freedom to do whatever she wanted, instead of following the herd was inspiring in so many ways.
As she grew older, the option of learning how to fight became available. Every weapon or magic type was taught there, except for dark. The only one she wanted was axes. More than a few adults showed their hesitation in accepting her. Technically, she’d be strong enough to handle the weight, but the class was more for those going into the military. This was someone who was going to sit at home most of the day. Anima magic seemed like a more natural choice. But Winona was adamant in her decision. She explained that she wanted to bring a more graceful style to such an unwieldy weapon. Anything else would be following their natural style; and she wanted a challenge.
They finally gave in, and allowed her little experiment. It was mildly successful, so she kept going. A whole five years later, and she was done with the school. Something was calling her out of this town. Probably, it was the fact that she’s missing out on so much. This same, snowy country was getting a little old.
Skills: Axes- average skill in using axes to fight.
Strength- 1.5x strength needed to lift the poleaxe. These past years of training made it that far, and capped off. She hopes to be even stronger one day, to help swing even faster.
Equipment:
Iron Poleaxe- A mildly heavy five foot long axe. She hasn’t done anything special to it, hoping that her skill would make it more interesting.
Colored Pencils
Sketchbook
Foodstuffs
Age: 22
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’11
Weight: 140
Occupation: Artist
Personality: For most of the time Winona has a laid-back, not serious mood. She is a naturally creative person. Anything, primarily new things can inspire her. There’s usually always time to relax and find a muse for her work. Stress is just something there to tell you to calm down.
Appearance: Winona is fairly tall and very athletic. Her long shaggy hair is dark black, offsetting her very pale skin. She has icy, cold blue eyes often staring at the distance. Her face is mostly average in appearance, with just a slightly larger than normal nose and wider mouth setting it apart from the rest.
She prefers to wear a green short-sleeved shirt, with a dark grey protective vest over it. Along with the top, she wears a light green skirt. Two brown gloves that go up to her elbows, and tan, knee-length boots round out her outfit. Actual armor is avoided to keep her fast speed.
History: Most of childhood was spent with her family. Both her sister and two brothers are much older than herself. There was plenty of free time to enjoy with them, as they all lived at home. The fun had to slow down as Winona started her schooling. History and writing were always considered boring and a waste of time. Instead, the Arts were where she excelled. Being free to think creatively and differently was easily the best part of the day. That freedom to do whatever she wanted, instead of following the herd was inspiring in so many ways.
As she grew older, the option of learning how to fight became available. Every weapon or magic type was taught there, except for dark. The only one she wanted was axes. More than a few adults showed their hesitation in accepting her. Technically, she’d be strong enough to handle the weight, but the class was more for those going into the military. This was someone who was going to sit at home most of the day. Anima magic seemed like a more natural choice. But Winona was adamant in her decision. She explained that she wanted to bring a more graceful style to such an unwieldy weapon. Anything else would be following their natural style; and she wanted a challenge.
They finally gave in, and allowed her little experiment. It was mildly successful, so she kept going. A whole five years later, and she was done with the school. Something was calling her out of this town. Probably, it was the fact that she’s missing out on so much. This same, snowy country was getting a little old.
Skills: Axes- average skill in using axes to fight.
Strength- 1.5x strength needed to lift the poleaxe. These past years of training made it that far, and capped off. She hopes to be even stronger one day, to help swing even faster.
Equipment:
Iron Poleaxe- A mildly heavy five foot long axe. She hasn’t done anything special to it, hoping that her skill would make it more interesting.
Colored Pencils
Sketchbook
Foodstuffs