AsheandOak
01-30-10, 06:37 PM
Rebecca Ashdowne
At one point, The Ashdowne family had held great esteem in Salvar. Many generations ago, the once great family had split their ties from their country and had gone to follow fortune and adventure in lands unknown. It was generally regarded that they were successful in this endeavor. Soon they found themselves on a small island nation, whose only ties to any mainland were a merchant company that ran from the island to the harbors of Fallien and beyond. With their every need satisfied, and the community taking them in with open arms, the family flourished. The plot of land that was bought with the last of Salvarian gold was fertile, and as the years went by, the family once again regained the same high status they had enjoyed in Salvar.
The people of the island, Fontaine, were a community where the sweat of one's brow was more valuable than anything else. Might ruled all, in a population of farmers and carpenters. Without much religion, they did have their superstitions. Magic was banned, and visiting witches and wizards were driven off or executed. Magic was the potion that would poison the body, make it frail and eventually useless.
It was bound to happen, but one night an exceptional child was borne in Fontaine. No one could tell from birth that young Rebecca Ashdowne was magically gifted, but as she grew into a woman it was hard to deny that strange things happened when she was around. Rumors flew around, mostly stifled by the strong regard the Ashdowne family had within the highest ranks of society. Rebecca herself, however, was all too aware of her predicament. On her eighteenth birthday, as she sat on the roof of her house and stared at the stars above, she made the decision to find out just what was so different about herself. Then, she would force Fontaine to accept it.
Age 19
Race Human
Gender Female
Appearance: Standing at 5'7" and 134 lbs, Rebecca is of average height with a lean, muscled body. Her hair and eyes are both brown, her skin is surprisingly pale, and she's prone to sunburn. Her freckled cheeks and nose are usually rosy because of this and she wears a plain muted blue tunic with brown leggings. Her boots are leather and she has soft doe-skin gloves that are the same warm brown as her leggings. She keeps her long curls bound back in a braid with white ribbons, and around her waist is a soft leather belt that holds a knife and canteen.
Armor: None
Weapons: Small hunting knife, yew bow and a sliver with (15) oak arrows.
Skill Set
Archery - Above Average - Can hit a moving target at thirty feet, and unmoving one at fifty.
Gale Push - Average - Can create a gust of wind that hits a target with the force of a light blow.
Vacuum Grab - Below Average - Can use the wind to create a suction of pressure equated to about three pounds of force.
At one point, The Ashdowne family had held great esteem in Salvar. Many generations ago, the once great family had split their ties from their country and had gone to follow fortune and adventure in lands unknown. It was generally regarded that they were successful in this endeavor. Soon they found themselves on a small island nation, whose only ties to any mainland were a merchant company that ran from the island to the harbors of Fallien and beyond. With their every need satisfied, and the community taking them in with open arms, the family flourished. The plot of land that was bought with the last of Salvarian gold was fertile, and as the years went by, the family once again regained the same high status they had enjoyed in Salvar.
The people of the island, Fontaine, were a community where the sweat of one's brow was more valuable than anything else. Might ruled all, in a population of farmers and carpenters. Without much religion, they did have their superstitions. Magic was banned, and visiting witches and wizards were driven off or executed. Magic was the potion that would poison the body, make it frail and eventually useless.
It was bound to happen, but one night an exceptional child was borne in Fontaine. No one could tell from birth that young Rebecca Ashdowne was magically gifted, but as she grew into a woman it was hard to deny that strange things happened when she was around. Rumors flew around, mostly stifled by the strong regard the Ashdowne family had within the highest ranks of society. Rebecca herself, however, was all too aware of her predicament. On her eighteenth birthday, as she sat on the roof of her house and stared at the stars above, she made the decision to find out just what was so different about herself. Then, she would force Fontaine to accept it.
Age 19
Race Human
Gender Female
Appearance: Standing at 5'7" and 134 lbs, Rebecca is of average height with a lean, muscled body. Her hair and eyes are both brown, her skin is surprisingly pale, and she's prone to sunburn. Her freckled cheeks and nose are usually rosy because of this and she wears a plain muted blue tunic with brown leggings. Her boots are leather and she has soft doe-skin gloves that are the same warm brown as her leggings. She keeps her long curls bound back in a braid with white ribbons, and around her waist is a soft leather belt that holds a knife and canteen.
Armor: None
Weapons: Small hunting knife, yew bow and a sliver with (15) oak arrows.
Skill Set
Archery - Above Average - Can hit a moving target at thirty feet, and unmoving one at fifty.
Gale Push - Average - Can create a gust of wind that hits a target with the force of a light blow.
Vacuum Grab - Below Average - Can use the wind to create a suction of pressure equated to about three pounds of force.