Tearshadow
08-08-06, 12:10 AM
Name: Tearshadow
Race: Ishëa
Age: Real age unknown, appears young
Gender: Female
Hair: Long and dyed black
Eyes: Lush red wine
Skin: Fair
Build: 5'5", 122 lbs.
Occupation: Freedom Fighter
Appearance:
The marshal could only look on the man with vexation, his intense eyes scowled at the smell of his liquored breath. The witness had told him little information of importance, and the lawman wasn't about to waste time fellowing the stumbled words of a drunkard. "I'll ask you again," he said in a clear tone that held authority. "What did the assassin look like?" The lawman pushed forward several gold coins, peeking his witness' interest.
"Firs' thing'a saw tha' go' me thinkin' was she'as a maiden she was!" Stammered the drunk, who slammed his draught down trying to emphasize the point. "She'as cloaked 'en purpl'velvet, hooded lick a 'heif!" Through the jabbered words the marshal penned out a description.
Fairly tall for a woman, she is lithe in build. Her muscles are present but they are not well defined. Her clothes speak more for form than formality, apearing in black lace, silk, and linen. She wears long boots and gloves of soft black leather, and a belt of brown where her knife's sheath is kept. Her eyes appear cold and are the color of red wine, leave it to a drunkard to see that in the dark. A clean and solem, fair-skinned face was clenched in seriousness. The witness describes her as a lovely vision with long hair the color of raven feathers, with all the shine to them. Oddly, her ears are pointed like an elf. Could lead to possible ties with Raiaera. The witness noticed a black hankercheif drawn form her pocket, most likely used to cover her face. Luckily, our witness saw her as she was putting it back. Her cloak still covers most of her body, a heavy purple velvet with hood. She appeared well versed in her small blade, leading me to believe she is no novice. The drunkard claims she is something of a beauty. The detective was proud. Some how, he had managed to make sense of his witness' words. The witness got up with a smile, nearly stumbling back as he rose. He was glad to be of aid to his country. The lawman extended his hand in gratitude.
"You've done a service to Corone. It is no jest that someone attempted to take the life of a noble." The grimace appeared over his face again. The marshal wanted justice to be served.
"Anythin' I'c'do to hel' p'out." Staggered the drunken witness. He bowed his head slightly, worrying the detective that he might fall over, before he left without another word. The lawman sighed, the description was a lot, but he needed more leads to find whoever tried to kill the noble.
Personality:
The wagon ride back to his headquaters was rough, backroads in Corone's forests were known for unpaved dirt trails. The detective took solace is the fact that his dagger was in easy reach as he drove his horses faster, hastening his flight from the shadowed woods. Highwaymen hunted the same paths he now rode upon and he hoped to avoid any encounter with trouble. Through the cold night's air he managed to grip to the reigns, the warm sweat on the leather felt good against his nearly frost bitten hand. With a free arm he reached into his overcoat's pocket, pulling out his small pages of notes. He had interviewed more citizens and wanted to review his findings before he presented them to his superior.
Reports vary on how the assassin acted in public for those that talked with her, but from them I can see a simple motive. Before she attempted to take the life of Lord Mayor Lüge she spoke with many citizens of the town of Lahe. One woman describes her as a very serious lass who had only business on her mind. However, she showed some distanced affection to the village children by one boy's report. It seems most would call her introverted and serious, with a kind heart. I however, cannot believe a murderer as such.
She addressed issues with the Lord Mayor of Lahe, calling on the people to think how he was treating them. Surprisingly, few guards noticed such talk of treason. She even handed out hand written notes explaining grievences with policies and proticol. The outrangeous things were burned along with anyone found hiding them. Her motives seem driven towards rebellion, but I fear she means much more on a much larger scale. The rebel appears anti-aristocracy and believes people should rule themselves in full.
The most chilling testimonial came from an old woman, who heard of what lengths the terrorist will go to. In a sworn statement, she recalled something whispered to her when she responded to the terrorists calls for a revolution. The crone said she had no real part in such matters and wished to stay out of political affairs.
"So you stand on the middle ground?" Whispered the assassin as she cupped the old woman's ear. "Wise woman, we are all in an existance where there is no middle ground. Light and darkness, sun and shade, they do not mingle together in some ungodly waltz. You are either for change or against it. Claiming neutrality will only make you a target for both sides, and I will see to it personally that your indecisive nature will be the end of you. Because if not, it will be the end of me."
There are many unknowns to this criminal's persona, but of this we can be certain. She will strike again, and it will be serious."
The Ishëa:
I have wonderful news. Our wanted posters and letters have unearthed a acomplise to the assassin. He fit her description well, save his hair color, they seem to be of the same creed. Our begining interigations of him revealed some startling news. He and the criminal are not of this world, but instead came from "another plain of existance." He, like the description of her, is elven in look and make. From his mouth we know this Ishëa race are highly advanced in arcitecture and magic, with levels of government and buracracy to rival even Corone. However, after years of bloody wars with nearby races on Ishëa ((Yes, both the race and plane are called that. Egotism must live on every world.)), the race became gripped by civil war between the government and "The Libertines", as they call themselves. Prying anymore into these affairs seems petty. We're not here to enrich ourselves with culture, but to bring a would-be assassin to justice. Here now, is a general assumption from his interigationa and from expert hypotheses.
Ishëa are fair creatures and usually seem very serious. Rich and poor alike wear clothes for both function and style, with laces and beautiful things to rival those in the nature around them. They seem to have some kind of strange connection to their surrondings this "Libertine" hints at, and it may be the source of their powers. Their hair and eyes are usually the color of bright spring and autom plants, and they have pointed elven ears. They seem to speak a form of the common language, with fewer contractions and more formallity. During his questioning, we found the "Libertine" to be senseitive to high pitched sounds and heat, their ears make for sensitive hearing and they seem weaker in hot areas.
Equipment:
Weapons: -A long iron knife named Divine Spite, a play on words of Divine Right. Two feet long and one inch wide, it seems well made and easy to conceal under her cloak.
(3)-Small iron knives. Four inches long and half an inch wide, they are good for throwing or quick jabs.
Armor (1)-Iron arm guard. It covers her left forearm and extends to the elbow. Used to block attacks so she can move in with her knife, blunt force can still be felt inside from most strong blows. Dodging is the first line of defence.
Other (1)-Small pack kept under her clock. The small knives are kept here, along with a small ration of food, several sheets of paper, and a small well of ink.
Skills:
*Racial*Ishëan: The Ishëa have one trait that transends rich or poor. They are able to use the very energies of the plain the inhabit, channeling it into their bodies and expelling it in different ways. On Althanas, Tearshadow has little connection to the land, as she only inhabits it. In time this will change. For now the rebel can only expell blasts of kinetic energy in differnet forms. If she was small from a small height, she'd be able to lessen the impact by releasing energy before she hits the ground. She can expell blows of it from her hands to knock enemies back at a range, as if she pushed them herself. She may even be able to kick up small dust clouds to confuse opponents for mere moments.
The power takes concentration, and no weapon or fist can be wielded during the time. It takes only moment for her to take the energy in, three to five seconds. During this window, she is vulnerable to attacks as all her other senses are cut off. Anything she does with this energy takes a toll on her physically. If she was to push at someone *only works within a short range* it would be as if she was pushing them herself. If she pushed ((using Ishëan)) at her hardest, it would only knock the opponent down or slightly phase them and leave her spent and tired for the remainder of the battle. Even small pushes like gusts of wind can leave her winded.
*Basic*Combat skills: Tearshadow has only trained with her blades, however her fighting style doesn't totally rely on them. She can punch, block and kick and knows a small series of moves, however she prefers to kill an opponent from behind rather than engang is battle. She can hold her on in battle against a single opponent, however their level of skill decides how long the battle will last, as she can be defeated easily by even an above average warrior.
*Racial*Hearing: The Ishëa have heightened hearing abilties. Tearshadow can hear nearly one and a half as good as a normal human. This only works however, when their eyes are closed, leaving them vulnerable to more silent opponents. However, this can be an excellent tracking tool.
Agile: Tearshadow is a lithe creature who is nimble on her feet. Her reactions are only slightly quicker than a normal human.
History
We finally get a backstory on the criminal herself. The "Libertine finally cracked and his words may just help us profile her in time for her next attack. These are his actually words:
"Little is known about Tearshadow before she joined the Libertines, a movement on our world to free the people from the tyranny of our government. Most believe she was a noblewoman who was punished too harshly by her brother for disobeying him. Ishëa women have little say in what goes on, and men are allowed to punish them if they should "step out of line". This is just one of the many things we're fighting against. Many of the other races of our world were wiped out or enslaved, but always under the very noses of the people. The war of Scorched Mesa, the battle of the Elryn Swampland, most people have heard the horror stories of how foul beasts ripped apart poor Ishëa to shreads. Few know what really happened. How the Drylek culture was destroyed on that desert battlefield, how their people were enslaved to work farms and minds, any job where they wouldn't be seen by the general public. The government, run by a secretive council, does a good job at keeping order, or did at least.
When Tearshadow first came to the Libertines, she didn't know what to think. The council lead her to believe the Libertines were nothing but drunken maniacs driven by hedonist pleasures and spoiled by money. But we weren't just nobles, but commoners and peasants alike. She was so surprised to find how smart the commoners were really, since most nobles grow up thinking they only rule because the lower classes are too stupid. Sure, people are ignorant, doesn't mean they're stupid though. She grew to love the Libertines and what they stood for, a light in the darkness that was cast on everyone. She wanted to do more to help, and she quickly did.
She became on of the main figures for the movement in only a few years. Her vengeful tactics and ruthlessness struck fear into the upper brass. She was good, damn good by most standards. But they learned her face soon enough, and she was wanted everywhere she went.
The time came when we had enough support to start the full scale war. The northern reaches of the country were all but ours. Still, the government's armies tore through us at certain points. For her safety, before they reached her, we decided to usher Tearshadow out of our world. She was too important, her name was the rally we all flocked to. She needed to go into hiding.
This world, Althanas, our more powerful members used Ishëan to open a portal *boy they were sore* and get Tearshadow and a few other leaders out quickly, along with an informant or two like me. We're alot weaker on this plain, but it beats being dead.
I guess she got the idea that this world needs to be freed to, because that wasn't the original plan. We're suppose to wait in hiding until the coast is clear back on Ishëa. She gets angry when it comes to abuses in power, and it seems anyone in power is abusing it to her."
A strange and dangerous tale this makes to us all sir. But it will be my duty to track her down, wherever she may go.
NPC: ((Kind'a won't use him in battle, unless my opponent needs help o_O))
Name: Marshal Leo 'Lion' Gibsmont
Age: 35
Race: Human
Hair: Brown
Eye: Brown
Occupation: Law Enforcer of Corone
Appearance: A commanding figure even with a few wrinkles of age, he wears a rather plain attire. Usually sporting a tan overcoat and brown pants, aged workboots and a tired hat. His eyes are better than any torture tactic when it comes to getting information.
Personality: Straight to the point, he still has his tendrils of charm that he wraps around people when need be. Clever and perceptive, it's little wonder why he's so trusted in the city of Radasanth. He has a strong sense of justice, whether it be for right or wrong.
Weapons: A single steel dagger.
History: He never really tells much about his past, keeping many details to himself. At present he has a wife and two daughters. He came across Tearshadow's story while investigating her attempt on the Lord Mayor of a Corone village. After taking in one of her informants, he's determined to find her where ever she may be.
Race: Ishëa
Age: Real age unknown, appears young
Gender: Female
Hair: Long and dyed black
Eyes: Lush red wine
Skin: Fair
Build: 5'5", 122 lbs.
Occupation: Freedom Fighter
Appearance:
The marshal could only look on the man with vexation, his intense eyes scowled at the smell of his liquored breath. The witness had told him little information of importance, and the lawman wasn't about to waste time fellowing the stumbled words of a drunkard. "I'll ask you again," he said in a clear tone that held authority. "What did the assassin look like?" The lawman pushed forward several gold coins, peeking his witness' interest.
"Firs' thing'a saw tha' go' me thinkin' was she'as a maiden she was!" Stammered the drunk, who slammed his draught down trying to emphasize the point. "She'as cloaked 'en purpl'velvet, hooded lick a 'heif!" Through the jabbered words the marshal penned out a description.
Fairly tall for a woman, she is lithe in build. Her muscles are present but they are not well defined. Her clothes speak more for form than formality, apearing in black lace, silk, and linen. She wears long boots and gloves of soft black leather, and a belt of brown where her knife's sheath is kept. Her eyes appear cold and are the color of red wine, leave it to a drunkard to see that in the dark. A clean and solem, fair-skinned face was clenched in seriousness. The witness describes her as a lovely vision with long hair the color of raven feathers, with all the shine to them. Oddly, her ears are pointed like an elf. Could lead to possible ties with Raiaera. The witness noticed a black hankercheif drawn form her pocket, most likely used to cover her face. Luckily, our witness saw her as she was putting it back. Her cloak still covers most of her body, a heavy purple velvet with hood. She appeared well versed in her small blade, leading me to believe she is no novice. The drunkard claims she is something of a beauty. The detective was proud. Some how, he had managed to make sense of his witness' words. The witness got up with a smile, nearly stumbling back as he rose. He was glad to be of aid to his country. The lawman extended his hand in gratitude.
"You've done a service to Corone. It is no jest that someone attempted to take the life of a noble." The grimace appeared over his face again. The marshal wanted justice to be served.
"Anythin' I'c'do to hel' p'out." Staggered the drunken witness. He bowed his head slightly, worrying the detective that he might fall over, before he left without another word. The lawman sighed, the description was a lot, but he needed more leads to find whoever tried to kill the noble.
Personality:
The wagon ride back to his headquaters was rough, backroads in Corone's forests were known for unpaved dirt trails. The detective took solace is the fact that his dagger was in easy reach as he drove his horses faster, hastening his flight from the shadowed woods. Highwaymen hunted the same paths he now rode upon and he hoped to avoid any encounter with trouble. Through the cold night's air he managed to grip to the reigns, the warm sweat on the leather felt good against his nearly frost bitten hand. With a free arm he reached into his overcoat's pocket, pulling out his small pages of notes. He had interviewed more citizens and wanted to review his findings before he presented them to his superior.
Reports vary on how the assassin acted in public for those that talked with her, but from them I can see a simple motive. Before she attempted to take the life of Lord Mayor Lüge she spoke with many citizens of the town of Lahe. One woman describes her as a very serious lass who had only business on her mind. However, she showed some distanced affection to the village children by one boy's report. It seems most would call her introverted and serious, with a kind heart. I however, cannot believe a murderer as such.
She addressed issues with the Lord Mayor of Lahe, calling on the people to think how he was treating them. Surprisingly, few guards noticed such talk of treason. She even handed out hand written notes explaining grievences with policies and proticol. The outrangeous things were burned along with anyone found hiding them. Her motives seem driven towards rebellion, but I fear she means much more on a much larger scale. The rebel appears anti-aristocracy and believes people should rule themselves in full.
The most chilling testimonial came from an old woman, who heard of what lengths the terrorist will go to. In a sworn statement, she recalled something whispered to her when she responded to the terrorists calls for a revolution. The crone said she had no real part in such matters and wished to stay out of political affairs.
"So you stand on the middle ground?" Whispered the assassin as she cupped the old woman's ear. "Wise woman, we are all in an existance where there is no middle ground. Light and darkness, sun and shade, they do not mingle together in some ungodly waltz. You are either for change or against it. Claiming neutrality will only make you a target for both sides, and I will see to it personally that your indecisive nature will be the end of you. Because if not, it will be the end of me."
There are many unknowns to this criminal's persona, but of this we can be certain. She will strike again, and it will be serious."
The Ishëa:
I have wonderful news. Our wanted posters and letters have unearthed a acomplise to the assassin. He fit her description well, save his hair color, they seem to be of the same creed. Our begining interigations of him revealed some startling news. He and the criminal are not of this world, but instead came from "another plain of existance." He, like the description of her, is elven in look and make. From his mouth we know this Ishëa race are highly advanced in arcitecture and magic, with levels of government and buracracy to rival even Corone. However, after years of bloody wars with nearby races on Ishëa ((Yes, both the race and plane are called that. Egotism must live on every world.)), the race became gripped by civil war between the government and "The Libertines", as they call themselves. Prying anymore into these affairs seems petty. We're not here to enrich ourselves with culture, but to bring a would-be assassin to justice. Here now, is a general assumption from his interigationa and from expert hypotheses.
Ishëa are fair creatures and usually seem very serious. Rich and poor alike wear clothes for both function and style, with laces and beautiful things to rival those in the nature around them. They seem to have some kind of strange connection to their surrondings this "Libertine" hints at, and it may be the source of their powers. Their hair and eyes are usually the color of bright spring and autom plants, and they have pointed elven ears. They seem to speak a form of the common language, with fewer contractions and more formallity. During his questioning, we found the "Libertine" to be senseitive to high pitched sounds and heat, their ears make for sensitive hearing and they seem weaker in hot areas.
Equipment:
Weapons: -A long iron knife named Divine Spite, a play on words of Divine Right. Two feet long and one inch wide, it seems well made and easy to conceal under her cloak.
(3)-Small iron knives. Four inches long and half an inch wide, they are good for throwing or quick jabs.
Armor (1)-Iron arm guard. It covers her left forearm and extends to the elbow. Used to block attacks so she can move in with her knife, blunt force can still be felt inside from most strong blows. Dodging is the first line of defence.
Other (1)-Small pack kept under her clock. The small knives are kept here, along with a small ration of food, several sheets of paper, and a small well of ink.
Skills:
*Racial*Ishëan: The Ishëa have one trait that transends rich or poor. They are able to use the very energies of the plain the inhabit, channeling it into their bodies and expelling it in different ways. On Althanas, Tearshadow has little connection to the land, as she only inhabits it. In time this will change. For now the rebel can only expell blasts of kinetic energy in differnet forms. If she was small from a small height, she'd be able to lessen the impact by releasing energy before she hits the ground. She can expell blows of it from her hands to knock enemies back at a range, as if she pushed them herself. She may even be able to kick up small dust clouds to confuse opponents for mere moments.
The power takes concentration, and no weapon or fist can be wielded during the time. It takes only moment for her to take the energy in, three to five seconds. During this window, she is vulnerable to attacks as all her other senses are cut off. Anything she does with this energy takes a toll on her physically. If she was to push at someone *only works within a short range* it would be as if she was pushing them herself. If she pushed ((using Ishëan)) at her hardest, it would only knock the opponent down or slightly phase them and leave her spent and tired for the remainder of the battle. Even small pushes like gusts of wind can leave her winded.
*Basic*Combat skills: Tearshadow has only trained with her blades, however her fighting style doesn't totally rely on them. She can punch, block and kick and knows a small series of moves, however she prefers to kill an opponent from behind rather than engang is battle. She can hold her on in battle against a single opponent, however their level of skill decides how long the battle will last, as she can be defeated easily by even an above average warrior.
*Racial*Hearing: The Ishëa have heightened hearing abilties. Tearshadow can hear nearly one and a half as good as a normal human. This only works however, when their eyes are closed, leaving them vulnerable to more silent opponents. However, this can be an excellent tracking tool.
Agile: Tearshadow is a lithe creature who is nimble on her feet. Her reactions are only slightly quicker than a normal human.
History
We finally get a backstory on the criminal herself. The "Libertine finally cracked and his words may just help us profile her in time for her next attack. These are his actually words:
"Little is known about Tearshadow before she joined the Libertines, a movement on our world to free the people from the tyranny of our government. Most believe she was a noblewoman who was punished too harshly by her brother for disobeying him. Ishëa women have little say in what goes on, and men are allowed to punish them if they should "step out of line". This is just one of the many things we're fighting against. Many of the other races of our world were wiped out or enslaved, but always under the very noses of the people. The war of Scorched Mesa, the battle of the Elryn Swampland, most people have heard the horror stories of how foul beasts ripped apart poor Ishëa to shreads. Few know what really happened. How the Drylek culture was destroyed on that desert battlefield, how their people were enslaved to work farms and minds, any job where they wouldn't be seen by the general public. The government, run by a secretive council, does a good job at keeping order, or did at least.
When Tearshadow first came to the Libertines, she didn't know what to think. The council lead her to believe the Libertines were nothing but drunken maniacs driven by hedonist pleasures and spoiled by money. But we weren't just nobles, but commoners and peasants alike. She was so surprised to find how smart the commoners were really, since most nobles grow up thinking they only rule because the lower classes are too stupid. Sure, people are ignorant, doesn't mean they're stupid though. She grew to love the Libertines and what they stood for, a light in the darkness that was cast on everyone. She wanted to do more to help, and she quickly did.
She became on of the main figures for the movement in only a few years. Her vengeful tactics and ruthlessness struck fear into the upper brass. She was good, damn good by most standards. But they learned her face soon enough, and she was wanted everywhere she went.
The time came when we had enough support to start the full scale war. The northern reaches of the country were all but ours. Still, the government's armies tore through us at certain points. For her safety, before they reached her, we decided to usher Tearshadow out of our world. She was too important, her name was the rally we all flocked to. She needed to go into hiding.
This world, Althanas, our more powerful members used Ishëan to open a portal *boy they were sore* and get Tearshadow and a few other leaders out quickly, along with an informant or two like me. We're alot weaker on this plain, but it beats being dead.
I guess she got the idea that this world needs to be freed to, because that wasn't the original plan. We're suppose to wait in hiding until the coast is clear back on Ishëa. She gets angry when it comes to abuses in power, and it seems anyone in power is abusing it to her."
A strange and dangerous tale this makes to us all sir. But it will be my duty to track her down, wherever she may go.
NPC: ((Kind'a won't use him in battle, unless my opponent needs help o_O))
Name: Marshal Leo 'Lion' Gibsmont
Age: 35
Race: Human
Hair: Brown
Eye: Brown
Occupation: Law Enforcer of Corone
Appearance: A commanding figure even with a few wrinkles of age, he wears a rather plain attire. Usually sporting a tan overcoat and brown pants, aged workboots and a tired hat. His eyes are better than any torture tactic when it comes to getting information.
Personality: Straight to the point, he still has his tendrils of charm that he wraps around people when need be. Clever and perceptive, it's little wonder why he's so trusted in the city of Radasanth. He has a strong sense of justice, whether it be for right or wrong.
Weapons: A single steel dagger.
History: He never really tells much about his past, keeping many details to himself. At present he has a wife and two daughters. He came across Tearshadow's story while investigating her attempt on the Lord Mayor of a Corone village. After taking in one of her informants, he's determined to find her where ever she may be.