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Ursula Miller
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Topic Started: Apr 26 2008, 12:03 AM (312 Views)
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Apr 26 2008, 12:03 AM
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Name: Ursula Miller
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Country: Lascia
Class: Outlaw
Starting Town: Lughbaidh
Chosen Weapon: Dual-Daggers
Appearance:
 Though nothing spectacular, Ursula knows how to use her looks to get ahead in life, and she is more than willing to flaunt them. Her face is young, round, and soft-looking, with a mellow shade of green eyes. Her nose and mouth are both small and narrow, keeping her face in proportion. Her ears are larger than they likely should be, due to an allergic reaction she had as a child, and she keeps them hidden behind her mop of green hair for the most part—the problem is, they tend to slip past it. Two earrings dangle off of each respective ear, one a small golden buckle, the other a dangling, faded gem of some sort.
Her outfits are not outlandish, but they are comfortable and casual, while still allowing her to look like a dancer. Her excuse is that they are “easy to remove” and “easy to replace”, should the need ever arise. She wears a long dress, cutting off at her heels, of a cornflower blue hue. Over top of that, when 'in character', she wears an off-white sash over her shoulders, holding it like a ribbon.
Ursula had always been awkward and lanky as a child, but has since stopped growing completely and leveled off at a meager five foot eight. She now knows how to control her body and her height, and has excellent balance.
Personality: Since she was a young girl, Ursula had to fend for herself. Her parents were both hard-working people who, if alive to this day, would likely be upset with the route their daughter took. They taught her the value of money, making her a very frugal girl, though she craves having gold in her hands and has been known to con people out of it.
Having been a hard-worker, she is capable of getting her hands dirty if need be, though she tends to use that only as a last resort. If she can't con her way out of something, it's generally not worth it. She has a habit of over analyzing her situations and has a fear of failure. If she's unable to do something, at least in her mind, she won't even make an attempt.
She comes off as a sweet, innocent young woman, but a case could be made either way. It's almost as if Ursula has dual personalities. Instead, it's a front she puts up when confronting people. She can be very greedy, conniving, and rude if she has to be, and has been known to do that. It's part of the job.
Ursula tends to break off relationships with people before anything serious can happen, due to her fear of commitment. She has not had somebody to call a 'friend'--or even an acquaintance, for that matter—in a very long time. Moving from town to town, trying to keep a low profile, and keep attention diverted away from herself.
All in all, she is very good at what she does. The trouble is that she doesn't necessarily think that's a good thing.
Biography: Growing up in a village with a name Ursula can't remember, she was put to work at a very young age. As her name might suggest, Ursula's family ran a small mill outside of the village, and times were always tough. They barely had enough to live off of. She took odd jobs around the area, helping out where she could, even if it meant doing “men's labour”, as she likes to call it. Though it wasn't a lavish lifestyle, it was a humble one, and she really did enjoy it... to an extent.
While employed as a maid for a tavern, she became caught up in a separate life, one she did not think could ever be her own. In her modest little town, there were secrets she soon found out about. Men, all sorts of men, congregated in places like this. She saw the girls, dancing like streetwomen in order to put money in their pockets and food on the table but she saw a classiness in them, something about it appealed to her.
That was when she stopped coming home at night.
She became a dancer. She was old enough to live on her own by then, and she had enough of her own money saved to skip town and head off to another small village. It was close enough that if anything should happen, she could return home, but still far enough away that her parents wouldn't come looking for her. She didn't necessarily want to be found.
As it turns out, she was fairly good at her job in the beginning. She soon learned about codes of etiquette and limits as to her lifestyle and she lived within them. For a while, everything was fine. In fact, everything was going great.
But, like all stories, hers had a downfall.
It was a surprise to both her and her father when he walked into the tavern one evening. Needless to say, she was taken home, and her father returned from his “business meeting” earlier than anticipated. Had she been found earlier, she may have gone home willingly, but Ursula truly was enjoying herself, and quickly she became restless. She tried to make herself seem content back at home when in actuality, she was preparing to leave—this time for good.
In the dead of night, a week or so after she was brought back, she ran from the house. Out the front door, down the cobblestone roads, and out through the town gate, never once looking back. The small town life was not for her and there was no way she was going back. Absolutely no way.
RP Sample: She had not seen food in days. The sound of her stomach rumbling was a constantly reminder of how much her stomach hated her at that very moment and all the moments before that and, likely, all of the ones following it until she finally ate something. But Ursula couldn't stop. Stopping would mean they would find her. She had been walking for nearly three days now, trying to run from her old life, but she couldn't bring herself to run. It was fruitless, hopeless, pointless. She just wanted to give up right then and there, lie down on the trail, and hope a bear ate her.
Her walking slowed to a halt, and she looked down at her blistered feet. She was a sight for sore eyes by now, of that she was certain. A dirt-covered hand raised to her face, rubbing at her eyes. It stung, but she had barely slept, and it gave her a moment of calmness. She didn't know why, but she missed her mother.
Moving the hand away from her eyes, she stopped to observe her surroundings. She wasn't too far off from another town, but it was still a fairly remote location, giving her reason to be surprised when she saw a small house in the distance. Without a second thought, she ran towards it. Her legs were flaring up in pain but that didn't stop her until she found herself knocking on the door. She waited a few moments, expecting somebody to answer it, but was upset when nobody came. She took a small step back and peered into the window to the side of the door, seeing no signs of movement—but there were signs of life. A loaf of bread sat on the table, along with butter that was beginning to melt. She began salivating with what little fluid she had left in her body.
Instinctively, her hands reached for the front door and pushed it forward. Funnily enough, it was unlocked. Taking a step inside, she felt the warmth of a fireplace, but there was none lit. Somebody lives here, she came to the sudden realization. Her mind to her to stop, but her stomach told her to push on.
Moving as quietly as possible, she turned into a cut-out in the wall, towards what she figured was the kitchen. A small wood stove sat in one corner, isolated from the rest of the room. A small wooden table sat on the far side with the bread—oh, how good it smelled to her—and the butter. It was just in a heap, not carefully presented or anything. It looked delicious. Against her mind's protests, she moved towards it and, as though she were a barbarian, tore a piece off of the end of the loaf, stuffing it in her mouth.
That was when she heard a noise from another room. It was sudden, quick, and it sounded like somebody getting up. Her eyes widened, her legs began to shake, but she was completely frozen over in terror. She knew she needed to get out before something bad happened, as it always did with her. She quickly looked around the room, unsure of what to do. She could hide, but that likely wouldn't help. There wasn't anywhere to do it.
“'ey! What the 'ell are ye' doin' in mah house?!”
Panic-ridden, Ursula took a step forward and reached out on the table, seeing a small knife sticking in the mound of butter. She spun around to face her assailant and stared him as hard in the face as she possibly could. “Get away from me...” she said shakily, almost territorially, even though she was the one who had broken in.
“Yer just a lil' girl...” said the man, his pot-belly shaking as he let out a harsh laugh. “Why don't ye' put down the knaff, girlie, and I'll let ye' go...”
But she had already broken into this man's house and threatened him with a knife. There was no way, in Ursula's mind, that he would just let her off scott-free. “No,” she said boldly. “I'm not leaving until I get what I want.”
He laughed again. “If ye' wanted te play ruff', why diddn' ye' jus' say so?”
Taking another step back, Ursula maneuvered herself around the table. Still brandishing the knife, she began to doubt herself and her intelligence. This man was a beast, there was no way she'd be able to take him on. As he took a step towards her, she took another one back. “Cam' on,” he said in a strange voice, “be good now...”
In a moment of impulse, she dropped the knife onto the table and picked up the plate with the slab of butter on it. She hesitated a moment before throwing it in his direction. She didn't look long enough to know what happened, but she heard a shout and a smashing sound. She looked up again and saw the man turned around, holding his hands at his face.
Knowing she didn't have much time, Ursula grabbed the knife back up from the table and looked back at the man. She moved quickly, back past the table, and pressed it into his shoulder. He let out another cry of pain as she pushed him down to the ground, and he toppled as though her weighed nothing. Behind curses and shouted, Ursula moved back to the kitchen and reached for a bag leaning against the wall. There was some weight on it, and she guessed he had been planning to go hiking that day. She looked back at the table and reached for the loaf of bread with the ripped piece missing and picked it up.
The man's size was clearly a hindrance to him, as he was only just now struggling to get up from his position on the floor. She moved out of the kitchen into the narrow hallway where he was struggling, and pulled the knife from his shoulder. “I'm so sorry...” she said briskly, moving away from him. “It'll never happen again...”
Then she turned away from him and his house, and ran down out of the clearing. She was now a convict—trespassing, assault, robbery, the whole nine yards. She was no longer just running from her life, but now she was running from authority. With the bag messily strewn across her shoulder, a kitchen knife brandished in one hand, and a half-eaten loaf of bread, she pressed on. She needed to find a place to hide, a place to settle down for a while and collect herself, before the guilt of it all really starting taking its toll on her.
((Sorry, my train of thought was a little skewed in the RP sample. I had one idea, decided against it halfway through, and just had to improvise the rest of the way. Hopefully everything is alright!))
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≈ BUDDY :: Level 05 ≈ LI'L DARLIN' :: Level 05
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Apr 26 2008, 09:11 AM
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*Gasp!* A Fire Emblem character picture! Yay! *Barely resists temptation to give extra points. <.<>.>* And no, no problem at all! For your profile, you've earned a solid 500 Gold and one of the following Pokemon!
Drifloon Mawile Bellsprout
Pick a Pokemon, a gender, a nickname (if you'd like one), and two egg moves for it to know right from the start, and Enrua or myself'll get right on it! Also, please remember that all Pokemon automatically know all of their learnable TM moves of their primary type.
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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Fidelity
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Apr 26 2008, 09:24 AM
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Thank you! And, squee, FE! I was having trouble with doing a trainer sprite that I wanted, so I looked into my old repertoire of FE RP charries. *cough* Ahem, anyway... I will take (such a hard decision!)
BUT, I am going to select a Female Drifloon, no nickname, with the egg moves of Hypnosis and Destiny Bond.
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Apr 26 2008, 09:34 AM
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