Penelope [ Archer ]
Oct 18, 2014 12:10:57 GMT
Post by Penelope on Oct 18, 2014 12:10:57 GMT
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Penelope / "Piper"
GROUP
Ferox
AGE
Nineteen [ 19 ]
BIRTHDAY
October Twentieth [ 10/20 ]
WEAPON
Bronze Bow
CLASSES
Archer, Mercenary, Thief, Dark Mage
POSITIVES
Brave, Practical, Unyielding, Loyal, Passionate.
NEGATIVES
Stubborn, Suspicious, Brash, Foul-Mouthed, Superstitious.
BIO
As much as the Khans may have preferred it, militarism didn't run nations. Even Ferox had an economy of sorts and it was there that Piper was born and raised. Farmland wasn't so difficult to come across, even in the clutches of cold, though in place of crops livestock were raised and wild game hunted down. Meat, after all, was the meal of heroes. Penelope was taught to herd and hunt from the moment she was able to hold a bow. Even at a young age she had a natural knack for accuracy and a heart stout enough to make any Feroxi parent proud. She was a fine shepherd, fine enough to have earned the title were she born all those years ago.
Piper's parents protected their past, avoiding even the most direct questions about it with stern frowns and scoldings. There was something there, though, the young shepherd was sure of it. Why her father had a sword stowed away in his wardrobe even though he boasted of his skill with an axe. Why her mother was the better shot with a bow between the pair of them even though she did little more than cook and prepare food. As she grew older Piper was taught of her nation's ways in more than just context, she could understand why even the humblest of Feroxi would carry such skills. Yet she always carried this inkling of doubt, this suspicion of something more lurking in their history. Her parents were too guarded for it to be otherwise.
As all dramatic revelations do her own answers came on the cusp of tragedy. With the coming of Grima's minions, the Risen, there came the end of Piper's peaceful life as a shepherd. With her dying breath her mother explained to her their family's ancestry, their ancient ties to bloodlines which had fought for the world once before. It was a distant relationship and a familial pride. They stood for good, for Naga and peace, yet prepared for evil. They prepared-- and ultimately it claimed their lives in the end.
She took up her father's sword. It was a weapon she was unfamiliar with, never mind the fact that she was unused to wielding anything as a weapon to begin with. Hunting and killing just weren't the same thing, especially when you were killing things that were supposed to already be dead. It didn't go well. The first Risen she came across disarmed her and almost tore her throat out in the process. All grandiose be damned, if she was going to be a heroine it wouldn't be that day. She barely made it out with her life and her bow. From there on the shepherd was on her own.
Ferox was a land that bore not chumps but champions, it was a place where only the strong were able to survive. Her parents had not only taught her of that strength but shown her the mountain she must scale to achieve it. Penelope Piper Farrister had a purpose and it was no longer found in the tending of sheep or the hunting of animals. She set out in search of answers. Someone out there would be responding to this new threat of destruction. She intended to find out who.
OTHER
N/A
FACE-CLAIM
FINAL FANTASY VIII, squall leonhart
Penelope / "Piper"
GROUP
Ferox
AGE
Nineteen [ 19 ]
BIRTHDAY
October Twentieth [ 10/20 ]
WEAPON
Bronze Bow
CLASSES
Archer, Mercenary, Thief, Dark Mage
POSITIVES
Brave, Practical, Unyielding, Loyal, Passionate.
NEGATIVES
Stubborn, Suspicious, Brash, Foul-Mouthed, Superstitious.
BIO
As much as the Khans may have preferred it, militarism didn't run nations. Even Ferox had an economy of sorts and it was there that Piper was born and raised. Farmland wasn't so difficult to come across, even in the clutches of cold, though in place of crops livestock were raised and wild game hunted down. Meat, after all, was the meal of heroes. Penelope was taught to herd and hunt from the moment she was able to hold a bow. Even at a young age she had a natural knack for accuracy and a heart stout enough to make any Feroxi parent proud. She was a fine shepherd, fine enough to have earned the title were she born all those years ago.
Piper's parents protected their past, avoiding even the most direct questions about it with stern frowns and scoldings. There was something there, though, the young shepherd was sure of it. Why her father had a sword stowed away in his wardrobe even though he boasted of his skill with an axe. Why her mother was the better shot with a bow between the pair of them even though she did little more than cook and prepare food. As she grew older Piper was taught of her nation's ways in more than just context, she could understand why even the humblest of Feroxi would carry such skills. Yet she always carried this inkling of doubt, this suspicion of something more lurking in their history. Her parents were too guarded for it to be otherwise.
As all dramatic revelations do her own answers came on the cusp of tragedy. With the coming of Grima's minions, the Risen, there came the end of Piper's peaceful life as a shepherd. With her dying breath her mother explained to her their family's ancestry, their ancient ties to bloodlines which had fought for the world once before. It was a distant relationship and a familial pride. They stood for good, for Naga and peace, yet prepared for evil. They prepared-- and ultimately it claimed their lives in the end.
She took up her father's sword. It was a weapon she was unfamiliar with, never mind the fact that she was unused to wielding anything as a weapon to begin with. Hunting and killing just weren't the same thing, especially when you were killing things that were supposed to already be dead. It didn't go well. The first Risen she came across disarmed her and almost tore her throat out in the process. All grandiose be damned, if she was going to be a heroine it wouldn't be that day. She barely made it out with her life and her bow. From there on the shepherd was on her own.
Ferox was a land that bore not chumps but champions, it was a place where only the strong were able to survive. Her parents had not only taught her of that strength but shown her the mountain she must scale to achieve it. Penelope Piper Farrister had a purpose and it was no longer found in the tending of sheep or the hunting of animals. She set out in search of answers. Someone out there would be responding to this new threat of destruction. She intended to find out who.
OTHER
N/A
FACE-CLAIM
FINAL FANTASY VIII, squall leonhart
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