Anna Revellie
Feb 11, 2019 17:43:37 GMT -8
Post by abbeyabinch on Feb 11, 2019 17:43:37 GMT -8
Name: Anna Revellie
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Species: Human
-Breed: Bitch
Height: 5’5”
Ruling God: Atheist
Elemental Affinity: No element
Appearance: Ya know
Personality: Typically she doesn’t interact with people very much, because if they bring it back to the cult then she is most certainly gonna go to hell. When she gets to know some people she can seem snarky and have a little bit of a nasty attitude but deep down inside she just needs a hug.
Biography: Gifted a magical sword at birth, which such was blood bonded at that exact moment of womb escaping. Born to be the heir of a cult in the fuckin’ woods she has been trained up to this very moment. Yet, her parents being both poisoned by the cultists for whatever reason that will be made at a later date. So on the night of her supposed to be crowned(?) cult leader she dipped and is now on the run from this cult who wants her blood for that sweet ass sword.
Equipment: A broad bladed longsword, engraved in ancient texts unknown to current civilization, not even this bitch knows what it says still. From the pammel, to the grip, to mid way down the blade is covered in gold in intricate designs, almost as if it was carefully handcrafted, it’s shine still remains through all these years. Other equipment goes along as such, a large scarf big enough to cover around her head and shoulders, a backpack to carry along any small trinkets and extra clothing and a few snacks.
Occupation: Ex-Almost cult leader.
Other/Extras: Jam.
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Species: Human
-Breed: Bitch
Height: 5’5”
Ruling God: Atheist
Elemental Affinity: No element
Appearance: Ya know
Personality: Typically she doesn’t interact with people very much, because if they bring it back to the cult then she is most certainly gonna go to hell. When she gets to know some people she can seem snarky and have a little bit of a nasty attitude but deep down inside she just needs a hug.
Biography: Gifted a magical sword at birth, which such was blood bonded at that exact moment of womb escaping. Born to be the heir of a cult in the fuckin’ woods she has been trained up to this very moment. Yet, her parents being both poisoned by the cultists for whatever reason that will be made at a later date. So on the night of her supposed to be crowned(?) cult leader she dipped and is now on the run from this cult who wants her blood for that sweet ass sword.
Equipment: A broad bladed longsword, engraved in ancient texts unknown to current civilization, not even this bitch knows what it says still. From the pammel, to the grip, to mid way down the blade is covered in gold in intricate designs, almost as if it was carefully handcrafted, it’s shine still remains through all these years. Other equipment goes along as such, a large scarf big enough to cover around her head and shoulders, a backpack to carry along any small trinkets and extra clothing and a few snacks.
Occupation: Ex-Almost cult leader.
Other/Extras: Jam.
