Home PERSONA Name: Lucretia Von Wolfenstein Age: 30, December/19/X761 Gender: Female Sexuality: Pansexual/Poly Ethnicity, Father: Icebergian Ethnicity, Mother: Icebergian Class: Hunter Race: Werewolf [Incomplete] Rank: D-rank Guild: Guildless Tattoo: Located on her left shoulder. Face: original character PHYSIQUE Height: 6'7 Weight: 250 LBS Hair: Grey/White Eyes: Black Screla/Blue eyes Overall: Lucretia's pale skin is the first thing that makes itself known. From spending a lifetime under the various protective equipment or furs to keep out the chilling cold of her homeland. Her hair is well kept and comes down to just shy of her waist on the back and she keeps two long lengths braided to keep a good chunk of it out of her eyes. She is well muscled and fairly athletic if not a bit hulking in terms of stature. She tends to favor heavier clothing when outdoors and when inside she tends to wear fairly expensive outfits, ranging from suits to sometimes dresses when attending meetings or the like.  Extra: A claw scar over her right eye; a gift from her late father. PERSONALITY Personality: Honorable: Lucretia is the sort that keeps her word, that if she makes a promise, an oath or even a pinky swear she'll keep it till the end of her life. She's not one to turn her back on those that need it and she will never strike a target when their back is turned. It has lead to some extremely difficult choices in her life but suffice to say she is proud of her decisions. Proud of the fact that she knows that when one looks upon her face they know that they will have nothing to fear when turning away from her. Friendly: Lucretia is the sort that will saddle up next to you and share a story over a campfire, the sort that will be the loud and focal point of attention in the middle of a busy bar. You'd think with her choice profession she'd be a little quieter but that's exactly opposite! She has a habit of making fast friends with all the right or wrong people. Genuine: Lucretia isn't the sort to deceive, isn't the sort to tell a lie. It's hard for her to even justify telling people a white lie to make them feel better. She's up front with her feelings and is hopeful that others would share the same ideals as she does. It can lead to some trouble when dealing with craftier sorts since she takes most of what people say at face value... For good reason. Zealous: She doesn't give up on a hunt, she doesn't give up on a fight, the words "I quit" aren't even in her scope. She won't stop end of story. She won't give up on those underneath her, above her or far far below her. A job or the innocent go doubly so. Her fierce burning passion for all that is right in the world is probably where this comes from. Intelligent: Her approaches are methodical, well thought out. She's cunning and a bit of a planner even though she's so loud and boisterous. Every moment that she's left alone is another plan hatched. She's quick to analyze and quick to understand things. While she may lack wisdom compared to some of her counterparts she makes up for it with well thought out and well executed plans. Likes:
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ATTRIBUTES Strength: 8 Speed: 6 Constitution: 6 Endurance: 4 Intelligence: 6 MAGIC Magic Name: Mausoleum Magic Element: Ice Magic Enhancement: Body defense Magic Description: Mausoleum is a largely defensive magic; focusing on boosting ones defensive abilities. Usually through the creation of ice barriers close to or around one's person. It's not terribly uncommon however for it to focus it's effort on creating an almost sort of armor around the subject. HISTORY History: Lucretia's early life was bliss compared to most; her father kept her safe from the horrors of the warring clans of the north. A brutal and desolate fight that often more than not left others wanting. Her mother did her best to raise Lucretia right; with proper morals and proper views of the world. Beyond the borders in hopes of having her daughter far away from the land that her father invested so much in. But being saved from one horror only meant that you were privy to another. A darker, far more fierce horror that Lucretia wasn't ready for. Her mother was a werewolf; an afflicted werewolf before her birth. Which meant Lucretia herself was a naturally born one. But she had no idea; her 'ability' never really triggered in her early life. Always being prompt to be inside during the long nights. Always being kept under wraps. Up until her fourteenth birthday when the hunters came. Not for her. But for her mother. Her father fought them and lost; which to the clan meant a great deal. Meant that he was weak and wasn't fit to lead them. That another should take his place. They bickered, they fought and while her father came out on top the challenges just mounted again and again. One night they decided to take it a step to far. Setting their home ablaze in the midst of one of the coldest nights they had known yet. Running from the flames Lucretia saw in it's full glory the thing her mother had been trying to keep from her for the longest time. She doesn't remember what she did or the rage that had come over her. What she had done to save both her and her father. All she remembers from that night is everything running red and standing above the broken bodies of her fellows. Her father cursing her for everything she did and everything that she was. She didn't even notice the bite marks from her own teeth; just the cursing and pain. But neither one of them could bring themselves to fight one another. Especially not after all that they had been through. So Lucretia left her father to the cruel fate of winter itself while she alone survived. Only to be taken in by the same group of hunters a little bit later that had taken her mother. Training her in the same way of their forebears. Throughout the years she worked with them; trying to suppress her very core once it made itself known. But it broke out from time to time... but they always had contingencies. They always worked with her. She wasn't like the afflicted. She could be tamed in a way. She was maybe twenty when it came to her attention that clans in the north were vanishing overnight. All but one man survived the slaughter and was able to regale the hunters with who was responsible. A werewolf that shared the same coloration as Lucretia did. It wasn't exactly rare but the build, the style of attack. It reminded her a little bit too much of what she had done. Like it was a sick calling card of something in the past. So she and the hunters set out to go do what they needed to. To tame another creature of the night. It was a foolish dance that they had gotten into; it wasn't just something simple they could just catch and turn to an asset. It was a powerful individual that was doing this for fun; for kicks. They had these intoxicating moments in the villages that Lucretia could just smell. It was years chasing the tail of this creature; they were cunning and powerful. It wasn't until she was nearly at thirty winters before the group stumbled upon the werewolf in it's full glory. It was the second time that Lucretia had seen red. She was told that the fight between her and this other werewolf was something to behold. She couldn't remember a damn thing; only the pain in her chest after it was all said and done. When they were laying broken and bloody at her feet. Their rapidly shrinking body gifting her with the site of an ever so familiar bite mark... From well over fifteen winters ago. Lucretia said to herself after that; that she needed some time to get things together. That she needed a different approach. That she and the hunters could work together but she was done working for them. It didn't take much convincing in her part to set up elsewhere. Or at least start up something that would benefit everyone. Just a little money and maybe Lucretia could start a local guild, maybe join one. Or hell maybe she could get a Mafia going like in those books she had been keen on reading during her summers... Reference: No one! |
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