Post by fox on Jan 16, 2013 10:55:33 GMT -5
SINEAD NYMERIA RUNIS
[/center]THE BASICS:Name: Sinead Nymeria Runis
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Birthplace: Rohan
Current Location: Bree
Weapon(s): A short sword of her own making, a couple of throwing knives and a short hunting bow.
APPEARANCES:Facial Appearance: Sinead has a rounder face with large brown expresive eyes. Most of the time her hair is either braided or just pulled out of her face while working.Sinead would have fair skin if it wasnt for all the metal work and riding she was doing.
Build: A average for a woman ,about 5`4. Her build is well toned muscles,not much room for too much fat on her body.
Distinguishing Marks: Multiple scars on her arms and upper body from burns and cuts from her job. Nothing that doesnt come with the territory. From her town in Rohan, blue war paint is worn to distinguish them from their enemies and to mark there dead.
Face Claim: Olga Kurylenko
A LITTLE MORE IN-DEPTH:Personality: Sinead never really means to come off as serious and sharp but while working she keeps jokes to a minimum. The community in where she grew up as welcoming and warm, even if it sat so close to Fangorn. One thing Sinead learnt to cherish with her time in Rohan was not only horses but all living life. One of a blacksmith and of a hunter was hard. Her mother and her brothers owned the local buckers where meat was sold and her father and her other brothers work on metal work. She learnt the grugny and unlady like humour of men for nor mater where she went it would follow her. Often times it was want save her families hunts for deer, with everyone so stressed out. Often times with stress,it actually made her more talkative, which is not always a good thing.
As a daughter of men whenever there was a chance to celebrate,they did since s few times there were. But the roaring fires and the smell ale ale filled the town ,that was when Sinead felt most at home. The cheering and the singing made all the bad times disappear if only for a moment. Not to mention it also built up her tolerance to alcohol,which was a skill always to have when traveling amount men.
Overall Sinead is a quick spoken girl, but knows when to keep quiet, mostly from her mother. She is never short of a laugh when skies need to be put on faces. She's quiet a happy woman, a life loving woman, knowing that dark times come first before the morning sun rises. She is also loyal like the dogs they had, which has never led her astray. She values friends and time spend together, knowing that not everything lasts.
History: Sinead is the second youngest child of six, born of a butchers daughter and a blacksmith. She has four older brothers and a younger sister to whom she loves very much. A family of so large was not uncommon in this town, seeing as some children don't live past to many winters. The times were though each winter and each passing year of sickness, but their family was quiet lucky to have come out unscathed. Sinead had drawn closets to her father and his knowledge of the world, having seen parts of Gondor on his travels. The sound of seeing the world sparked something in her, and idea that one day she would see it and all its wonders.
As she and her siblings grew, each had chosen a parent to help in their line of work. The two eldest had already learnt as much as they wanted to with a sword and found it more interested to slash a away at something that was already dead instead of making it. Sineads little sister grew fond of sewing and was wished quickly into the sewing house. One of her other brothers, married a young gyspy girl who had come into town for a couple weeks and she has never heard of him since. He was always the romantic sort,so if he was happy,so was she. So that only left Sinead and a brother to help with the father. Kerian was a large lad so quickly he became a very skilled appliance with armour, while Sinead focuses on engaging and smaller items. In time she progressed.
The one thing Sinead looked forward tot he most was her fathers annual hunts in the fall, to kill deer for the meat for the winter. From these trips, Sinead learn knowledge of the land, the art of the bow and how to kill with honor, and not for bloodlust. Sinead had often found herself practicing a clean kill with throwing knives or with her bow, to make her father proud on these hunts.
It was not until her 25th summer that he father was to be taking his fine work to Bree for a trade. It was at the moment when Sinead had her first chance to truly see the work, even if it was just Bree. Bree was chosen for the variety of people that passed through, much fitting market over Edoras, who already had their skilled trades fork. It seemed like forever of trails on horse back and long days of seeing nothing but the wilds, plus a few short stops in other towns for needs. It would have been faster on her own,but the caravan full od goods dragged them down. Within a month,they settled their eyes one Bree, and within the next couple her fathers goods were gone. Seeing as there was no room to set up a shop, her father and Kerian decided to go home, but Sinead did not. She took up a position at a local pub, where all the best stories were told and the most interesting people met. From time to time she was able to work for a long lost Uncle in the family business in Bree,but most of the time she stayed in the pub waiting for her time to go on an adventure.
Roleplay Sample:The silvers, golds and red of her armor ,even in the approaching darkness made Sif glow in the crowds of people. They mortals gave her weary glares and unsettling looks as she squeezed her was through them and out of the greenery of the park. This realms buildings were fast and tall,not as wondrous as Asgards, of course ,but there was so much noise and lights which seemed to dance in the air as the light in the sky started to diminish. Sif tossed her head from side to side, walking into humans as she went along, eyes and head up taking in there odd architecture and ways of live. This realm was strange, stranger then when she was here last.
Maybe Sif had taken off more then she could chew. No. That wasn`t possible. She was a warrior,one who proved herself for her loyalty and strength many times over. A warrior of Asgard,who no matter what the quest, she went in head first. This was just a bump in the path. Not that she anticipating finding the Prince was going to a simple task. Thor would not stay hidden in this realm for long, it just wasn`t like him. Sooner rather than later.
Her will for adventure had taken the fair maiden from the park and into the vicious world of men. Yellow boxes on wheels honked at her as she walked. Sif only replied with a glaring look, resisting the urge to break the metal box where it stood. People almost immediately cleared away from her as she reached the other side of the street, the park just over her shoulders. Sif gave a quick glance back at it, taking in all that she could, but knowing that was not her way back home.
Whispers and giggles surrounded Sif, as the roaring of the metal boxes filled her ears,it seemed almost as noisy as going through the bifrost at times. It was barely bearable. How could this mortals stand all of this, horses were much better way of traveling anyway.
She shoved past another human as the heavily lit lights slowly began to disappear,so did the people. But it was all right,much pleasanter now that most of the noise was being left behind. Back in Asgard the street were quieter or filled with later and chatting not the roars of metal boxes and the monotone echoes of foot steps. So far this world sadden Sif, life felt almost drained of it, not only that but color too. The grays and matted colors seemed to empty compared to the luscious golds and rich colors of her home realm. She didn`t know why Thor wanted to still hold onto this world. As far as she could tell it was just as lifeless as Jutentiem no matter how many people there were. It just felt so, lifeless.Loveless. And desperate.
As she walked and errie feeling crept over her shoulder,as if someone was watching her.Like a hunter after its prey,its eyes locked on the feeble animal it wished to slay,but Sif wasn`t going down without a fight. Not midgardian weapons would dark be a challenge for this fearless warrior. But there wasn`t much time to react as Sif was quickly pulled down a dark alleyway by a mysterious man. No. There was no mystery as to who he was. Those green eyes were unmistakably those of the prince. The dead prince, Loki.
A small dagger rested in one of her hands out of instinct,not having time to draw her larger weapon. Sif tried to hind her shock and surprise from her face,but she knew that the trickster could read her like a book.
“My Lady Sif, forgive me for startling you.”
But Sif was speechless,unknowing as to how to respond to a dead man. Or was dead. How could he have survived falling through the void? so many questions raced through her head all searching for answers.
“But to become visible to you in plain view is…not the best idea nowadays.”
”But how?” Sif finally managed to respond to Lokis words, as a puzzled expression sat on her face. The gimp on the blade began to loosen as her defenses lowered slightly.”You had fallen from the bridge. Through the void. No one could have survived that. Yet you stand before me.”
BEHIND THE SCREEN:Alias: Fox/Sinead
Codeword: Hobbit
Experience: 3 years
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