Scarlet, the Juggernaut

[Scarlet Slitted Throat]

Scarlet Of the Slitted Throat Appearance Race: Human, Mixed Gender: Female Age: 21 Years Birthday: 37, Summer, 492 AV Birthplace: Unknown Appearance: Scarlet is truly a Juggernaut. Her skin was as fair as a woman from the White Isle at one point. Born beautiful with great contrasts between her and the other women, she was, one upon a time, a striking vision for the world to see. To many, she still is. Just toned and toughened and badly scarred. Scarlet absolutely towers over most of the other women in the land of Mizahar, standing a firm 6'1" in comparison to their little forms. Nobody really knows the reason for this ... One might speculate that her father was of another race entirely, or from a very good and rich home, but with a past virtually forgotten, one can merely guess. Her body is lankly and limber, but honed with muscles from years upon years of hard labor with the Myrians. The woman's eyes are amazingly sharp. Or at least one of them is. Her left is bright and blue and brilliant, shining with the glory of a sapphire gem. The right ocular is blurred by milky blue - a lingering and prominent from her initiation into the Myrians. Her hair is platinum blonde and stretches just past the [i]foramen magnum of her skull ... unlike her bangs, which are lightning yellow and dangle before her eyes like helpless worms before an eager fish. As for skin tone ... well, at one point she was pale. Years of strenuous activities beneath the jungle sun added deeper, richer colors to her flesh, giving her a bronzed appearance. Physical features are also very toned and evident. Her cheekbones are large and jutting, adding some extra curve to her face and firmly pronouncing the already strong and thick jawbone. Yet her cheeks are gaunt and her eyes slightly sunken in - not from starvation, however, but from great pains of work and hardship. Every inch of her is built to survive: from the muscular legs to the quickened reflexes, long and slender fingers to a rather painful bite. Many consider her similar to a jaguar in likeness, and this is a claim Scarlet is extraordinarily fond of. A tattoo adorns her throat - a thick black tangled line stretching from carotid artery to carotid artery - signifying her bond with the Slitted Throats. A variety of other markings adorn her body where scars do not. Character Concept Wild; Rambunctious; Playful; Spontaneous; Childlike. She's a kidder, in all honestly. Pranking is a favorite past-time. So are play-fights. But keep in mind that playing to her is to somebody else a tiger playing with a mouse. Sometimes she doesn't realize just how hard she hits ... how forceful her punches are ... Scarlet does not know her own strength until her friend is out cold on the ground. It's happened more than once, I assure you. One poor lad wound up with a broken collarbone. It was not a pretty sight. Despite her age, Scarlet's personality has moments where its a throwback to her forgotten childhood. She maintains youthful innocence - eager to crack a joke 'in front of a smoking barrel', if you will. Death strikes no fear in her. Nothing seems to strike fear in her, unless the welfare of her comrades are in danger ... and often she may not realize what's wrong until it's too late. Yet Scarlet does seem to have developed a habit of showing up 'fashionably late' to save the day at the very last minute. Also brutally to-the-point. Don't expect anything to be sugar-coated. She does have a serious, calm, and wise side that is often only seen by her closest friends, top allies, or spotted by companions before or during a huge undertaking where dire decisions must be made: strange moments when everything is clear and the leader shines through. At certain moments one can find confusing looks crossing her face, as though she's trying to remember a past virtually forgotten. Though greatly respected because of her power, will, experience and unique tactics (in theft ... or whatever), all but those who know her the best think she's a few cards short of a playing deck. Let's face it. Raider life has rubbed off on her. And many of the holdless within her 'clan' were not exactly sane themselves ... Morally, Scarlet strays a very fine, blurred line between good and evil. She had great intentions and is constantly on the lookout for others. But her way of perceiving how justice should be doled out can be viewed as cruel and unusual by others. She can be childish and rash, sometimes requiring somebody to 'balance her out' to keep from going totally insane. The greatest disadvantage is the deadliest. The heat of battle often grows on her and drives her primal. Scarlet loses moral reasoning, control, and exhibits an extreme aggressiveness and animalistic behavior. Although useful in a situation where she is surrounded by enemies, this 'red vision' often makes her confuse friend for foe and allies often befall her wrath. That being said, Scarlet is loyal despite most everything. Once you befriend her ... once you worm your way into her heart for permanent residence ... she will stand by your side until the very last breath leaves her lungs. Character History For all of Scarlet's intriguing backstory, she doesn't remember much of her childhood, other than she was practically born running. Most of her life as an infant and toddler are a blur: diluted memories lost to the long passage of time and trauma. Her earliest memory is growing up in a city within Sylira. An orphan. No last name ... no name at all really. She was called Scarlet for the strip of cloth she'd been wearing as a child. Nobody bothered to give her a last name. Throughout youth she worked hard to earn her keep, unwittingly becoming a child slave laborer who was often traded from one household to the next if the right amount of Mizas were paid. Her unusual height put her at high demand. Between regular daily beatings and surviving off of mere scraps of food, many believe that Scarlet succumbed to a cruel combination of malnutrition and brain damage. Either way, her mind seemed to go off somewhere ... leaving behind stark lunacy and caustic urges. Yet despite the darkness of her world, Scarlet retained a strange childlike obliviousness and innocence. There were times in which she would escape the nonstop labor of drudgery, often retreating to the far reached of her city or navigating to a new one entirely ... always returning to her 'home' like a loyal dog when the day was over. The girl was prone to violent fits of rage. She acted on impulse rather than think things through, and she would harm another without actually intending it. Scarlet was often ostracized for other children, having broken one too many bones while playing a friendly game of tag or giving a friendly shove. Others would stare at her from a distance. Even adults would turn their heads when she passed, going out of their way to keep their distance. Nobody wanted to be present when the girl acted out on an idea that might just kill somebody. It hadn't happened yet ... but it would eventually. Like any teenager, Scarlet learned and grew to develop her own whims and fancies. She was wild and rambunctious ... and harmful without realizing it. One day she playfully bounced into one of the few children who ever liked her - a bad mistake, considering they were on a cliff at the time ... Needless to say, Scarlet was suddenly aware that she was going to be either executed or cast out. Rather than wait around for the judgement call, the young child fled the scene. Sylira was quickly becoming boring anyway. It was too ... mundane. Or normal. Or familiar. Granted, familiar was a good thing, but it just became too much after a while. Wanderlust was taking root anyway. Her young body and blooming mind demanded adventure for the sake of feeding curiosity. At the ripe young age of 16, she split the scene for a journey. Many lands expanded beneath her feet. Bright blue eyes witnessed many cultures and lands. For years she wandered aimlessly. She had no place to call home. And had no need for it. Eventually something in her heart yearned for a companionship around the age of 18. And what luck! Here was a jungle afire with life and civilization! Surely they would be willing to take her in? Oh ... nope. Myrians. They saw her fair skin and light hair, her lithe stature and charming face ... and her height ... and decided that Scarlet would be a nice slave. The Myrians took her by force and almost instantaneously regretted it. Aroused by the danger and senses heightened by the adrenaline pounding through her veins, the woman's violent urges surged through a breaking dam. She swung and clobbered, biting and kicking ... landing more hits than the Myrians had counted on. Eventually they overtook her, rewarding each strike made against one of their own with a lash against Scarlet's body, or a blow to some sensitive area. No doubt it puzzled them when she laughed through the pain. Her smile persisted through a mouth full of broken teeth and blood, and her eyes shone with excitement despite the one which had been ruined by one of their weapons being smashed into it. And she dared them to do more! This certainly took the Myrians aback. Many acted upon fear while restraining her, wary of her fists and teeth. Scarlet was hauled to Taloba and remained in captivity there for some time while the Myrians collaborated with one another on what to do with her. Certainly, she looked like no human woman they had ever seen before. She was tall and strong and off in the head. The leader saw the way she acted ... and they actually kind of like it. So they set her loose to prowl the streets and sat back like good consumers viewing an infomercial. They wanted to see what she did ... My oh my, were they surprised. Scarlet adapted with a flick of the wrist. Within a few days she was pouring sweat while aiding in the construction of several buildings. In a week, she had scavenged some weapons (more like briefly procured from those that actually owned them, much to the ire of some Myrians) and joined on hunts. What really got the Myrians, though, was the way she immediately took to a practice that was extremely taboo to outsiders: cannibalism. Scarlet simply scooped up a piece of meat one day and devoured it. When the Myrian cook explained what piece it was, and from what animal ... the woman merely laughed and finished it off right down to the bone. From that point on it was immediately decided. Her rough beating at their first meeting was viewed as her initiation right, and Scarlet was accepted as one of their own despite the difference in appearance. With time and sun, the looney woman's spirit bronzed to the firmness of her captors turned family. She labored hard and earned her keep. Taloba boasted her as their wild card, so unpredictable was she in battle. Scarlet was hauled on expeditions to eradicate invading races who intruded upon Myrian lands, usually used for intimidation ... and sent to finish off those who ran. Her crude humor found home in the hearts of all the Myrians who surrounded her. At the age of 21, Scarlet ventured forth on a hunting trip that would never again return. Nobody knew of the Zith pack prowling in the area. Nobody heard them swooping down until it was too late. And each individual was plucked off until only Scarlet remained. The one that grabbed for her struggled a great deal before managing her body within his claws. Powerful wings sent them soaring. But Scarlet was not reduced to a screaming bag of flesh, helpless within the claws of her captor. Oh no! She freed one arm and managed a good, hard grip on the Zith's leg ... It was a downhill battle from there. Literally. When another limb succumbed to the woman's prowess, the Zith fell with prey in hand. They toppled into the jungle. It didn't take long for Scarlet to come to her senses, and she did so before the winged monster had a chance to realize what had happened. So she snapped its neck. Enough ground had been covered by the wayward Zith that Scarlet was not able to find her way back to Taloba. She wandered ... and still does to this day. Language Fluent Language: Myrian Basic Language: Common Poor Language: None yet. Note: Scarlet speaks with a slur in her voice. Those that hear her often mistake her for a drunkard. Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Hunting 15 15 Novice (Racial Bonus Applied) Tracking 15 15 Novice Brawling 20 20 Novice Seduction 15 15 Novie Lores Lore of Myrian Culture Lore of History of Taloba Possessions 1 Set of Clothing (white) -Cotton/Linen Shirt, Vest, or Chemise -Cotton/Linen Loincloth -Cotton/Linen Undergarments -Cotton/Linen Cloak or Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Bone) -Brush (Bone) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 33 Bikka 500 Gold Mizas Housing Scarlet had a home with her clan in Taloba ... Since her rudimentary departure, however, it's a little bit off in the distance ... Right now, she's a wandering nomad with no place to call her own. That's fine. Nothing like sleeping under the stars! Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +33 Bikka 33 Bikka Starting +500gm 500gm Thread List Link your current & past threads here!

[Gossamer]

Greetings.

This pc cannot exist as it is written up. Your character history is a total mess. You mention Mura, then you grew up an orphan running wild which is an impossibility. Your PC has a 'kick butt' history where she is very often undefeated and yet you have piss poor shitty ass skills that reflect none of this 'killer' history. You also have it that the myrians enslaved her from halfway around the world and took her back to Taloba - again I assume because she was so awesome - and well the Myrians would never be in the location you say she was snatched at.

Yea. This is a train wreck.

You cashed in your housing, and yet you have no other provisions for living and shelter which is also not allowed.

Clean it up or you won't be allowed to post.

Goss