Post by Momo on Oct 17, 2015 5:05:02 GMT
Full name (+titles, if any): Lady Nevra of Kirkwall, formerly Nevra of House Kondrat
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Surfacer Dwarf
Nationality: Kirkwall
Class/Occupation: Two Handed Beserker, Buisness Woman
Background:
Nevra's parents were exiled from Orzammar under circumstances they never spoke of. Her father was of the Merchant Caste, and her mother, the Warrior. She always assumed that that was part of what happened, but no one ever gave her, or her three siblings a straight answer. Or maybe it had something to do with the mark on her face, just like those on her siblings? She didn't know, all she ever knew in life was Kirkwall. And by Kirkwall, she meant Hightown. It was always odd, the looks her family would get, especially from other dwarves. There were whipsers about how there were so many, when so many dwarves struggled to have just one child, let alone four! But it was something she never considered nor cared about for a good portion of her childhood and teenaged years.
Instead, she learned the art of the warrior from her mother, along with her two sisters and younger brother, while also growing fond of all things feminine. At times, she dispaired that the two could never blend together, warrior and woman, but her mother showed her that even when covered in the blood of your enemies, standing proudly on the heap of their bodies, one was still a woman. There was nothing about fighting that was not feminine to her mother, and later to her. There were different ways, her mother instructed, and it seemed though she had a poor head for tactics and planning as a champion or other sword and shield weilder may need. Instead, her mother found books for her, and learned with her about beserkers, as they were fairly common in Orzammar, especially among younger warriors.
While her two sisters seemed to take to duel weilding and sword and shield, their poor brother was doing rather poorly. He had no stomach for violence, and would rather spend his days reading anything he could get his hands on, and studying mechanics and engineering. It was agreed upon, one day, that her brother be sent to Orlais, to their universities to study, as it suited him better. Their younger sister went with him, just to keep him out of trouble and soon it was just Nevra and her older sister. As heir to their family, her sister spent a lot of time going in their parents' stead to the Merchant's Guild's meetings, and she would always come back complaining how this person never showed, or how this person tried to slight her for being "Casteless". Curiosity got the better of her, and Nevra made the mistake of asking her mother what they had meant by that. The shout to go back to her training hurt, because her mother had always answered her questions.
So she turned to her father, who was still hoping to continue nurturing her interest in business. Though not the heir to their family, if something should happen to her sister, she'd have to run things. During that time he had started to explain the caste system, and finally he explained everything to her. Why she had this mark on her face, why some of the dwarf families looked down on them.
In truth her mother had been of the warrior caste, and her father the Merchant. But there were secrets, their families had. Neither wanted to cast out two of their children, but they had had affairs with those of a lower caste, and their children were born of that sex. So, they were in pickle. The two infants had been abandoned, and her mother could not stand the thought of the babies, already branded, left to be eaten by deep stalkers. Those two babies were her older sister, and her. Rescuing them, taking them in as their own was a gamble, but they'd petitioned the crown, making up a lie that her mother had heard the infants' cries all the way in the diamond quarter! How could it have been anything but the Stone intervening? It had been allowed, but the Shaperate was displeased.
They might have been able to live in Orzammar, with the scorn and the dirty looks, but then two cousins of her father's had come to him, begging him to take their children so they would not end up casteless. He couldn't turn them away, not after they had rescued their siblings' children, and that was it. The Shaperate had them exiled for interfering with tradition.
It wasn't that Nevra and her siblings were not blood relations to their parents, they just were not born of them. It seemed her parents had the same lack of fertility as all dwarves had. Nevra looked up on her parents in a different light, from that day. They were not simply outcasts for doing some perceived wrong, but for being heroes, standing up for what was right, instead of what was accepted. It wasn't long after that her sister took to wearing cosmetics to cover her brand, but Nevra wore hers with pride. It was a mark that made her birth parents cast her out for, but also one that made her actual parents risk and lose everything for. Just for her.
Two years passed relatively quietly, even with the Qunari landing and Fereldans rushing in by the shipload. She paid little mind to the lives of humans that did not directly effect hers. Until her sister started to complain about House Tethras. Their son and heir went missing after returning from a Deep Roads Expedition, and the younger son spent most of his time in Low town, and hanging out with some Fereldan refugee. But even then, it was more idle interest than anything else. After all her father had given her her own shop to run, and she was training some guards herself, because High town was far more dangerous than low town. In fact, Low Town had more to offer her in regards to employees, than High Town! There were several women in the Alienage who were seamstresses who weren't being paid much at their current job. Why not offer them more for better working conditions? And while her fingers might not be good enough to sew a straight seam, but she could tell quality, and they were it!
Then, the Qunari attacked. Nevra didn't really know what was going on, she was just returning home from her shop, when a large Qunari ran towards her. Looking to her guards, she saw them fleeing and picked up the ax they had dropped, gripping it carefully. It was not her ax, she'd sent it to a smith to be repaired, and she'd have to mind the difference in weight.
She came out triumphant, though not without a few injuries and blood all over her favourite dress. That just made her more angry than she had been at being attacked! There were Qunari everywhere in High Town and honestly she probably should have found some place to hide, but she just wanted to get home. Make sure her family was safe. There were two trying to break down her front door when she arrived, and hadn't noticed her. That, thankfully, gave her the advantage and once her battle cry when up, the door opened long enough for a handful of guards, and her mother, to come running out to help. After their victory, they all rushed back in and tended to their wounds, her mother never looking more proud, even when she complained of her favourite dress being ruined.
Everyone stood up and took notice of the new Champion of Kirkwall, but for Nevra it was just another human getting another title. Her shop needed repairs, and she needed new guards on top of that. Life went on as it had been, and Nevra felt herself rather content as her one shop did fairly well. Her father took her on a few trips to Orlais to help pick out some better silks, and was greatly pleased when she was also able to pick up more dawnstone for her new ax and a few more pieces of armor.
It was on their way home from one trip to Val Royeaux that news of happenings in Kirkwall hit them. The Chantry had been destroyed. Not that she cared for it much, but it was a nice building. Mages and Templars were fighting. By the time they returned it'd stopped, for the most part, and people were trying to clean up and rebuild. And there she still was, trying to help out as best she could with rebuilding, and donating money to make sure children had clothes and food. Though she still hasn't met Master Tethras, her sister helps her get the money he needs for his projects to him.
Personality:
Always quick with a smile, Nevra is not what one would call a pessimist, or even a realist. While she can have normal bouts of sadness and even depression, she always tries to smile and keep everyone's spirits up, whether if that means telling a joke or a naughty story, or handing out some money to those who need it, she always tries.
Though she can be a bit of a spoiled brat, she does try to help people, even if she doesn't always understand why some may not want her help. It might be partially due to her attitude towards money. She's always had it, used to having it, and probably always will have it, though she knows she does have to work for it, thus having a small boutique in Kirkwall. But throwing around handfuls of gold at new fabrics or to raise the wages for her workers is nothing she even considers twice, much to her sister's chagrin.
Unlike her older sister, she finds the mark on her face a point of pride, and though she loves cosmetics, she never once considered covering it up. It is certainly something she argues with her older sister with, as they both know its true origins. There are many things she and her older sister don't' agree on, but they always try to find common ground. Her younger siblings find Nevra a bit over bearing some times, but she feels that as the second oldest, her job is to watch out for them when she can, as their eldest sister is learning to take over for their family.
All in all, Nevra is as helpful as she can be, but is not one to be taken advantage of. If her rage is fanned into high, she will swing with her ax first and question everything later. And she'll probably complain about all the blood later to boot.
Tropes:
Unlimited Wardrobe
Girly Bruiser
Badass Normal
Merchant Prince(ss)
Royals who Actually do something
Appearance:
Nevra is of average height for a female dwarf, and while she is more muscular, she would call herself more toned than anything. She keeps her middle toned brown hair long, often in an elaborate set of twists and braids, or simply down and decorated with a tasteful head piece or a jeweled hair clip. Her emerald green eyes are her favourite feature, which she often accents with dark eyeliner.
Nevra also fancies make up, often wearing lip rouge in bright colors, and a touch of blush on her cheeks. Her ears are pierced, and often she wears expensive, but simple earrings. Her tastes in clothing, jewelry, weaponry and armor are all extremely expensive, but not too over the top. It's all practical, just very well crafted from very expensive materials.
Writing sample:
Her poor, poor shop. What once had been fine silk gowns and gorgeous leather shoes was now debris. Soot covered debris. Her poor shop. On the positive note, her two seamstresses were alive, no thanks to her no good guards. She'd have to hire new ones, and let Papa know to take the old ones off the pay roll. Gently touching this, or that, she turned to her mother, the picture of utter misery. The white bandage on her head, and around her arm just added to it.
"Mother," she whispered, biting her ruby red lip, tears filling her emerald eyes. "What am I going to do?"
Sniffling, she let her mother hug her gently, running a hand over her hair in comfort before pushing her back a little. Cupping her chin, her mother smiled and nodded, looking around. "You're going to rebuild, Nevra. Your sister and I will help you find some workers to clean this up and make it nice again."
Nodding, she perked up a bit and sighed. "I need to check on Rina and Shila." Squeezing her mother's hand, she dabbed at her eyes briefly and lifted her chin to be level and took a deep breath. Kirkwall was in shambles, and all the humans were scrambling to see the new Champion, but Nevra just wanted to check on her seamstresses. If they were okay, she'd go and see about finding some people in Low Town to help her clean up. She could do this, she could move on and make everything better.
Stumbling a bit, she frowned and looked down, realizing it was a body. Guess they were still cleaning them up. Lifting the hem of her skirt, she frowned at the blood, even though she was covered in it last night.
Last night...boy that sucked.
Blood rained over the pavement and the buildings surrounding her as she swung her ax, fighting off a qunari every couple of city blocks. She just wanted to get home...home...Was her family okay? Did the doors hold up? Would they be alive? Would she make it alive?
Ow, shit that hurt! Looking down, she growled as she saw the slash across her arm, that tore her dress. This was her favourite dress! As blood dripped past her eyes, she licked her lips and growled again. Now she was mad. Now, she'd stop giving a shit. Now as not the time for anything but hacking. Sure he was bigger, but she was faster!
Honestly after that point she couldn't remember what happened or how she got home. Which actually wasn't normal, but the physcian said she did have a concussion. So there was that. Letting her family guards catch up, Nevra set off, to make sure her employees were still in one relative piece.
IC
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Hugging this character: Sure
Kissing this character: Go for it after you ask her.
Flirting with this character: She loves attention. Make sure to compliment her eyes.
Fighting with this character: Of course. Mind her ax.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Uhhh well we'll need to talk about it before hand ooc, but if logistics work out, sure!
Killing this character: Please don't! orz
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Sure. let's discuss first!
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Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Surfacer Dwarf
Nationality: Kirkwall
Class/Occupation: Two Handed Beserker, Buisness Woman
Background:
Nevra's parents were exiled from Orzammar under circumstances they never spoke of. Her father was of the Merchant Caste, and her mother, the Warrior. She always assumed that that was part of what happened, but no one ever gave her, or her three siblings a straight answer. Or maybe it had something to do with the mark on her face, just like those on her siblings? She didn't know, all she ever knew in life was Kirkwall. And by Kirkwall, she meant Hightown. It was always odd, the looks her family would get, especially from other dwarves. There were whipsers about how there were so many, when so many dwarves struggled to have just one child, let alone four! But it was something she never considered nor cared about for a good portion of her childhood and teenaged years.
Instead, she learned the art of the warrior from her mother, along with her two sisters and younger brother, while also growing fond of all things feminine. At times, she dispaired that the two could never blend together, warrior and woman, but her mother showed her that even when covered in the blood of your enemies, standing proudly on the heap of their bodies, one was still a woman. There was nothing about fighting that was not feminine to her mother, and later to her. There were different ways, her mother instructed, and it seemed though she had a poor head for tactics and planning as a champion or other sword and shield weilder may need. Instead, her mother found books for her, and learned with her about beserkers, as they were fairly common in Orzammar, especially among younger warriors.
While her two sisters seemed to take to duel weilding and sword and shield, their poor brother was doing rather poorly. He had no stomach for violence, and would rather spend his days reading anything he could get his hands on, and studying mechanics and engineering. It was agreed upon, one day, that her brother be sent to Orlais, to their universities to study, as it suited him better. Their younger sister went with him, just to keep him out of trouble and soon it was just Nevra and her older sister. As heir to their family, her sister spent a lot of time going in their parents' stead to the Merchant's Guild's meetings, and she would always come back complaining how this person never showed, or how this person tried to slight her for being "Casteless". Curiosity got the better of her, and Nevra made the mistake of asking her mother what they had meant by that. The shout to go back to her training hurt, because her mother had always answered her questions.
So she turned to her father, who was still hoping to continue nurturing her interest in business. Though not the heir to their family, if something should happen to her sister, she'd have to run things. During that time he had started to explain the caste system, and finally he explained everything to her. Why she had this mark on her face, why some of the dwarf families looked down on them.
In truth her mother had been of the warrior caste, and her father the Merchant. But there were secrets, their families had. Neither wanted to cast out two of their children, but they had had affairs with those of a lower caste, and their children were born of that sex. So, they were in pickle. The two infants had been abandoned, and her mother could not stand the thought of the babies, already branded, left to be eaten by deep stalkers. Those two babies were her older sister, and her. Rescuing them, taking them in as their own was a gamble, but they'd petitioned the crown, making up a lie that her mother had heard the infants' cries all the way in the diamond quarter! How could it have been anything but the Stone intervening? It had been allowed, but the Shaperate was displeased.
They might have been able to live in Orzammar, with the scorn and the dirty looks, but then two cousins of her father's had come to him, begging him to take their children so they would not end up casteless. He couldn't turn them away, not after they had rescued their siblings' children, and that was it. The Shaperate had them exiled for interfering with tradition.
It wasn't that Nevra and her siblings were not blood relations to their parents, they just were not born of them. It seemed her parents had the same lack of fertility as all dwarves had. Nevra looked up on her parents in a different light, from that day. They were not simply outcasts for doing some perceived wrong, but for being heroes, standing up for what was right, instead of what was accepted. It wasn't long after that her sister took to wearing cosmetics to cover her brand, but Nevra wore hers with pride. It was a mark that made her birth parents cast her out for, but also one that made her actual parents risk and lose everything for. Just for her.
Two years passed relatively quietly, even with the Qunari landing and Fereldans rushing in by the shipload. She paid little mind to the lives of humans that did not directly effect hers. Until her sister started to complain about House Tethras. Their son and heir went missing after returning from a Deep Roads Expedition, and the younger son spent most of his time in Low town, and hanging out with some Fereldan refugee. But even then, it was more idle interest than anything else. After all her father had given her her own shop to run, and she was training some guards herself, because High town was far more dangerous than low town. In fact, Low Town had more to offer her in regards to employees, than High Town! There were several women in the Alienage who were seamstresses who weren't being paid much at their current job. Why not offer them more for better working conditions? And while her fingers might not be good enough to sew a straight seam, but she could tell quality, and they were it!
Then, the Qunari attacked. Nevra didn't really know what was going on, she was just returning home from her shop, when a large Qunari ran towards her. Looking to her guards, she saw them fleeing and picked up the ax they had dropped, gripping it carefully. It was not her ax, she'd sent it to a smith to be repaired, and she'd have to mind the difference in weight.
She came out triumphant, though not without a few injuries and blood all over her favourite dress. That just made her more angry than she had been at being attacked! There were Qunari everywhere in High Town and honestly she probably should have found some place to hide, but she just wanted to get home. Make sure her family was safe. There were two trying to break down her front door when she arrived, and hadn't noticed her. That, thankfully, gave her the advantage and once her battle cry when up, the door opened long enough for a handful of guards, and her mother, to come running out to help. After their victory, they all rushed back in and tended to their wounds, her mother never looking more proud, even when she complained of her favourite dress being ruined.
Everyone stood up and took notice of the new Champion of Kirkwall, but for Nevra it was just another human getting another title. Her shop needed repairs, and she needed new guards on top of that. Life went on as it had been, and Nevra felt herself rather content as her one shop did fairly well. Her father took her on a few trips to Orlais to help pick out some better silks, and was greatly pleased when she was also able to pick up more dawnstone for her new ax and a few more pieces of armor.
It was on their way home from one trip to Val Royeaux that news of happenings in Kirkwall hit them. The Chantry had been destroyed. Not that she cared for it much, but it was a nice building. Mages and Templars were fighting. By the time they returned it'd stopped, for the most part, and people were trying to clean up and rebuild. And there she still was, trying to help out as best she could with rebuilding, and donating money to make sure children had clothes and food. Though she still hasn't met Master Tethras, her sister helps her get the money he needs for his projects to him.
Personality:
Always quick with a smile, Nevra is not what one would call a pessimist, or even a realist. While she can have normal bouts of sadness and even depression, she always tries to smile and keep everyone's spirits up, whether if that means telling a joke or a naughty story, or handing out some money to those who need it, she always tries.
Though she can be a bit of a spoiled brat, she does try to help people, even if she doesn't always understand why some may not want her help. It might be partially due to her attitude towards money. She's always had it, used to having it, and probably always will have it, though she knows she does have to work for it, thus having a small boutique in Kirkwall. But throwing around handfuls of gold at new fabrics or to raise the wages for her workers is nothing she even considers twice, much to her sister's chagrin.
Unlike her older sister, she finds the mark on her face a point of pride, and though she loves cosmetics, she never once considered covering it up. It is certainly something she argues with her older sister with, as they both know its true origins. There are many things she and her older sister don't' agree on, but they always try to find common ground. Her younger siblings find Nevra a bit over bearing some times, but she feels that as the second oldest, her job is to watch out for them when she can, as their eldest sister is learning to take over for their family.
All in all, Nevra is as helpful as she can be, but is not one to be taken advantage of. If her rage is fanned into high, she will swing with her ax first and question everything later. And she'll probably complain about all the blood later to boot.
Tropes:
Unlimited Wardrobe
Girly Bruiser
Badass Normal
Merchant Prince(ss)
Royals who Actually do something
Appearance:
Nevra is of average height for a female dwarf, and while she is more muscular, she would call herself more toned than anything. She keeps her middle toned brown hair long, often in an elaborate set of twists and braids, or simply down and decorated with a tasteful head piece or a jeweled hair clip. Her emerald green eyes are her favourite feature, which she often accents with dark eyeliner.
Nevra also fancies make up, often wearing lip rouge in bright colors, and a touch of blush on her cheeks. Her ears are pierced, and often she wears expensive, but simple earrings. Her tastes in clothing, jewelry, weaponry and armor are all extremely expensive, but not too over the top. It's all practical, just very well crafted from very expensive materials.
Writing sample:
Her poor, poor shop. What once had been fine silk gowns and gorgeous leather shoes was now debris. Soot covered debris. Her poor shop. On the positive note, her two seamstresses were alive, no thanks to her no good guards. She'd have to hire new ones, and let Papa know to take the old ones off the pay roll. Gently touching this, or that, she turned to her mother, the picture of utter misery. The white bandage on her head, and around her arm just added to it.
"Mother," she whispered, biting her ruby red lip, tears filling her emerald eyes. "What am I going to do?"
Sniffling, she let her mother hug her gently, running a hand over her hair in comfort before pushing her back a little. Cupping her chin, her mother smiled and nodded, looking around. "You're going to rebuild, Nevra. Your sister and I will help you find some workers to clean this up and make it nice again."
Nodding, she perked up a bit and sighed. "I need to check on Rina and Shila." Squeezing her mother's hand, she dabbed at her eyes briefly and lifted her chin to be level and took a deep breath. Kirkwall was in shambles, and all the humans were scrambling to see the new Champion, but Nevra just wanted to check on her seamstresses. If they were okay, she'd go and see about finding some people in Low Town to help her clean up. She could do this, she could move on and make everything better.
Stumbling a bit, she frowned and looked down, realizing it was a body. Guess they were still cleaning them up. Lifting the hem of her skirt, she frowned at the blood, even though she was covered in it last night.
Last night...boy that sucked.
Blood rained over the pavement and the buildings surrounding her as she swung her ax, fighting off a qunari every couple of city blocks. She just wanted to get home...home...Was her family okay? Did the doors hold up? Would they be alive? Would she make it alive?
Ow, shit that hurt! Looking down, she growled as she saw the slash across her arm, that tore her dress. This was her favourite dress! As blood dripped past her eyes, she licked her lips and growled again. Now she was mad. Now, she'd stop giving a shit. Now as not the time for anything but hacking. Sure he was bigger, but she was faster!
Honestly after that point she couldn't remember what happened or how she got home. Which actually wasn't normal, but the physcian said she did have a concussion. So there was that. Letting her family guards catch up, Nevra set off, to make sure her employees were still in one relative piece.
IC
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Hugging this character: Sure
Kissing this character: Go for it after you ask her.
Flirting with this character: She loves attention. Make sure to compliment her eyes.
Fighting with this character: Of course. Mind her ax.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Uhhh well we'll need to talk about it before hand ooc, but if logistics work out, sure!
Killing this character: Please don't! orz
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Sure. let's discuss first!
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): Anything against forum rules, graphic sexual violence, and torture scenes.
