Post by raxion on Jan 25, 2009 20:52:17 GMT -5
Name: Kyra V. Torian
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kyra has short, jet black hair that reaches to her shoulders, highlighted with violet streaks, a good counter to her bright jade eyes that shine with a mix of mischief and cunning. She's typically well-dressed and equally mannered, taking the guise of a professional merchant. She wears a black overcoat with violet serpents winding up her sleeves that fits well over a white blouse, typically worn closed on the upper half of her body and billowing out to the ground below, leaving her black traveling pants visible, settling just above clean and shined ebony boots.
Personality: Kyra is a typical traveling merchant, always thinking of how better to make a quick gold. It isn't entirely surprising to find her trying to rip people off with a smile on her face. Even with a ruthless mercantile mannerism, she is an unbelievable coward when confronted, preferring to first try and talk her way out, followed by running, and if pursuit traps her in a corner, Kyra will offer money for her life.
Faction Affiliation: None
Weapon(s): Money and her mouth.
Bio: Kyra has had a fairly typical childhood growing up. She comes from a lower/middle class merchant family who sent her off on her way when she was fifteen to start her life as a merchant. Of course, they forgot to give her money and left her with a ratty little cart and a dying mule. Not quite a splendid going away gift, but it was something. In the course of the same day, she sold it and got a job with a deranged mage who sold trinkets and useless doodads. Naturally, she had to learn to coat her tongue in silver (metaphorically speaking) to sell the junk. About a month later and a good number of gold richer, she found herself having to high-tail it out of town before the local, ripped-off populace organized a proper mob for a forced refund. With the money she had, Kyra bought a new cart and horse. Since then, she's been picking up in the business of buying and selling, traveling from place to place, though trying to avoid being chased out of town as she goes. 'Tis bad for the business after all.
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kyra has short, jet black hair that reaches to her shoulders, highlighted with violet streaks, a good counter to her bright jade eyes that shine with a mix of mischief and cunning. She's typically well-dressed and equally mannered, taking the guise of a professional merchant. She wears a black overcoat with violet serpents winding up her sleeves that fits well over a white blouse, typically worn closed on the upper half of her body and billowing out to the ground below, leaving her black traveling pants visible, settling just above clean and shined ebony boots.
Personality: Kyra is a typical traveling merchant, always thinking of how better to make a quick gold. It isn't entirely surprising to find her trying to rip people off with a smile on her face. Even with a ruthless mercantile mannerism, she is an unbelievable coward when confronted, preferring to first try and talk her way out, followed by running, and if pursuit traps her in a corner, Kyra will offer money for her life.
Faction Affiliation: None
Weapon(s): Money and her mouth.
Bio: Kyra has had a fairly typical childhood growing up. She comes from a lower/middle class merchant family who sent her off on her way when she was fifteen to start her life as a merchant. Of course, they forgot to give her money and left her with a ratty little cart and a dying mule. Not quite a splendid going away gift, but it was something. In the course of the same day, she sold it and got a job with a deranged mage who sold trinkets and useless doodads. Naturally, she had to learn to coat her tongue in silver (metaphorically speaking) to sell the junk. About a month later and a good number of gold richer, she found herself having to high-tail it out of town before the local, ripped-off populace organized a proper mob for a forced refund. With the money she had, Kyra bought a new cart and horse. Since then, she's been picking up in the business of buying and selling, traveling from place to place, though trying to avoid being chased out of town as she goes. 'Tis bad for the business after all.
