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Imelda Fletcher
Footsteps disturbed the relative silence that filled a slumbering forest, unable to remain completely inaudible as a small group slowly made their way among the trees. They formed a small diamond, each person around five steps away from the other as they kept their close formation. A shine of metal glinted in the late summer sun, unknown as to if it was caused by the leader's chest plate of armour or the second left flanker's sword. It was warm, almost unbearably so for those that were layered in thick leathers or chose to wear the extra protection of metal armour. The summer was beginning to melt into autumn, but the heat was refusing to dissipate with the changing seasons.
One woman in particular was having to grit her teeth and attempt to ignore the discomfort brought on by the heat. Imelda always preferred to keep to her leathers rather than armour regardless of the weather. It was easier to move in, allowed her to be more flexible and react quicker without the cumbersome metal on her chest and back. But also for this exact reason - she would roast within the protective sheets of steel. And Imelda hated being too hot.
With that thought in mind, she briefly placed her sword back in it's sheath to unclip her water from where it hung on her belt. Unscrewing the cap, she took two large sips before providing herself the luxury of allowing some of it to spill onto the back of her dampened neck. Despite enjoying her work, she couldn't help but already imagine the soothing coolness of the rive that was near the village that they had been called to. Or simply just having a cold water bath after their job was done within the tents they had set up upon their arrival.
Imelda still couldn't get her mind around the situation that laid before them, things just didn't seem right at the village they had been called to. A brief look around showed they had an unusual amount of Catalyst, despite the size of their village and the objects that they could potentially be trading for more Catalyst.
But it wasn't her job to question; it was her job to hunt.
Clipping her water back onto her belt, Imelda once more unsheathed her sword. She allowed it to rotate in her hand, enjoying the feeling of the hilt push against the heel of her palm as the blade cut through the air. A sharp glance from the man to her left had her rolling her eyes and taking a firm hold of the weapon; her own eyes up and moving across the landscape.
They moved slowly as a unit through the forest, keeping close together for the time being to avoid any vulnerabilities in an area already unknown to them. They weren't there to investigate, only to search and kill. They had been told minimal details, that the livestock kept near the edge of the forest had been killed in ways that were much too abnormal for it to be the work of regular, hungry predators like wolves.
Yet no one had set sights on the monster they had been told to seek. This did make things a little more difficult, since they didn't know where to begin in their search. If they knew the kind of creature they were searching for, they could begin to narrow down possibilities on where it could be hiding. Instead, with the limited information they had, the group settled on travelling to the nearest water source - a nearby river in the depths of the forest, they had been told - to see if it held any clues to point them in the right direction.
Imelda Ophelia Fletcher
NAME
Imelda || Ophelia || Fletcher
NICKNAME/S
- Im
- Mel
26
OCCUPATION
Slayer
HEIGHT
5'4 (164cm)
BODY
Curvaceous || Toned || Lean ||
DRESS
Leathers, cotton, muslin || Trousers and tunics || Sturdy leather boots || Darker, earthier colours ||
TATTOOS
PIERCINGS
- None
- Claw-like scars on her left hip || Old and healed || Faint || Ripping through the tattoo that she had done only a few weeks prior ||
- A single slash mark across her chest || Old and healed || Faint ||
- A single claw-like scar curving behind her right ear || One end hidden in her hair line and the other stopping at the base of her neck ||
- A burn scar on her left thigh || Old and healed || Faint ||
- The usual nicks and miniature scars along her hands and forearms from fighting ||
FACE CLAIM
Poppy Draton || Actress || Shannara Chronicles || The Little Mermaid (2018) || Charmed (2019-2020) ||
LIKES
The smell of leather || The coolness of steel || Crunchy apples || Crunchy carrots || Reading || History || Mythology || The smell of mint || The smell of lavender ||
DISLIKES
Being laughed at || Being told she isn't good enough || Arrogance || Injustice || Being trapped || Being confined || Cows || Ducks || Being too hot ||
ABILITIES
Archery || Sword wielding || Dagger throwing || Close combat || Medical aid ||
PERSONALITY
Always up for a challenge, Imelda enjoys being out of her comfort zone and thrives on being told that she won't be able to do something. Deriving pleasure from proving people wrong, it's safe to say that she's quite a spirited, competitive person who'll give anything a try once. Her sarcastic nature and sharp tongue had a tendency to put her in a tight spot in her youth, but she has managed to wrangle that into some sort of submission, despite it sometimes coming out when really irked.
Stubborn, strong-willed and determined, Imelda will not move from what she has set her mind to, whether it be wanting to learn more from something or someone, or simply doing what she believes to be right.
HISTORY
Inspired as a young girl by the stories she had heard about the monsters that were a normalcy in her world, Imelda knew from a young age that she wanted to be a Slayer. She wanted to bring honour to her family name by becoming what everyone else looked up to, aspirations of being the best Slayer in the world was often the theme for her nighttime dreams. With that thought in mind, Imelda focused on what she wanted and fought tooth and nail to get where she has climbed in the rankings.
Now one of the most skilful in their lands, Imelda finds herself going from village to village with a small team to locate the source of grief - monsters - and put an end to the chaotic tyranny or nuisance that they caused. Often not even needing to have a day or two of investigating, but simply getting straight into the hunt, a part of her job that Imelda thrived on.
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