Wheel of Time: The Land of Madmen

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Do you guys have room for one more? I'm interested. Have a female character in mind.
 
Of course! We've got a few more positions open, and to be honest it's kind of a sausage festival. Also; always fun to break in new blood.
 
Skwisgar: This is a complete and total, you know, sausage festival.
Toki: I love sausage festival!
Skwisgar: What?
Toki: Like in Vienna.
Skwisgar: No - no, Toki, that *was* a sausage festival.
Toki: Yeah, that was good.
Skwisgar: Yeah. It was the Vienna pork saus - um, no, this means that there's no good-looking ladies to put you-know-what intoside of them.
Toki: The sausage?
 
This seems interesting, Need one more?
 
Character Name: Jiselle

Gender: Female

Job/Role: Guardian (body guard)

Age: 20

General Appearance:

She has a small, delicate bone structure. Standing at 5'4, she is not particularly tall. Yet she makes up for her size with a powerful, unbelievably strong physique trained for speed and persecution to take down opponents double her size. Her muscle tone alone dissuades some possible opponents from underestimating the small woman.

She tends to wear a dark brown button up vests with high collars. She prefers to wear black riding breeches for mobility, holding a small measure of disdain for dresses. Always her fore arms are her self-modified brass knuckled vambraces with a minuscule projectile barrel for venomous darts. The material of the vambraces are strong enough to stop a long sword, and the brass knuckles dense enough to fracture a jaw with minimal momentum. Studded with silver studs, the vambraces are her signature weapon.

Her eyes are a bright amber color. Yet the few people who have hired her do not know this, as she always wears strange, darkly tinted goggles. This adds a unexpectedly professional appearance to her her angular features, giving the feline reminiscent woman an even more withdrawn persona.

She has a dark olive skin tone, and thick wavy hair that is always tied into a tight bun at the nape of her neck.

Despite her some what severe appearance, it is not uncommon to see her lips parted in smile.


Current Goal/Purpose (optional):

Jaselle has spent most of her life trying to discover he true origins. Every night since she was a girl, she'd been plagued with nightmares of slaughter, torture, and flames. It is a confounding concept, especially being that she'd been adopted into a loving family and had lived a some-what mundane life tinkering with mechanical devices as a passtime.

The main mystery to her is the strange crimson marking that seems to be a symbol from a dead language located just above her navel. Beautiful, and as large as the palm of her hand, it has been the bane of her existence for as long as she could remember. It sears her skin like the kiss of a flame every time she approaches the sea a fire at dawn, and strangely, only then.

She has been led to believe that her father was possibly an Ashi'man, or some sort of man with abilities parallel to one. She fears that is is possible that she has been cursed, or blessed. She does not know.

She has quit her dream profession as a guardian, and gone out into the world to solve the mystery of the marking that may possibly hold her mortal soul in the balance.

General Personality:

Outwardly:

She is a strange character. She has a tendency to speak to inanimate objects, and occasionally herself when she grows frustrated. Often times about mundane things that have nothing to to with the situation.

Those who care to observe her may find that she has a somewhat unorthodox way of getting herself out of a tight spot.

In fact, the way she does everything may be a bit eccentric. Often making unfortunate, or sometimes comical mistakes such as haveing her hair get caught in the door (hence the bun), or being unfortunate enough to wake up to a goat mistaking her face for chow (don't ask). No one would take her to be the most successful of guardian's in the city.

For the most part she has a friendly, some what aloof nature. She is often the one to downplay a disaster, or make a tastefully innocent understatement after an unfortunate event.

Inwardly:
She is finding that her mental stability is starting to be affected by her nightmares. She does her best to live in the moment and keeps herself busy, rarely giving herself a moment to be still. In fact, she has come to admit to herself that she may be afraid to look too deeply into her inner most thoughts.

So she appreciates each bout of laughter, every mission, every journey, making her days productive and fulfilling.

Yet... it is never enough. All her life, she's felt as if she's just been passing time, waiting. Deep within her, she feels something dark waiting for her as well.

General History: (Major editing taking place)



 
Thank you! ill edit this according to the source
 
Character Name:

Jayde Hart

Gender:

Female

Job/Role:

Thief

Age:

18

General Appearance:

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Dark Brown hair, with black streaks here and there. Eyes are an emerald green. She's often mistaken for being younger than she actually is due to her soft face. She's of a average build, and around 5"5 in height. Though she mainly wears her dark red hood, she also likes wearing light clothing. No skirts, strictly pants or shorts.

General Personality:

A tough girl. She's quiet and doesn't open up to new people, but once she gets to know a person, she'll talk a lot more. Although, she does prefer solitude. She doesn't like getting TOO close to people, mainly so she won't be hurt.

General History:

Edit: Hails from the Two Rivers district of Andor. She grew up on the streets, having been raised by a small gang of rag-tag kids. She has no idea what happened to her parents. Unfortunately, the gang came to an end when they were caught trying to steal a rich-aristocrats jewelry. Almost the entire gang put the blame on her, saying that she had the idea in the first place (that's why she doesn't trust anyone). She ran away, furious that the people she'd seen as family had betrayed her so quickly. Since then, she's been a loner, a drifter really, going from town to town.



I hope that's an appropriate profile, if I need to change anything, please tell me.