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− | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Eirhildr is twenty seven years old and stands at 170cm. Her hairstyle and | + | <div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Eirhildr is twenty seven years old and stands at 170cm. Her hairstyle is always short, it means that that it can't be grabbed or pulled and used for an unfair advantage, and she mostly keeps her hair black like a Raven's feather. But, from time to time she does at least dye her hair. Her deep pink eyes can sometimes appear to be staring right through you, as if she doesn’t see you there. Light scarring lines Eirhildr’s arms and torso under her Samurai armour, an Ovim woll coat which she dyed a deep, inky blue. </div> |
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: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Aliases:</b> The Ironclad Viper, Wandering Vanguard | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Aliases:</b> The Ironclad Viper, Wandering Vanguard | ||
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Citizenship:</b> Ul'Dah | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Citizenship:</b> Ul'Dah | ||
− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b> | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Occupations:</b> Samurai, Dragoon, Apprentice in both Red and Blue magics. |
− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Hair color:</b> | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Hair color:</b> Black |
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Eye color:</b> Pink | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Eye color:</b> Pink | ||
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Complexion:</b> Fair | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Complexion:</b> Fair | ||
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: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Marks or tattoos:</b> Scarred around the arms and torso | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Marks or tattoos:</b> Scarred around the arms and torso | ||
− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Alignment:</b> Where there's coin, or a fight, that's where she'll be. |
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Key Items:</b> Her necklace | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Key Items:</b> Her necklace | ||
− | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> | + | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Food:</b> Roast chicken. |
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b> The smoothest rum available, or a chocolate and caramel milkshake | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Drink:</b> The smoothest rum available, or a chocolate and caramel milkshake | ||
: <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Color:</b> Silver | : <font style="color:#000000;" size="3">■</font> <b>Favorite Color:</b> Silver |
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Eirhildr Rose, the Ironclad Viper. An artist with any form of weapon that finds its way into her hands, she can often be found out in the world either practising her art on training dummies, or sizing up her competition. A wanderer, Eirhildr appears in a different city every day looking for a reason to keep going.
Eirhildr is twenty seven years old and stands at 170cm. Her hairstyle is always short, it means that that it can't be grabbed or pulled and used for an unfair advantage, and she mostly keeps her hair black like a Raven's feather. But, from time to time she does at least dye her hair. Her deep pink eyes can sometimes appear to be staring right through you, as if she doesn’t see you there. Light scarring lines Eirhildr’s arms and torso under her Samurai armour, an Ovim woll coat which she dyed a deep, inky blue.
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Eirhildr Rose wasn’t always her name, and she had spent her very early life in the harsh deserts of Thanalan. Abandoned by her parents not long after she had managed to take her first step, Eirhildr was known as Ash Wednesday in those days. A young couple found her, the two were struggling to make ends meet as it was but they wanted to take care of her too. They had a daughter of their own, Camilla. She wasn’t much younger than Eirhildr at the time. Time went on, and they got harder for the couple. The prices of even the oldest pieces of bread went beyond what they could afford. Eirhildr and Camilla were six when they started to try and help. They were small, they were light, they were quick. No one ever suspected a child would pick their pocket. And that’s just what the two sisters did.
One day, when Eirhildr was eight, they stole from the wrong person. A man no older than thirty caught Eirhildr just as she acquired his coinpurse. But instead of the beating she was preparing herself for, the man did something else instead. Eirhildr was offered an opportunity, that her quickness and nimble hands could let her become something that would earn money in a better way than stealing. Sure enough, Eirhildr was taught how to fight with her fists. She trained, and trained, and trained, and trained only taking breaks to eat, drink, go to the bathroom and sleep. For five years she trained with the man she came to know as Asheis. Upon her thirteenth birthday, Eirhildr was entered into her first fight. An incredible feeling rushed over her. Clarity. For the first time in her life, she knew what she had to do. Fight. Everything she had been trained to do just came naturally, and when she won, she bought her family all the food they could eat. And they lived this way for a couple of years, before Eirhildr began to grow restless. Upon turning sixteen, Eirhildr discovered more to her teacher’s knowledge. Not only was he a fistfighter, but he was extremely talented with other weapons too. A Paladin’s sword, a Dark Knight’s blade, a Dragoon’s lance, a Samurai’s sword and a Machinist’s gun. And he declared he was going to teach Eirhildr to use them all. Once again her rigorous training commenced, and her skills with the Samurai sword, Dragoon lance and a firearm were all very apparent. She declared that she was going to focus her time into these weapons. Her training with the three weapons finished two years later, and she then bid Camilla, her new family and her Master farewell. Eirhildr wanted to find her own place in the world, and she wanted to help people just as her family had helped her. Before leaving, she asked her parents for a new name. Eirhildr was their answer, and she took their last name for her own. Seven years later, Eirhildr was in the service of a young teenager. She wasn’t quite sure why she had swore an oath to serve him, but she had no intention of breaking that oath. The two of them had teamed up with a small group who had planned to ambush an Imperial troop moving through the Thanalan desert, and free the captives they would be transporting with them. The plan was on, the troop had been surrounded and stopped. One of their group went to the prisoner transport and opened it, expecting to see relieved prisoners happy to be free. But what he got was a sword in his chest for his trouble. The resulting fight was bloody and fierce, but through it all Eirhildr never lost her cool and cut down her enemies quickly and ruthlessly. Out the corner of her eye, she saw her young master on his back, looking up at the point of an Imperial sword. Something in Eirhildr snapped, and she raced towards him without a second thought. Without thinking, she had picked up a shield and just as the Imperial thrust his sword, the shield caught it. The Imperial soldier just looked at her, and saw the wild look in her eyes. Then he saw the flash of steel from her blade as his head rolled from his shoulders. Since then, Eirhildr has turned to becoming a wanderer and is now learning the magical forms of combat, in both the white and black magics. Going wherever she pleases and helping whoever needs the help. The world is still so big to her, and she hopes to find someone else she can pledge her loyalty to. Someone who she will come running to help should they ever need it.
Cold, abrasive and harsh. The three words most people think when Eirhildr comes to mind. She believes that honesty is the best policy, and not the false honesty that others may be so used to pouring on to people. Ordinarily she has no idea how to communicate with people and much prefers the thrill of combat to do the talking for her. Fighting is all she knows, it’s when her mind is at its most clear and every solution just makes sense. Trying to talk to someone just fills her head with a loud buzzing noise and makes her feel like her head is heavy. Despite her coldness, under her icy image, she really is a soft hearted soul. The friends that she’s made have given her a reason to keep fighting, and she hopes one day to be reunited with her dear sister Camilla.
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