Relavel Outtlaw
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Ω CURRENT ALIAS... Relavel Outtlaw Ω RACE & CLAN... Highlander Ω GENDER... Female Ω AGE & NAMEDAY... 21; 25th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon Ω ORIENTATION... Straight |
Ω ALLEGIANCES... None Ω RESIDENCE... None Ω OCCUPATION... Monk in training Ω PATRON DEITY... Rhalgr, the Destroyer Ω HEIGHT & WEIGHT... 5 fulms 10 ilms. 165 ponze. Ω ALIGNMENT... Chaotic Neutral. |
GENERAL INFORMATION
APPEARANCE
PERSONALITY
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COMBAT & WEAPONRY
HISTORY
But still there is a past there. A dark one at that. Given away to marriage at a tender age, Rel, born Alvered, was excited for the new life and journey that married life held for her. To fall in love and raise children. It was a dream come true for a young highlander with her long raven hair and bare feet. A dream and only that, as she would find out only a week after the happy day. Speaking to her mother and father had done nothing, save leave her with a cold dread and a burning sense of betrayal as her father waved her away and said the deal was done, unable to look her in the eye. Months went by, beatings continued, the once vibrant and happy woman child changed to a cowering creature that tip toed around to try to avoid outraging her husband. Brutal rapes took place instead of gentle love making and the heart shattering reality of what her life was to be. No happy ending, no children, no love. It was shortly after the first year mark that her husband began bringing more men around, often chaining her up in their basement and allowing them to have their way with her, however they saw fit. She cried, begged, pleaded, all to no avail, he merely sat back in his chair, stroking himself while his young wife was used and abused in the worst of ways. Her mind broken after weeks of that, she was informed that she would be thrown into the pits as "bait". Give the crowd a bloody show to get them riled up, since she was "beyond use", in his words. She didn't know what any of that meant, but dread was her new friend and she knew it wouldn't be good. The day she was suppose to go with this group of men, Rel took the pistol in the drawer of their bed stand, hesitating just long enough for him to wake and see her standing there, finger on the trigger and aimed at his chest. He laughed and mocked her, rising in fury to strike her only for the gun to go off and a wide eyed young woman, bruised face and swollen, busted lip her latest badges of abuse, watched her husband fall back to the bed with a bloody wound. Men ran in, screaming and shouting though she couldn't understand anything, her ears ringing. She was free? But it wasn't to be, taken away anyway, Rel was thrown into the pits with a sword, for theatrics they said. Lifting the heavy steel in her shaking hands, she watched the beast the charged toward her, she'd never been that great at fighting, not horrible but she didn't prefer it. But in that moment, when her life was on the line, she swung, blade striking true just once and slicing the beast's head from his shoulders. The crowd was silent for a moment before erupting in a deafening roar of cheers. The young, broken woman in a worn sundress had slain a beast five times her size. She dropped the sword as she was taken back to her cell, threats for not dying ringing in her ears. And that was her life for four long years. Rape, fights, whippings, all for the enjoyment and entertainment of others. She learned to fight, she learned to survive. The sweet young woman that'd had dreams and hopes of a happy life and happy children was long gone. She was sold as a slave several times, to fight for entertainment as always, till one day, on the auction block once again, a deep voice rose above the crowed. An elezen, with long blueish hair tied back in a que strode through the crowd with the winning bid, a bloody gash over his left eye. He looked to the naked woman, taking off his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders before pulling her down and carrying her away from the crowd and what she would later learn, his employer. Rel would require many weeks of constant care, Lancefer, the elezen, sitting with her through her nightmare filled nights. Sitting with her through the miscarriage of a child to whom she didn't even know who the father was. She was broken and he did all he could to keep her together, though he didn't know what to do either. Little by little, Rel healed physically, drowning out anything else with plenty of whiskey and seeking out fights in the darker taverns that respectable people try to pretend didn't exist. Now, a few years later, she does as she pleases, still legally owned by the Elezen Lancefer, but free in her own right as he merely kept the papers to protect her from recapture and selling, which Relavel was constantly afraid of. She fights and drinks, holding large fighting events often and burying her loneliness in booze and blood. |
Recent times
Relavel has begun to hold back wood fights in a cave in Thanalan, spread by word of mouth, these fights are bloody and not exactly "legal" but those wanting to fight are more than welcome to for a small price. Rel's "backwood fights" have evolved and now reside in a nice building that is also starting to grow and expand to host other events. She's thinking she'll be running an inn before long, she would like to help people... secretly... |
RELATIONSHIPS
♥ Family – – ♥ Romantic – ♥ Platonic – ♥ Physical – ♦ Friend – ★ Acquaintance – $ Business – ✝ Deceased – ✔ Positive – ✖ Negative – ● Neutral – Unsure
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RUMORS
Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated. ◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely!
◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!
◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!
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Feel free to add your own rumors to this section. ◢ Player Character Rumors - Some of these are more rare than others!
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MUSIC
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GALLERY
OOC NOTES
Player Note I expect a clear IC / OOC division in RP. Their feelings and my feelings are separate. I prefer clear lines of communication with whomever I'm RPing with, and those I'm RPing with should always feel free to send a /tell to clear up any questions. I'm normally IC, but please send a /tell if it's a crowded location, just in case I miss your emote. Personal RP Limits Mostly, my main NO GO is trying to take IC things OOC, especially relationships. It's not really all that common but it HAS happened so I just want to keep it friendly and fun.
Disclaimer Relavel can get very mean and be a royal ass, I promise this is NOT a reflection of my, the player's, feelings. However, if you feel uncomfortable or have concerns, PLEASE let me know, I don't want anyone to feel personally attacked by my character's actions at any given time.
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Potential Plot Hooks While the below is by no means comprehensive, it's a kind of spring board for walk-up RP.
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