Post by Imayne on Jul 2, 2012 20:35:35 GMT -5
~~ Behind The Mask ~~
Name: Gilly! Er...Katie. Who's counting?
Age: Old enough.
Length Roleplaying: This number keeps getting bigger!
~~The Mask ~~
Character Name: Imayne
Age: 23
Date of Birth: April 30, 2986 TA
Race: Man
Residence: Minas Tirith, though she is originally from the Eastfold of Rohan.
Profession: She currently does housekeeping type things to earn her keep at a local inn on the fourth tier, however, she is looking for a position in the Steward's stables that will suit her better.
Appearance:
Imayne is striking in appearance, standing tall for a woman—even one of Rohan—at nearly 5’9”. She is thin, wiry in build and striking in face. Perhaps her most noticeable feature is her natural flame-colored hair. She has green-blue eyes that hold more spirit than a wild horse, and she has a smile that could, if she wanted, debilitate most men.
She has large eyes, yet nothing about her feels childlike. She is quite imposing amongst the ladies of Gondor because she is quite a bit tougher looking. Imayne wears mostly colors of muted tones, preferring browns and blacks and blues to anything of color.
Personality:
Imayne, like the White Lady who maid acquaintance with the Fellowship, is a shieldmaiden. She has a temper and spirit that craves for freedom, for honor and glory, that thirsts for strength. It is, perhaps, what makes it so easy for her to get along with horses; they see in each other the same fervor and drive.
Imayne is a proud woman, and dutiful. She will not, under any circumstances, ask for assistance, nor will she let others see her weep and tear. She was, before coming to Minas Tirith, a healer with her mother, and as such can come across as reserved and detached at times. She is loyal, sometimes to a fault. Imayne loves fiercely when she can, but loathes just as fiercely if she cannot.
~~ The Family ~~
Parents: Geirulf and Orwine (both deceased)
Sibling(s): Alric (status unknown)
Spouse: None
Children: None
History:
Imayne was the second and final child of Geirulf and Orwine, and lived her life running amok with her brother, Alric. She was certainly welcome among his friends, too, often besting them in their swordplay and their races and games. She blossomed into a healthy woman of typical Rohirric fire, and for a time she lived happily near the Snowbourn River.
When the girl was fifteen, Orwine began teaching her the trade of healing, and Imayne began to accompany her mother to all of her charges. At the same time, her brother, Alric, joined the esteemed cavalry of their proud kingdom at the ripe age of seventeen. For a while, she thrived in happiness. She adored her work, though found that such quiet tasks made her long for more unladylike days, and when Imayne found herself able to, she sneaked away to join Alric and his friends in their adventures.
However, their happiness changed when she was twenty-two; orcs came upon them in the night, and Imayne had to watch as her home was burned and razed. There were screams, horrible sights and blood everywhere, and Imayne even watched as her famiy was cut down before her.
She was forced to flee, unable to hold off the orcs on her own, and she took her mount Freca and raced into the Firien Wood. The last thing she saw were her brother and his friends turning to face the onslought of orcs. “Make for Minas Tirith!” Alric had ordered. “I will find you!”
She stopped for a rest deep in the heart of the forest, allowing Freca to have a break and take some water. Still, it did not last long. Through the eerie and desolate air of the wood, she caught sight of something that looked to be a black rider—and while the woman was not one to easily fear, there was something about whatever being it was (for surely it could not have been human) that set her heart ill. She waited for the being to vanish out of sigh, remounted and rode hard through the rest of the wood until she came to the open plains on the other side.
Travelling was slow, and she was exhausted by the time she arrived at Minas Tirith. One of the guards, an older man by the name of Rumil, instantly recognized her blood and asked what had brought her to their city. When it became apparent she was a refugee, and that Imayne had no place to stay, he told her that his brother and his sister-in-law owned a cozy inn on the fourth tier, and gave her his word they would offer her a place to stay is she mentioned his name.
Imayne was lucky enough to get free boarding for her horse as well, and so she settled in to wait for her brother. As the days went on, however, the innkeepers began to get antsy, and Imayne understood they needed money for her keep. She began to work for them, cooking, cleaning, running errands—anything to keep the roof over her head.
She began to pine for Rohan’s open fields, of the men she could find their that held the same fire in her spirit as she did, of the women who were strong of body and mind. She missed the horses, too—and prayed her brother would come to her soon.
Alric still has not come, though Imayne believes her brother is not dead. She seeks a job at the Steward’s stables, hoping that at least surrounding herself with horses will keep her from being too homesick and uncomfortable.
Anything Else?: One ring...TO RULE THEM ALLLLLL!
