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swordofthestate) wrote2013-06-29 07:03 pm
swordofthestate) wrote2013-06-29 07:03 pm
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Player info:
Name: The Guindo
Pronoun: He
E-Mail: theguindo@gmail.com
Other Contact: bla bla you know all this
Character Basics
Name: Morvarid; all her surnames have belonged to other people, so she doesn't use them
Class: Spellsword
Age: 47 + 83 god-organ years
Gender/Sex: F/F
Birthdate: April 27th
Birthplace: Some tiny village in Safta that probably doesn't even exist anymore
PB: Nadine Cross; The Stand (comic adaptation)
Appearance
Natural Hair/Eye Color: Hair: Black with solid and distinct streaks of grey/white.
Eyes: She doesn't even remember her natural eye colour and then it was gold for 100 years and now she has nothing but empty black sockets so welp there you go!
Height: 5'7"
Body Type: Athletic
Appearance Misc: She always carries herself with a military bearing and dresses very functionally/sharply. In fact everything about her is sharp and professional.
Now that she is missing both eyes, she wears a blindfold at all times. It's very snazzy and embroidered at the edges with some of the same designs that you might see on high-ranking spellsword uniforms. It is blue/gold to match the black/blue/gold vice-admiral coat.
Background
Summary: You might think that it was years of living as the Mazda that gave Morvarid her no-nonsense, extremely militaristic attitude toward the world.
You'd be wrong. She was always like that. Even as a child, she played by picking a goal and ruthlessly pursuing it.
She joined the spellswords when she was able, simply because that seemed like the best way for her to get something out of her life in a place that suited her personality. She rose quickly through the ranks, a combination of intelligence, skill, and dedication, as well as a willingness to take charge when no one else would step up.
Shockingly, she did not eschew a personal life. She fell in love with a fellow soldier and pursued him as efficiently as any other goal. They married and had a son.
Though Morvarid loved them both deeply, she had never been good at showing kindness. It left an awkward void in their interactions. Her husband understood, because he'd known exactly what he was getting into when he'd chosen her. Her son, who was treated like any cadet under her jurisdiction, and who had to deal with the harshness of his mother's expectations, was less understanding. There was a rift between them that lasted into his adulthood.
Her appointment as the Mazda's next in line came as no surprise to anyone. Three years later, during which she was prepped for the responsibilities of the role, the Mazda retired and passed his eyes on to her.
Morvarid was indeed a spectacular Mazda. She embodied the role. No one questioned whether she had been the right choice.
She only questioned it herself when she realized the reality of watching her husband grow old while she stayed the same. There was a certain sort of heartbreak in sitting through his retirement from the Amber Gaze, and then watching his health fail as he grew older. She was steeled for it when he finally died, but it left an emptiness behind, and the chilling realization that she would live to see the same happen to her son.
Her son had not followed in his spellsword parents' footsteps, choosing instead the path of a paladin. They were estranged, but reunited in his father's death. She attempted to reach out to him and explain her own failings as a mother; he was old enough and mature enough to accept it as an apology, but they never quite closed the emotional gap between themselves. It was partly her own fault, not wanting to get too close when she was only going to lose him later.
Her son's death came as a shock. She took a day off to attend the funeral--unheard of, for this Mazda. She looked at her grandchildren, and thought of the same happening to them in another twenty or thirty years, and knew just how lonely the life of a guild leader truly was. She made no attempts to close any emotional distance with the rest of her descendants. She didn't want the pain of their deaths mattering.
But the long, lonely life of the Mazda was interrupted by a greycloak assassination attempt, which ended with Morvarid voluntarily passing her eyes down to an Earth-born cadet named Lera Savinkov. She is now the ex-Mazda, and Lera's Vice Admiral.
Internet Presence: She's got a work e-mail (vadmmorvarid@ag.saf.mil) and a forum account (swordofthestate), but she uses them mostly for business correspondance.
Information and Opinions About Earth: Morvarid was never roleplayed and is a Zenderael native.
She is fairly well-educated about Earth because she has always believed that knowledge is just as important to a warrior as physical skill. She forced the Amber Gaze to modernize: the base was wired with electricity, the soldiers were trained in the use of Earth technology, she had the alchemist guild set up a secure e-mail/filehost server for the military's use, etc.
Her opinion of the merge is that it has created a fine mess of things, but she holds no innate hostility toward Earth or its people. She judges it all on its own merits, piece by piece. She'd rather understand the practical consequences of the merge than rail against it and hate what she can't change; that's just a waste of time and energy.
Personality
General Overview: Morvarid is a hard person. She does not show warmth so much as a temporary lack of coldness. She has always been a hard person and has never quite known how to show people that she cares about them. It is a weakness that has caused many rifts in her life, including with her son, her grandchildren, and now her great-grandchildren. She knows it is a weakness of hers, and though she wishes it wasn't, she's far beyond the point of trying to change it and has long since accepted it as a part of herself.
Unfortunately, it means that while she is greatly respected, she is not very well-liked. The soldiers of Safta's armed forces recognize her competence and her skill, and know that she is good at what she does, but the civilian population is fearful and intimidated. This bit her pretty hard while she was in charge of the country with the Sharifa missing, but all she could do was keep trying her best to protect the country while ignoring the civilian unrest.
She is analytical and pragmatic, and has no time for frivolities. Nothing pisses her off faster than having her time wasted. She has no compunctions about putting her foot down and being the killjoy, and in guild leader meetings she was usually the one getting everyone back on track with a well-placed call for order. She doesn't care whether people like her. She cares whether things get done.
But she does care about people. In a general sense, even. She is here to protect the people of Safta, whatever she may think of them on an individual basis, because she loves her country and wants its people to thrive. Unfortunately, because she is a hard person who is emotionally distant and doesn't know how to show affection, the way she shows that she cares about people is by forcing them to shape up to fit her higher expectations. Taking it upon herself to give Lera and Gabriel both leadership training is an example of this. She isn't mean about it, just...cold. There's no berating or insulting, just an unrelenting stream of factual corrections until you get it right.
People she hates? They don't even get a passing glance. She doesn't have time to deal with people she hates. She will do whatever she needs to do to get them out of her way as swiftly as possible, and that is the end of that. She gets no satisfaction from seeing her enemies suffer, she is not vindictive, never petty or cruel. Everything she does has a practical purpose to it, and all of those things are simply nonsense. They waste time and energy that she could be putting elsewhere.
She does have strong morals will not kill needlessly, but she has no qualms with killing when the result saves lives. She always tries to follow the course of action that does the greatest amount of good, and considers the lives of people a more valuable resource than territory or monetary gains.
Name: The Guindo
Pronoun: He
E-Mail: theguindo@gmail.com
Other Contact: bla bla you know all this
Character Basics
Name: Morvarid; all her surnames have belonged to other people, so she doesn't use them
Class: Spellsword
Age: 47 + 83 god-organ years
Gender/Sex: F/F
Birthdate: April 27th
Birthplace: Some tiny village in Safta that probably doesn't even exist anymore
PB: Nadine Cross; The Stand (comic adaptation)
Appearance
Natural Hair/Eye Color: Hair: Black with solid and distinct streaks of grey/white.
Eyes: She doesn't even remember her natural eye colour and then it was gold for 100 years and now she has nothing but empty black sockets so welp there you go!
Height: 5'7"
Body Type: Athletic
Appearance Misc: She always carries herself with a military bearing and dresses very functionally/sharply. In fact everything about her is sharp and professional.
Now that she is missing both eyes, she wears a blindfold at all times. It's very snazzy and embroidered at the edges with some of the same designs that you might see on high-ranking spellsword uniforms. It is blue/gold to match the black/blue/gold vice-admiral coat.
Background
Summary: You might think that it was years of living as the Mazda that gave Morvarid her no-nonsense, extremely militaristic attitude toward the world.
You'd be wrong. She was always like that. Even as a child, she played by picking a goal and ruthlessly pursuing it.
She joined the spellswords when she was able, simply because that seemed like the best way for her to get something out of her life in a place that suited her personality. She rose quickly through the ranks, a combination of intelligence, skill, and dedication, as well as a willingness to take charge when no one else would step up.
Shockingly, she did not eschew a personal life. She fell in love with a fellow soldier and pursued him as efficiently as any other goal. They married and had a son.
Though Morvarid loved them both deeply, she had never been good at showing kindness. It left an awkward void in their interactions. Her husband understood, because he'd known exactly what he was getting into when he'd chosen her. Her son, who was treated like any cadet under her jurisdiction, and who had to deal with the harshness of his mother's expectations, was less understanding. There was a rift between them that lasted into his adulthood.
Her appointment as the Mazda's next in line came as no surprise to anyone. Three years later, during which she was prepped for the responsibilities of the role, the Mazda retired and passed his eyes on to her.
Morvarid was indeed a spectacular Mazda. She embodied the role. No one questioned whether she had been the right choice.
She only questioned it herself when she realized the reality of watching her husband grow old while she stayed the same. There was a certain sort of heartbreak in sitting through his retirement from the Amber Gaze, and then watching his health fail as he grew older. She was steeled for it when he finally died, but it left an emptiness behind, and the chilling realization that she would live to see the same happen to her son.
Her son had not followed in his spellsword parents' footsteps, choosing instead the path of a paladin. They were estranged, but reunited in his father's death. She attempted to reach out to him and explain her own failings as a mother; he was old enough and mature enough to accept it as an apology, but they never quite closed the emotional gap between themselves. It was partly her own fault, not wanting to get too close when she was only going to lose him later.
Her son's death came as a shock. She took a day off to attend the funeral--unheard of, for this Mazda. She looked at her grandchildren, and thought of the same happening to them in another twenty or thirty years, and knew just how lonely the life of a guild leader truly was. She made no attempts to close any emotional distance with the rest of her descendants. She didn't want the pain of their deaths mattering.
But the long, lonely life of the Mazda was interrupted by a greycloak assassination attempt, which ended with Morvarid voluntarily passing her eyes down to an Earth-born cadet named Lera Savinkov. She is now the ex-Mazda, and Lera's Vice Admiral.
Internet Presence: She's got a work e-mail (vadmmorvarid@ag.saf.mil) and a forum account (swordofthestate), but she uses them mostly for business correspondance.
Information and Opinions About Earth: Morvarid was never roleplayed and is a Zenderael native.
She is fairly well-educated about Earth because she has always believed that knowledge is just as important to a warrior as physical skill. She forced the Amber Gaze to modernize: the base was wired with electricity, the soldiers were trained in the use of Earth technology, she had the alchemist guild set up a secure e-mail/filehost server for the military's use, etc.
Her opinion of the merge is that it has created a fine mess of things, but she holds no innate hostility toward Earth or its people. She judges it all on its own merits, piece by piece. She'd rather understand the practical consequences of the merge than rail against it and hate what she can't change; that's just a waste of time and energy.
Personality
General Overview: Morvarid is a hard person. She does not show warmth so much as a temporary lack of coldness. She has always been a hard person and has never quite known how to show people that she cares about them. It is a weakness that has caused many rifts in her life, including with her son, her grandchildren, and now her great-grandchildren. She knows it is a weakness of hers, and though she wishes it wasn't, she's far beyond the point of trying to change it and has long since accepted it as a part of herself.
Unfortunately, it means that while she is greatly respected, she is not very well-liked. The soldiers of Safta's armed forces recognize her competence and her skill, and know that she is good at what she does, but the civilian population is fearful and intimidated. This bit her pretty hard while she was in charge of the country with the Sharifa missing, but all she could do was keep trying her best to protect the country while ignoring the civilian unrest.
She is analytical and pragmatic, and has no time for frivolities. Nothing pisses her off faster than having her time wasted. She has no compunctions about putting her foot down and being the killjoy, and in guild leader meetings she was usually the one getting everyone back on track with a well-placed call for order. She doesn't care whether people like her. She cares whether things get done.
But she does care about people. In a general sense, even. She is here to protect the people of Safta, whatever she may think of them on an individual basis, because she loves her country and wants its people to thrive. Unfortunately, because she is a hard person who is emotionally distant and doesn't know how to show affection, the way she shows that she cares about people is by forcing them to shape up to fit her higher expectations. Taking it upon herself to give Lera and Gabriel both leadership training is an example of this. She isn't mean about it, just...cold. There's no berating or insulting, just an unrelenting stream of factual corrections until you get it right.
People she hates? They don't even get a passing glance. She doesn't have time to deal with people she hates. She will do whatever she needs to do to get them out of her way as swiftly as possible, and that is the end of that. She gets no satisfaction from seeing her enemies suffer, she is not vindictive, never petty or cruel. Everything she does has a practical purpose to it, and all of those things are simply nonsense. They waste time and energy that she could be putting elsewhere.
She does have strong morals will not kill needlessly, but she has no qualms with killing when the result saves lives. She always tries to follow the course of action that does the greatest amount of good, and considers the lives of people a more valuable resource than territory or monetary gains.