Post by Hayden Lane Donovan on Nov 16, 2010 21:34:38 GMT -5
HUMAN FORM
WHAT ARE YOU?
NAME
>>> Hayden Lane Donovan
>>> Birthname is Logan Drew Bailey
ALIAS
>>> Hayday, but not if you wish to live
GENDER
>>> Female
RANK
>>> Ex-Knight Ohtar
CLASS
>>> Ex-Solider Bard
WHO ARE YOU?
PERSONALITY
>>> Hayden is a hard girl to understand. She proudly wanted to serve herpeople, but has turned her back on them now because, quite bluntly, they've screwed with her mind. They have used her and twisted her simply due to her talent at persuasion and deception, but they used her too much. She isn't necessarily broken, but she certainly isn't trusting. Unfortunately, she's very good at hiding it. That's what she was trained to do after all; hide. She can be anything you want her to be, but its hard to wear away the different stories and find the real her underneath it all. All you'll likely see is the ruthless, rough, cold exterior. She isn't afraid to stand up to you if needed and she's stubborn. She can seem emotionless, but she isn't, not really. She just finds life is easier if you don't feel. She's almost robot-like at times. But, in the dark of the night, when she's all alone, the walls crumble down and she's free to be herself. She's still open about her opinions, forward, and stubborn, but she cares. If she fights you, it's because she's worried you'll end up like her; torn into fragments that don't quite piece back together again like they used to. She has one sole hate in this world; the the humans. More specifically, the military and royals. She doesn't blame the villagers or the healers all that much, but the others? They can go to hell. She's not daring enough to take them on quite yet, but it's only a matter of time.
APPEARANCE
>>> Hayden can be deceiving when it comes to appearances. Given the right attire, she can look like your average beautiful woman. Her hair, not grown past her chin, is a mix of waves and light curls naturally, and she only has to somewhat straighten her bangs to get her desired look. Although deemed brown, the locks shine a deep red-brown in common lighting conditions, accenting her light green-blue eyes. Her shoulders are a tad broad, taking her out of the "thin and fragile woman" category almost instantly, not that she wants to be placed there to begin with. Hidden beneath the exterior is lean, but strong, muscle that could take you down given a reason. She has various battle scars, though only one bothers her. It was an arrow wound that had just missed her heart, and it still throbs with a phantom pain on occasion. Her clothing style varies regularly. Some weeks she'll be wearing comfortable dresses, others she'll be in baggy shirts and pants. It all depends on her mood, though she's mostly in fairly fitted clothing. Pants are a little more versatile as long as they get the job done and don't fall down while doing it. However, trust me, if you need her to dress up to play a part, she'll pull it off with ease.
HISTORY
>>> Hayden has always been a force of nature. From the time she came into the world shortly after her twin, Shayla, she was someone to be reckoned with. If she wanted her food she wanted it now and there was no arguing with her. She was the first to talk, the first to walk, the first to run... She was the first to do everything. Shayla was softer, a right proper lady. Hayden, however, was similar to a young boy. Bugs, mud and bruises from fights with other children were regularly worn into the house. By the time she made her way into a soldier's profession, it was clear that she was the hands-on sister and Shayla was destined for healing. They enlisted her in extensive training, forming her into the perfect warrior, fit to fit in war or as an assassin in the night. She knew when to lie, when to tell the truth, withstood almost any torment, beat most the men in training, and flew forward with flying colors at the skill tests. She was exactly what they'd been search for to do their dirty work, and she was drop dead loyal. She would die for her people without a single doubt. And then, she nearly did. During one mission, she was thrown into a coma. It was short lived, but, beaten, bruised and needing rest they tried to throw her back in the field. She rebelled, and the constable they sent to get her back to her mission broke easier than he should have. "You're expendable, Bailey. Get your ass back out there." Those were his exact words. That was a big mistake. She used her training to get out; she faked a suicide and they fell for it. She fled quickly enough, but they've shattered her trust almost entirely. She has taken a new name entirely, leaving her old life behind her in the dust as best she can. All that she has left is a tattoo of a wolf on her right shoulder from when she was sixteen and the rules they've burdened her with. The elves took her in, she isn't quite sure why, but she's pretty sure it has something to do with a mutual enemy, and she's got secrets they wouldn't want told. She hasn't told any yet, afraid that she's still just being used as a tool and knowing the longer she holds out on information, the longer she has to figure out a way out if that's the case.
WHAT OF YOUR COMPANION?
NAME
>>> Zane
GENDER
>>> Stallion
SPECIES
>>> Horse
DESCRIPTION
>>> Zane is ultimately protective. He was fairly wild when Hayden met him, and he had been mistreated as she had. They bonded quickly, similar creatures at heart. She'd ridden before, though rarely, so she taught herself at the same time she backed him, and it only increased their bond. He isn't one to let anyone near Hayden, especially if she seems unsure or afraid. He's a bit of a hothead for most, but he's gentle as a lamb for his rider. He'd do anything for her, and she for him. Some would swear they are on the same brainwave, though they aren't. They just understand each other because they've had the same sort of treatment in their life. Physically, Zane is a grand specimen, a pure gypsy vanner. He's mostly white, with a black patch across his head, and halfway down his neck before it curves to cover only his throat and half of his shoulders, splashing down slightly on the front of his forelegs. He has another splash of black draped over his left haunch, which carries over to the dock of his tail, leaving the hair streaked with black and white. The black patch only goes down to his flank, ending before it reaches past that point with a small splotch of black on his left hock. His feathers, natural to his breed, are thick, a sign of good breeding though no one knows what his breeding actually is. His mane and tail are also thick and his mane and forelock are often braided and entwined with various bits and pieces to keep them out of the way and untangled.
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