[J] Izzayne Ken G'eld -- Shebali

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Name---- Izzayne Ken G'eld (Ouss'rahel)
Stage---- Dalharil
Rank---- Shebali
Sub-Rank---- Thief
Gender---- Female
Date of Birth---- January 27th 2008
Temperment---- Chaotic


Strength---- 11
Endurance---- 23
Intelligence---- 17
Creativity---- 10
Magic---- 21
Speed---- 29


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C o n t e n t s

[01] Splash ---- You were there.
[02] Contents ---- You are now here!
[03] Rules ---- Obey, or I kill you.
[04] Profile ---- Izzayne.
[05] Memories ---- Log of events.
[06] Meetings ---- Don't I know you, mister?
[07] Progression ---- Official Art & Progress Log.
[08] Trinkets ---- Shinies.
[09] Soundtrack ---- Songs that inspired her creation.
[10] Credits ---- The boring bit.

 

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R u l e s

Be polite and pleasant.
Arranged relationships can bug me. Depending.
Follow the Daisy Code.
Be at least semi-literate in roleplay. I don't mind typos, but OOC as IC roleplay or confusing elipses will stunt me a little.
Don't complain if I take a while to respond. I have a hell of a lot of college work for the next couple of years since I'm working towards entering University.
Follow shop rules and Gaia TOS.
If you do wish to post in here, as either a note or something or other to Izzayne. Please keep it In Character.
Have fun C:

 

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P r o f i l e

B a s i c I n f o r m a t i o n

Name: Izzayne Ken G'eld (Ouss'rahel)
Name Meaning: Masked Rage, sworn to G'eld. (heirs to the gods)
Age: Teen, Estimated to be around 101 years old.
Rank: Shebali Thief
Height: Under-Average; 5'2.
Weight: Borderline Average; Exact weight undetermined.
Blood Type: Unknown.
Residence: Undrek'Thor - separate from her house.


P e r s o n a l i t y I n f o r m a t i o n

Personality Traits In Training
Curious, Firey, Enthusiastic, Sneaky.

Izzayne's Personality is that of a typical Drow. Untrusting of others, fierce in her want to build her rank and house name, along with the hate and need to kill halfings, surface elves and traitor Drow. Her shortness and light weight make it difficult for her to take close-hand combat into action, thus she tends to use long range weapons such as throwing daggers and chain-extension weapons (though she's still learning to handle those, she finds drawing them back in after an attack rather difficult). She's been raised to be above it all, fierce and with a burning drive to get to the highest spot in her rank.

Izzayne picks up on things easy and she's a good reader of body language, she can tell who's more cautious and who's less likely to guard against her. Her agility makes getting away from impossible fights and people she's pick pocketed that much easier. She focuses on making a disadvantage into an advantage, making her a fast-learner and slippery Drow to deal with.


C h a r a c t e r T r a i t s

Opinionated, Perfectionist, Active, Aggressive, Torturous.

Opinionated;; Izzayne is an extremely opinionated individual, to the point that she won't accept any other opinion as she feels her own is the truth. It is Particularly difficult to sway her mind once it is set, so talking and persuading his pretty much useless once she is in this stage of decision. She tends to decide things on her own, as she disagrees with others opinions a lot.

Perfectionist;; Izzayne is of the frame of mind where near-perfect is equal to atrocious. She won't leave training on something unless she's reached a level where she can execute what she's doing at a level that is considered flawless or perfect. She won't strike until the perfect opportunity approaches, which at points can be a weakness.

Active;; Izzayne likes to be active; her view on sitting around and drinking is extremely low. She likes to stay fit and spends hours training, practicing physical fighting moves she rarely uses seriously and runs around the cities and towns she visits/lives in. Izzayne can not stand sitting down in one place for long without doing anything productive.

Aggressive;; Izzayne never attacks half-heartedly, even in training. She centers on hurting by applying the max aggression and precision she can muster, though she aims to not spend her energy all in one. Izzayne's aggressiveness is always at a level she can recede from, unless something has particularly picked at her nerves.

Torturous;; Izzayne favors a slow, painful death when she gets the chance to deal such a thing to someone. Her favored choice is picking apart her enemies a piece at a time, until they reach the point of begging for death or mentally cracking. She savors digging her way under defenses and baring the soul, before crushing it. Her favored choice of weapons for this type of punishment ranges into the primitive area; from driving nails into fingers and toe joints with hamours, right to simple mechanisms that can crush bone.


A p p e a r a n c e

Skin Tone: Black/ Lightened Black
Eye Colour: Red
Hair Color: Snow white
Hair Style: Flicked tipped bob; Slight messy.
Clothing Style: Simple. White tank, skirt, stockings and white boots. Arm warmers and utility belt.


P e r s o n a l I n f o r m a t i o n

Likes: Treasure, successful raids, practicing, being active and intelligent conversation.
Dislikes: Traitors, Sitting around, half-breeds, boring people, idiotic behaviour.
Favourute Food:Mushrooms.
Favourite Color: White.


S t r e n g t h s a n d W e a k n e s s e s

Unique Powers/Talents: Fast , she can sprint for England. She's also used to using minimal excess movement when it comes down to tight situations so she saves time.
Strengths: Her speed and size. It makes her find it easy to dodge and slip around defenses.
Weaknesses: Her weight and size makes it hard to successfully have a close-range combat battle.
Weapon of Choice: Daggers; She has around 12 small ones hidden on her person.
Other Weapons: None Currently.
Fighting Style: Long-range evasive.


H o u s e
*This information is tentative*

The house of Ouss'rahel is the 8th house in Undrek'Thor.
Izzayne is one of five siblings. with two brothers and two sisters beside herself. Her youngest brother was sacrificed to the goddess as he was the third son.
She gets her short stature from her father, who is a surface raider. He sent Izzayne out on her own longterm in order for her to get on-the-spot training. She is in touch with her house still.

 

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E v e n t s
[ Oldest ---> Newest ]

27.02.08 Recieved Izzayne
08.02.08 Journal Started

17.03.09 Journal Layout Finished.

R o l e p l a y
[ Oldest ---> Newest ]

[ORP] Open Roleplay | [PRP] Private Roleplay | [PUB] Event Roleplay
[Normal] Regular | [Grey] Inactive | [Blue] Completed

Open
23.08 - [PRP] - In the streets of the city - Izzayne meets Vasryna while out marking a target.

Closed
25.03 - [PRP] - A tale of Two Theives - Izzayne marks the same house as Phraktos. Lulz ensues.
11.04 - [PRP] - Kisses underneath the Stairs - With the job done, Izz and Phraktos meet up at the Spider's Curse Tavern to discuss the sale of the Narcotic. Maybe getting a little closer in the process~?

Archived
30.01 - [ORP] - The City of Guallidurth - Only one post made before I forgot I did so. >>;;

 

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I n C h a r a c t e r
[Dislikes] | [Disinterested] | [Not Bothered] | [Acquainted] | Likes]

Vas'ryna - [Met] - I dislike her, but she's not worthy of anything emotional.
Phraktos - [Met] - What is it about him? -blush-
Kalan'afae - [Met] - He was...amusing.

 

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P r o g r e s s

Dalharil Izzayne is only starting out. She's a bit choppy at what she does, but determined to succeed.

 

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S h i n i e s


None yet, best start collecting.

A r t w o r k


Nothing here either >:

 

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M u s i c s

Poker Face ---- Lady GaGa

Sober ---- P!nk
Opheliac ---- Emilie Autumn
Dead is the New Alive ---- Emilie Autumn
I Don't Care ---- Apocalyptica
MOBscene ---- Marilyn Manson
Decode ---- Paramore

 

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C r e d i t s


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J o u r n a l

Entry one:: Thoughts on Vas'ryna

She's....I don't know. She KILLED my damn mark! I had been scouting after him for a while, picking up extras here and there, then she kills him. I'm SO aggravated! Stupid woman! Stupid, Stupid woman! If anything, it's not the same taking from a dead man. They're no fun at all. I took, but I had to put back, I felt like I was cheated out of some good prize. Like it was a consolation prize.

I'll have to go and follow up on sources again, maybe something of interest will come up. I train daily, but there is hardly ever a proper challenge. They tend not to see, or when they do see the under estimate me. Imbeciles. The haul today was minimal, though it'll help to some extent I suppose. Hopefully the rumours I've been hearing will bear fruit for me to plunder.

Izzayne put the quill down, her lips pursed as she watched the wet ink glitter in the candlelight. She pushed back, the balls of her palms resting against the side of the table top as she thought. Thinking helped a lot, it was night and she currently had no plans to go out and keep training and plundering. There was only so much she could do a day before it got suspicious.

Her eyes narrowed as the ink seeped into the thick, creme coloured paper of the black leather-covered book open on the desk. She needed food, having neglected to eat all day. A habit of hers, she forgot things that did not connect with what she did. She couldn't even recall the last time she had eaten. 14 hours ago? 20 hours ago? It was hazy on that aspect, the planning on how to overpower the now deceased mark taking over her mind hours before. Now, she had nothing. No reward for hours of work. All that lingered was the bitter taste of defeat on her tongue. The ink now dry in the candle light and with nothing more to write, Izzayne flipped her hand up and slid it under the cover of the book, flipping it closed. She got up and stretched, hands unballing out in the air as her arms raised above her head.

Time for food.

 

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Entry two:: Parchment

Izzayne stood in the doorway of an inn, peering down the street in search of someone. Her source had told her to come here if she wanted some information on a narcotic in high demand at the moment. She had no use for it personally, but if others were salivating for it then she could sell it for a tidy profit. Her lips tugged into a small grin at the thought. It had been a while since she had gotten a big haul out of a job, petty pick-pocketing only put so much food on the table. She hadn't ransacked many houses.

Her eyes darted to the side when she heard footsteps, peering out from under her thick wool cloak at the drow approaching. She took a step to the side, unblocking the doorway just in case this wasn't the one. She pushed a hand out from under her cloak, facing it palm forward at her side. The drow passed and opened the door, pressing a parchment roll into her hand as he went. She slid her now occupied hand back into her cloak, checking her wrist. The pouch of money was gone. Good, he wasn't thick then.

She quick footed it home, the parchment smushed slightly in the vice-like grip of her hand. This needed to be read in private. She went into her small home, deadbolting the door afterwards. The cloak was tugged off and thrown onto the top of a chest, shoes kicked off as she wandered over to her desk and took a seat, unsealing and unravelling the parchment.

"Ah." An address was printed in spidery scrawl across the page, the name of the narcotic underneath it with an estimate of a going price. Perfect. She wouldn't be the only one trying to hit this target, but she was damn well going to make sure she got it first. She pulled her book out from a nook under the desk surface, untying the rope ties and flipping it open to a blank page.

 

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Dear Izz,
First off I want to apologize that I wasn't able to tell you this in person last night. I hope you can forgive a silly misbegotten oaf for such an oversight.

Secondly, last night after our lovely evening together I didn't want to leave a sour taste in your mouth for disappearing so abruptly without some sort of explanation. The trip to Guallidurth wasn't planned to go forward this quickly but a situation came up to move the trip up.
It was mainly to help out an acquaintance of mine from getting torn into little pieces by an older sibling. Apparently he took a prank a little too far and now he fears for his life. Poor fellow. You can see why I would try and help him out.

I will tell you, he was quite a sight to see last night, bloody, cut up and bruised quite badly. It was a miracle he was even able to find me before his brother picked him off.

Well enough about the fellow, I gather you don't really care to hear about him, as he's the reason I'm leaving sooner than planned.

I propose that as soon as I am able to get back that you will allow me to indulge your every whim. Anything your heart desires. Nothing is too expensive or too extravagant for the love of my heart. Absolutely anything that you wish to do is perfectly fine with me. Perhaps we could do a little "crowd" shopping as well. In the uptown crowd, as they are the more wealthy folk and tend to wear all the expensive jewelry. I think such an excursion would be something you would enjoy immensely.

I hope you don't miss me too much dear sprite. I'll try and keep in touch with you while I'm away. I hope you aren't too disappointed or too angry with me over this.
Much love, your oaf,

Phraktos

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