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Rachel is a female human with blond hair reaching just below her shoulders, usually tied into a bun with a blue bow. She has bright green eyes and fair skin-tone. She stands at about 163 cm (5'3" feet) with a medium-build body. Her hands are calloused, evidence of her ability as a swordswoman.
Character Concept :
A woman striving to do good with every passing day. Growing up in Sunberth had made her sick of chaos, crime, and injustice. Rachel is by no means a perfectly selfless person, but if given choices, she will live up to her morals. She abhors slavery, bullying, and thefts. She doesn't view violence as the only mean to uphold justice, but she knows that it is necessary to uphold one's ideals. However, violence will be the absolute last resort for her.
Personality :
Rachel is a good person at heart. Being raised in the middle of a city filled with criminals had hardened her resolve, she doesn't want to go with the flow, she wants to do what is right. Hearing stories of Syliran Knights, defenders of justice and order, utterly fascinated the girl. Seeing the chaos around her hometown made her realize that to do what is right, one needs power, the power to defend justice. Combined with personal experience of seeing how low can a person go in times of need steels her resolve, she will make a difference in the world.
Character History :
Rachel was born in Sunberth at the year of 492 A.V. Like many children there, she never knew much about her father. Her mother, named Martha, was a servant-for-hire, offering jobs such as cooking and cleaning for various households. She met her father, one man named "Schneider Messer" in a tavern once. They got drunk and needless to say, accidental pregnancy happened, Schneider left soon after. Martha couldn't afford to take care of her daughter and as soon as Rachel was born, the woman gave her to the Sunset Quarters orphanage. The only remembrance she had of her parents was a small locket hanging on a copper chain necklace with the picture of a woman, most likely her mother, it was always be with her since she was little.
She grew up in a harsh condition, poor, dirty, and starvation were common. What education she had was from the stories she got from the orphanage caretakers and some self-tutored. One particular story intrigued her greatly, the stories of Knights in shining armor in a faraway city in the west, Syliran Knights. The blond girl lived there for eighteen years until she couldn't take it anymore. With what money she gathered from doing odd jobs, Rachel hitched a ship to Zeltiva then traveled together with a caravan heading to Syliras. After arriving in the Fortress City, she had found her place, her stories began anew...
Language :
Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: - Poor Language: -
Heirloom :
A small locket made out of brass with the picture of a woman in it.
Housing :
20 x 20 Apartment deep in the bowels of the Stormhold Citadel, Syliras
Perks and Injuries
Perks
Injuries
Source Date acquired: 20th Winter 513 A.V Welts that will take a couple days to heal unless healed ==========================================
Lores
Winter 513 A.V
Source Basic Longsword Stance The Soothing Power's of Priskil's Mark Teaching Technique: Demonstrate and Perform Jon: Aspires to be a Knight Longsword: Two Handed Side Slash Technique Longsword: Basic Thrust from Two Handed Grip ========================================== Source Jon: born to wield the sword Technique: three-strikes combo Technique: counter-strike Priskil's light shines over all that will accept it ========================================== Source Kreig: My Long Lost Brother Natasha Druva: Kreig's Patron Kreig: A Squire I Look Up To! Fighting Brain Eating Bandits Teamwork with Titus My First Victory Alongside Kreig My Brother, Wounded by an Arrow ========================================== Source Kreig: That man is BROKE Longsword, two handed grip: Downward Parry Longsword, two handed grip combo: uppercut slash to overhead cleave Kreig Messer?! My Half-Brother? Kreig's Mom is Lilandra Self-disarming is a novice problem Does Kreig have a thing for dummies? ========================================== Source Medhozic: Stoic Ethaefal Medhozic: A Ring for Four Sessions Longsword Stance: Middle Guard Four Directional Movement from Middle Guard According to Medhozic: Daggers and Longswords have similar techniques Instruction Technique: Encouragement after failure ========================================== Source Herald’s Arms – Middle of the Road for Food, Wallet, and Crowds Cosette Merryweather – A Young Chef at the Herald’s Arms Cosette Merryweather – Shy about complements ========================================== Source Brock sisters Helena Brock: Blond, arrogant knight Dimia Brock: Nice once you get to know her Ryia Brock: Kind and compassionate Not all knights are perfect Location: Lykolav iron mines Location: Bronze Woods Knight's armour, makes one best served with gravy ========================================== Source Winter, good time for endurance training Markus Andres: Knight of Syliras Markus Andres: Friendly Bastard sword: A long sword with a shorter hilt Sparring with a Master swordsman Markus Andres: Fellow Flux user
Spring 514 A.V
Source Location: Anthonius Fighter's Pit ========================================== Source Longsword: Three strike combo Longsword: Side strike Longsword: Diagonal slash Longsword: Downward cleave Serynia: Konti Avalis: Mother of Konti, Goddess of Visions and Divinations Rak'keli: Goddess of Healing ========================================== Source Long sword Stance: Hanging-right Long sword Stance: Left-inside Long sword Stance: Close-right Long sword Stance: Back-left Long sword: Side swing Flux: Enhanced sword thrust, speed Flux: Enhanced charge Flux: Enhanced running speed Defeated in a sparring match against Jon Victory in a sparring match against Jon ========================================== Source Longsword: Round house swing Priskil: Aiding in combat of the effects of exhaustion ========================================== Source Oriah Azari: Squire to Sera Mora Sylirian Knighthood: Sera title reserved for knights Sera Mora: Worships Caiyha Oriah Azari: Worships Yahal Yahal: God of Faith and Purity Yahal: Shows no mercy towards liars, betrayers, or thieves Oriah Azari: Marked by Yahal Ser Wade Brock: Sergeant Knight Winston: Starving child in the woods ========================================== Source Squire Bitt: Bird-man Bitt: Awkward with words Quarterstaff: Used as a tool in addition to a weapon Bitt: Honourable assassin?
Flashback
Source Memory: An Eternally Awful Kiss Memory: Abducted Using Alcohol Sunberth: Apathy Incarnate Priskil: My Saviour Osd: A Knight In Dirty Rags Madame Calyn: Konti ========================================== Source Revy Hiroe: Orphan Revy Hiroe: Bitch I Wanna Be A Warrior! ========================================== Source Justice Without Power Is Meaningless Brawling: Fight Or Flight Brawling: Start By Getting A Weapon, Any Weapon
Dreamscape
Starting Lores
Lore of Religion: Priskil Longsword: Proper Stances and Grips
Location: A slightly glowing vortex on Rachel's right palm.
The user can generate a mild glow, usually from the palms of their hands, though only for a few minutes at a time. This glow is about equivalent to a torch and may give some courage to those affected by fear and negative emotions. The user can strengthen any source of artificial light and feel the presence of any kind of light, even beyond walls and obstacles.
Uh... I'm so hungry... A little girl, just barely reaching ten years of age, was taking limping steps through the streets of Sunberth. The orphanage where she stayed received another shortage of food supply... as always. Rachel didn't eat anything but crumbs of bread for about three days in a row. The caretaker promised the children they would get food soon, but it didn't came. The girl started to lose hope, in this scum-filled city, few would care even for a starving child. They got other things to take care of, understandable if mugging and robbery were commonplace.
Her vision started to blur, her muscles weakening, and dry taste of dust filled her mouth. She had to eat something... anything! The girl felt tired, she stopped and leaned her back on a house's wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the ground, hugging her knees. Someone, p-please help me! She wanted to scream, but she knew it would be no use. She looked to her left and right, people passing her here and there, seemingly unaware of everything. With her dirty clothes and messy hair, she really looked like a beggar, but not even a single miza was thrown her way. Rachel wanted to sleep, but quickly slapped herself in the cheek. If she slept in the middle of the street, it would be over for her. With nothing to do and no food to eat, she just stared blankly forward, the scorching sun burning her already tanned skin.
Suddenly, a sweet, sweet, smell filled her nostrils. "Eh?" Rachel lifted her head and saw a man carrying a large sack... filled with delicious bread walking pass her. Her mouth watered, oh how she wanted to grab one of those, just one would be enough. Will he give it to me? She hesitated in her mind, what was a single unknown child to the man? Her well-being meant nothing to him, he probably got his own family to feed. Rachel sighed in defeat, but... her green eyes widened when a loaf of bread fell from his sack. With swift movements driven by hunger, Rachel scampered to it and picked it up before anyone else does. Ha, I got it! I got it! With happy thoughts, the girl clutched the bread close to her heart. It was her salvation.
She was about to grab a bite to eat, but then noticed someone was staring at her from the side. She looked to her left to find an old woman sitting on the ground, wearing a dirty coat that covered her frail body. The girl immediately felt a twang of pity in her heart, her conscience telling her to help this old woman, she looked far more malnourished than her. "Uh um..." She was in a major dilemma, what was this woman to her? She didn't even know her, she should keep the bread for herself. However, her child-like mind realized if she thought like so, she was the same as the rest of these ignorant scums. "Ah I..." Closing her eyes, the girl's feet moved forward.
"H-here..." Rachel sheepishly offered the woman her precious bread. The old woman didn't stir for a full five chimes before looking up at the girl, a gentle smile on her wrinkled features. Her lips opened and she spoke, with a voice full of wisdom and experience.
"Why, child?"
It was a simple question yet the girl found so many inquiries being asked of her by those two words alone. The girl assumed this old woman was asking on why she didn't eat the bread herself. "W-well, I... uhm... y-you look hungry s-so... I want to give this to you." She offered it again, her hand slightly trembling. The old woman better accept the bread now before she changed her mind.
"I see... but, aren't you hungry, dear?"
Of course I am! What was this woman thinking? Couldn't she see the obvious? Her old mind must be failing her, the girl felt her annoyance being replaced by pity. She couldn't do this anymore, any longer and her own hunger would triumph over her generosity. Rachel took the old woman's right hand and put the bread on it. She then bolted off from the location, never looking back. Aaaah! What am I doing?! Stupid stupid stupid! She slapped her own forehead, she just threw away a fresh loaf of bread out of nowhere! What were the odds of that happening again? Almost non-existent as far as she was concerned.
Her dirty feet brought her home, she almost reached the Sunset Quarters when she felt a tap on her right shoulder. "Eeek?!" The girl screamed and abruptly turned around, her widened green eyes found the image of the very same old woman standing before her. E-eh?! H-how? Did the woman follow her? Impossible, those frail body couldn't take her far. This must be some other woman identical to the previous one. "W-what do you want?" She backed away slightly as the old woman reached the fold of her coat, taking out... a loaf of bread. "W-wha-?!" The bread was in the same shape, this woman was the one she gave the bread to. So shocked at the revelation, Rachel just stood there as the woman approached her, took her left hand, and gave the back the bread in the same manner as she did.
"I sense that your heart is pure, child." The woman caressed Rachel's right hand. The touch felt so comforting and warm, the girl didn't feel a single repulstion, she just stared in awe. Being so close with the old woman, she could see two slightly glowing beautiful eyes of hers. "W-woah..." Who was this woman?
"What's your name, child?"
"U-uhm... Rachel, Madame."
"I see, Rachel. Can I become your friend?"
The girl could understand her, the woman wanted to be her friend as a sign of gratitude. Of course, she would accept. "Of course! I'll be your friend. But, don't you want the bread, Madame?" The woman didn't answer right away, she leaned in and gently kissed the girl's right palm, comforting yellow light flashing from the contact. When the woman pulled away, a slightly glowing vortex-mark could be seen on Rachel's palm.
"I am Priskil, child. From today on, you are my friend." She gently ruffled the girl's dirty blonde hair as she stood up. "Be good, my friend Rachel." With those gentle words, the old woman walked away, leaving a bewildered girl staring in agape, the bread still clutched on her left hand.
Acquired in:Pits And Hits. A golden ring given to her by Medhozic, a male Ethaefal, as payment for her tutoring services. The Ethaefal said the ring reminded him of his bleak past and wanted to get rid of it, Rachel accepted the payment, but would not sell it, it was Medhozic's keepsake and she felt she would dishonor herself by throwing it away for some mizas.
Ledger
Winter 513 AV
Purchase
Cost
Total
Starting Money
+100 GM
100 GM
Steel Longsword
-15 GM
85 GM
Steel Dagger
-2 GM
83 GM
Studded Gauntlets
-5 GM
78 GM
Studded Leather Armor
-25 GM
53 GM
Light Crossbow
-35 GM
18 GM
Crossbow Bolts (20)
-2 GM
16 GM
Herald's Arms Dinner Fee
-5 GM
11 GM
Teaching Fee
+5 GM
16 GM
Teaching Fee
+5 GM
21 GM
Buckler Steel Shield
-15 GM
6 GM
Spring 514 AV
Purchase
Cost
Total
Winter 513 A.V Wages
+1104 GM
1110 GM
Winter 513 A.V Expenses (Common)
-135 GM
985 GM
Half-Plate Armor
-600 GM
385 GM
Besagues
-50 GM
335 GM
Helmet, Chin Guard
-50 GM
285 GM
Avantail
-20 GM
265 GM
Helmet, Great Helm
-30 GM
235 GM
Scabbard
-4 GM
231 GM
Scabbard, Dagger
-2 GM
229 GM
Practice Dummy, Advanced
-50 GM
179 GM
Training Post, Elaborate
-15 GM
164 GM
Teaching Fee
+5 GM
169 GM
Summer 514 AV
Purchase
Cost
Total
Spring 514 A.V Expenses (Common)
-135 GM
34 GM
Spring 514 A.V Wages
+1092 GM
1126 GM
Job Data
Workplace :
Rachel works at the Anthonius Fighter's Pit as a Weapon Training Instructor. Base pay: 8 GM/day
Name: Jon Wakefield Race: Human DoB: 15th of Spring 497 A.V PoB: Syliras Skills: 30 Weapon: Longsword, 10 Unarmed Combat, 5 Weapon: Crossbow, 5 Flux Additional Info: The eldest son of Christ Wakefield and Susan Wakefield, Jon is a spirited young man, idealistic, and dreams big like boys his age. He was born, and bred in the Fortress City of Peace. Inspired by the bravery and deeds of the Syliran Knight, Jon hopes for one day joining the Order, but before that, the boy wants to train his body and soul first. One day, he came to the Anthonius Fighter's Pit to train and there, he met with his would-be favorite Combat Instructor, a blond woman named Rachel Messer.
The pair bonded through their Mentor-Student relationship and Jon promises to join the Order someday together with Rachel.
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Rachel Messer 
by Rachel Messer on December 1st, 2013, 3:32 pm 
