Lucy Colburn

[Lucy Colburn]

+ Lucy Colburn + Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 20 Height: 165cm (5'4") Weight: 60kg (132lbs) Born: 8th Day of Autumn, 491 AV Birthplace: Zeltiva Languages: Common (Fluent) Heirloom: Mother's old hairkit Housing: Cottage in the Old Quarter

+ Likes and Dislikes + A fan of acrobatics and swimming, Lucy is a curious and inquisitive person who loves learning new things. She loves discovering and exploring new places/areas. She loves the very notion of adventure, kindled into her by the stories told by her father. She also loves making new friends and meeting new people. Another thing she is rather fond of is fighting or rather being in combat. She dislikes warm weather,and so always tries to dress in as little clothing as possible in the warm seasons of the year. She also strongly dislikes rude people.

+ Phyiscal Characteristics + Lucy weights around sixty-five kilograms, and stands at one hundred and seventy centimetres tall. The hair framing Lucy's beautifully shaped face is a rich shade of chestnut brown that flows down her shoulders in slight curls before ending just above chest level. She strives to maintain her hair length, ensuring that it never gets too long or too short. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, are a warm hazel-green, like the leaves of trees approaching autumn. Her skin is only slightly tanned despite spending most of her time outdoors. Blessed with a well-endowed body, she is tall and curvy. Conditioned by her training and activities, her body is also toned and athletic. Any who judge her to be weak or frail would be in for a nasty surprise that should teach them a lesson to judge a book by its cover. Lucy tends to favour close-fitting outfits as opposed to loose and baggy ones. The clothing she can normally be seen in are a snug-fitting white blouse and a similarly tight-fitting brown breeches. Both her top and bottoms are worn with age, having seen a considerable amount of use. She completes her outfit with a brown leather boots. + Character Concept + Lucy is a kind and polite individual. Witty and possessing a great sense of humour, she always seeks to make new friends, and has keen interest in learning new things. She craves adventure and excitement in her life. With an with an insatiable curiosity, she is not one to be seen lazing around, and can often be seen wandering about, learning new things, exploring or discovering new places. A determined individual, she tends to be stubborn at times, insisting on doing things her way. She is prone to being over-emotional, allowing it to cloud her judgement. She also tends to be reckless at certain occasions, but in most cases, she analyses the situation before going in. She is not a fan of going in blindly into matters. Slow to anger, she has a high tolerance towards people, resulting in her magnanimous nature. She can be rather headstrong at times, but gain her trust and respect, and you've gotten yourself a valuable friend and ally. She can be very passionate about what she believes in, and will do whatever it takes to achieve her goal. Lucy is also no stranger to fun, and also always believes in having a good time whenever one can. She longs for companionship, always on the lookout for someone that she can click with, and to laugh and joke with. Although she is currently applying to be a freelancer mercenary, she intends to be a performing acrobat in the future.

+ Backstory + Lucy was born to a mid level family in Zeltiva. Her family belonged neither to the poorest nor the richest. Her father was a carpenter and her mother a seamstress. Her father wasn't your average carpenter though, in his younger days, he used to be a mercenary and an adventurer, and only retired after he was on the receiving end of a bad leg injury, that finally put his fighting days to an end. When Lucy was young, he would regale the young girl with her favourite anecdotes of his travels. He would tell her one daily as part of her bedtime stories. She grew so fond of it, that she would refuse to sleep, until she have had her fill of one for the night. When she grew older, the young girl blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She grew to become real interested in acrobatics after a performance at the Lightshow Theatre. She then told her father that she wanted to be a performing acrobat one day as well. He laughed at the revelation and told her that she'd better work hard then. But she had no one to teach her, and despite daily practice, her progress was slow. Eventually, she managed to secure an arrangement with one of the acrobats to teach her some of her skills. But on the day, she saw her father polishing his old gladius, she asked him for a demonstration of the weapon. After the skilfully done demonstration, Lucy was transfixed by the art of the blade, and she begged for her dearest father to teach her his combat kills. Being an acrobat, was pushed to the back of her mind. She had now decided that she too wanted to become a mercenary, like he once was. Her mother was originally vehemently opposed to it, distraught at the thought of losing her daughter. She eventually came through, after seeing how much her only daughter wanted it. Her father, happy with whatever his darling daughter wanted, began to impart his skills of the blade to her. Then began the rest of training, which included endurance training among many others. Her training and practice continued daily, as she improved her skills steadily. In the winter of 513 AV, her mother fell gravely ill, and no amount of medicine or treatment seemed to help. She showed no signs of recovery whatsoever. She eventually passed on, leaving just two of them alone in the home with their insurmountable grief. Her father turned to drinking, and never smiled again. He would spend day and night in the taverns, drinking his sorrows away. Lucy had to learn to fend for herself, living as thought she was alone. It was only a bell after midnight, that her father would return drunkenly, making a fool of himself. Lucy was terribly upset at the pathetic state he had been reduced to. The once proud and happy man had been reduced to a hollow shell of what he once was, and that saddened her beyond belief. One faithful night, her father failed to return from the tavern, like he usually did. She had no clue as she slept early that night, unaware that her father had gone missing. The next morning, upon discovering his disappearance, she scoured the entire city for him, but found not a single clue as to his whereabouts. She trudged home in defeat, lamenting at the fact that she was now an orphan, with both of her parents gone.

+ Skills + Skill name EXP Total Proficiency Weapon: Gladius 15 RB +15 SP 30 Competent Swimming 10 SP 10 Novice Acrobatics 15 SP 15 Novice Unarmed Combat 10 SP 10 Novice + Lores + Lore of Zeltiva Street Layout Lore of Zeltiva Culture + Possessions + 1 Pair of Clothing Description 1 Simple Cotton Shirt A simple form-fitting white shirt worn from use. 1 Simple Cotton Breeches A dark brown cotton pair of worn breeches. 1 Simple Linen Undergarments A white simple no-nonsense pair. 1 Simple Cotton Cloak A simple brown cloak to keep out the cold. 1 Simple Leather Boots A simple pair of worn brown leather boots. Item Quantity Waterskin One Comb(Wood) One Brush(Wood) One Hair Kit One Basic Toiletries One Soap One Razor One Balanced Rations One Week's Worth Eating knife One Flint & Steel One Rucksack One Hairkit(Heirloom) One Gold Mizas One + Ledger + Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Gladius -45 GM 55GM Swimming Goggles -15 GM 40GM Leather Armour -10 GM 30GM