Juliana
Apr 4, 2012 12:38:00 GMT -6
Post by Juliana on Apr 4, 2012 12:38:00 GMT -6
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NAME: Juliana
TITLE: none
AFFILIATION: Sol
AGE: 20
OCCUPATION: Hunter
LIKES:
hunting
horseback riding
witty banter
exploring
her dog (Pepin)
DISLIKES:
arrogance
incompetance
laziness
cruelty
deceit
QUIRKS/HABITS: Juliana tends to take long walks in the morning, enjoying the fresh crisp air and letting her mind wander in the countryside’s near silence. She also has a habit of biting her lower lip when nervous.
FEARS:
bears
dying before she’s done something significant in life
TOXIC SECRET: It’s a hard truth that her profession is dominated by males; butchers tend to trust and pay more money to a male hunter versus a female. Therefore, Juliana goes by the name Julian and acts like a boy when selling her meat. She's certain that if her true identity were discovered, her reputation would suffer.
FATHER: Wimarc, hunter - deceased
MOTHER: Agnes - deceased
OTHERS: none
HISTORY: Juliana was born and raised in a small countryside home. Her mother died giving birth to her, leaving Wimarc, the father, to raise the newborn baby girl. Wimarc was an exceptionally talented hunter, though he did not know much of his late wife’s duties such as vegetable farming and sewing. Therefore, Wimarc taught his daughter the things he knew best and soon, Juliana became a remarkable huntress with natural skill that rivaled her father’s. He taught her the tasks of skinning, tanning, and preparing freshly caught meat for the butcher, as well as navigation and how to sell and haggle.
Shortly after Juliana turned sixteen, she and her father decided to go on a bear hunt expedition. They were successful in tracking down a large female bear but unluckily, this particular bear had recently suffered the loss of her cub and attacked the two hunters with a vengeance. Juliana escaped with injury but her father was not as lucky. The bear first attacked Juliana, throwing her against a large tree and slicing open her torso simultaneously; before it could move in to kill her, Wimarc leapt in and attempted to fight the bear. He successfully wounded it but only just before getting thrown to the ground and mauled.
Juliana had notched her arrow by then and released it just before the bear threw its final blow to her father. Her aim was true, killing the bear immediately. Unfortunately, Wimarc did not survive the attack; his body was too traumatized and broken, coupled with the massive loss of blood. Juliana still has three deep scars running at an angle across her abdomen to this day, serving as a constant reminder of the horror of seeing her father mauled to death by a crazed bear.
Juliana continues to hunt and makes a good profit off of her goods, though she lives a rather lonely lifestyle. She remains in the small house that she was born and raised in, her only companions being her faithful hunting dog and well-trained horse.
In order to sell the meat from her hunts, Juliana disguises herself as a boy and visits cities like Avonderre. The butchers and people know her there only as the mysterious but incredibly skilled Julian. The people of Sol know her as her true self: the kind and witty Juliana.
RP SAMPLE: Damien nearly scowled at the paper lying beneath his hands as he scrawled his name across another signature line. He sensed someone take a seat beside him but thought nothing of it and continued his business.
He flipped the page and breathed out in relief to find that it was the final one. Damien's eyes scanned over the lines, making sure that he understood every last bit of the contract. He leaned forward again and pressed the pen to the paper, listening to the vigorous scratching noise it made as he signed his name one last time.
The bartender mentioned something about not serving minors, but Damien didn't pay attention or even glance over at the person sitting beside him. Instead, he gathered up the papers and tapped the edges against the bar table so they stood evenly with each other.
He stopped abruptly however, when the person beside him spoke up.
Damien quickly looked over to see Boone holding out an identification card for the bartender to inspect. He dropped the somewhat neatly stacked papers in front of him and stared at Boone shortly as a drink was slid across the dark, glossy wood.
Damien opened his mouth slightly to say something but quickly stopped himself as visions of his last meeting with Boone came back to him. It hurt to remember the incident but now Damien felt uncertain; did Boone still hate his guts? And should he get up and walk away? -- after all, Damien wasn't the best influence at this point in his life.
Upon closer and quick inspection though, Damien thought better of it and remained glued to his seat. Boone didn't look very good at all; something bad was obviously bothering him and Damien didn't like the feeling he was getting from it. A bubbling sort of anger arose within him lightly at the thought of someone or something causing Boone grief.
The only problem was....did Boone even want to talk about it? (especially with Damien now, of all people)
"Hey," he found himself finally saying gruffly, hoping that Boone wouldn't bolt the moment he realized who he was sitting next to.
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