Sapphire
| Sapphire | |||||||
| Female Earth Genasi | |||||||
| Player: -LucidDream- (lucid on forum) | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Unknown | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | Clank, Pebbles | |||||||||
| Age: | 23 | |||||||||
| Deity: | Ogremoch (OOC!) | |||||||||
| Alignment: |
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| Occupation: | Bodyguard, Mercenary | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | Freelance | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Stonemire (OOC!), Plane of Earth | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 5'2" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 420 lbs (looks 100) | |||||||||
| Eyes: | sapphire...literally gemstones | |||||||||
| Hair: | silver...literally metallic | |||||||||
| Complexion: | alabaster...literally stony | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Slim and athletic | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Seemingly carved from stone herself, her wrists and hands bear many small nicks like chisel scars | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Smacking things, cracking things, intimidate and taunt | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
| ARMOR: Tight-knit chainmail instead of cloth, with plate armor attached roughshod, a minotaur helm of strength, big shield. WEAPONS: Vampiric waraxe, hammer of impact, Ravager halberd, and thrown axes. A Spider statuette she carries can animate. USEABLES: Carries many potions but no scrolls or wands. | ||||||||||
Appearance
Physically, at first glance, she is a cute little thing, but closer inspection shows her oddness. Literally appearing to be a living statue, she has strange gemstone eyes and wire hair that does not blow in the wind, her skin a lusterless, smooth, off-white with the texture of stone. She also has a very hard look to her in the metaphorical sense, something in her aspect giving the impression that your life is utterly irrelevant to her. The constant hint of disdain on her unusual features combine to make her more disturbing than attractive to most who view her.
Her flesh is incredibly dense, fully resistant to mundane damage and taking an extraordinary amount of punishment to disable. When it does get pierced, as oft happens in her violent life, her blood appears to be mud, and dries into a light grey cake of clay instead of a scab, which crumbles away when fully healed. Often underestimated due to looking like a petite teenage cheerleader, she weighs four times what she appears, and despite her small size she is deceptively strong...she is quite capable of lifting a fully grown minotaur over her head and hurling it against a wall.
"Ah'm a good girl, Ah am...oh so solid."
Attitude
Sapphire is a rude-mouthed, bitchy brawler who revels in being as common as dirt. Though she almost never swings first, she is well known to instigate trouble when it suits her, yearning for a scrap to begin. She is infuriatingly snide and abrasive when she wishes to be, seemingly able to bring even a modron to a boil with her practiced smack-talk. Her manner is that of a sneering street thug leaning against a lamppost, defiant and mouthy, willing to come off the wall at someone who's game but just as content to lounge and trade insults. Quite clever for a bruiser, but utterly uneducated, her intelligence can best be described as "street smarts". She has a cold, empty sort of stare that wins many fights for her before they even begin...she is quite adept at exploiting the creepy factor of her eyes.
"They say walkin' be good fer yer health. Ye might wanna start."
Occupation
For work she tends to offer herself as a bodyguard, or to apply her strength in a mercenary fashion. She often works for little or no pay, if she thinks the "cred" will be good. She typically tries to work for those she thinks can further the advancement of her reputation in some way, either directly through material gain, or by getting her name dropped among their tasty contacts. She fills her contracts fastidiously, often trying to go above and beyond to impress her employer, if she thinks they're worth impressing.
"Broken things! Get yer broken things, 'ere! Big things, heavy things...constructed things, living things... parts of living things..."
Philosophy
- Life, like gold, must be mined...take what's there, and leave the gravel.
- Work the system and be damned who gets tampled.
- Better to stand on a hill of bones than be part of one.
- A Boss in need is a Boss you can bleed.
- The universe itself dispenses Justice...everyone gets exactly what they deserve.
- In the arena, you don't win by beating your opponent...you win by filling the stands.
She is overly concerned with her "rep", and the concept of Face has a large part in her dogma. As a former pit-fighter, she knows how to work a crowd, and is less concerned with winning and losing than how she looks in the process. While she does move from Boss to Boss fairly often, she is quite loyal while employed, as selling out would get her money but destroy her reputation as a reliable pinch-hitter.
She is an interesting example of a Lawful who disdains Laws. In her world, The Law is simply one of many environmental pressures, and one which has little play in the way things actually work. The Law can arrest you and punish you, and if they do, you deserve it...because you couldn't stop them, evade them, or just plain side-step them in the first place. They're useful in their way, she uses them to play to the crowd, and hell... they themselves can be played as sure as any crowd. But Society at its lowest levels has rules, not laws. Down in the ditches, it's a dog-eat-dog world, and the only reason anyone gives the police any authority is the most basic: they have swords.
"But lots'a folk got swords, berk. Y're a damn fool fer ignoring th' others, 'cause the Harmonium will never be everywhere. And it's just damned easy t' be where they're not."
Beginnings
Her origins on the plane of Earth are obscure, but it's clear she didn't come from anywhere nice. She gives wildly conflicting tales to explain her birth, whatever pile of BS amuses her at the moment, but the fact is she herself doesn't know how she came into the world.
"Funny thing...they tells me Ah was there, but Ah don' recollect th' occasion."
She often speaks of her many years of having been a pit-fighter, and claims to have been taken to fights in the city of Abriymoch in Phlegethos, the fourth layer of Hell, but otherwise is very vague on the details of her early life.
Knowledge of the plane of Earth alone rarely unearths any gems of information about her, as the place she comes from is notoriously isolated and hostile. To those intricately familiar with the ways of Stonemire, and the cults of the Stone Tyrant, the marks on her hands and wrists may tell some of the tale that has unfolded since her birth, and perhaps offer some hint of how she might have come to be at all. For the learned planeswalker can surely see she has no trace of Genie blood, so however she was spawned was nothing to do with the Dao.
"Do Ah get t' talk about your mama next, y' damn turd-burglar?? Go suck a ditch."