Post by Rieth on Dec 22, 2012 16:07:47 GMT -5
Summary:
A little firecracker, Rieth prides herself on not taking shit from anyone. After training she ended up being the youngest on her squad, and quite the little overachiever. Names would not be named, but a man had decided to put the 'little girl' in her place after she showed him up in a marksman contest. He was rewarded with a broken face, bruised pride, and a discharge from the service.
Growing up, she was often told by the crew that she'd better marry rich, because that's all she'd have in life. Not because of her, but because of her parents, because of her upbringing. Instead of accepting her fate, Rieth decided to challenge their opinions and change what they assumed her fate would be. She is a perfectionist of the worst(or best) kind, and will not stop working on something until it is done to the best it can be. This goes from projects, to jobs, to anything she puts herself into.
Character Worksheet
Physical Description: Small and compact with short black hair and bright blue eyes.
Name: Rieth
Phonetic Name: Ree th
Species: Mirialan
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Hair: Black
Eyes: Bright sky blue
Skin Tone/Complexion: Lighter shade of green
Height: 5'2”
Weight: 130 lbs
Scars: Most notably, faint scars on her knuckles from fighting.
Tattoos: Two triangle type tattoos under her eyes. Given to her when she was young for being a good marksman.
Build: Petite but toned
Left/Right Handed: Ambidextrous
Commonly Worn Clothing: Usually her white and black plasteel, but she's slowly starting to embrace fashion(ie: regular clothes).
Other Misc. Physical Descriptors: None as of yet
Background: Both parents were in less than lucrative business practices, and growing up meant a lot of time on the ship or whatever space station they were docked at. As she got older her parents tried to teach her the ropes of their trade, but she rejected it. After a couple bad runs with men, Rieth decided to enlist and be done with that and her parents for good.
Birthplace: Aboard Pandora's Box, her parents' ship.
Named For/After: That isn't known by her.
Childhood: Spent a lot of time either with the crew or alone. That's when she learned how to take guns apart and put them back together real fast.
Parents: Both dead now, probably.
Parenting Style: Let the kid to their own devices, they'll figure stuff out.
Result of Parenting: An independent nature and wariness to get emotionally close.
Spouse/Lover: None
Children: None
Spoken Languages: Basic, Mirialan
Written Languages: Basic, Mirialan
Favorite Uttered Saying: “Oh for fuck's sake...”
Drinks: Whatever is offered, she doesn't take time to learn drink names.
Smokes: Not at all ever.
Favorite Foods: Savory, meaty dishes.
Favorite Drinks: Iced tea or anything cold.
Speech quirks: She'll lose Basic grammar after a certain point of anger.
Personality Qualities: Steadfast and loyal friend, doesn't believe in lying.
Personality Flaws: Incredibly short fuse, often acts before thinking.
Profession: Soldier, mercenary.
Skill Sets: Guns and tactics, NOT diplomacy.
Hobbies: Crafting guns/explosives, learning how to be social.
Religious Beliefs: She has no real religious beliefs to speak of.
Motivations/Emotions:
Primary Drive (What makes your character go?): The desire to keep busy, make credits, and maybe meet people. The more she becomes social, the more people will start meaning to her.
How Does Your Character Deal With Certain Emotions? What drives them to certain emotions?
Love: It scares her a little.
Happiness: She seeks it out, but happiness means a clean gun, a warm bed, and a job well done.
Lust: Bottles it up and takes care of it later.
Anger: Embraces it, it's one emotion she understands.
Hate: She doesn't like to actively hate, because that makes people bitter. She'd rather deal with whatever it is, then move on.
Fear: Shoots it, or yells at it. The only thing that scares her really is closeness.
Sadness: Grouse about on her ship.
Way of Things:
Fight/Flight/Panic: Fight
Sassy/Casual/Cold: Sassy, mostly.
Introvert/Extrovert: Right in the middle.
Calm/Eccentric: Calm
Alcoholic/Sober: Sober
Social/Reserved: Reserved
Lover/Fighter: Fighter
A little firecracker, Rieth prides herself on not taking shit from anyone. After training she ended up being the youngest on her squad, and quite the little overachiever. Names would not be named, but a man had decided to put the 'little girl' in her place after she showed him up in a marksman contest. He was rewarded with a broken face, bruised pride, and a discharge from the service.
Growing up, she was often told by the crew that she'd better marry rich, because that's all she'd have in life. Not because of her, but because of her parents, because of her upbringing. Instead of accepting her fate, Rieth decided to challenge their opinions and change what they assumed her fate would be. She is a perfectionist of the worst(or best) kind, and will not stop working on something until it is done to the best it can be. This goes from projects, to jobs, to anything she puts herself into.
Character Worksheet
Physical Description: Small and compact with short black hair and bright blue eyes.
Name: Rieth
Phonetic Name: Ree th
Species: Mirialan
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Hair: Black
Eyes: Bright sky blue
Skin Tone/Complexion: Lighter shade of green
Height: 5'2”
Weight: 130 lbs
Scars: Most notably, faint scars on her knuckles from fighting.
Tattoos: Two triangle type tattoos under her eyes. Given to her when she was young for being a good marksman.
Build: Petite but toned
Left/Right Handed: Ambidextrous
Commonly Worn Clothing: Usually her white and black plasteel, but she's slowly starting to embrace fashion(ie: regular clothes).
Other Misc. Physical Descriptors: None as of yet
Background: Both parents were in less than lucrative business practices, and growing up meant a lot of time on the ship or whatever space station they were docked at. As she got older her parents tried to teach her the ropes of their trade, but she rejected it. After a couple bad runs with men, Rieth decided to enlist and be done with that and her parents for good.
Birthplace: Aboard Pandora's Box, her parents' ship.
Named For/After: That isn't known by her.
Childhood: Spent a lot of time either with the crew or alone. That's when she learned how to take guns apart and put them back together real fast.
Parents: Both dead now, probably.
Parenting Style: Let the kid to their own devices, they'll figure stuff out.
Result of Parenting: An independent nature and wariness to get emotionally close.
Spouse/Lover: None
Children: None
Spoken Languages: Basic, Mirialan
Written Languages: Basic, Mirialan
Favorite Uttered Saying: “Oh for fuck's sake...”
Drinks: Whatever is offered, she doesn't take time to learn drink names.
Smokes: Not at all ever.
Favorite Foods: Savory, meaty dishes.
Favorite Drinks: Iced tea or anything cold.
Speech quirks: She'll lose Basic grammar after a certain point of anger.
Personality Qualities: Steadfast and loyal friend, doesn't believe in lying.
Personality Flaws: Incredibly short fuse, often acts before thinking.
Profession: Soldier, mercenary.
Skill Sets: Guns and tactics, NOT diplomacy.
Hobbies: Crafting guns/explosives, learning how to be social.
Religious Beliefs: She has no real religious beliefs to speak of.
Motivations/Emotions:
Primary Drive (What makes your character go?): The desire to keep busy, make credits, and maybe meet people. The more she becomes social, the more people will start meaning to her.
How Does Your Character Deal With Certain Emotions? What drives them to certain emotions?
Love: It scares her a little.
Happiness: She seeks it out, but happiness means a clean gun, a warm bed, and a job well done.
Lust: Bottles it up and takes care of it later.
Anger: Embraces it, it's one emotion she understands.
Hate: She doesn't like to actively hate, because that makes people bitter. She'd rather deal with whatever it is, then move on.
Fear: Shoots it, or yells at it. The only thing that scares her really is closeness.
Sadness: Grouse about on her ship.
Way of Things:
Fight/Flight/Panic: Fight
Sassy/Casual/Cold: Sassy, mostly.
Introvert/Extrovert: Right in the middle.
Calm/Eccentric: Calm
Alcoholic/Sober: Sober
Social/Reserved: Reserved
Lover/Fighter: Fighter