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 ▼ +++++++++++++++++Jezebel Kay+++++++++++++++++ ▼"War does not determine who's right. War determines who's left"
This will only take a minute▪ Name tag's right here ▪ Jezebel Kay▪ Oh, no, don't start with the pet names ▪ Jezebele
▪ Do I see some gray in there? ▪ Eight and Twenty
▪ Jeez, you can't tell? ▪ Female
▪ Don't freak out over the tail ▪ Horse
▪ Stay off my turf ▪ Nikac
▪ Here I am in the pecking order ▪ Nikac Leader
There's more than meets the eye▪ I sure hope the mirror doesn't crack ▪
Jezebele is a slender woman in appearance, and doesn't appear to be able to handle much physical activity. She really can't, as far as the standard fighting strength goes in these times of war. She comes in at about 5'6'', with a sturdy weight of 120 lbs. She has a dark complexion, permanently tan skin and dark hair that falls in waves down her back. Jezebele has gently arching dark eyebrows which accent her large, dark eyes.
Her animal is an Arabian mare, a desert worthy horse about 15 hands tall from hoof to withers. Her fur is a deep brown, reaching almost black across her dorsal and on her legs, giving her a bay appearance. She has a white sock on both forelegs, giving accent to the delicate dark hooves. Her deep brown eyes show a keen intelligence, as is masked by a silky mane of an equal or darker even shade. Across her forehead is a large white patch stretching down her muzzle and across her face.
▪ If I can do it, it ain't bragging ▪
Jezebele is more of a strategist than a fighter. She wields the sword well, able to dispatch opponents, even if not altogether gracefully. Her strength is of the mind, a quick thinker and an alert listener.
▪ The mind works in strange and interesting ways ▪
Jezebele doesn't like being nagged to do certain things that are required in her position, but she doesn't believe anyone else of her tribe competent enough to rule well in her position. Quiet yet blunt, she is known to get quite irritable occasionally. In spite of these things, she is reasonably well liked among the Nikac, gaining loyalty from the majority of the populace.
▪ The best story you'll ever read ▪
Jezebelle was born to two soldiers, by the names of Kip and Ariadne Kay. At her birth, Ariadne retired form the battlefield to rear her at home, letting her live a warm, safe life, away form the war. Many years passed, and Jezebele learned more and more of the political workings here, before her father came back from the battlefield, bloody and half crazed.
Apparently, the Rubian had captured Kip months before, taking him as prisoner and beating him over and over for information about their battle tactics. After several weeks of this interrogation, they had deemed his silence insufficient and let him loose, half starved. A band of scouting Nikac found him not long after, rushing him back to the main camp.
Ariadne was furious, to say the least, and started paying less attention to Jezebelle and more to Kip, nursing him back to health. Jezebelle helped, for a time, saddened by her father's wounds and terror. After many long months, by the time Jezebelle was ten and two; her father was as back to normal as her could be. He began teaching her the fundamentals of self defense. After she had a grasp on those, he moved on to swordplay. Although she was a quick learner, she never found the pleasure in fighting as she did in solving a problem the tribe was facing at any given moment.
When she was ten and nine, their leader, Groven, was overthrown by a man by the name of Filder. He was a good fighter, yes, but he had no handle on how to ration the tribe's foodstuffs well, which in turn made Jezebelle angry. Kip continued to show her the workings of the tribe's political structure, and Jezebelle started to watch.
Over the next six years she watched with anger and grief as Filder was running the Nikac into destruction, sending out suicidal attempts to destroy Rubian, cutting down their numbers. By this point, her parents both were retired from their military careers, living happily and contently in their quarters. She approached them one day and asked for council, spilling out her thoughts on how terribly the tribe was suffering and how Filder needed to be overthrown. Kip and Ariadne looked at each other, then back at her, telling Jezebel to overthrow him herself.
Shocked though she was, she took the consideration to heart, waiting for another moon to pass before challenging, thinking of a challenge Filder could not refuse yet she would surely win against.
She made the challenge one of wits. She offered him two swords, one old (her father's broadsword), and one new (a recently forged broadsword). The new one was forged wrong, therefore having fissures deep within the metal. She said naught of that, for any leader should know a good sword form a bad one. Filder too the new one, deeming the old one too fragile and it became a fight to the death.
After twenty minutes of intense fighting, her father's sword struck the newer blade and shivered, before the newer steel cracking along the grain, falling to the ground. Although she didn't want to do this, she ran him through with the old sword to complete the deed; otherwise he would not be overthrown, thus becoming the new leader.
Over the next four years, she led the Nikac with what she thought was the best course of action. With is she toned down the severity of the battles, letting her tribe regroup. Now it is at the present, and she is ready to plan some more risky moves, trying to gain her people conquest, resources, and glory.
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's...▪ Who the heck is this?! ▪ Wings of Hindrence RP
 Aribis · Fri Jun 05, 2009 @ 03:16am · 0 Comments |
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