Abagail Shultz

Abagail Shultz
Aqulonian
22
Damak

This is a tanned, blond and blue eyed Aqulonian. She is tall, gangly, akward, underdeveloped and undernourished. Her arms and hands are scared and she has freckles. Simling easily, she seemes over the top as she gestures wildly while speaking.
Her hair is unevenly shorn, hacked away and a few stray strands indicate that she once had hair at least to below her shoulders.

Her background is really unknown as she doesn't speak of it. She looks to have been from a wealthy family though now she looks more like a vegabound, travelling from city to city alone, and trying to make do in the wilds.

Simply, she just wants a place to call home, and a family would be nice too.
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It was a cold night she made her way from Brandock Village, her calfs sore from sprinting then climbing up the nearest tree away from a wolf wanting to make an example of her. Tears streaming down her cheeks she tried to scrunch her long form onto the branch she was sitting on, her back against the bark as the animal below snapped at her, smoke coming from its mouth. She shivered, partly from the cold and mostly from the fear that was making her cold. Looking up again, she noticed something in the distance. A city! Perhaps she could stay there at least one night.. that is, if she could get there before freezing to death in this tree. Suddenly she had an idea, carefully reaching behind her, she pulled off her pack and opened it, digging through it. Smiling, she pried a rat from the trap it was in while hoping this city was hospitable and would offer her food. Abagail dangled the dead animal by it's tail at the wolf then flung it outwards into the distance.
The wolf, turned in the direction the rat was thrown then looked back up at the girl, unimpressed and slightly insulted. Well, this is it, she thought to herself. I'm going to die up here. Sighing, she stretched out, her long feet dangling from the end of the branch and closed her eyes, knowing it would be slow and painful.
In the distance, she heard a howl and to her surprise, the wolf threw it's head back and replied. This went on only briefly before the animal gave her one more look, then turned his back on her and walked off. Abagail watched him go until he was only a dot on the horizion. Unbelieving of her luck she looked around before climbing down and heading in the direction of the city.

It wasn't much of a city, she learned. the starting of walls were around, as well as the starting of shops and in the middle of it all a lone keep stood. There didn't seem to be anyone present either. Abagail was sorry she threw her dinner away. Still, this would be a roof over her head for a night or so. Spying the fireplace she started the motions of building a fire. She rolled out her tattered bedroll and crawled into it, turning on her side and staring into the flame, waiting for warmth and sleep to come...

((Nice roleplay start, fits with our 'city' in-game as it is now. I'm sure Kahlid will be happy to continue this))

Nice start. The name Abigail Schultz isn't very aquilonian though.

(( I like it, its different and the character description is good. It gives a good idea of the image and persona of your character. Good luck ))

Lapis wrote:

Nice start. The name Abigail Schultz isn't very aquilonian though.

(( to be honest, Lapis dosen't really make me think Stygian, I think Abigail is fitting, perhaps not Shultz, sounds more cimmerian maybe, but it's not mcl0rd3ath and the roleplay is good sofar.))

Abagail turned on her back, one long arm slung across her head, covering her eyes. She snored loudly, a line of drool at the corner of her mouth. The images in her head were blurred and disjointed. A field, a woman, herself. Groaning softly, she turned her head slightly to the side and opened one eye. There was the edge of a robe. Her other eye followed and Abagail sat up quickly, the bedroll around her and drool drying on her chin. She looked up at him fearfully "Hello!" she squeaked a little too loudly.

Abagail's eyes widened and she felt her mouth open but didn't hear the scream she emited as she curled her long limbs around her protectively. I'm I'm I'm sorrrry! she hiccuped. I didn't mean to .. no no one was here I I . Please don't kill me! I will leave your home immidiately! She eyed the minions fearfully backing a bit and putting as much distance between them and her as possible. She stopped when she felt near unbearable heat against her back. She tried to stand but couldn't seem to get her legs moving and when she was finally able to, the bedroll was tangled around her legs. She looked at the eyes. Mr. Damak I swear, you'll never see me again, just don't kill me!

She weighed his question in her mind, her eyes wide as the minions dropped dead at the snap of the man's fingers. looking at them she could only utter, Uhm.. Slowly her eyes made their way up his form and to his face again, relieved there was a face there still even and not the thunderclouds that consumed all by his eyes before. Little .. girl. Me? she frowned, looking as if she wanted to say more but decided against it for she was afraid he would change his mind about letting her live. Instead, she cleared her throat a little and shook her head. No Sir! I'm not a pict or a barbarian. They are a threat to me too! So are wolves! I didn't know I was near cubs honest! Oh and flowers Sir! They also threaten me! she babbled on and on about that that she felt threatened by not really thinking, just her mouth moving on it's own.

After her tirade on pirates she trailed off, giving him a cautious look before thinking to herself You're pretty intimidating too, Sir. Out loud she murmured another apology, then, Mr. Kahlid, do you think Mr. Damak would let me stay here if I spoke with him myself? I'll work! The man had asked a question but she couldn't remember what it was. He's going to think I'm stupid if I ask him to ask again, she thought. She chose to ignore it completely and just stare up at him blankly