Post by contact on Nov 27, 2011 0:24:21 GMT -8
Name: Onyx Aaron Devonshire
Gender: Female
Age: 60
Class: Paladin
Profession: Protector, Blacksmith.
Gender: Female
Age: 60
Class: Paladin
Profession: Protector, Blacksmith.
Appearance:
Onyx is old and weathered from many battles. Her once jet black hair has turned a silky grey, and her once bone white, beautiful skin has become cracked and spotted. She doesn't looked young for her age, but she doesn't looked old. Her cold blue eyes keep her middle ages strong in appearance, but there be a wisdom lurking behind them. One that no ordinary man could find. It's intimidating face.
Once reckless and hyperactive, the lioness has calmed, and so has her style. To date, she wears an earth toned mexican poncho that she's kept from her years as a knight's page, with hand crafted chainmail underneath. She were a pair of gauntlets about her most of them time and at her base are leather paints with long steel riding boots~ sharpened toes with deadly looking kneecapped. Sometimes, when called out to battle, she'll wear her father's helm and her long grey hair will flow through the back.
Personality:
Onyx appears hard to outsiders who come into the territory of Adasti. Being the strongest member of the region, she's grown to understand she's their sworn protector. It is this reason that she will often take a while to analyze if one is worth her trust. She's still on the edge with a few members of the Adasti community. Perhaps, this is the reason she's managed to stay unmarried for so long. That, and a strong sense of duty, pride, and responsibly.
However, if such intruders stay a while and prove their worth with kindness and hard work, she will gladly warm up to them. Her cold, manly front will fade away to show a side that the proud people of Adasti have come to respect. She is, despite being a metal worker, very found of nature, and respects each and every piece of it, especially Pokemon. Respect is a skill that's come with age.
Through her long life, she's come to realized that Pokemon will always be there for you, no matter what. When all else betrays you, your Pokemon will be your pillars. Pillars of strength and moxie. In a second they will protect you if treated right. Lord Devonshire is the perfect defender for a the peaceful nation of Adasti. She is the leather to her peoples's lace.
History:
Metal, a resource needed for war. Therefore, being a skilled metalsmith, was a very rewarding job. When the darkness came, the Devonshire's, a widowed father, a reckless daughter, and a domestic grandfather, became rich fast, but with riches came power, and with power came greed. Aaron, the father, put his sandiness into his harsh work, beating away at armours and weapons. Unfortunately, his depression kept him away from his seven year old daughter. With such ignorance, Onyx, the daughter, became reckless and troublesome, pulling pranks around the town and wondering the hillsides. That being said, the only person to offer her advice was her crazed, motherly grandfather ~ a veteran of war. He told her stories of Dragon's dwelling in the cliffs and to never go too far. Stories of~ but there were secrets to this so called myth that Onyx would never be told.
Curious about these stories, Onyx went searching far into the cliffs but found with no avail. On her way out, the darkness came and took her grandfather's mind. The old man had made a deal with the devil, promising him youth and liveliness again. That night, she returned to find her village in flames, only to meet her grandfather's glowing red eyes. On the spot, decorated in the blood of her mutilated father, the grandfather tried to kill her, but even the darkness would not separate their love. He left her there, in hopes she'd bring an end to the evils that corrupted him. If she dug into his stories, she'd now how.
Without sleep, she fled into the cliffs to find a cave ~ a cave that hadn't been there before. It was there, she met a deal with the dragons. A deal of power that only dragon's could make. They were tricky beasts, that only made deals for their wellbeing. For protection of her name, the valley, and her family's honour, she promised them food from their herds and the execution of anyone whoever calls them pests. For that, which she remembered from her stories, was the most unruly word to call a Dragon. For that, they gave her an ultimate army for defence, and her town the ability to befriend any dragon on their territory. The Dragons have kept the darkness away for fifty-three years; however, will it be enough in the future?
Metal, a resource needed for war. Therefore, being a skilled metalsmith, was a very rewarding job. When the darkness came, the Devonshire's, a widowed father, a reckless daughter, and a domestic grandfather, became rich fast, but with riches came power, and with power came greed. Aaron, the father, put his sandiness into his harsh work, beating away at armours and weapons. Unfortunately, his depression kept him away from his seven year old daughter. With such ignorance, Onyx, the daughter, became reckless and troublesome, pulling pranks around the town and wondering the hillsides. That being said, the only person to offer her advice was her crazed, motherly grandfather ~ a veteran of war. He told her stories of Dragon's dwelling in the cliffs and to never go too far. Stories of~ but there were secrets to this so called myth that Onyx would never be told.
Curious about these stories, Onyx went searching far into the cliffs but found with no avail. On her way out, the darkness came and took her grandfather's mind. The old man had made a deal with the devil, promising him youth and liveliness again. That night, she returned to find her village in flames, only to meet her grandfather's glowing red eyes. On the spot, decorated in the blood of her mutilated father, the grandfather tried to kill her, but even the darkness would not separate their love. He left her there, in hopes she'd bring an end to the evils that corrupted him. If she dug into his stories, she'd now how.
Without sleep, she fled into the cliffs to find a cave ~ a cave that hadn't been there before. It was there, she met a deal with the dragons. A deal of power that only dragon's could make. They were tricky beasts, that only made deals for their wellbeing. For protection of her name, the valley, and her family's honour, she promised them food from their herds and the execution of anyone whoever calls them pests. For that, which she remembered from her stories, was the most unruly word to call a Dragon. For that, they gave her an ultimate army for defence, and her town the ability to befriend any dragon on their territory. The Dragons have kept the darkness away for fifty-three years; however, will it be enough in the future?
