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Talin Radd

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but I'll tell you what is true.
You tell me what is honesty
when all around is death
and cruelty."


Prologue
+ NAME + Talin Radd
+ ALIAS + Radd / Tal / Cripple
+ AGE + 35 approx.
+ GENDER + Female
+ STAR SIGN + The Monk’s Hood
+ BORN + End of springtime
+ ORIGIN + Unknown (She won’t tell)
+ SPECIES + Human
+ RESIDENCE + Nomadic
+ OCCUPATION + N/A / Odd jobs
+ COUNTENANCE + Emerald green eyes / Violet-red hair
+ STATURE + 6’0” / 132 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Unsure



CH. I – Painting a Portrait
She is fairly pleasant to look at, though nothing special that would have another staring at her for hours.  Her brows are sharp and angular, high over deep, emerald green eyes that gleam like jewels at first glance.  Her forehead is small and her nose is sharp and pointed, leading down to a small thin mouth.

Her body is lithe, slim, and tightly muscled along her chest and abdomen, and the rest of her entire body.  Her right is so much stronger than her left and her muscles are sharper there and far more visible; her right hand is callused and strong with a tough wide grip.  With a tightly packed torso, her body is like a spring and ready to snap at a moment’s notice.

+ NOTABLE MARKS +
There’s a reason why Talin’s right side is so much stronger than her left and that is due to the fact that her left arm is missing, cut off just two inches above where her elbow had been.  It is something she keeps covered up in the loose sleeve of her robes, often giving the impression that she’s hiding her arm.  Among this, are the number of scars along her body from combat or accidents, including a conspicuous claw mark along her right hand between her fingers and the top of her hand.  There’s one slash across her face between her left eye and nose, trailing down to her jaw and down along her neck, stopping at her collar bone.

+ PREFERRED CLOTHING +
Talin has a fashion sense that is slim to none.  She wears whatever rags she can find and maintains them the best she can.  She prefers light, loose clothes, and wears a few layers of robes with a tunic underneath.  Her sleeves are loose, one that conceals her lost arm while the other allows her right to remain useful at all costs.  Being one armed would make finding the right footwear a problem as well, so she sticks to either being barefoot or easy to slip on shoes that she can move fast in.


CH II – Mental Make-up
On the outside, an observer might say she’s a rough-talking, hard smoking, heavy drinking kind of woman.  And for the most part they wouldn’t be wrong.  Talin has a tendency to get stressed very easily and her patience can get worn thin really fast, so it’s easy to see how she’d like nothing more than to drown her troubles away in a quickly draining bottle of hard liquor.  She has a high tolerance for the stuff though and rarely seems drunk even when she is drunk.  She has trouble facing the facts, especially when they are the least desired kind.  But she deals with reality the best she can and never likes to stay in one spot more than a few days.

While she’s friendly to strangers, she’s aloof and evasive, not liking to answer questions about her past or where she’s from or why she’s traveling or even where she’s going.  She’s grown used to having to lie over the years and has become an expert in it, though does so because she feels she has to and has no moral inclination to stop.  Talin likes to pretend things are okay, even when they aren’t, because she knows if she doesn’t, she’ll more than likely lose her mind.  Underneath a hardy exterior lies a scared soul, fearful, always looking around, always waiting for something to happen anything.  But it is a fear that usually lies dormant beneath a calm, collected exterior.

She doesn’t anger easily, and though her emotions are always in a turmoil, she does her best to keep them in check.  Talin is the kind of person that ends up getting caught up in the odds and ends of others all the while trying to keep her head above the sea of trouble that’s always trying to drown her.  It’s not because she looks for it other, it’s because she has a severe hatred of bullies and all things that appear as an injustice to her.  She doesn’t like seeing people get kicked in face while they’re down and believes that though combat is primarily unfair, she has a tendency to root for the underdog.  Being a cripple herself, with just one arm, she knows she is often outmatched in fights, but quickly proves that she’s more than capable of defending herself.

Even with just having one good arm left to do everything with, she’s not ashamed of the fact, nor is she proud of it.  She’s not going to be parading her stump around any time soon and would rather prefer not to talk about it.  She doesn’t like being felt sorry for, nor does she like feeling useless to those around her, even those she is helping.  Her reactions are lightning fast, even when she is surprised.  She not a big fan of surprises and sometimes can feel threatened easily by them.  She’s not a person that likes conflict all that much and would prefer to stay out of trouble for as long as she can.

+ FAITH +
She had a god she believed in once, when she was very young and was very devout.  But time had passed and life had changed her and her faith had been broken in things like gods and miracles.  She believes people ought to make their own fate and they shouldn’t be pawns of invisible figures that interfere in the lives of mortals.  She knows she may be wrong, she knows she may be right, but she leaves that up to whatever is out there and doesn’t like making a mess of things concerning faith.  “Whatever gods there be, let them be,” is her philosophy.

+ HABITS +
Besides drinking to keep her mind from serious matters, Talin Radd has a bad habit of not sleeping when she has to.  She always feels the need to sleep with one eye open no matter what.  She watches over her adopted son, like a hawk and doesn’t let him stray much from her.  And has fear of men, she has a hard time trusting them and always feels most are up to no good.  She also doesn’t like being touched, such things bring back the trauma of a terrible event that scarred her for life long ago when she was very young.


CH III – Social

+ RELATIONSHIPS +
Aribus Radd, Father, deceased.
Nora Radd, Mother, deceased.
Bandon Radd, Brother, Missing, Presumed Dead
Oren,  “Son”,  Wanted Alive.

CH IV – Abilities / Skills

+ SWORDSMANSHIP +
For most of her life, Talin has been practicing to wield a sword and prefers the quick curved blade of the katana.  Hers is about eight inches shorter than the average katana as they are too long for her to quick draw with one hand.  But once it is out, the bloodbath begins.  She is skilled in both defensive and offensive attacks, though she uses it to attack more than to defend.  Because the blade is shorter, there is less weight to it and it makes it faster wield.  The folded steel is stronger than a conventional longsword and the blade kept in constantly kept sharpened and in the best condition she can manage.

+ REFLEXES +
Talin has lightning reflexes and reacts very quickly and decisively.  She uses it to evade and dodge rather than to block with her weapon.  Being one armed, blocking would take a lot out of her so she prefers not to get hit at all when in the heat of combat.

CH V – Gear / Equipment

+ Vinbrand +
Talin’s specialized katana that she always has by her side.  It is the only object that is always with her besides Oren.  It is a black-bladed weapon with a worth ribboned-handle, and a wide rounded guard.

CH VI – Reflections of the Past

Talin grew up with a relatively uneventful childhood.  She had a loving, doting mother and father, and remembered tagging along behind her older brother all the time.  Her happy memories are scarce and far between.  Most of her young life was spent wandering the trees and woodlands, liking the pretend adventures she shared there with Bandon.  She wasn’t always a one-armed cripple, it was unexpected attack from a bear that ripped off her arm.  She recovered but just barely and it was difficult to readjust that to using only her right, until ultimately that became her dominant side.

Her life took a much deeper downhill turn from there, turning into hell when marauders attacked her father’s farm and the surrounding village, looking for spoils, food, anything.  Her parents were killed her before her eyes and though her older brother tried to protect her, he was beaten and dragged away, half-dead, that being the last she ever saw of him.  She suffered worse than she ever thought she would, brutally raped by the leader of the marauders and left for dead.  After the attack was over, they lit the only home she’d ever known.

Surviving the horrific attack and half dead herself, she had managed to find her way to a nearby village, neighbors of her father’s that had managed to nurse her back to help.  The man who helped her had always been a peculiar one and had taught her how to overcome her pain, her trauma and terror at having her life destroyed, literally in less than a few hours.  She would never forget that moment as long as she lived and carried it with her long into adulthood.  She grew strong just as her guardian knew she would and had given her a weapons as a means of protecting herself.

She traveled the continent, looking for the men that attacked her family and though it took years, she finally managed to track them down and exacted her revenge by killing the leader and cutting off his head before leaving it for all of them to see.  She had not known that the leader of the marauders had a son.  And was also unaware that that young child was set to be sacrificed to a cult, the Cult of Darkoon, with which the leader had belonged.  It was then that she had found Oren, an infant at the time and when the child was to be sacrificed, she took him, unable to see an innocent child be killed without knowing what his life could be.  Little did she know that this marked her for death, and she barely escaped with Oren, in a basket on her back and took the first boat off the continent to Le’ranna, where she now travels, wishing to remain in hiding for as long as she can.

She knows they are following her, intent on regaining the Key that she had stolen.  Often she had thought of killing the boy, the son of the man that had long been her enemy, but she knew that then she’d be no better than those who wish to get their hands on him.  There is little she understands of the child she cares for, but she has made it her mission to protect him, even at the potential price of her life.




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