SU, editing with more details later. Had to scratch my original idea, since it was nearly identical to Nocturnal's. :(
Name: Tessa of the Wastes, or just Tessa
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Affiliation: First Republic
Appearance: (Since I am not very good at writing appropriate descriptions about appearances, I'm going to stick to a picture to show the looks of my character. I will add more description if need be, I just like to resort to pictures when I can.)
However, instead of the Desert Eagle pistol that she's carrying, think of two Western Quickdraw pistols that she would have instead.
Personality: Tessa is a very focussed person, she doesn't spend a lot of time talking about anything, preferring to observe rather then engage. Some would say she's a longer, since she is much more comfortable while working on her own then to be with a crowd of people. "Comes with the experience" She says. However, if she is required to work in a group, she's one of the most dependable members that party could ever wish for.
Her Energy specializations can make her a bit of a reckless one, since she never backs down from anyone or anything and stays till the bitter end, but those traits in return have also made her somewhat notorious within the Primal Kingdom's military. The young girl with the sheriff pistols, that takes you down, or goes down trying.
Whenever Tessa is not engaged in an activity, she likes to clean her weaponry. Since all of her weapons are so vitally important to her, she can't stand it it any of them are not in absolute tip-top shape. This includes her own endurance and agility as well, since a Bandit Huntress can't rely on firepower alone.
Ever since she was drafted into the Republican army, Tessa has gained respect for the leadership, because of the sheer amount of different people and Energy types they all have to control. This doesn't mean she takes orders left-right-and-center, but if someone respects her she will share that respect in return.
History: Nobody is quite certain where Tessa actually comes from, most people assume that she was born in Jorann back in the days when it wasn't completely taken over by bandit gangs, but that is an unconfirmed assumption only. Add to that the fact that the girl doesn't talk about her history for more then 5 years back, and you have the recipe for a mystery.
But if you insist on knowing..
Tessa was born under the name of Charlotte Friedhelm, daughter of a wealthy and exquisite merchant who had settled in Jorann to start a new adventure for himself and his wife after being forced to leave his previous business due to, though completely false, bad publicity spouted by a rival. Rather then fight the false claims, Tessa's father decided that it was easier to start anew, something that he'd been wanting to do regardless.
Back then, Jorann was still a fairly small village, and while even at that time it had issues with local gangs of thugs, life was easy and very good for Tessa and her family.
Charlotte was only child in the little family, while her father was a daring entrepreneur, her mother was a much more stable and realistic person. As she grew up, Charlotte became more and more fascinated by her mother. Not just by her dedication to raise their only daughter, but also the ease at which the woman could withstand anything. Because as good as life was for the family, living in a western-style village does bring it's problems.
That was when the Energy became important. Though both her parents were good at shaping the Energy, Charlotte's mother was especially good at the fact. Later on, Tessa couldn't remember a single situation where her mother had used Energy as an offensive weapon, instead using her dedication and experience as defensive forms of emotional Energy.
Over the years, as the war against the Primal Kingdom started to build, the safety in Jorann started to fall. More and more soldiers were called away towards the battlefields in the south, which paved the way for the bandit gangs to start claiming control over the city. This event caused most of the population to feel Jorann and seek shelter elsewhere, if they were allowed to leave in the first place.
While their exact reason remains unknown, even to Tessa herself, her parents decided to stay in Jorann and keep their business alive as best they could.
Until that one day, now 5 years ago.
Tessa's father had not come back one day after spending a night out in the tavern, trying to persuade some of the major bandit members to take some of his most recently acquired stock off his hands. Not that it was illegal, it was just highly dangerous. Her mother started to search for her husband, since it was very unlike him to not come home, let alone not send a message to his family.
She burst into the house, left hand clutching her right shoulder-blade. I could see the blood seeping out from underneath her fingers. I still don't know what hit her, though most likely a stream of hatred Energy. She sagged down onto the floor, back against the wall as I rushed over to her. "C-Charlotte.. You.. you need to get out of here.. quickly." She panted as her right hand worked on the floorboard next to her. "Why mother? What's going on?" I looked at her, tears in my eyes as I watched her pull the Bo-staff and the pistols from a hidden stash. "Your father.. has been betrayed.. backstabbed by Carlton the Cobra and his gang... One of his goons managed to get me too." She shoved the weapons towards me and I hesitantly accepted them. "Please my dear.. Go.. they will be coming to this place soon. I'm.. too weak.. to come with you. Please my daughter.. save yourself.. save our bloodline."
I could only nod before turning my head away and bolting for the backdoor. In my mind I was swearing oath after oath that I wouldn't let these crooks get away with this, that they would pay for everything they've done and then some. I could think of nothing but revenge.
Her mother taught her to be determined in her actions, her father taught her to never show fear when doing what you do. Those teachings, combined with a desire for revenge have changed the once humble merchant's daughter into the ethically challenged bandit huntress that Tessa has now become.
Notorious in both Jorann and the Primal Kingdom itself, what more fame could an outlaw get?
Power: Will Energy. The energy of determination and fearlessness, it's a yellow/orange mixture
Power Usage: Tessa carries a long Bo-staff with her that is attached to her back by a few leather straps, but more importantly are the twin revolvers that are holstered around her waist. She only uses the staff in close combat and more defensive purposes, while referring to her pistols for longer range fights.
The energy flows around her staff and can be twisted into a shield, while her pistols fire short bursts of the energies towards her target.
What her guns look like:
Other: Wanted! Alive!: Tessa of the Wastes. Crimes: Several counts of assassination and blackmail. Reward: 70 Golden coins.
Roleplay Sample:
It was the year 35 ATN (After The Nuke). The once lush forests of Siberia had turned into icy deserts where blizzards and hailstorms had free reign. Cities were few and far between, often millions of people hiding away in the cold underground slums trying to forget the reason that they were there.
The white-grey wolf spoke to herself as the blizzard raged around her, even for an animal as hardy and weatherproof as her, this blizzard was especially fierce. Still, she had to continue, she knew there was a city nearby, so she had no other choice.
To anyone that would've watched her, she would've looked like a normal human girl. Around 25 years old, about 6 foot tall, Caucasian or Asian heritage with a long, black ponytail riding down her back. They would watch the girl plow through the storm wearing only casual clothing, jeans and a shirt.
Had there actually been anyone around in this blizzard.
They consider us extinct.. things of legends. They tell each other that our species perished during the First Winter, just like so many others. How wrong they are. We never vanished.. we never even left, we only proved once more, that the animal kingdom is always one step ahead of humanity.
The lights of the outskirts started to penetrate through the blizzard, causing the wolf to grin widely and let out a howl in victory.
Destination reached. She purred to herself
Now.. to find who I am looking for.
-------------------------------------------------------
"Remember, my dear Alissa. There is a tribe of our people, the oldest known to our history. They have provided needy refuges with a home, food and companions since the dawns of time."
"Where are they then.. and now can I know it's one of them?"
"In every city you will find at least one of them, for the needy are many and spread around the world. And do not worry about finding them... they will find you first."
She walked around the guardhouse, keeping to the shadows cast by the thousands of buildings made from stone and iron. Even in the relative protection of the city's deserted outskirts the blizzard was still in firm control.
Temperatures barely ever reached above freezing, hurricane winds whipping up massive snowstorms that could last for days. Humans barely ever surfaced again once the full effects of the war had settled in.
The wolf sniffed the air as she felt the winds lessening the further she walked into the city. The snow was still drifting down, but it was far more comfortable without the streaks of wind in her face.
She knew that there had to be one of them in this city.. The fabled Den Keepers.