Annalise WIP
Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:44 pm
Player Name: Amanda (Fay)
Character Name: Annalise Dubaunte
Age: 70
Race: Elf
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 115lbs
Description:
Long legged, curvy, elegant and refined. With waves of shimmering gold hair that ends at her waist, liquid blue eyes and a lean and elegant figure, she is an amazing product of two very attractive elves. Her mind is sharp, her wit quick and her knowledge seemingly boundless when it comes to the humanoid anatomy.
She is often found in comfortable black leggings, a tunic of a bright color, and white coat made of a thin but surprisingly warm material.
Powers:
Medical Knowledge: After years of studying, Annalise holds a vast amount of knowledge in the dealings of the humanoid body. She also knows, from several experiments, how several chemicals, metals, magics and elements affect the body. She can cure, and she can poison. And perhaps that power’s gone to her head a little bit…
Healing Magic: Surprisingly powerful, Anna has been known to bring people back from the brink of death, though not without cost…
Steady Hand: Anna has an exceptionally steady hand. Usually a trait that’s not worth being mentioned, however, it comes in handy while performing surgeries and non-magical health practices.
Alchemy: Anna has a pretty broad knowledge as far as medicines are concerned – though she’s more interested in poisons. Her skill does, however, lie in creating healing tonics and salves, as that is what her original training was aimed towards.
Weaknesses:
Healing Magic: Anna, like all magic users, has a limit. Sadly hers is a tad more pronounced than others. What she does is, instead of simply removing the injury, she takes it upon herself. She’s brought others from the brink of death – almost at the cost of her own life. The few she’d done this for later scorned her, and as such she will refuse to heal unless she feels compelled to. Why suffer for those who will not suffer her?
Insomnia: Anna has not been able to get a decent nights sleep since the night she murdered her Father in cold blood. Nightmares –dreams? – of her repeatedly killing him wake her, shaking and out of breath. Whether it be from exhilaration or fear, she has yet to decide.
Trauma: Touching patients to heal doesn’t bother Annalise, however no one can touch her without having her at least flinch away. Patients can usually get away with gripping her arms, hands or legs if she’s helping them in some manner, but only because she vaguely remembers the need to seek physical comfort while in pain. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t fight an anxiety attack in the meantime.
Voices: Caused by degradation of the brain due to lack of sleep, Anna’s been known to hear hissing voices. She doesn’t see anyone who doesn’t exist, only hears them, hissing her darkest fears –desires? – in her ear.
Vulnerability: Excluding the lucky shot she’d had at her father, Anna is incapable of actually wielding a weapon. With no training, and no desire to get any, Anna cannot physically defend herself. At the most, she could slap someone… but what’s the use against anyone who actually intends to do her harm?
History:
The hardest part of any story, is the beginning. Annalise’s start to life, is no exception. Born to two beautiful but poor elves, she was an unexpected and unwelcome surprise. She was just one more mouth to feed, and they could hardly feed themselves. They would have just aborted her in some manner – but by the time they had realized they were expecting, an abortion would have killed the mother as well.
An so Annalise was born, kicking and screaming into the world. Her upbringing was no pleasant one, as her parents had only enough love for each other. That changed, however, as Anna grew older, and her Father began to take notice.
The abuse started as her mothers heath began to fade. It had started with simple touches, small smiles, things Anna had treasured at first – her first signs of the affection she so craved. But when her Mother died, it all went horribly wrong. Her Father began calling her by her mother’s name, and it didn’t take long for him to take her in their bed.
The first time had been a shock, and would be something she’d never forget. The second time was somehow worse still. The rape continued on for roughly a fortnight, with her literally chained to the bed. She was kept like a prisoner, beat into submission, and fed only enough to allow her survival. It was only while he saw her as her Mother that he treated her lovingly – and that was only the times that she wished she were dead.
One night he made the mistake of trusting her with a knife. They were having a treat – meat – and he had thought of it as a reward for her complete submission for the past couple of nights. She saw it as the opportunity she’d been praying for. The sound the metal made as it sank into his flesh was one she would never forget. She remembers only the first stab, then red washing over her vision. She doesn’t remember the almost insane laughter bubbling up from her chest as she stabbed him over and over, nor does she remember freeing herself with the key she found on his corpse and fleeing.
What she dies remember is stealing some clean clothes, burning her bloodied ones, and walking towards the city called Marn. Her village wasn’t far from Shim – about two days journey, and so the trip hadn’t been a long one.
Character Name: Annalise Dubaunte
Age: 70
Race: Elf
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 115lbs
Description:
Long legged, curvy, elegant and refined. With waves of shimmering gold hair that ends at her waist, liquid blue eyes and a lean and elegant figure, she is an amazing product of two very attractive elves. Her mind is sharp, her wit quick and her knowledge seemingly boundless when it comes to the humanoid anatomy.
She is often found in comfortable black leggings, a tunic of a bright color, and white coat made of a thin but surprisingly warm material.
Powers:
Medical Knowledge: After years of studying, Annalise holds a vast amount of knowledge in the dealings of the humanoid body. She also knows, from several experiments, how several chemicals, metals, magics and elements affect the body. She can cure, and she can poison. And perhaps that power’s gone to her head a little bit…
Healing Magic: Surprisingly powerful, Anna has been known to bring people back from the brink of death, though not without cost…
Steady Hand: Anna has an exceptionally steady hand. Usually a trait that’s not worth being mentioned, however, it comes in handy while performing surgeries and non-magical health practices.
Alchemy: Anna has a pretty broad knowledge as far as medicines are concerned – though she’s more interested in poisons. Her skill does, however, lie in creating healing tonics and salves, as that is what her original training was aimed towards.
Weaknesses:
Healing Magic: Anna, like all magic users, has a limit. Sadly hers is a tad more pronounced than others. What she does is, instead of simply removing the injury, she takes it upon herself. She’s brought others from the brink of death – almost at the cost of her own life. The few she’d done this for later scorned her, and as such she will refuse to heal unless she feels compelled to. Why suffer for those who will not suffer her?
Insomnia: Anna has not been able to get a decent nights sleep since the night she murdered her Father in cold blood. Nightmares –dreams? – of her repeatedly killing him wake her, shaking and out of breath. Whether it be from exhilaration or fear, she has yet to decide.
Trauma: Touching patients to heal doesn’t bother Annalise, however no one can touch her without having her at least flinch away. Patients can usually get away with gripping her arms, hands or legs if she’s helping them in some manner, but only because she vaguely remembers the need to seek physical comfort while in pain. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t fight an anxiety attack in the meantime.
Voices: Caused by degradation of the brain due to lack of sleep, Anna’s been known to hear hissing voices. She doesn’t see anyone who doesn’t exist, only hears them, hissing her darkest fears –desires? – in her ear.
Vulnerability: Excluding the lucky shot she’d had at her father, Anna is incapable of actually wielding a weapon. With no training, and no desire to get any, Anna cannot physically defend herself. At the most, she could slap someone… but what’s the use against anyone who actually intends to do her harm?
History:
The hardest part of any story, is the beginning. Annalise’s start to life, is no exception. Born to two beautiful but poor elves, she was an unexpected and unwelcome surprise. She was just one more mouth to feed, and they could hardly feed themselves. They would have just aborted her in some manner – but by the time they had realized they were expecting, an abortion would have killed the mother as well.
An so Annalise was born, kicking and screaming into the world. Her upbringing was no pleasant one, as her parents had only enough love for each other. That changed, however, as Anna grew older, and her Father began to take notice.
The abuse started as her mothers heath began to fade. It had started with simple touches, small smiles, things Anna had treasured at first – her first signs of the affection she so craved. But when her Mother died, it all went horribly wrong. Her Father began calling her by her mother’s name, and it didn’t take long for him to take her in their bed.
The first time had been a shock, and would be something she’d never forget. The second time was somehow worse still. The rape continued on for roughly a fortnight, with her literally chained to the bed. She was kept like a prisoner, beat into submission, and fed only enough to allow her survival. It was only while he saw her as her Mother that he treated her lovingly – and that was only the times that she wished she were dead.
One night he made the mistake of trusting her with a knife. They were having a treat – meat – and he had thought of it as a reward for her complete submission for the past couple of nights. She saw it as the opportunity she’d been praying for. The sound the metal made as it sank into his flesh was one she would never forget. She remembers only the first stab, then red washing over her vision. She doesn’t remember the almost insane laughter bubbling up from her chest as she stabbed him over and over, nor does she remember freeing herself with the key she found on his corpse and fleeing.
What she dies remember is stealing some clean clothes, burning her bloodied ones, and walking towards the city called Marn. Her village wasn’t far from Shim – about two days journey, and so the trip hadn’t been a long one.