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Date Posted: 01:07:06 11/08/03 Sat
Author: Tsuga
Subject: -Swordswoman-

OOC:
My name: Tsuga

My contacts: e-mail is countryfreakusa@yahoo.com and AIM is Tsuga368

IC:
Name: Tsuga

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Tsuga is a very harsh-looking young woman, looking ten years beyond her age. She has medium-brown hair, cut off abruptly just before sweeping her shoulders, and usually held back out of her face in some severe way or another. That’s another thing about her; her face. Her chin is strong and stubborn, often jutted out either in anger or defiance, and her nose is at nearly a right angle with the rest of her face. Her mouth is a thin and judgmental thing, often turned down in distaste or curled upwards in bitter, humorless smirks. Eyes are a muddy green, almost brown. In fact, some days they are more green, and at other times, more brown. She is tall and slender, and very swift of foot and mind. Always present on her hip as a long, slender sword, which from its length one would guess to be heavy, but is indeed quite weightless compared to its size. Her hands are riddled with sword-calluses, from frequent use of her chosen weapon. She does have a long dagger, nearly of a length to be called a sword, strapped to her right hip, on the opposite side as her sword, which she uses for eating and other various things. Her entire face, as well as limbs(arms, legs, feet, and hands), is/are sharply jutting angles, and she has no desire to alter it. Seldom will you see her in anything but trousers and a short-sleeved shirt, which are most comfortable to her.

Personality: Harsh, unkempt, unrefined, masculine, embittered…She’s not what you would call “lady-like.” In fact, she would fit in best with a crowd of soldiers, sailors, or mercenaries. She’s very unpolished in both action and speech, and perhaps would have been better suited to having been born a man. But she wasn’t, so she and everyone else must put up with her. She does, however, have a tender side, but very, very few would ever see this. Children, however, adore her, and most would wonder why they are so very fond of such a woman. The answer to this is, of course, that she has a major soft spot for children, and would give up her life for any one of them. They seem to know this, and flock to her quite readily. No one else ever sees this side of her, however, or at least not very often at all. In fact, if this aspect of her pokes its head out and sees its shadow, there will be six more years of winter!((~giggles~))

History(as told by Tsuga): "I was born in a little cottage in the outskirts of civilization. I was an only child, and my parents were good folk, simple, but good. My father was a metalworker, and crafted swords and armor for anyone in need of good weaponry who could pay him; he was the best there ever was, and often made swords for the Lords, their sons, and anyone else who could pay. When he received a large order from an anonymous source for twenty swords, all with plain leather hilts and no ornamentation, and long in blade, and from a metal that was very sharp, nearly indestructible, and surprisingly light, my parents thought that their dreams had been answered. Little did they know...

When my father finished the swords, we were raided. It seems that the men who had ordered them were brigands, and had never intended to pay for the swords, but to murder the entire family and simply take them. I, just a child at the time, managed to hide in the small compartment under the floor of the tack room in our small barn. They took everything, and what they couldn't take, they made plans to come back for. I was about four when this all happened, but I managed to get basically what happened across to the holders, who came and helped to defend what was left of my parents' lives. One of the swords was recovered, and it was given to me as proof that the bandits had been chased off.

This's that blade. I've kept it all these years. Do you have any idea how difficult it was to find someone willing to train a female child how to perform swordwork? Near impossible, and it took me three years of traveling after I turned five and determined that that was what I would do. But finally, I found one, and with the help of my teacher, I managed to piece together the small bits and pieces of what I had learned on the road with proper swordmanship, and became a quite deadly fighter at the age of eleven, when I completed her training.

After leaving the kind woman, I set out on the cold trail of the murderers, and slowly found and killed each and every one of them over a period of five years. From one of them, I took this long knife.

Part of what my weapons teacher taught me was that a rough accent is helpful to maintain a fighter's life. But it's not natural, not even after more than ten years. I forget about my accent when I'm really off-balance, or upset, or something. And, if you're wondering why my voice is like it is, that would also be the result of those murderers, as I received a blow when fighting one of the last of them that was extremely close to my voice box and vocal cords, affecting my voice most drastically, not that it was anything special to begin with.

And so, now you know. The intricate details of my past, and why I am what I am. I will become anything I set my mind out to, and then continue on to reek my vengance on anyone that presents themself, and take out my never-ending and smoldering anger on the enemies of our land, and anyone or anything else that might get in my way. That has been my life-long vow, and will remain so until the day that I die in battle.”

Skills: Swordwork, and runnerbeasts. She can train for either, and she's almost "magic" with either, as well; deadly with the sword as well as the beast, and able to ride like the wind, WHILE doing swordwork. On earth, we would call her a master of the military arts of calvary as well as foot, but on Pern, she's simply...Strange.

And YES, she IS a candidate, though I'ma RP her as though she was Searched and dragged kicking and screaming to Impress. lol.

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