Lazy Kitsune Wrote:Name: Irena Bellionne
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Background: The Bellionne family have built and lost their fortune to heroic adventuring several times over. A long history of proud and brave adventurers at the head of the family, Irena is but the latest in a long line of heroes. Inheriting the position of head of the household at a young age, she has a lot on her plate. The Bellionne household is at its lowest point in a long time, dark forces of all kinds having claimed many family relics and fortresses. leaving Irena with little to work with for restoring the family. But the unyielding fire of the Bellionne spirit will not flicker out here. Be it by reclaiming lost Bellionne relics or uncovering new artefacts from the clutches of evil - by restoring fallen fortresses or clearing out infamous dungeons, Irena and all that come after her will carry on her family's heroic legacy. And as with all that came before her... they'll just leave out the part where they keep getting used as fuck toys by monsters when it comes to writing the history books.
Perks:
Polearm Master: Irena is adept at fighting with her halberd. She has better melee attacking range than most combatants of a similar size to her and can use that to her advantage.
Steel Conviction: Irena holds the unwavering conviction of the Bellionne's stronger than most in her family. She does not frighten easily and is better at resisting mental influences.
Speedy: Due to her good physical condition and light 'armour', Irena is fast on her feet and can out pace all but the quickest of enemies.
Commanding Presence: Irena has taken to her position of leadership as if born to it... which is fitting seeing as she was. Her voice carries a commanding weight to it that encourages non-hostiles to obey her commands and may give even hostiles pause when it comes to directly confronting her.
Flaws:
Useless Armour: Irena believes her armour is enchanted, and protects more than full plate. This is why she delves into danger so bravely despite wearing little more than a metal bikini. Whatever enchantments were placed on the armour have long since faded and it offers no real protection.
Lone Wolf: Irena prefers to work alone, scoffing at the idea of needing help from other adventurers she runs into on her exploits.
Prideful Lioness: Irena has the self assuredness and arrogance of nobility. She rarely second guesses even her brashest of decisions and has a hard time being agreeable or polite with others. Despite her ability to command, she is terrible at making friends or the more subtle arts of persuasion. This same pride also makes her easier to rile up than most.
Turn Ons: sub/dom play, hypnosis, humiliation, beasts, breeding, drunk / drugged sex
Turn Offs: Gore, vore, insects and arachnids, pedo, scat
As you woke up to the new day, you secured the metal chocker to your throat. Your mother had told you it was the most important relic your family had ever come across, and currently the last it still possessed. She had always been evasive about its exact effects. She had only insisted it was the most important, and that its power had been partially sealed some time ago. She always looked forlorn when mentioning that giving the distinct impression of a great deal of shame related to the seal. All you knew was that to break the seal, you needed to destroy the staff of the shaman who had originally placed the seal.
Walking down the stairs, you came into the main room of the tavern where you had spent the previous night. The old man that ran the place had given you a look you had been none too pleased by though it had been satisfying to cow him with a single death glare. In spite of its protective power, your ancestral armor left much for the male gaze to look over. "Ahh, Lady Bellionne, I hope you found your accommodation suitable. It had not been a great room, but considering how out of the way this place was, you couldn't have expected much more in the way of comfort. "If I remember, you mentioned looking into the ruins of Fort Gargerous. Some of the local hunting boys are heading in that direction. Something about taking care of the local wolf population. I'm sure they would be happy to guide you there if you needed."
You remembered a raucous group of youths from the night before drinking and carrying on long into the night. They'd even had the gall to invite you in on their merrymaking. Their eyes had been even worse than the tavernkeepers, and they hadn't taken any of the hints that would normally send men casting their gazes aside possibly because of how drunk they had been.
The inkeeper clears his throat getting your attention once again. "Mila will be up with your breakfast any minute if you'd like to take a seat."