Post by Gris on Nov 5, 2019 5:22:51 GMT -5
Idella "Ida" Baker
Name: Idella Baker
Nickname: Ida
Age: 17
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Yellow
Species: Human
Occupation: Sellsword
Acrobatics: 3 (Agility bonus) (1w)
MODIFIERS 8w
Reflexive Dodge 1 (4w)
Toughness 1 (4w)
CHALLENGES
EQUIPMENT
She's down on her luck right now, so her supplies has been reduced to the reinforced clothes she's usually in, her shield and sword shattered to pieces, nothing more.
BACKGROUND
"Don't fret, Imma get something to snack on and I'll get the gig done"
Name: Idella Baker
Nickname: Ida
Age: 17
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Yellow
Species: Human
Occupation: Sellsword
ABILITIES 16w
Intelligence 3 (1w)
Strength 5 (3w)
Agility 4 (2w)
Speed 3 (1w)
Durability 5 (9w)
ACTIONS 6w
Acrobatics: 3 (Agility bonus) (1w)
Close Combat: 5 (Strength bonus) (3w)
- Short Sword, Shield Bash, Multiple Opponents, Duck and Cover, To the Last Breath.
Hunting/Tracking: 3 (1w)
- Follow Trail, Traps, Ambush.
Social Skills: 3 (1w)
- Commoners and Workers, Mercenaries and Soldiers, Streetwise.
MODIFIERS 8w
Reflexive Dodge 1 (4w)
Toughness 1 (4w)
CHALLENGES
Wealth: Dead Broke (2w)
Coming from a humble family Ida never had money to spare, that's why she got around mercenaries to begin with, but recently she has been down on her luck and it's got no coin to her name.
Psychological: Glutton (3w)
Ida knows what's being hungry, so she rarely if ever will pass on an offer to stuff her mouth with whatever food and drink she can get her paws on.
Psychological: Headstrong (3w)
Ida has a really hard time backing off when she thinks she's right. Sometimes she even thinks that might makes right, so she will have trouble backing off from fights as well.
Compulsion to stick up for the underdog (2w)
Despite her often hardened and aloof exterior, she tends to care for the ones in unfortunate situations, specially if they remind Ida of her past.
EQUIPMENT
She's down on her luck right now, so her supplies has been reduced to the reinforced clothes she's usually in, her shield and sword shattered to pieces, nothing more.
BACKGROUND
Everyone had been telling her that she shouldn't have taken that job. It was a dangerous one, some said, it's strange that it pays so well, others whispered. As if Ida cared about what they thought or how picky they were.
Born Idella Baker, even if Ida never uses her full name, she had soon knew what was poverty and hunger as a plague destroyed the crops and brought misfortune to her family. One child between many, she understood at a young age that she was more of a burden than anything else, so she resolved to stop being another mouth to feed. As disgraces never came alone, it was a conflictive time at the region, so it wasn't long until Ida had the chance to run away from home and join a mercenary company. Sure, as a little underfed runt she wasn't of much use, but at least could do some menial work and eat what soldiers didn't finish. Slowly but surely, scraps of food wasn't the only things Ida absorbed, as she learned first by watching, then serving as little more than a practice dummy.
Of course, with time, the dummy struck back. Grown by hard times and even harder company into a strong teen, Ida finally earned the respect of the sellswords, becoming into one of their more respected and feared warriors. Fortune comes and goes, so Ida went from victory to defeat to victory again, from one company to another army, working sometimes in a group and sometimes alone. At seventeen she had already left behind several impromptu families of hardened soldiers behind, and she had never came back to her real family, afraid that they would reject what she had become, if they even recognized her, as there wasn't much of little Idella on her.
Necessity, but mostly stubbornness and wanting to prove others wrong, had made Ida pick up a most suspicious job on the mountains. She had laughed of the other mercenaries that rejected the job, but now that the rest of the foolish soldiers had fled away and the merchant caravan they were supposed to escort had fell off a cliff, she was alone facing what could as well be the source of her demise. Sure, Ida had never faced a Nidoking, but even she had learned enough as to know that she had to avoid being prickled by the poisonous horn if she wanted to see another day.
It wasn't really a matched contest, unless one counted how stubborn both fighters were, but even if the beast was mighty, he had never faced a human that was so strong and acted so fierce. His territory wasn't something he could allow to be trespassed though, so he wasn't going to make the fight last long, or so he thought. Despite the Pokemon's best efforts, Ida kept getting up once and again, bruised and cut. The sword was brittle and her shield was little more than a plank, torn against an already numb arm after so many impacts barely deflected. Ida doubted she could keep fighting for long, but she was confident she had one last good strike. Discarding what was left of the shield, grasped her sword with both hands to make it steadier, her form trembling out of fatigue, not fear. Confident in his victory the Nidoking charged, Ida faced him, and soon she was sent flying, landing on her back, almost breathless. She was on no shape to fight, her weapons shattered useless, but the Pokemon didn't go unscathed either, his horn no longer whole. Maybe it was grace, respect or just a belief she was dead, but the beast was gone without attacking again and Ida was in no shape to move.
"Spectacular bout, even if it was a foolish one" a voice sounded in the periphery of her awareness, but Ida was too tired to even manage to sit up and look at the source of it. "We could use someone like you in the Academy, even if... hey! Stay awake! ...