Post by Rebekka Stromholm on May 17, 2016 16:23:22 GMT
Rebekka Stromholm
PLAY BY: Keira Knightley
-- the basics --AGE: 26
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Demisexual
POSITION: Full-time bandit, part-time sellsword
ALLEGIANCE: Merrill's Marauders (Loosely)----------------------------------------------------------------------------- the character --HEIGHT: 5 feet and 10 inches
HAIR COLOR: Dark brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
MISC: She has a tattoo of a small nautical star in the middle of her back.
PERSONALITY:
Warrior of no purpose
Rebekka is a fighter. Before she even had her formidable ability, she fought. Flight wasn’t an option. There was fight, and only fight. She wouldn’t back down. She wouldn’t be cowed. Once she stuck to something, she fought for it tooth and nail. But only if she found that something worthy of her time.
With rust tinted view
The world is harsh. The world is cruel. Even with it’s minor moments of beauty, Rebekka doesn’t let her guard down. Anything apparently clear cut and obvious, she viewed with suspicion and doubt. Every stainless steel truth became covered in rust. She learned to trust no one and no thing but herself.
Angry over something
Rebekka is not some bubbly fool. Her laughter is often bitter and harsh. Her smiles wicked and sardonic. Compliments are laced with mockery. Sympathy tainted with judgement. Getting a real positive emotion out of her is a challenge most have failed. The emotions she does show are sharp. She doesn’t care if she leaves you bleeding.
And morals askew
Rarely is anything definitively black and white. Rebekka sees the consequences of her actions in varying tones of grey. Some are darker than others, and some are lighter. Some things she’s willing to live with, and others she’d scowl at in disgust. The decision is ultimately up to what she feels will benefit her. And what consequences she can bear.
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-- the history --
FATHER: Edward Knight
MOTHER: Valerie Knight
SIBLINGS: Jimmy and Nora Stromholm
WORTHY MENTIONS: Vincent Stromholm, her acknowledged father
CHILDHOOD:
Life is complex. Rebekka learned that early. Her father was a man of many faces. Edward was the one she knew. The one Rebekka hardly ever saw. The supposedly noble man her mother had fallen in love with. Even young, she knew something was wrong. It might’ve been the litter of bottles. The countless lies her mother repeated. There was a speck of hope in them, but they were lies all the same. They both knew it. Rebekka was the only one to accept them.
She grew cold towards Edward. The man who never called himself her father. The one who reluctantly saw her. A hardworking, honest man. That’s what her mother called him. It was good enough for Valerie. It wasn’t for Rebekka. Which was why she wasn’t surprised when the truth reared it’s ugly head. Crashing through the precarious glass house her mother had tried to build with her lies. Her mother was given an ultimatum. She took his side. Rebekka lost a home that was never truly hers. Shipped away from Addersfeld. Far from either man or woman who now denied her shared blood. She was content with this.
ADOLESCENCE:
She wandered until she was found. A man named Vincent Stromholm. Whther it was pity or amusement that made him spare her, Rebekka never knew. She knew felt the need to ask. She was alive. Adopted by those most would refer to as scum. Bandits. Men and women who taught her how to fight and fend for herself. They became the family she never had. Not perfect and unloved by society. But her family all the same. Far better than the other two she hardly acknowledged.
Until her younger siblings were born. Twins. The father’s identity was a mystery. The result of her mother’s slow descent into the darkness. In a righteous fury, Rebekka returned and retrieved the two. It was the last time she ever looked upon her mother. And she was not impressed with what she saw. So Rebekka took ownership of the two. Hefted up a responsibility she felt was hers. They were hers to protect and guide so neither ended up like Valerie or Edward. It was one of the few acts of genuine kindness Rebekka ever committed. One of the few times she managed to pull light from her corrupted self. She’d seen too much to go back now. But these two she could prevent from turning into someone like her.
Like her, they had magic. But unlike her, she made them use it for good. Simple tasks that would not harm others and could barely be noticed. Her group moved to Goldcrest where Vincent helped find the twins a proper home. An elderly couple tied to his family. Now Rebekka tied them to herself, and they became as much like her grandparents as could be possible. She would visit, but not too often. She was still a bandit. She couldn’t let the twins turn out the same way.
ADULTHOOD:
Hours turned into days. Days turned into months. Months turned into years. She used the resources and skills she was given. She kept to the background. Created a safe barrier only few could get past. Sarcasm was a weapon to keep others at bay. She was better off alone, especially with a volatile personality like hers. She wasn’t kind and she wasn’t amiable. She was deadly and crash, and used that for all it was worth. She took a second job, if only to raise more money for her siblings. A sell-sword though not completely. She was a mere grunt in her group, with a name too small to make it wanted. So she used that to her advantage. Took small contracts that were easy and wouldn’t get her a large reputation. She didn’t want it.
But fate had a trick up its sleeve. Death struck fast and silent. Her grandfather was dead. Struck down silently. Suddenly Rebekka found herself on the receiving end of her grandfather’s legacy. Immediately she moved her family members to a safer place in the city. Where she knew they were safe. Where they could be protected. She couldn’t follow. She was too wild, too tainted. So she would only visit from time to time. Concerned herself with supporting her younger siblings, even if from a distance. Nothing else mattered.
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-- the player --
USERNAME: Arin
AGE GROUP: 32 and still going.
EXPERIENCE: 6 years.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Recruited
