| Ashona |
| Strength - 25 Agility - 75 Body - 25 Mind - 50 Solo Hero Bio Through a world of pain and suffering a girl found her way into womanhood as a fierce warrior. Her past, filled with death, confusion, and anger flowed through her entire being. Only one thing remained constant. Her love for one man. In her early teens she watched the teachings of a battle worn elder warrior but did not participate. Observance, this is her strongest talent. Over the years she found that because of her stature and the fact that she could never match the physical form of a man she would have to rely on different methods of battle. That of stealth, guile, and agility. Since the male population of her tribe did not see the opposite sex as a threat and that she was fathered by the leader of their tribe they allowed her to watch, and learn she did. She found one person that went against the norm. One person, she could not understand fully. Their pasts were so similar that they could have been separated siblings. They were not. Though she had wits about her, Thunk always led the way through any situation for it seemed natural to her that the male be dominant. One thing interested her greatly in Thunk. His future lay within questions of the past and the need to find his father. Her questions were about the future and what fate held for her. Thunk seemed to be her Fate yet it was still unsure. The device that they found through their travels did not surprise her. If it was their fate to die right there she would accept it. Thunk saw this piece of technology as the only possibility he knew that was connected to his father?s disappearance. He walked through the portal that the machine created and she followed. Now, portals to Khazan are very fickle. She and Thunk, together, went through the devise from their home world and yet Thunk was dropped off right near SLJ headquarters. She had not been so lucky. She had to create her home in the jungles outside of Khazan and survive as she had always done before, in the wild, until she found her bearings and by chance made her way into the suburbs of civilization. Many did not want to talk to her, refusing to help those that participated in the "Games". Her barbaric like attire didn't help her to blend in either. She stayed observant and eventually found her way into the city, which was more like a jungle than civilization. All the flashing lights blurred together into one big noise in her mind. A sound that she had to block out. She relied on her instincts. For it was all that she had control over at this moment. Personality She speaks with the wisdom past her years, yet few have been lucky enough to hear it. She is quiet and brings the appearance of being shy yet will always stand proud when faced with survival. She followed one into this World. She now searches for that same person here in this city. You know that person in a group of friends that usually listens to what everyone has to say and then will come up with some witty or funny to remark to break the ice and bring people together. That same person would be the one you?d want to stand behind if faced with a gang fight. Thus is Ashona. Perception Slicing Attack Supreme ranged - 85 She brushed her hand ever so gently over the blade. It was good steel that she came to trust her life with. Slowly she eased the blade into its sheath on her back. 4 daggers, a small axe, and a short sword lay before her. She methodically placed each dagger into it's corresponding holster. One, criss-crossing her weapon on her back. This is the first to be thrown. She had remembered so many men wallowing in futility to pull out this one dagger, this first attack, from his chest before dying. 2 were fastened on her wrists in locking devices that she tested. With a flick of her hands the daggers became unsheathed one-handed and ready for the secondary dual bladed hit. She was very proud of the invention she created, for the sheaths would not only store the blade but sharpen it once it was slid into place then taken out again. These blades were used during bouts of cockiness when she felt the need to pin some arrogant he-man against a wall crucifying him. The third attack and most deadly was from the side of her boot. This small blade was used as a disembowlment device before she began to use it in her arsenal. Though weighted differently, when the unsuspecting opponent attempts to pull out the deadly dagger it will do even more damage than that of the first throw. Entrails are the last thing they see before her final ranged attack. On her right hip she hooked a mini-axe perfect for throwing. The axe was made for her as a child. It is her prized possession, as it is the only thing she kept from her home village. Made by her father to compliment his own axe yet in a smaller size for the daughter of a leader, she only uses this if the opponent just wont go down. Extremely tempered and though unwieldy it is still extremely deadly. She reached for the short sword and placed it gingerly to her left hip. She fingered the etchings inscribed on the hilt. She remembered the blacksmith who forged it for her in reward of helping his family in dire crisis. She smiled at the thought of the day he thanked her with the sword. The smile turned into a frown as she remembered a year later that the same families? village had been destroyed and the blacksmith she found hung on a far tree. She forgot the thought in an instant and became in tune with her mind again. She was ready. She didn't need anything else to carry for it would only be a hindrance. Deception Sword Master Standard - 20 She bears a sword that had been found in a pile of charred carcasses. Somehow the blade suffered no real damage in the blaze. It had been weighted at forging very differently from other swords she had handled before. Somehow it uses a persons agility to its advantage. The sword, though it be heavy is kept close in battle. She found a way to train with this weapon after observing all that she needed from the usual male training. She found a way to exploit the weaknesses of the men?s style of relying on strength and fully extending their arms in attack. She would only attack when an opening had been found. Her style is very swift and involves a very defensive stance with her long sword. That when combined with a spinning motion avoiding attacks which will confuse the enemy and open them up for attack of her own. Many regard the large sword as their greatest fear in the fight. Shame on them for the short sword in her left hand sees the most blood. Confusion Thrown Objects Superior w/pu - 20 Time is sometimes constrained. Moments count in everything that one does. In an instant a dagger can be thrown and hit it's mark while your opponent still fumbles to reach for a sheathed sword. Again, they expect that when their opponent has a large sword on their back that a duel is about to take place and they take their time getting ready. They see the daggers on her and yet it still doesn't register in their minds that these smaller weapons could be the main threat. Unbeknownst to them that it takes 2 seconds to unload 4 daggers and a small axe at an opponent. It is their lesson. If they survive, they might learn from it. Her strategy for every fight has stayed the same as it has kept her alive without much difficulty. Use up all daggers on the foe. If they still stand, dodge until a weakness is found, and then exploit it. Repression Closed Mind Supreme ? w/pu 45 She hears it constantly through her entire soul. The noise of her mothers neck snapping and the ravagement that followed. It doesn't spurn her anger or strength, rather it keeps her mind focused to avoid the same thing happening to herself. Not only is she fearful of strangers in physical form but that of mental form. Over the years she has built up a defense to those attempting to get claim her mind and eventually take advantage of her. There is only one truly loving friend that finds his way into her heart. His mind is very simple and opposites do seem to attract in this case. |
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