Blake Remington
Jan 29, 2015 2:31:01 GMT
Post by Blake Remington on Jan 29, 2015 2:31:01 GMT
Name:
Blake Remington
Age:
19
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Equipment:
Weapons:
- Claymore
Blake's weapon of choice. A simple, but heavy, custom Claymore blade. Her trained body is able to swing the blade with little to no effort.
- Desert Eagle .50AE
A bulky, devastating handgun. Although Blake mostly favors her Claymore, she's able to use the gun for mid-ranged combat.
Other Equipment:
- N/A
Abilities/Magicks/Psionics:
- Unarmed training. Includes offensive, defensive and disarming techniques.
- Above-average swordfighter.
Personality:
Not very good with words, bottles up emotions. Tries to keep to herself, but is approacheable.
Objectives:
She has none at the moment.
History:
Born to two mercenaries, Blake was forced into training since the age of 8 to continue the legacy. Everyday, she would have to endure excruciating physical pain to learn to ignore it. Everyday, she had to fight, to prove herself in the eyes of her parents. Everyday, she had to learn to kill. To become no more than a murderous machine. To become just like her parents.
They never displayed any affection towards her. Never taught her anything other than combat and marksmanship. Her desires, needs and emotions were ignored and repressed, which made her develop a shell where she would let it all bottle up. Her parents simply didn't love her and only saw her as something to be used. She was just to follow orders and train. She never understood.
Her first, real encounter, happened when she was only 12. She was forced, again, by her parents, to fight a fully grown man. After a two hour-long clash, she emerged wounded, but victorious, with the man dead. Afterwards, it became a weekly habit for her to fight and kill someone twice her size and thrice her age. She did so without remorse, as instructed.
By the age of 16, she was already a fully fledged fighter and assassin. With that in mind, she could easily overpower her parents, but she kept the hope that, one day, they might see her as something more. But they never did, and the abuse dragged on.
That's when she decided. It was either her, or them. She had to either end her own life of misery, or end her parents'. Deciding on the latter, she executed them without mercy, as they taught her. All she could feel was hatred for them, the only feeling she couldn't suppress. And for the first time in her life, she was free.
Having no one to turn to, she picked up a weapon from her family home, the Claymore she still wields to this day, and started living off what she did best. She became a mercenary, a blade for hire. Her quick and efficent ways of killing made her a valued one, and even though she doesn't have constant jobs, the money she earns is enough to support herself.
Her life is about to change again though, as she has never had to encounter a supernatural entity. To top it off, she didn't even consider the possibility that she would ever be capable of magic.
Origin:
Chicago, Honour District.
Blake Remington
Age:
19
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Equipment:
Weapons:
- Claymore
Blake's weapon of choice. A simple, but heavy, custom Claymore blade. Her trained body is able to swing the blade with little to no effort.
- Desert Eagle .50AE
A bulky, devastating handgun. Although Blake mostly favors her Claymore, she's able to use the gun for mid-ranged combat.
Other Equipment:
- N/A
Abilities/Magicks/Psionics:
- Unarmed training. Includes offensive, defensive and disarming techniques.
- Above-average swordfighter.
Personality:
Not very good with words, bottles up emotions. Tries to keep to herself, but is approacheable.
Objectives:
She has none at the moment.
History:
Born to two mercenaries, Blake was forced into training since the age of 8 to continue the legacy. Everyday, she would have to endure excruciating physical pain to learn to ignore it. Everyday, she had to fight, to prove herself in the eyes of her parents. Everyday, she had to learn to kill. To become no more than a murderous machine. To become just like her parents.
They never displayed any affection towards her. Never taught her anything other than combat and marksmanship. Her desires, needs and emotions were ignored and repressed, which made her develop a shell where she would let it all bottle up. Her parents simply didn't love her and only saw her as something to be used. She was just to follow orders and train. She never understood.
Her first, real encounter, happened when she was only 12. She was forced, again, by her parents, to fight a fully grown man. After a two hour-long clash, she emerged wounded, but victorious, with the man dead. Afterwards, it became a weekly habit for her to fight and kill someone twice her size and thrice her age. She did so without remorse, as instructed.
By the age of 16, she was already a fully fledged fighter and assassin. With that in mind, she could easily overpower her parents, but she kept the hope that, one day, they might see her as something more. But they never did, and the abuse dragged on.
That's when she decided. It was either her, or them. She had to either end her own life of misery, or end her parents'. Deciding on the latter, she executed them without mercy, as they taught her. All she could feel was hatred for them, the only feeling she couldn't suppress. And for the first time in her life, she was free.
Having no one to turn to, she picked up a weapon from her family home, the Claymore she still wields to this day, and started living off what she did best. She became a mercenary, a blade for hire. Her quick and efficent ways of killing made her a valued one, and even though she doesn't have constant jobs, the money she earns is enough to support herself.
Her life is about to change again though, as she has never had to encounter a supernatural entity. To top it off, she didn't even consider the possibility that she would ever be capable of magic.
Origin:
Chicago, Honour District.