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 |  Subject: Rafaela Reyes Sun May 04, 2014 7:54 pm | |
| "It does not matter where I come from. I stand here now, as a blade against those who would seek to do wrong. That is all the knowledge you need." - Quote :
- Full Name: Rafaela Mariana Reyes
Nickname(s): None
- She is known by her surname and rank, save by those she finds herself in close companionship with.
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Race: Human
Languages: Medilla, Common
- Rafaela speaks the common tongue with an unrehearsed and heavily accented tone, having picked it up as a second language with little in the way of formal education.
Birthplace: Ágria, Medira
Occupation: Sergeant, 3rd Watchman Corps - Quote :
- Hair Color: Dusty Auburn
Hair Style: Medium
- Cut messily and with an unsteady hand, Rafaela's unrefined wavy mess of hair falls just short of her uniform's collar.
Eye Color: Amber
Skin Tone: Tanned
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 145 lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Distinguishing Features:
Rafaela is by no means feminine, and neither her body nor face suggest otherwise except when under dedicated scrutiny. Her athletic build and toned muscles keep her figure lean and slender, and the bulk of her robes and armour do much to conceal her modest chest. Her brow is stern, typically hidden under an untamed fringe, whilst her plain facial features frequently have her mistaken for a young man. A hoarse, husky voice only furthers that illusion, but she has long since ceased to care. - Quote :
- Skills:
A very formidable fighter, Rafaela was subject to a life of tussles and scraps since she was only a child causing havoc on the streets of her home city of Ágria. Her father was the one to train her in the ways of a sword, though his methods were just as effective in giving her a thick, hard-wearing skin and a weary heart determined to make something of herself. Her prolific training routine under the 3rd Watchmen Corps, involving hours of punishing practice even in the solitude of her own quarters, only served to hone her prowess though her mind gradually began to close itself off to all that lay outside of her resolution to become someone she could finally respect.
She is also proficient on horseback, and takes a notable interest in sports. - Biography:
Biography:
Rafaela's early life was one of often unforgiving hardship, in many ways a desperate search for a place in the world either under the blazing eastern sun of Medira. She had been born the only child of Mariana and Vasco Casales, much to her father's disappointment, but had been loved and nurtured by her mother for as long as she had been able to. Even Vasco, a stoic and bitter man, began to find a place in his heart for the amber eyes that now stared back at him from his wife's arms - but that joy was to be short lived.
Mariana fell ill several months following her daughter's birth, and barely a week later passed away in the night with her husband at her bedside. She left Rafaela without a mother, and Vasco without the son he had longed for. As years passed, he hid the contempt he held for his daughter thinly, and had often struck her after mourning with a bottle of spirits in hand. This would not deter the young Rafaela, however, and she remained by her father's side even when he would deny her all but the bare essentials for living. She sought to prove herself, no matter what that would take.
Against all odds, Vasco seemed to appreciate her efforts in his own way. By the time she was sixteen he treated his daughter no different than if she had been his son, but gave her no mercy or forgiveness in raising her. He placed a sword in her hand as soon as she could hold it, and spent hours every day teaching her fight and kicking her into the dirt in equal measures. She would never relent, however, though she would often find herself crying from the aching in her body. It gave her a hardness both mentally and physically, and soon she was able to hold her own against the tired and aging man that was her father. And yet, for all their time together, he barely showed her the love and compassion that his daughter deserved.
By the time she had turned nineteen, he had grown too weary and too consumed by his vices to raise a hand against her, yet remained too far changed from the man he might have once been. She was forced to provide for both her father and herself, despite her growing resentment for the man who had beaten her so fiercely over the years that she scarcely remembered their bond. That angst led to a life spent half-lived on the streets of the squalor of Ágria, stealing food when she was hungry and picking a fight when she was not. Her frame had grown meek from hunger, but that would not stop her pent up frustrations from clawing away at street urchins would would contend her stolen goods.
Still, she provided as much as she could for her increasingly incapable father, offering him a degree of kindness that he had only once given to her. Perhaps, Rafaela hoped, that in time he would learn to accept her as his daughter - or at the very least, his child.
Two years later, however, nothing had changed. Vasco had threatened to beat her within an inch of her life as much as he would have trouble doing so, but after a particularly strong argument, and after holding back his anger for so long, he could only speak his mind. In a furious rage, he blamed her for his wife's death, and disowned her with a hefty string of curses and ill wishes. He awoke the next morning to find her absent, along with what little belongings she owned and what coin he had kept in a place he had previously thought secret. Clad in dusty rags, Rafaela found herself sat on the crowded lower deck of a Mediran trade galley, the destination of which she neither knew nor cared for. She found no tears on her face, but only the resolution to find a new life for herself; one that was truly worth leading. She had abandoned the name of the man she no longer could bear to think about, and adopted the one that her mother had so beautifully bore before her marriage. What her father had felt about her disappearance, she would probably never know.
The girl named Rafaela Reyes was destined for the western country of Aldinor, and subsequently downriver to the mining town they called Estavyr. There, she would adopt the mantle of the guard to carve out a new path for herself, finding a home in service of the dedicated 3rd Watchmen Corps, and rise to the rank of Sergeant in just over a year. Though she no longer had a plan for herself, she was no longer the girl she once had been - and that suited her just fine.
- Quote :
- Deity: Kycee
- Hailing from the summer lands of Medira, Rafaela is also a keen enthusiast of sports and so finds the lively sister of Sylandra a worthy patron.
Weaponry: More often than not, Rafaela carries a combination of a standard issue watchman's longsword and a simple shortsword, and is acquainted enough with the weighting of the blades to use them as effectively as may be needed. She also owns a Mediran váldavia del sol, a bastard sword slightly curved towards the point of the blade, but does not take it on duty for fear of violating proper conduct. Its embellishment is typical of her homeland's craft, and despite its expensive appearance is a weapon commonly seen on the eastern continent. It was a gift from a trader visiting Estavyr, for her service in keeping his ship protected.
Apparel:
An iron helmet and accompanying coif.
A button-down, yellow tabard and surcoat, bearing the 3rd Watchmen insignia on the shoulder and additional Mediran-styled light metal plating.
A chainmail hauberk, worn under surcoat.
One pair of leather gloves.
A thick sash, worn as a belt and often fitted with brown leather pouches
A pair of yellow cloth trousers, and matching black leather boots.
Miscellaneous: Rafaela carries a tightly slung satchel on her back as a general utility, | |
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