Amelia Freintas
| Amelia Freintas | |
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| Am-eel-e-ah Frey-een-tass | |
| Created by | Andrew |
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| Gender | Female |
| Occupation | Gaidin |
| Affiliation | The Grey Tower |
| Nationality | Illianer |
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Amelia Freintas is an Illianer Wolfkin and Gaidin of the Grey Tower.
Description
Amelia is 29 years of age, which is rather much older than most new recruits of the Grey Tower usually are. However, it shows little upon her features nor her bearning, full of energy and congenial as she always is.
One piercing, emerald green eye looks out of the right side of her face, the other being covered with an eyepatch having been rendered useless in a conflict many years previously now. Close-cropped blonde hair spikes up from her scalp. giving her a slightly wind-swept look without any attempt at appearing so. Other than the fact that her left eyes is useless she is rather classically beautiful - with a small, dainty nose just above full, pouting lips set within a heart-shaped face.
He body is also decidedly femenine, however long years of service within several lord's guards and mercenary bands has also left its mark. Her body is a combination of soft curves and hard muscle, with little fat to speak of in between. Standing at 5 ft 6", average height for a woman, she is never afraid to get into the thick of the action and will never back down just because someone is taller and thinks themselves superior.
A bit of a rebellious loose-cannon she can be quite cutting and icy with her remarks at times, but if she thinks you worth the effort then will stand by you through thick and thin. A flashing sense of humour can be sensed in between long periods of calm discipline, often sarcastically witty in nature when it appears from the depths.
She is never found far from her trusty Shortbow, given to her by a now lost friend. It has saved her life on more than one occasion and if anyone else touches it without explicit permission they will suffer conscequences.
Biography
Amelia had been running for days now, trying to outpace those whoresons on her tail. She had killed several of them already, a thought which gave her some comfort and satisfaction to keep the fire within her chest burning. But balanced against this was the loss of her entire entourage, the merchant wagons having been overrun and pillaged, even if it hadn’t been without a fight. Perhaps she would have been fin e and they would have left her alone if she had not killed the leader’s brother as he had charged down her position, an arrow skewering his throat precisely. As it was she was running out of supplies and had been skirting the Mountains of Mist, heading in a Southerly direction, for a number of days now. She was seeking what was called the Grey Tower, having heard of it whilst travelling in the Borderlands for the last year and a half.
She had entered into the now butchered Merchant’s Guard, heading South through Saldaea, for one reason and one reason alone - that she would leave as soon as they breached the borders of Southern Andor. They had not even reached that far.
Five Years Ago
“Amelia, what under the Light are you doing? Get back in line like the rest of us! If you screw up our battle plan then I will skin you alive even if we don’t make it - you mark me” Lord Berrack’s right-hand troglodyte yelled at her.
“Yeah yeah. We will be lucky to get through this at any rate. Just my bloody luck isn’t it? I hook up with you bastards on my first real job since coming of age and you stupid fools run us into bandit territory where we shine up like pretty little stars” she retorted icily, “If I get out of here then I will bloody well pick my next job with more care” she finished, spitting at the ground and testing her bow string.
“Just you do what your told woman!” another man grumbled.
She ignored it and notched an arrow as her eyes fell upon the advancing bad, a full hundred in number, pitted against a rag-tag Ilianer Lord’s guard that numbered fifty. They had little chance, but a chance nonetheless, and Amelia had not left a happy home in Southern Illian to get killed on her first guard duty. She watched the advancing line, gauging the wind and the distance, she pulled in the slack of her bow string and notched a barbed arrow. She pulled the string back to her right cheek soon afterwards.
“What a job hey Amie? Bet you wish you had bought that decent Shortbow now rather than spending the money on getting drunk and sleeping with that little beauty?” Tessa, her best friend, chimed in next to her - bow string taught also.
“What? And miss not enjoying myself before me get massacred. Not on your life Tessi. Tell you what, I know you were jealous of her, so if we get it through you can sleep with me” she offered up with small prayer.
“MAKE READY!” the leader shouted, and at once fifty bow strings were fully drawn.
“AIM!” and fifty intakes of breath could be heard as they picked their target.
“FIRE! FIRE AT WILL!” came the order, accompanied by the swish of bowstrings and the screams of the downed in front of their small group.
Amelia fired arrow after arrow, picking her targets carefully so as to keep the enemies as far from her as possible. Taking steps back her shots were blocked by shields for the most part, but quite a few found their marks in lungs and necks of the bandits. Tessi was still next to her, though her leg was almost giving way from an arrow embedded into her thigh from returning fire.
And then Amelia felt a stinging sensation upon the right side of her face and she was falling backwards, her short bow snapping as it got caught between her and the ground. The world turned black.
“Where are you now Tessi?” she whispered to the world in general, a single tear leaking from the only socket that could produce them. Her left eye was now covered by a rough eye patch held in place by a leather cord, to hide the ruined eye that had been taken from her by a rogue arrow.
Could be worse idiot. Could be dead, like poor Tessi she thought morosely to herself before hardening her feelings once more and scanned her surroundings.
It had been a hard journey since that day. Tessi had not died then, but she a tear of two afterwards, in much the same situation. They had never ha much luck with picking their jobs, even with the experience that they had gained over the years of their love together. Illian had been fairly routine when compared to the Borderlands. And whatever had possessed them to travel there now eluded her mind, though it had seemed like an excellent idea at the time. Unfortunately for them they had not considered that what the Borderlander’s needed the most were warriors to fight the Blight and raids by Shadowspawn.
This years had been particularly tough, though profitable and fun in their own little ways. They had spent most of their time in Kandor and Saldaea, though they had travelled briefly within the other two lands for smaller jobs like cargo transport between the border villages. But after too many conflicts and Tessi’s death at the hands of a Trolloc axe she had decided to head back to the Southern lands and a more peaceful life.
However she had caught wind of another job and had taken it on, if only to make some much needed coin, and now here she was, walking within an arrow’s flight of the Mountains of Mist and searching for a refuge that she did not even know existed. A crack and a whoop sounded from behind her and she turned quickly to see five men running towards her. The first two fell within seconds of each other, arrows embedded in their chests. The third got a poor shot to the leg and still tried to stumble towards her for a few steps before collapsing with a roar of rage and pain.
The last two came, but her hand found a lack of arrows at her side. With a curse she turned tail and ran once more, outdistancing her pursuers easily within minutes. But she began to tire quickly, another tear and a whine of frustration escaping her throat at the pointlessness of it all. She was going to die in a pointless errand in a backwater place where nothing but the animals would know it had happened. Not even her parents would get to know what her fate had been.
Then out of the mist a colossal structure began to appear, like a hulking spectre of hope. Jogging towards it she gripped Tessi’s Shortbow tightly within her left hand as she entered the gates of he sanctuary. She could rest here for at least some time.
Career History
- Drin
- Ji'val (21 August 2009)
- Gaidin (24 November 2010)
