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Leina Hawkin
« on: Oct 27, 14, 12:26:41 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Leina Hawkin
Nicknames: Ina (which she hates and mostly used by those of the Rampart Club)
Age & Birthyear:  27 (Born: 162 years after the Purge)
Race:  Short-lived
Caste: witch
Birth Territory: Glacia
Home Territory: Dharo

Birthright Jewel: Opal petition
Offering Jewel:  Sapphire

Role: Infiltration Specialist
Faction: Rampart Club

Appearance


Play By: Pascale Hutton


Distinguishing Features:

Leina's most distinguishing feature is that of her shoulder length dark blonde hair and next up would be her smooth fair skin.  Her blue eyes she inherited from her mother who was of Glacian decent.  A rounded nose and thin but full and wide lips make her able to look average if she wants to or with just a little bit of hearth craft a definite "looker" if the current job calls for it. 

She is of average height, about five feet five inches tall.  Her tendency to slouch makes her appear shorter than what she really is.  She is of slim build but with some developed muscle because she keeps in shape in order to be prepared for anything when it comes to her work. 

She also wears a "hodge podge" of clothing depending on what is needed for a situation.  When not on the job she prefers simple clothing that she can feel comfortable in, which isn't always considered appropriate for women like pants and just plain shirts with as little frill on them as possible.  She certainly isn't concerned with others' opinions of her and what is considered tradition or fashionable.  She wears as little jewelry as possible to have as little to identify her as possible and the jewelry that she does wear is usually plain and widely worn among the blood.  Despite her plain or commonplace appearance she holds herself with confidence which reflects in how she walks, talks, etc. except when she slouches.

Her hands are considered small, just another thing those at the Rampart Club playfully chide her about, which irks her to no end.  She will often use craft to modify them and make them look more proportional by making her palm and fingers longer.   
 

Personality



Personality:
Leina is pretty "down to Earth" and doesn't think too much of herself.  She dislikes people who do (i.e. are arrogant, haughty, etc) for she considers it to be a personality flaw but also something that can be exploited in others if need be.  She is protean that way. 

She is quietly compassionate and cares for others but knows enough about the world not to get too attached.  She lost her mother at a young age and that has deeply affected and hurt her.  She strives not to get too fond of anyone or anything; especially other family members.  She reasons that if she doesn't get too close she can't get hurt again.  To avoid that hurt, she will often close herself off to feelings and emotions by taking extreme lengths.

She is deeply loyal to the Rampart Club and its ideals and isn't easily swayed from them.  She believes one hundred and fifty  percent in the group, its leader and that what it is doing is right and in the best interests of Dharo.  While she dislikes maliciousness and devious deeds she is dedicated and willing to do what needs to be done to get a job done. 

She likes simplicity in her personal life and hates complications like relationships or anything else that might compromise the secrecy of the Ramparts.  A simple life is easier to handle, plan for and control. 

She has trust issues stemming from the loss of her mother and father combined with the realization that her early childhood was all a lie spun by her father.  Because of this she can be a bit cynical but not to the point where she is morbid or miserable, at least in general.  She finds depression to be a waste of energy.  Though because of her trust issues and aversion to getting close to anyone she is often lonely and perhaps, on occasion, a little saddened, but nothing to an extreme. 

The only exception to her cool, "down to Earth" facade is Glacia and the priestesses of the Dark Religion.  She blames them and her mother's family for the death of not only her mother but her father as well.  She believes in a day of reckoning for them and secretly desires vengeance in which she would gladly deliver. 

Likes:
  • Cold Weather, snow storms, blizzards, etc.  The colder the better.  It reminds her of her early childhood in Glacia and one of the last times she was truly happy and carefree.
  • Organization.  She likes to be organized and tidy; often cleaning and rearranging things several times before settling on something. 
  • Daggers and knives.  Being an infiltrator can get messy when the job goes wrong and being handy with a dagger has saved her life more than once.  She likes the feel and movement of a dagger as she moves it through the air and through her hand.  She often has one spinning in her hand.
Dislikes:
  • Bureaucracy.  She likes to cut to the heart of a matter.  She sees bureaucrats as a necessary evil but that doesn't mean she has to like them.  They are, often times, the exact opposite of what she is.
  • Clutter and messes.  She is a neat freak and seeing any area of hers a mess will send her into a bout of cleaning and organization that very few can shake her from.
  • Traitors.  Those that have gone against Dharo she sees as little better than animal dung.  She believes in Dharo first and the Queen second.  She would gladly put a cold dagger in their hearts if ever she could.  Traitors don't deserve to live in her book. 
Fears:
  • Failure.  She fears failing at her job.  She often plans ahead and for several different scenarios just in case.  She feels that when she can't plan for something she has a higher chance of failure. 
  • Emotional Hurt.  Loosing her mother and father at an early age deeply affected her and she fears having that kind of connection again and feeling that resounding sense of pain and loss.
  • The Twisted Kingdom.  She fears going insane and loosing herself in the Twisted Kingdom.  While this is probably a common fear among the blood, her fear is an extreme and sometimes bordering on irrational.
  • Snakes.  Her fear of snakes is utterly irrational and not based in anything that happened to her, as far as she remembers.  She even fears little garden snakes that can't even harm you.
Craft Strengths:
  • Stealth - Growing up and being taught by the Rampart Club she gained a knack for stealth craft.  Which was also one of her father's strengths as well so those in the Club consider her to be her father's daughter. 
  • Deception and other similar empathic craft.  The Rampart Club also taught her the subtle art of deception craft and other related empathic craft like seduction, psychic monitoring, reading emotions, etc. 
Craft Weaknesses:
  • Telekinesis and other basic craft (except for calling in items or vanishing items but she had to practice rigorously to do it and she still "flubs" it sometimes.)  Being adept at compulsions and deceptions which can be intricate and harder to perform she has a hard time grasping some basic craft like telekinesis, calling in objects or simple cooling or heating spells. 
  • Death Spells & Extended duration spells, basically anything Timed Craft related.  She has a hard time grasping the concepts of delaying craft and applying it.  She has tried to work on it but often with disastrous results. 
Life Story

Family:
Mother: Ester Varis (Deceased) Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk Healer
Father: Conall Hawkin (Deceased) Opal to Green Warlord
Siblings: None that she knows of

History:

Leina was born in the Glaciain capitol city of Vaasa, her mother was Glacian and her father was from Dharo.  Growing up she knew nothing of her father's true identity and being part of the Rampart Club.  She knew only a lie; that her father had visited from Dharo and fallen in love with her mother.  Her mother's family was normally wary of outsiders not only for being Glacian and their normal secretive facade that they keep but also because they were a wealthy merchant family and knew of plenty who wished to take advantage of them for that reason.  Yet Leina's father held a dark jewel; a green and because of this they allowed her mother to marry him, hoping it would elevate her mother's status just a little bit.

That was the lie that she grew up with and despite being lied to by her own father her childhood was still a happy one.  Her mother often doted upon her and gave her whatever she wished, while her father was often absent from her childhood life.  Before her birthright ceremony she had become accustomed to the finer things in life and being from a wealthy merchant family in Glacia they could afford it.

When her father was around he was often stoic or abrupt with her.  He would claim that he loved her but it was always restricted, like he was holding back, though she couldn't sense that at the time. 

Despite the affection and love her mother showed her, Leina had been raised to believe in the Dark Religion and she often thought very little of her mother, often becoming obstinate and unruly when her mother asked her to do anything.  Only her father with his darker jewels or her mother's father, could get her to do anything.

At the age of eight she made her birthright offering and received an opal jewel.  In keeping with what she had been taught and her beliefs at the time she thanked Mother Night and the Darkness for the blessing.  Her mother had been so relieved and in keeping with Glacian tradition a grand ball was thrown in celebration. 

Remembering that night is a memory of pure happiness and excitement.  She was finally able to stay up for the festivities and was the focus of it all.  Prayers and thanks to the Darkness and Mother Night, the mother of Witch, were rampart throughout the night.  She repeated these prayers, ones she, at the time, believed.  Displaying her opal jewel proudly she was dressed in her finest court dresses and loved every minute of it. 

At some point during the night it was announced by her grandfather (on her mother's side) that she would be trained as a Priestess thanks to Mother Night.  Her mother was so proud and so was she.  She could barely believe the blessings she had received which made that night all the more magical.

It was late in the night when she finally collapsed into slumber, exhausted she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.  She was in such a deep sleep that it seemed like it was only a moment later when her mother was roughly shaking her awake and ordering her to pack only a bare minimum amount of clothes and to take nothing else. 

Being spoiled, holding a dark jewel and now to be trained as a Priestess she stood her ground and refused.  She demanded to know what was gong on she only stood beside her bed refusing to move.  Suddenly, a rough slap across the face came from her father.  Shock rippled through her, not only at the slap but because she hadn't even seen him standing there.

"You will do as I say or I will do it for you.  I will carry you kicking and screaming if need be," he had warned. 

She complied, more out of shock than anything.  Neither of her parents explained what was happening but it was serious for lines of worry and haste were written all over their features.  They moved so fast that she barely remembers what clothes she took with her and was upset at having to leave so many of her other things behind, like her craft enhanced snow globe that shifted between a snowflake and an opal jewel; a gift from her Grandfather.

They moved swiftly through the night using their own carriage to maneuver through Vaasa's streets.  They tried to keep a low profile but they didn't make it out without being accosted.  The gates of the city were in sight when the carriage abruptly stopped.  Standing in front of it was her grandfather; a dark jeweled warlord and two dark jeweled warlord princes. 

She doesn't remember much of what was said other then that her grandfather wanted them to get out of the carriage.  She remembers not knowing what all the fuss was about and wanting to do as her grandfather commanded because he sounded very angry.  She remembers her father's voice and how she never had heard that kind of fear in his voice.

"Ester, shield yourself and Leina, put up a few and throw all your strength into them so it will take them longer to break," he had urged her mother frantically.  The sound of his voice made Leina complaint and silent as slowly fear began to grip her as well. 

It all happened so fast after that.  Her mother had created several shields and her father climbed out of the carriage.  Then a loud crash, pop and boom of combat craft pierced the air.  She didn't see the fight, only heard and felt it.  The carriage trembled and she heard bolts of energy rumble and shake her mother's shields; they were trying to get at both of them.  She heard people screaming but it was all combined into one long anguishing noise, or so it seemed.

And it all happened so fast. 

Next thing she knew her mother was pushing her out of the carriage.  She remembers feeling terrified as the cobbled ground came up to greet her as she fell and stumbled out.  Pain flooded her body as she hit the ground but in the next moment she ignored all that as witchfire engulfed the carriage she had been in and which her mother was still in. 

When she closes her eyes and thinks of it, she can still hear her mother's screams to this day.

She was in shock, she didn't know what happened next, it all became a blank to her and the next thing she remembers is the stinging cold winds of Glacia hitting both her and her father's face as he carried her and they walked upon the open tundra of Glacia's wilderness. 

Later she discovered that as her father battled with her grandfather the two warlord princes were trying to get through her mother's shields and when they succeeded her mother had put up a daring defense that any mother bear in defense of her cub would be proud of.  She had managed to secure a knife in-between the ribs of one of the warlords, just as her father had secretly taught her; inevitably planing for this day.  The arrogant dark jeweled warlord didn't even have any personal shields on, so confident that his dark jewels would overcome any Craft that the lighter jeweled healer had.  But it wasn't Craft that her mother used against him but the sharp point of a knife. 

It had cost her mother dearly though, the second warlord had let out a ball of witchfire aimed right at her mother and in that moment of agonizing pain as her mother was hit she pushed little Leina out of the carriage so she wouldn't share the same fate. 

Her father had soon gained the upper hand on her grandfather and gave him a finishing kill using Craft.  He got to Leina's side just as the last remaining warlord, the one that had loosed the witchfire was descending upon Leina to take her away.  A large blast of green jeweled power rocked the warlord, once, twice and three times before the warlord's shields broke and then he struck with a dagger into his throat. 

Bearing up little Leina he quickly made his way through shadowy alleys and out of Vaasa.  He had used up a lot of the power in his jewels in the battle and so they began trekking through the open wilderness towards a rendezvous point for extraction out of Glacia by the Rampart Club.

They were moving North East towards Nokia, where he continued to say his friends would be to take them home.  She was numb by that point, confused and remembered thinking to herself that home was back in Vaasa, but she dared not say anything like that to her father.  Most of her thoughts were consumed by the sound of her mother screaming.  Sadness gripped her, not the sadness of a little spoiled girl that didn't get a pony for Winsol but true sadness as she realized her mother had sacrificed herself so she could live.  The Dark Religion preached that those with the light jewels were impure and spurned by Mother Night and as a result she had never respected her mother; not until now.  She cried for days at the death of her mother and because of the guilt and regret she felt.  Her father never acknowledged those tears and only put a comforting hand upon her shoulder and said. 

"What's done is done, she loved you, don't squander her sacrifice."

She remembers thinking how cold her father was, like the Glacian tundra that they were walking across; that he and it were one as they traversed it.  Only later did she realize how much he had had truly loved her and she him and how much he was hurting during that whole bleak time of snow gusts and bitter wind.

The journey to Nokia was a long one and so her father had time to explain everything to her; who he really was, what he was doing in Glacia and some of what had happened.  It was a lot to take in for an eight year old who had just lost her home, her mother and was now fleeing into oblivion.  It took a long time for her to process all of what he said, she certainly wasn't conscious of most of it at the time.  What she does remember is her father saying that he couldn't stand for his daughter to be trained as a Priestess into that awful religion.  A religion of ignorance and bigotry, he had called it.  It was that argument that began their need to flee Glacia for her grandfather had become very suspicious of her father had intended to have him put to questioning by a Black Widow, overseen by the Priestess of the Dark Religion the next day.  With the risk of his identity as a spy being found out they had to leave.

She remembers the hate for him that welled up inside of her for being lied to and for causing all of this to happen.  She didn't blame herself because she was the cause of the argument she blamed her father because he had started it, he was only trying to protect himself and his Hells forsaken cover.  She hated him after that; a hate that stewed and grew until there was nothing more left between them during that long march towards Nokia. 

When they finally reached Nokia members of the Rampart Club met up with them and with a bit of bribery and heavy use of manipulation Craft were able to use the landing web there.  Despite it being a risk they rode the Sapphire winds but it was only a one time risk for they weren't going to land at any of the Glacian landing webs.  Their destination wasn't Askavi or Nharkava but just a quick jaunt East towards a ship that was waiting off the coast of Glacia.  It was dangerous to land without a landing web, extremely dangerous but they had no other option.  News had spread about Leina and her father and there wasn't any amount of money the smugglers would take to smuggle them out of Glacia now.

Landing on the ship had been a disaster.  Everyone was shouting, the ship was lurching back and forth violently and combined with the salty sea air was the sweet coppery smell of blood as it bathed the top of the ship's deck. 

Her father had been mortally injured as they landed and one other had been hurt but they would live.  Their freedom had come at a terrible price.  It wasn't a short journey and during most of it her father lay below decks in pain and agony.  He called upon her to talk with her about the things he had done and who to trust and who not to trust.  For the most part she listened numbly, still too angry with him to truly hear his words. 

The one name among those to trust that did stand out was Dazel Curzon.  Leader of the Rampart Club, as her father explained it.  Trust him and then trust them, her father had insisted as he lay dying. 

He confessed to her then that her mother had loved her so much and that despite all the lies her father had told to her that she was going to leave Glacia and everything she had ever know because she  had loved her so much and didn't want to be separated from her. 

When her father finally succumbed to his wounds, somewhere just before they hit the Sceltian channel she remembers screaming at his lifeless body in a cacophony of anger and despair.  She was so angry at him for everything and especially for leaving her.  She was a maelstrom of emotions that took a long time to heal out and even some she still hasn't come to terms with. 

Once back in Dharo, with no other known family members and with her knowing too many of Rampart Club's secrets, told to her by her father, she was raised by the Club itself.  She would live with one member one month and they would go out on a field assignment and then she would be moved to live with another member the next month; men, women; it didn't matter, whoever was available at the time. 

She also met Dazel soon after arriving in Dharo, although she was too numb to form an opinion of him at the time she remembers him being distant but watchful over her.  Whenever she was at one of the offices that Dazel was in he would always be nearby but distant. 

Luckily her father had lived long enough on the ship that bore them back to Dharo in order to give a full statement of what had occurred in Glacia.  She didn't have to recount her version of it and open those fresh wounds.  No one asked her what had happened and she preferred it that way.

Life began in Dharo with schooling.  She was immediately enrolled in school to "catch up" on her education even though, as a daughter of a wealthy merchant family, she had been educated in Glacia. 

The next few years passed by without incident.  While many in the Rampart Club felt that she would begin to act out because of the loss of her parents she, in fact, did quite the opposite.  She retreated inward to herself and spent much of her time alone.  Her personality changed dramatically, where she had been spoiled she became frugal, where she had been obstinate she became more pliant and where she had been boisterous and rude she became quiet and respectful.  She learned her Craft and more mundane studies in quiet contemplation of all that had happened to her.

As she grew older she shed more and more of Glacia's Dark Religion beliefs and began to see it for what it was; a measure of control in an inhospitable land, or at least that was her take on it.  Her studies in school had opened her up to other ideas and cultures and as a result these beliefs rooted in her childhood were slowly being wiped away.  The anger that she had previously felt for her father shifted and changed until she hated the Dark Religion and those that served it.  The cold feeling of revenge soon began to grow inside of her heart.

At age fifteen The Rampart Club sent her to Harrow Island to train in stealth and deception craft.  Next it was the arts of deception, manipulation, quick wit and intuition that often became a necessary part of the job when on an assignment; both with craft and without.  These lessons soon evolved into defense training and more lethal serious training to ensure that she could handle just about anything while on an assignment. 

While the emphasis wasn't on killing she had to know how to do so in case things turned bad.  That reasoning reminded her of how her father had taught her mother how to use a dagger to kill in case of an emergency.  Visions of that night often plagued her while she was training at Harrow.  Yet she was determined not to slip and while vulnerable it only encouraged her to become fiercer and more determined not to fail.

By then she had developed a kinship with members of the Rampart Club, they even began calling her Ina, as her father had done and despite her reluctance to let anyone get close she slipped just a little and let the some of the members of the core team get close to her.  One night while on leave from training she even slipped up and told Dazel what had happened that night and subsequent days on the open frozen tundra thereafter.  Too much pilfered wine had loosened her tongue.  He was and is the only one she ever told what had happened and how she felt.

When she turned eighteen she inevitably began think of making her Offering to the Darkness and began dreading it.  She had developed such an uneasy loathing of her darker birthright jewel that had been so cherished in Glacia and by the Dark Religion that she had no desire to descend even darker.

Another year went by before Dazel came to her and told her she could put it off no longer.  Reluctantly she waited until the next darkest night and enlisted the aid of a Priestess member of the Ramparts.  During the ceremony her own loathing of the dark jewels began to show through and she quickly began to spiral out of control as she descended.  Fear and panic griped her as she thought she was going to slip into insanity and the Twisted Kingdom.  Through her fear she remembered her mother and the strength she had shown despite her lighter jewels and from somewhere within her she found the strength to stabilize her descent.  She came out with a sapphire jewel.

They would have been so proud in Glacia. 

Having made her Offering and completed her schooling Leina was sure that Dazel would begin to put her in the field sometime soon but it never came.  She waited another year and just after her twentieth birthday she went to him to confront him about it.  Turns out he was worried about her not having had her virgin night.  Somehow he knew she was still vulnerable.  In retrospect, she should have realized it wasn't that big of a stretch for the leader of Dharo's best, largest and oldest spy organization to have known something like that, especially if he deemed it important enough to know.  He argued that she would be vulnerable in the field if she hadn't gone through it first. 

The fear of the Twisted Kingdom came back to her once more and she fled from Dazel that night and retreated to the safety and security of being alone.  It was several nights later when Dazel found her again and offered to see her through her Virgin Night.  Had it been anyone else she would have refused, would have run away again and probably been broken by the first fumbling warlord that dropped his pants for her.  But it wasn't anyone else it was him, the one that had always distantly watched over her when she was growing up.  Needless to say she made it through her Virgin Night unscathed.

She was put out into the field the very next night. 

Her first mission was a field mission; just get in, learn what you can in that short amount of time and get out.  The Rampart Club had been hearing for some time now that Carlton's Aristo Club had been secretly financing Dirk Ryder.  Armed with those rumors the Club then learned that some of the high ranking members of Carlton's met for drinks and gambling at one of the more high end gambling dens of the city. 

She was nervous about her first mission and when it was explained the tight outfit and flirting she was going to have to do to get close to one of the men she secretly cursed Dazel.  Despite actually caring enough to see that she made it through her virgin night, she also knew that he did it just in case this mission became sexual.  She wasn't happy with him, to say the least.  Yet that only made her more determined to see the job done, without a sexual element, as if to spite Dazel somehow. 

The smoke of cigars and smell of wine permeated the air of the gambling den and while it was certainly upscale there was still that seedy sexual element as women and men hung on arms or sat on the laps of the den's patrons. 

Spotting the members of Carlton's wasn't that hard and using just a touch of Craft she caught the attention of one of them.  A wave of his hand to her was all it took and she was walking his way in no time.  Only her opal jewel hung out, not daring to show her sapphire and show her hand by revealing the depth of her jewels she approached him and used her sweetest voice.

"What can I git ya suga'?"

She hated this part of the job.

A quick hand struck out and grabbed hers as a quick tug brought her tumbling into his lap.  The night couldn't go quick enough for her.

Gathering information wasn't always a sure thing and it certainly wasn't as quick as those romantic spy novel authors would have you believe.  It is long and involved for a reason; so no to gain suspicion.  For example, sure a witch at a gambling den could get close to a mark but they certainly couldn't just strike up a serious conversation about where his finances went.  No, this approach was going to either take luck or a visit back to his place to rummage for information.  She certainly doubted he kept secret financial dealings that could have him prosecuted for treason just lying around so that was also going to take a bit of luck.  In reality, spies struck out more often then not.

Luck was on her side that night, however, when at the end of the night a nondescript man approached her mark respectfully.  A key was quickly placed in the hands of that man by her mark and that was that.  The man bowed, turned and left. 

A quick psychic message to the leader of the four man support team that was waiting and hidden outside barely interrupted her thoughts.  She knew these men, were familiar with them as part of the Rampart Club and became familiar with each others psychic minds for just this occasion. 

They would chase down that lead and see where it led to.  Now she just had to lose her mark.  His advances here becoming more direct considering the game was over and he was about to retire.  A simple flirt, harmless words masked the compulsion craft inside of them.

"My words enrage you.  Hit me." the compulsion spoke deep to his mind. 

A testament to her training the spell took hold and angered by whatever she had said his fist came out of nowhere and landed at her left eye.  Still playing the part she screamed and fell back out of his lap to hit the floor.  Standing up with red fury in his face it seemed like he was going to hit her again while on the floor but his compatriots grabbed him and pulled him back before that could happen. 

She fled in horror as the management of the den through them out for the night.  Once outside she threw on a waiting cloak, left for her by her team and used a little stealth craft to slip quietly into the night and back towards headquarters to rendezvous with her team and see what they had uncovered.

So ended her first night in the field.  She didn't mind the shiner the man had given her, she dealt with the pain silently.  What she cared about was the information they had gained.  The key led to an account with money and a ledger, detailing financial transactions.  Now it was all about following the money trail.  They had gained something incredibly useful that night. 

She quickly excelled in the Rampart Club and rose in the ranks to become a member of the Core Team in a matter of four short years, of course the prestige of who her father was also helped.  He had been the first to breach Glacia's borders and secrecy and had gained a lot of valuable information on the territory and the dealings of the wealthy merchants there. 

Currently, she continues to work in infiltrating different groups, organizations, clubs or just plain individuals for the Club as part of the Core Team and bides her time hoping to one day return to Glacia to not only make sense of what happened in her childhood but to also exact revenge upon those that she feels are responsible.


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Character in Play:

((**Chose this as her first role play sample because it's just how I picture her in her "off time" and also displays more of her personality quirks**))

Soft padded leather graced the palm of her had as her fingers caressed the cool dark steel hilt of her favorite dagger.  It was a nondescript dagger, nothing flashy or different than a thousand other daggers out there so no one could trace it back to her if she lost it in a “sticky” situation.  She loved the feel of it under her calloused fingers, so gained by doing just this, practicing using a dagger and fighting with it.  Normally an illusion graced her hands, not only to hide the callouses but to also hide how small they were.  She wasn't superficial by any means but for some reason her petite palms and slender fingers struck a nerve within her. 

“Ina, Ina with her tiny hands.  I'm surprised you can wield a dagger at all,” one of the members of the Rampart Club drifted by as she sat in one of the townhouse offices in Coventry. 

As if response she spun the dagger in her hand, the blade cutting the air with a “woosh” sound.  She didn't respond to the chiding.  They did that often, she had grown up around them, it was only natural.  It hardly bothered her anymore, well except the bit about the hands.  Cheeky bastard that one. 

Woosh.  The dagger spun again in her hand for no other reason than to feel it move, the soft leather wearing new callouses into her palm.

Glancing at her you would think she was focused in her thoughts, but she was anything but.  Glacia weighed upon her mind and perhaps it wasn't the best idea to be holding a dagger in her hand at the time.  Cold anger seethed through her at the thought of that forsaken territory.  The screams of her mother as she burned in the carriage pierced her thoughts and fueled her anger.  She wanted to kill every last one of them.  Those Darkness forsaken people and their fucking religion.  They had killed her mother and her father.  She would kill them all if she had the chance. 

“Leina,” a voice woke her from her cold rage and she turned with a swivel of her head that sent her dark blonde hair swooshing after her. 

“Hell's Fire quit brooding its as chilly in here as a Glacian skinny dip,” the same member that had chided her earlier spoke up from across the room.  He, perhaps, realized his mistake a bit too late as the words were already out of his mouth before his eyes widened and he slunk down in his own chair. 

Blue eyes narrowed at the warlord that had spoken up, but in truth she couldn't be upset with him and she had been brooding, something she didn't like to do.  A long winded sigh escaped her lips then as she tossed her dagger onto her desk with a thud.  Leaning forward in her chair she slouched slightly and brought her chin int her hand and propped her elbow up on the desk. 

“Sorry.  It's rather dull tonight, isn't it?” she changed the subject. 

The warlord only shrugged in response and continued to go about what he had been doing.

That always her problem.  Coming back in from the field was always boring compared to the excitement she had when she was in the thick of it.  Sitting at headquarters and waiting to be debriefed always made her want  to Return to the Darkness. 

Her eyes caught the gentle out of place angle of the box of parchment paper located in the upper right corner of the desk and her eyes fixated and dilated like a Glacian cat that spotted prey.  Well she was going to be busy for the next few hours, her cynical side thought.  Re-organizing her desk was always such an exaggerated affair for her. 


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((**Adding another role play sample to write a future scenario where she is on the mission of infiltrating Glacia to go along with the petition below**))


The stinging bite of Glacia's cold winds tormented her face, but she loved the feel of it.  It had been over a decade since she had felt its crisp chilling sting and it brightened her mood slightly.  The next few hours was going to be like stabbing herself in the foot, painful but necessary in certain circumstances.

The bell, signaling the first of her guests had arrived woke her from her contemplation and she quickly shut the windows of her sitting room and moved to the middle of the room to await their entry.  She wore a fashionable blue dress that brought out the color of her blue eyes; a gift of her mother's Glacian heritage.  Her sapphire jewel, surrounded by diamonds hung proudly on a dazzling white gold necklace around her neck. 

She took in a deep breath.  She could do this. 

A quick knock at the door preceded her approval to enter and her butler opened the door and two of Glacia's Priestesses that served at Vaasa's main shrine entered.  It took everything within her not to strike them both down, let alone show her displeasure.  To her they represented the Priestesses that had killed her mother. 

Plastering on a cordial smile she gave a curtsey as a show of respect to their high office of serving Mother Night. 

"Greetings Ladies," she welcomed them with a fake smile that she hoped would be passable.  "Won't you sit and would you like some tea or mulled wine?" she continued.  Autumn had set in and with it the cold winds, mulled wine was just the thing to warm stomachs and loosen tongues. 

"Greetings Lady Varis.  My, there is a dreadful chill in here!" one of the priestesses remarked as she sat.

Yes, there was a reason for that.  "Forgive my manners.  I shall have someone tend to the fire.  For now how about some mulled wine," she motioned to her butler as she spoke.  Watching as he poured a glass for each of them before pouring one for herself she sat in her own chair and brought the glass to her lips. 

"I hope the day finds you both well.  How fares your activities at the shrine?" she inquired as the butler began to offer trays of finger sandwiches and other little tasty treats. 

"Oh you know, the same.  Much of it is clerical in nature," the first replied. 

"And boring," the second one added with a laugh.

She forced a delicate little laugh past her lips and quickly brought the glass to her lips to hide any potential slip on her part. 

"I hear the new collars are available and are much more fashionable than the old ones," she there it out there to see what came of it before taking a finger sandwich, delicately between two fingers. 

"Oh yes, they are quite a marvel now with gold inlay they practically gleam," the first one responded with excitement. 

She made her eyes widen in response to show she was interested.  "Why I must have one.  I have the odious task of looking after an estranged niece, summer sky jewels and all.  She is willful and unruly.  She has already landed herself in trouble."

"Oh you know they will settled down with the right persuasion," the second priestess before popping the rest of a sandwich into her mouth. 

"Indeed I hope so," she replied but paused purposefully as if she were thinking on something. 

"What is it Lady Varis?" the first priestess inquired and fell into her trap. 

"Oh do call me Leina.  Let us not stand on ceremony," she began.  "And it is nothing really.  A question occurred to me to ask.  Have you ever considered their value outside of Glacia?"

One of them was about to respond but the sound of the front door bell sounded once more and the last two of her guests joined them; both were aristo witches from other merchant families.

She plastered on that smile again, "Please come in and have some mulled wine.  I understand it is a bit chilly in here.  We were just speaking of the new collars and their value." 

Let the wine flow. 




Petitions (if any): 
Jewel Rank Requesting: Birthright Opal (descend two ranks as per descent roll to Sapphire)


Reasons For Requesting this Birthright:
An opal birthright would technically make her a dark jewel in the eyes of the Dark Religion of Glacia, in addition her sapphire descent would give her, at least, a little muscle when it came to the territory's  darker jewels.  Not only would a lighter jewel be infeasible but it would also be more difficult for not only her but the Rampart Club to create an effective cover for her for the lighter jewels have more restrictions and scrutiny upon them in Glacia. 

An opal to sapphire descent I feel is perfectly suited for while it's dark it's still light enough not to draw too much attention which fits in perfectly with the need to infiltrate and gather information in Glacia.  Also, it is statistically suited to Glacia's dark to light jeweled ratio as that territory produces more dark jeweled blood than any other.

Could I play her with lighter jewels, absolutely, she just wouldn't be as effective at infiltrating Glacia and given her unique knowledge of the territory would, I feel, be a waste of knowledge if she couldn't apply it to its best effect and the Rampart Club is going to need someone with the knowledge of Glacia and the jewels to back it up if they want to that mission successful.  A darker jeweled character is just synonymous to this character, no way around it.

The darker jewel is, basically essential to her own long-term plots and even added plots for others both in Glacia and the Rampart Club as a new Glacian slave collar threat potentially played out. 


Plans for this Character:
Leina has always wanted to return to Glacia for revenge at the death of her parents.  She has been harboring a deep seeded hatred for the Dark Religion of Glacia and it's priestesses and also wants revenge up her mother's family, in which she will find any means necessary to carry out. 

In the meantime, she would continue to learn her spy craft and hone her talents with the field missions the Club gives her.  Each mission, she feels, brings her more training, knowledge and closer to her long-term Glacian goal.

The Rampart Club has been keeping her busy inside the boundaries of Dharo.  Though, more and more rumors of slave collars being seen in Khaleer and in-particularly Glacia would be reaching the ears of the Rampart Club.  Troubling to the Club, they would send the person most ideally suited to infiltrate the territory and would send Leina.  I plan on her eventually going deep undercover into Glacia to determine if the slave collars pose any threat to Dharo either it's culture or freedom of it's people. 

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Re: Leina Hawkin
« Reply #1 on: Oct 27, 14, 02:29:43 PM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Yellow birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Rose Jewel at your offering.

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Re: Leina Hawkin
« Reply #2 on: Oct 27, 14, 02:55:51 PM »
Hm, I just can't see her as being that light of a jewel especially with potential Glacian plots.  Going to bank the roll (already requested) and ask for a descent ranking roll pretty please.  :D  *gives cookies*

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Re: Leina Hawkin
« Reply #3 on: Oct 27, 14, 04:01:58 PM »
Hm, I just can't see her as being that light of a jewel especially with potential Glacian plots.  Going to bank the roll (already requested) and ask for a descent ranking roll pretty please.  :D  *gives cookies*

Request completed, Yellow to Rose has been banked. Here is a descent only roll! :D


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Re: Leina Hawkin
« Reply #4 on: Oct 28, 14, 01:50:02 PM »
Just saw request for 5 family rolls. Sorry for the delay / missing the note.
1. Tiger Eye - Purple Dusk
2. Opal - Green
3. Rose - Purple Dusk
4. White - Tiger Eye
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Re: Leina Hawkin
« Reply #5 on: Oct 28, 14, 01:55:54 PM »
No worries, when I got to outlining her family I would have mentioned it.  :)

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Re: Leina Hawkin
« Reply #6 on: Oct 31, 14, 04:17:05 PM »
She's done.  She is from Jamie's wanted ad so I would like to hold off on the official review of the app until Jamie reads it first.  :)  Thanks!!  <3

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Re: Leina Hawkin
« Reply #7 on: Nov 01, 14, 06:17:15 PM »
Acknowledging that I need to complete a first pass for the Wanted Ad requirements, and that it's on my to do list :)










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Re: Leina Hawkin
« Reply #8 on: Nov 01, 14, 09:52:01 PM »
**Spoke with Tal & I edited Leina's app to take out the two priestess that are with Leina's grandfather when they try to stop them from leaving Glacia and replaced them with two warlord princes.  Just an FYI, that's the only thing I changed (and the her to his refereces of the priestess)**

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« Reply #9 on: Nov 02, 14, 05:16:53 AM »
Thanks for the update! <3 Hoping to do a check on the Wanted Ad requirements today.










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Re: Leina Hawkin
« Reply #10 on: Nov 02, 14, 06:29:05 PM »
**Added in suggested edits by Jamie - added Stealth craft as one of her strengths and the reasoning behind her mother helping them escape Glacia in her history.**


**Ready for OFFICIAL Review now**