[M] Sanctuary: As Daylight Dies (OOC)

[Cfavano]

would this be a good weapon I could use?

[RedKayne]

@ LittleLionFire: Looks good so far! Lol I can already tell that Leona and Anna will not get along well

@ Cfavano: What character class were you planning on using?

[Cfavano]

Crusader, of course.

[RedKayne]

@ Cfavano: Alright, just wanted to make sure. That will be fine, but just letting you know that weapon will still significantly slow him down regardless of the enhanced strength.

[LittleLionFire]

@RedKayne
Haha, I figured that from reading her sheet the first time, the character in mind would be amost complete opposite of her. Lol. But looking forwards to interacting with your characters, as well as the unmade-inwaiting characters too! Teehee...

[Cfavano]

which is why I will also be using the tower shield:

[Maya]

Name: Kiera Sanford


Age: 27


Gender: Female


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Class: Paladin
Abilities: Enhances Speed, Enhanced Hearing, Mimicry


Appearance:

Spoiler: Kiera: 

Equipment

Spoiler: Casual Clothing: 

Spoiler: Armor: 

There's not much armor in her arsenal. Mainly a few strategic pieces across the chest, arms and legs. Enough to provide some semblance of protection; but, still allow for ease of movement to maintain a low profile in the terrain when out on assignment.

Spoiler: Weapons: 

She always travels with a light bow and quiver of arrows. (see Armor) In addition, a small hunting knife strapped to her right thigh for easy access.

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Personality:

She's like the tale of two cities. When not having to work or train, Kiera is fairly laid back, a bit of a tease and easy going. She's known to cheat at cards; yet, denies it even when caught red handed. There's a air of confidence about her. Someone who walks with her head high as if she owns the world, or at least one little part of it. A quality some find appealing and others quite irritating. If need be, she'll push a few buttons to get her opinion across to the powers that be.

During those tense moments when there's a job to do, she'll become eerily quiet, a tad introverted and super focused on what needs to be done. Most find it's best not to even try to crack any jokes or do anything to get in the way of her 'quiet time'. When it's kill or be killed, there's no room for error.


History:

Kiera Leann Sanford was born and raised in Eden. Her father had been a successful builder before the city's lake went bad and all fell into hard times. Afterwards, he'd take any old job someone offered to keep his family afloat working dusk til dawn or longer. Illness weakened his body but a heart attack took his life. Her mother still stayed in a place normal people would consider almost unlivable. Barely a thriving city anymore, the place still hobbled along with nothing short of a death grip on the old ways. Their water fouled..the food sources all but gone. Yet the elders refused to acknowledge the downward spiral of their plight.

Even among each other, they barely trusted anyone. Especially outsiders. Too proud to reach out to the Church, too paranoid to seek any help from Sanctuary. The powers that be would rather their inhabitants sit and rot than dare appear to bow down to another.

Pride goeth before the fall. Kiera's mother saw that drop off getting closer in the distance. People were starving, wasting away and dying. Wouldn't be long before only a few remained. Even the young were suffering. That's why she made the hardest decision of her life to send her baby girl, only six years old, away. Doing so, was the best decision she could have made for the child. Even though she knew, with her daughter's youth, she'd likely not even remember the woman who'd given birth to her.

Once within the city of Sanctuary, Kiera was placed in a children's home of sorts. She was adopted by a loving family who owned a local bakery. By twelve, she was working beside her adoptive mother making fresh made bread, cookies and cakes. While she enjoyed the job, it was never an occupation she wanted to commit her life to. On the very morning of her eighteenth birthday, with her families blessing, Kiera put her name on the list for militant training. A move destined to change her stars altogether.

She didn't expect the training to be easy. Nothing worthwhile ever was. Through all the ups and down, aches and pains and all those times where it would be easier to throw in the towel and give up, Kiera endured. She wanted to be a Templar and do her family proud.

In the process of all of the training, they found her special skills and helped her hone them. Upon completion of the field test, she attained her goal of becoming a Paladin. Baking was now only done for special occasions.

Spoiler: RP Sample 

[/QUOTE]"Keep that hood down over your head and your eyes to the ground. Don't draw attention to yourself and talk to no one unless you have to. I've packed two loaves of bread. That's all I had left so eat it sparingly on the way." How much a child so young might comprehend of her requests was unknown. The middle aged woman, named Mary, toyed with her daughter's long, blonde locks almost lovingly before taking some sheers from the dining table, and with great regret, cutting the silken strands off to just below the ears. Feeling it was easier to brush and keep clean during the journey. She'd place those strands of what may be the last reminder of her only child into a wooden box full of other precious momentous collected over time.

The girl, all of six, was entrusted into the care of another family in the town, also making their way to greener pastures in Sanctuary. Their goal..giving their children some chance of a better life. Mary's husband had died only a year before and she barely made enough washing clothes to keep a roof over their heads now. The woman scrounged together every item of value she had means to procure in order to raise the money needed to pay for her daughter's to escape to a better life. Right down to her wedding band, every last cent went to buy her a place on the caravan with other families seeking the same goal. The money went to two guards who guaranteed all would be safely delivered to city gates. From there, fate would handle the rest.

Glancing into the broken mirror hanging on the wall of her mother's room, the girl, much more aware than most for her age, softly whispered. "What if the beasties come? What do I do?"

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, she'd answer honestly. "You run. Run as fast as your feet can carry you and never look back. Promise me that." Many of the people in Eden may not trust the Templar's; but, there was no future here for the young. She recognized that.

"I promise." Those big eyes with the golden hue brimmed with tears once the reality of their situation became more clear.
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Kiera never saw her mother again. Nor did the so called guards provide safe passage. In fact, they were woefully ill prepared for the sneak attack when passing through a valley on the third night of their journey. The beasts must have been tracking the group until it stopped to allow for rest as the sun set. Under the cover of darkness, the vampires attacked. Some of the travelers knew how to fight them. Most did not. Their screams of terror piercing the night as people scrambled in all directions trying to find a place to hide.

She didn't run. There were so many of the evil beasts circling around, the only thing she could do was squeeze herself between the three barrels used to transport water while hoping none of the bad things could see her. By morning, the few remaining survivors made their way back to the site. A few hours later, perhaps by sheer luck, a group of Templar's arrived as well. Even though her mother would never know it, her daughter, the youngest of the group, did finally make it to Sanctuary.

[TheDoctor]

which is why I will also be using the tower shield:

Uh. I don't think so.

Using a giant greatsword of that size plus a tower shield? That probably isn't gonna fly in this RP. It simply isn't realistic.

[Dire Hoef]

Wow... Uhm... There may not be a spot for me...

[Cfavano]

Well, I am stronger than a normal human.