Delana El' Avago
14 May 2007, 08:39
Name:
Delana (Del) El' Avago
Gender:
Female
Age:
19
Position:
Apprentice to the ships Doctor, Dr. van Tassel.
Appearance:
Skinny, and pale, in an almost unhealthy way.
She is of average height, around 5'4", okay, a little short then.
She has hazel hair, covered by a dark maroon headscarf.
Her eyes are dark, and large, and would look innocent, if not for the livid scar running across the left side of her face, from eyebrow to just below her high cheekbone.
Del wears an old naval uniform she salvaged from a wreck on her travels, and patched up to fit her, with a white shirt underneath the jacket, the trousers fraying slightly at the bottom, and scuffed black boots. She carries a pistol, always.
Personality:
She keeps herself to herself mostly, isn't very open.
Very strong willed, though people have called it pig-headedness.
She has a large heart, though she keeps it hidden, not wanting to get tied down by anything.
She thinks by keeping moving, she can avoid her past catching up on her.
But perhaps she is wrong...?
Background:
Del was brought up in a small village by her parents, one Daniel El' Avago, and her mother, Lily El 'Avago. She didn't always wear patched up mens clothes, and fishermens gear or the like. No, she used to wear dresses, made by her mother; an excellent seamstress to which people would travel far and wide to make their dresses.
She was happy, and soft, and pure with joy. A few months after her 15th birthday was when it happened.
She was forced to flee the village in the dead of the night, leaving the bodies of her parents behind her. Of course, no one wanted to think that she had done it. Such a sweet girl, they said, it can't have been her... could it?
But Del didn't know. She had no memory of the night her parents died.
So she fled, and in her wake spread toxic rumours, rumours of the sweet, honest girl that killed her loving parents.
She traveled for years, working in whichever town she came to next, begging in others. She took any job going, be it in a bakery, in a guard troop, fishing- once she had even been assistant to a net maker.
Delana (Del) El' Avago
Gender:
Female
Age:
19
Position:
Apprentice to the ships Doctor, Dr. van Tassel.
Appearance:
Skinny, and pale, in an almost unhealthy way.
She is of average height, around 5'4", okay, a little short then.
She has hazel hair, covered by a dark maroon headscarf.
Her eyes are dark, and large, and would look innocent, if not for the livid scar running across the left side of her face, from eyebrow to just below her high cheekbone.
Del wears an old naval uniform she salvaged from a wreck on her travels, and patched up to fit her, with a white shirt underneath the jacket, the trousers fraying slightly at the bottom, and scuffed black boots. She carries a pistol, always.
Personality:
She keeps herself to herself mostly, isn't very open.
Very strong willed, though people have called it pig-headedness.
She has a large heart, though she keeps it hidden, not wanting to get tied down by anything.
She thinks by keeping moving, she can avoid her past catching up on her.
But perhaps she is wrong...?
Background:
Del was brought up in a small village by her parents, one Daniel El' Avago, and her mother, Lily El 'Avago. She didn't always wear patched up mens clothes, and fishermens gear or the like. No, she used to wear dresses, made by her mother; an excellent seamstress to which people would travel far and wide to make their dresses.
She was happy, and soft, and pure with joy. A few months after her 15th birthday was when it happened.
She was forced to flee the village in the dead of the night, leaving the bodies of her parents behind her. Of course, no one wanted to think that she had done it. Such a sweet girl, they said, it can't have been her... could it?
But Del didn't know. She had no memory of the night her parents died.
So she fled, and in her wake spread toxic rumours, rumours of the sweet, honest girl that killed her loving parents.
She traveled for years, working in whichever town she came to next, begging in others. She took any job going, be it in a bakery, in a guard troop, fishing- once she had even been assistant to a net maker.