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Jenya Pridebreaker

Basic Information

  • Bovine ex-warrior, finding meaning in a life without battle.

  • Basic Info

    • Name: Jenya Pridebreaker
    • Gender: Female
    • Nicknames: Jenny, Brown Cow, Tink
    • Personality: Sunny and Straightforward
    • Mannerisms: A little barbaric.
    • Likes: Roughhousing, Adventure and Inventions.
    • Dislikes: Assumptions...

  • Seeking

    Jen's been retired from arena fighting, her hands shake when she holds up a weapon that's too heavy, and she's lost agility with her legs to dodge with any decent amount of speed. Her story can lead a few ways:

    - Someone helps her get back in fighting shape, sponsors her return to the arena. Will likely require magical healing.
    - Someone discovers her latent talents and puts her to work as a bookkeeper or quartermaster, a task she's very good at.
    - Someone finds her attractive enough to rescue her from bondage out of just... love, or something equally silly.

    But, there's sure to be other paths. I'd prefer a long RP where she has to move on from fighting and live with her severe injuries.

  • Description

    > They called her Pridebreaker, once. She who buried the meat-cleaver deep in the skulls of her favored foes, enemies of her clan, who followed hubris into wars of land and faith. Once, but no longer, as all it takes is one war to go astray and one loss in battle to land a woman in chains and irons. Years pass, the battle-maiden no longer fighting for honor and tradition, now made to fight for the sport and coin of others. One battle, again, enough to deepen the pain and scars, rendering her incapable of fighting again. The world has taken everything from her, and given back nothing. What will you take? What will you give? The bovine woman's sun-filled eyes carry not hope or expectation. What is, is what is. She waits for whatever is next, fingering the traditional long braids of chocolate hair that tumble down from her head. One last reminder of what could have been, who she was, where she came from. How does this story end?

  • Physical Stats

    • Age: 33
    • Race: Minotaur/Bovine
    • Class: Paladin
    • Alignment: Lawful Good
    • Deity: Scarlong
    • Size: Medium
    • Bodytype: Muscular (Degrading)
    • Height: 6' 6"
    • Weight: 250
    • Complexion: Haggard
    • Hair: Chocolate Brown, Twin Braids
    • Eyes: Sunny Yellow
    • Handedness: Right
    • Scars: None on the face or the back.