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    • Name: Lady Lara Croft, Countess of Abbingdon
    • Sex: Female
    • Age: Fifty-Six
    • Date of Birth: February 14, 1968
    • Hair: Auburn
    • Eyes: Brown
    • Height: 6'0"
    • Weight: ~10 st (~140 lbs)
    • Body Type: A bit more more muscular than her younger days
    • Handedness: Ambidextrous
    • Occupation: Adventurer-for-Hire
    • Religious Affiliation: Agnostic (when you kick enough gods' butts, you really stop caring about the whole shebang)
    • Sexual Preference: A one-ish on the Kinsey scale.
    • Relationship Status: Single and not particularly looking (but it won't necessarily be dismissed if it comes up naturally).
    • Personality: Lara is a confident, friendly, gregarious, woman, who hasn't lost the flirtatious demeanor of her youth, and still hasn't really gotten any more sexual about it. There's a line between being actually sexual and being simply flirtatious, and she rarely sees fit to cross it. When her trust has been earned, she'll fight to the death for those she cares for, up to and including kicking a deity's butt. Those unlucky enough to get on her bad side know that she can be as passionate there, as well.
    • Alignment: Somewhere between neutral good and chaotic good.
    • Likes: Physical exertion, exploring, adventuring, discovering the hitherto-unknown.
    • Dislikes: Cooking, overt rudeness, people who try to cheat her.

  • Pre-Games Background

    Lara Croft was born and raised in Wimbledon, London, in a world of aristocracy. From ages three to eleven she had private tutoring. From age eleven to sixteen Lara attended the Wimbledon High School for Girls. She always had a taste for the daring, for the exciting; a penchant her parents tried to curb, to no avail.

    In 1984, when Lara was sixteen, she stayed with Winston and his wife in their small cottage in Connussie, off the coast of Ireland, while repairs were being carried out in Croft Manor. One evening she overheard a talk between Father Patrick Dunstan and Winston and, being intrigued, followed the Father to his boat. Sneaking aboard she accompanied him undetected to the Black Isle, where strange things were happening and the demon Verdilet, who was imprisoned between running water, which he--being a demon--could not cross, was trying to escape. She banished him back from where he came, and thus sealed her delight in the mystical and the dangerous.

    Lara's parents decided that now she was sixteen, she should broaden her education by studying for her A-levels at one of England's most prominent boarding schools. Lara found the idea of being sent away from home an exciting prospect. One day Lara came across a copy of National Geographic, on the cover of which was Professor Werner von Croy. A respected archaeologist, von Croy had once lectured at Lara's school to pupils and parents alike.

    Von Croy was preparing for an archaeological tour across Asia, culminating in a potential new discovery to be made in Cambodia. Unable to contain herself, Lara found her parents and demanded she accompany von Croy on his expedition. Lord Croft could hardly disagree that travel was an education in itself. As Lara argued the case further, he found himself walking over to the desk and penning a letter to Von Croy, introducing himself as an influential society figure and offering financial assistance in exchange for his daughter's place on the expedition.

    After her expedition she resumed her studies, attending Gordonstoun Boarding School, in Scotland, where she discovered her love for climbing, water sports, horse back riding and archery. After attending finishing school at the age of twenty-one, Lara's marriage into wealth had seemed assured, but on her way home from a skiing trip her chartered plane had crashed deep in the heart of the Himalayas. The only survivor, Lara learned how to depend on her wits to stay alive in hostile conditions a world away from her sheltered upbringing. Two weeks later, when she walked into the village of Tokakeriby her experience had had a profound effect on her. Unable to stand the claustrophobic suffocating atmosphere of upper-class British society, she realised that she was only truly alive adventuring in the heart of the wild.

    Over the following eight years she acquired an intimate knowledge of ancient civilisations across the globe. Her family eventually disowned their prodigal daughter, and she moved into a manor house left to her by an aunt, while she turned to writing to fund her trips. Famed for discovering several ancient sites of profound archaeological interest she made a name for herself by publishing travel books and detailed journals of her exploits.

    From 1991 to 1996 Lara made many important archaeological and histological discoveries. Among others she found the Ark of the Covenant; she also had a run in with the creature know as Big Foot in the Autumn of 1994.

  • Descriptions

    These are all lengthy because, hey--why say it in ten words when a hundred will do? :D

    Normal Attire
    This woman stands at around six feet tall, looking to weigh somewhere around a hundred and forty pounds or so--much of it toned muscle--and looks to be somewhere in her late-forties, with skin a rich tan from a life lived outdoors. Thick, brown hair is tied back into a three-weave braid, which extends down to the small of her back, tied off with a simple black hair-tie. Beneath slim brown eyebrows are eyes a light brown in color, just above high cheekbones, with crows-feet at the corners to further hint at her age. They're usually hidden by a pair of black-rimmed, circular sunglasses with crimson lenses. Between those eyes starts a slim, aristocratic nose, itself above a pouty-lipped mouth clearly well-used to smiling, occasionally tinted with a light swipe of red lipstick. Her chin tapers to a gentle point, in another aristocratic display. Slim ears, currently unpierced but with piercing holes visible, sit on either side of her head. In her left ear is a small ear-piece with a slim microphone stem that traces her jaw, and an extendable monocle-style view screen above a miniature camera.

    A gracefully-thin neck leads down into a soft green crop-top shirt. Straps of a black sports bra can be seen, itself helping keep her breasts in place, themselves looking to be around the larger end of the C-range. Well-toned arms speak of living a strenuous life, and the numerous scars speak of having faced off against plenty of dangers. Those arms lead down to hands covered in fingerless leather gloves; the fingertips are calloused, well-used to hard physical labor, and ending with blunt fingernails. The cut of the shirt displays scarred abs toned from years of arduous physical exertion, and just below an "innie" navel is the waistband of her khaki-colored shorts. On her back is a tan, leather backpack with thin straps over the shoulders, the backpack curved just a little to rest against the back comfortably. A rotating flashlight is mounted on the left strap, just in front of her shoulder.

    Held up by a wide black belt with a simple square, brass buckle, the shorts only stretch ten inches or so down her thighs before ending in cuffs, themselves just beneath her backside. Strapped to her thighs and a part of the belt are holsters, each holding a nine-millimeter Heckler and Koch USP Match with stainless slides, and equipped with flared magazine wells. Attached to the belt at the small of her back is a grapple-gun with the miniature hook folded back, attached to the strap of the right holster, just behind it, is a small knife, and on either side of the buckle is a small sheath each with three throwing knives. Well-muscled and well-scarred legs are otherwise bare, which highlights how her left knee is somewhat misshapen. There are what are likely bullet holes on either side, all of which suggest a knee that was shattered and reconstructed. Her legs lead down to white socks and well-soiled, black boots, themselves with straps and buckles as well as laces.

    Her voice is low, with a British accent to which one usually assigns the word "posh". To the trained ear, she clearly comes from the Surrey area, though there are plenty of influences from other cultures and languages in her voice.
    Without Guns
    This woman stands at around six feet tall, looking to weigh somewhere around a hundred and forty pounds or so--much of it toned muscle--and looks to be somewhere in her late-forties, with skin a rich tan from a life lived outdoors. Thick, brown hair is tied back into a three-weave braid, which extends down to the small of her back, tied off with a simple black hair-tie. Beneath slim brown eyebrows are eyes a light brown in color, just above high cheekbones, with crows-feet at the corners to further hint at her age. They're usually hidden by a pair of black-rimmed, circular sunglasses with crimson lenses. Between those eyes starts a slim, aristocratic nose, itself above a pouty-lipped mouth clearly well-used to smiling, occasionally tinted with a light swipe of red lipstick. Her chin tapers to a gentle point, in another aristocratic display. Slim ears, currently unpierced but with piercing holes visible, sit on either side of her head. In her left ear is a small ear-piece with a slim microphone stem that traces her jaw, and an extendable monocle-style view screen above a miniature camera.

    A gracefully-thin neck leads down into a soft green crop-top shirt. Straps of a black sports bra can be seen, itself helping keep her breasts in place, themselves looking to be around the larger end of the C-range. Well-toned arms speak of living a strenuous life, and the numerous scars speak of having faced off against plenty of dangers. Those arms lead down to hands covered in fingerless leather gloves; the fingertips are calloused, well-used to hard physical labor, and ending with blunt fingernails. The cut of the shirt displays scarred abs toned from years of arduous physical exertion, and just below an "innie" navel is the waistband of her khaki-colored shorts. On her back is a tan, leather backpack with thin straps over the shoulders, the backpack curved just a little to rest against the back comfortably. A rotating flashlight is mounted on the left strap, just in front of her shoulder.

    The shorts only stretch ten inches or so down her thighs before ending in cuffs, themselves just beneath her backside. Well-muscled and well-scarred legs are otherwise bare, which highlights how her left knee is somewhat misshapen. There are what are likely bullet holes on either side, all of which suggest a knee that was shattered and reconstructed. Her legs lead down to white socks and well-soiled, brown hiking boots, themselves with straps and buckles instead of laces.

    Her voice is low, with a British accent to which one usually assigns the word "posh". To the trained ear, she clearly comes from the Surrey area, though there are plenty of influences from other cultures and languages in her voice.
    Loaded for Bear
    A gracefully-thin neck leads down into a soft green crop-top shirt. Straps of a black sports bra can be seen, itself helping keep her breasts in place, themselves looking to be around the larger end of the C-range. Well-toned arms speak of living a strenuous life, and the numerous scars speak of having faced off against plenty of dangers. Those arms lead down to hands covered in fingerless leather gloves; the fingertips are calloused, well-used to hard physical labor, and ending with blunt fingernails. The cut of the shirt displays scarred abs toned from years of arduous physical exertion, and just below an "innie" navel is the waistband of her khaki-colored shorts. On her back is a tan, leather backpack with thin straps over the shoulders, the backpack curved just a little to rest against the back comfortably. A rotating flashlight is mounted on the left strap, just in front of her shoulder. Strapped to her back over her right shoulder blade is a twelve-gauge Remington shotgun with pistol grip and vertical foregrip. Behind her left shoulder blade is a Milkor Multiple Grenade Launcher, fitted with Armson OEG reflex sight.

    Held up by a wide black belt with a simple square, brass buckle, the shorts only stretch ten inches or so down her thighs before ending in cuffs, themselves just beneath her backside. Strapped to her thighs and a part of the belt are holsters, each holding a nine-millimeter Heckler and Koch USP Match with stainless slides, and equipped with flared magazine wells. Attached to the belt at the small of her back is a grapple-gun with the miniature hook folded back. Over her left thigh, just behind the holster, is a machete in a sheathe, attached to the strap of the right holster, just behind it, is a smaller knife, and on either side of the buckle is a small sheath each with three throwing knives. Well-muscled and well-scarred legs are otherwise bare, which highlights how her left knee is somewhat misshapen. There are what are likely bullet holes on either side, all of which suggest a knee that was shattered and reconstructed. Her legs lead down to white socks and well-soiled, brown hiking boots, themselves with straps and buckles instead of laces.

    Her voice is low, with a British accent to which one usually assigns the word "posh". To the trained ear, she clearly comes from the Surrey area, though there are plenty of influences from other cultures and languages in her voice.
    Huntress
    This woman stands at around six feet tall, looking to weigh somewhere around a hundred and forty pounds or so--much of it toned muscle--and looks to be somewhere in her late-forties, with skin a rich tan from a life lived outdoors. Thick, brown hair is tied back into a three-weave braid, which extends down to the small of her back, tied off with a simple black hair-tie. Beneath slim brown eyebrows are eyes a light brown in color, just above high cheekbones, with crows-feet at the corners to further hint at her age. They're usually hidden by a pair of black-rimmed, circular sunglasses with crimson lenses. Between those eyes starts a slim, aristocratic nose, itself above a pouty-lipped mouth clearly well-used to smiling, occasionally tinted with a light swipe of red lipstick. Her chin tapers to a gentle point, in another aristocratic display. Slim ears, currently unpierced but with piercing holes visible, sit on either side of her head. In her left ear is a small ear-piece with a slim microphone stem that traces her jaw, and an extendable monocle-style view screen above a miniature camera.

    A gracefully-thin neck leads down into a soft green crop-top shirt. Straps of a black sports bra can be seen, itself helping keep her breasts in place, themselves looking to be around the larger end of the C-range. Well-toned arms speak of living a strenuous life, and the numerous scars speak of having faced off against plenty of dangers. Those arms lead down to hands covered in fingerless leather gloves; the fingertips are calloused, well-used to hard physical labor, and ending with blunt fingernails. The cut of the shirt displays scarred abs toned from years of arduous physical exertion, and just below an "innie" navel is the waistband of her khaki-colored shorts. On her back is a tan, leather backpack with thin straps over the shoulders, the backpack curved just a little to rest against the back comfortably. A rotating flashlight is mounted on the left strap, just in front of her shoulder.) Strung diagonally across her torso is a recurve bow, simply but carefully crafted.

    Held up by a wide black belt with a simple square, brass buckle, the shorts only stretch ten inches or so down her thighs before ending in cuffs, themselves just beneath her backside. Resting aside her right buttock, a simple, hide quiver is attached to the belt. It's been made with an eye toward functionality over aesthetics, that much is clear. Well-muscled and well-scarred legs are otherwise bare, which highlights how her left knee is somewhat misshapen. There are what are likely bullet holes on either side, all of which suggest a knee that was shattered and reconstructed. Her legs lead down to white socks and well-soiled, brown hiking boots, themselves with straps and buckles instead of laces.

    Her voice is low, with a British accent to which one usually assigns the word "posh". To the trained ear, she clearly comes from the Surrey area, though there are plenty of influences from other cultures and languages in her voice.
    Camouflage: Jungle
    This woman stands at around six feet tall, looking to weigh somewhere around a hundred and forty pounds or so--much of it toned muscle--and looks to be somewhere in her late-forties. Thick, brown hair is tied back into a three-weave braid, which extends down to the small of her back, tied off with a simple black hair-tie, and atop her head are night-vision goggles-slash-binoculars. Her face is covered in camouflage paint, a mixture of greens and browns, covering her from her hair line to her neck. Beneath slim brown eyebrows are eyes a light brown in color, just above high cheekbones, with crows-feet at the corners to further hint at her age. Between those eyes starts a slim, aristocratic nose, itself above a pouty-lipped mouth clearly well-used to smiling, and her chin tapers to a gentle point, in another aristocratic display. Slim ears, currently unpierced but with piercing holes visible, sit on either side of her head. In her left ear is a small ear-piece with a slim microphone stem that traces her jaw, and an extendable monocle-style view screen above a miniature camera.

    A gracefully-thin neck leads down into a camouflage button-down shirt the same mixture of colors as the face paint, and over that shirt is a camouflage Kevlar vest. The shirt cuffs end just below her wrists, at camouflage-painted hands covered in fingerless leather gloves; the fingertips are calloused, well-used to hard physical labor, and ending with blunt fingernails. On her back is a tan, leather backpack with thin straps over the shoulders, the backpack curved just a little to rest against the back comfortably. A rotating flashlight is mounted on the left strap, just in front of her shoulder. Strapped to her back over her right shoulder blade is a twelve-gauge Remington shotgun with pistol grip and vertical foregrip. Behind her left shoulder blade is a Milkor Multiple Grenade Launcher, fitted with Armson OEG reflex sight. Strung diagonally across her torso is a recurve bow), simply but carefully crafted.

    Held up by a thin, dark-green canvas belt with a simple black buckle are a pair of camouflage trousers. Strapped to her thighs and a part of the belt are holsters, each holding a nine-millimeter Heckler and Koch USP Match with stainless slides, and equipped with flared magazine wells. Attached to the belt at the small of her back is a grapple-gun with the miniature hook folded back. Over her left thigh, just behind the holster, is a machete in a sheathe, attached to the strap of the right holster, just behind it, is a smaller knife, and on either side of the buckle is a small sheath each with three throwing knives.) Those trousers are tucked into dark-green combat boots.

    Her voice is low, with a British accent to which one usually assigns the word "posh". To the trained ear, she clearly comes from the Surrey area, though there are plenty of influences from other cultures and languages in her voice.
    Bodyguard
    This woman stands at around six feet tall, looking to weigh somewhere around a hundred and forty pounds or so--much of it toned muscle--and looks to be somewhere in her late-forties, with skin a rich tan from a life lived outdoors. Thick, brown hair is parted neatly along the middle of her head and gathered at the base of her skull in a tight, professional bun. Beneath slim brown eyebrows are eyes a light brown in color, just above high cheekbones, with crows-feet at the corners to further hint at her age. They're usually hidden by a pair of black-rimmed sunglasses with nearly opaque lenses. Between those eyes starts a slim, aristocratic nose, itself above a pouty-lipped mouth clearly well-used to smiling, occasionally tinted with a light swipe of red lipstick. Her chin tapers to a gentle point, in another aristocratic display. Slim ears, currently unpierced but with piercing holes visible, sit on either side of her head. In her left ear is a small, black ear-bud with a coiled cord that runs down her neck, to disappear into her shirt.

    A gracefully-thin neck leads down into a white button-up dress shirt, clean and recently pressed. Over that shirt she wears a black suit coat, usually buttoned closed and tailored for her form--and to not show any bulges. Yet the discerning eye may occasionally catch a glimpse of the butts of nine-millimeter Heckler and Koch USP Matches with stainless slides, equipped with flared magazine wells. As well, the discerning eye might notice that the shirt doesn't quite move as it might normally be expected to, as if something slim, but thicker than an undershirt, is beneath it.

    That shirt is neatly tucked into a pair of recently-pressed black slacks that match the coat, tailored to look fashionable yet professional. They hug her form just enough to look good, but they allow more than enough movement to let her move rather freely. Peeking out from the cuffs of the slacks are meticulously-cleaned, black leather ankle boots. They look dressy enough to match and let her fit into any higher-class function, but be comfortable and sturdy enough to let her run flat-out without a problem.

    Her voice is low, with a British accent to which one usually assigns the word "posh". To the trained ear, she clearly comes from the Surrey area, though there are plenty of influences from other cultures and languages in her voice.
    Black Dress
    This woman stands at around six feet tall, looking to weigh somewhere around a hundred and forty pounds or so--much of it toned muscle--and looks to be somewhere in her late-forties, with skin a rich tan from a life lived outdoors. Thick, brown hair is tied up into a bun, with strands woven into small braids winding around the base. Beneath slim brown eyebrows are eyes a light brown in color with a light dab of eye shadow around them, just above high cheekbones with a hint of blush thereon, with crows-feet at the corners to further hint at her age. Between those eyes starts a slim, aristocratic nose, itself above a pouty-lipped mouth clearly well-used to smiling, tinted with a light swipe of dark red lipstick. Her chin tapers to a gentle point, in another aristocratic display. Slim ears, the lobes pierced with small diamonds in circular white-gold housings, sit on either side of her head.

    A gracefully-thin neck leads down into a black silk dress with a low-cut but still tasteful neckline, with barely-frilled straps a good two or so inches wide over her shoulders. It's low enough in the front to hint at breasts near the larger end of the C-range. The back of the dress is cut lower still, coming to just above her tail bone. The revealed skin is scarred, the numerous and varied marks speaking of having faced off against plenty of dangers. Along with such, her bare arms are well-muscled, showing a life spent strenuously. Looped over one shoulder is her black purse, large but not so much so as to be aesthetically ill-fitting. Still, it's large enough to hold more than simply a wallet, by far. The dress ends two inches or so above her knees, and well-muscled and well-scarred legs are bare, which highlights how her left knee is somewhat misshapen. There are what are likely bullet holes on either side, all of which suggest a knee that was shattered and reconstructed. Her legs lead down to black peep-toe shoes with heels three or so inches in height.

    Her voice is low, with a British accent to which one usually assigns the word "posh". To the trained ear, she clearly comes from the Surrey area, though there are plenty of influences from other cultures and languages in her voice.

  • Playstyles Chart

    Definitely Possibly Maybe Never
    Definitely
    • Paragraph-ish posts that react, give enough to react to, and help flesh out the setting.
    • Adventure.
    • IC humor.
    • OOC communication.
    Possibly
    • Multiple paragraphs.
    • Romance (she has very high standards, however, and won't likely consider someone much younger than herself).
    Maybe
    • Explicitly-written story-based erotica.
      Never
    • One- or two-liners.
    • Random sex.
    • OOC disrespect.

  • Gallery

    • From: http://www.tombraiderforums.com/showthread.php?t=208552
    • by Random0905 @ DeviantART - http://random0905.deviantart.com/art/Classic-Lara-Evolution-598033099
    • By Roli29 @DeviantART - http://roli29.deviantart.com/art/Lara-Croft-National-Geographic-323861670
    • Lara by ArtiMuller @ DeviantART https://artimuller.deviantart.com/art/Angel-of-Darkness-Lara-5-743810005