Post by Ashelyn Barrows on Mar 22, 2009 0:01:55 GMT -5
((Guenther, Me and Henrich in front of the Slaanesh room in IC. Thought it would be fitting ;D))
Name: Ashelin Barrows
Age: 21
Height: 5'7''
Weight: Don't ask that of a lady! D<
Hair: Auburn
Eyes: Pale Blue
Hometown: Talebecland
Appearance:
Ashelin's pale blue eyes are caring and compassionate, though always carrying an undercurrent of fear and concern. Her dark auburn hair is tied into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her features are soft and youthful, though deep purple scars mar the left side of her face and neck. On her forehead, she bears the mark of the twin tailed comet.
Her armor is gray with gold accent, and a cloak of wolf fur streams to the floor from her shoulders. It is scratched and worn, a testament to the battles she has faced. In one hand she carries a holy tome and in the other a pristinely shined hammer.
Background:
"Come now girl, go get the goats to the barn b'fore it starts pourin' rain again. You know how they hate gettin' soppin' wet like that," ordered a portly woman with rosy red cheeks and her auburn hair tied neatly into a bun on the back of her head. She slapped a tattered rag against the edge of a wooden washbasin and wrung out its contents onto the head of an extremely disgruntled black cat. No answer. The woman snorted then hung up the rag, putting a fat hand on her hip.
"Ashelyn Barrows! How many time's do I have to tell ya, girl? Go get the goats!" she hollered in a voice to loud and screechy that the neighbors could hear, and they all lived at least a mile away.
A few moments later a young girl of sixteen summers burst through the door, doubling over as she tried to catch her breath. She was medium height was a medium build that barely suggested her coming into womanhood. Her long auburn hair was tied loosely at the nape of her neck with a few loose strands that fell around her red cheeks. She sighed, giving her mother an apologetic look with her wide blue eyes.
"But mama... I was.." Ashelyn began, but was cut off with a loud "sush" and an accusing finger from her mother.
"Don't you make excuses! You better not be out there kissin' those soldier lads again, lest the entire countryside label you a hussy! Now get going or I'm goin' to bring out th' whippin' switch!" the round woman interrupted harshly, snapping her fingers.
Ashelyn yelped a quick "Yes'm" and ran out the door, picking up her heavy brown skirts clumsily. The girl didn't understand her mother's rantings. The soldiers offered money, freedom, a way out of the boring existance that was living out in the middle of nowhere with he mother and father. They opened a door to her dreams of finally seeing the next town, Altdorf, even the rest of the old world! Her soul be damned, she would leave this place with those boys even if it meant "kissin'" them. The girl grunted as this thought crossed her mind.
The sky was graying with heavily laden clouds, swirling and undulating in a tumultuous dance. The only sounds to be heard were the sloshing of Ashelyn's boots in the mud and the low howling of the wind. The hot summer air seemed to lay close to the ground, sucking the color out of the grain and the trees. The lack of noise coming from Taal's domain was unnerving, causing the hairs on the back of the girl's neck to stand on end. Not a single bird call or a wolf's howl. A raven stood on a fence post, but did not caw as Ashelyn walked past. It merely stared, watching her with beady black eyes, then taking flight after she had gone by. The girl quickened her pace, fumbling with the rickety wooden gate to the goat's pasture.
As she entered, she noticed the goats were laying on the ground, their soft eyes gazing blankly at their surroundings. She tried to call them with a whistle, but they didn't budge. They only stared at her, chewing their cud lazily. She tried to call them one more time, but was cut short by a loud crack just up ahead. What she saw afterword caused her jaw to drop.
A great bolt of fire descended from the sky, striking a tall tree in blinding glory. White light filled her vision for an instant, and then passed, revealing a wondrous sight. The tree had split into two and was completely ablaze. The bottom was a huge fireball, and the two halves of the tree sticking out at an angle formed the twin tails of the herald of Sigmar's birth. The goats the were gathered around the tree now lay dead in sacrifice, their little bodies black and charred. Ashelyn clutched as her chest as she shook from head to toe. This had to be a sign from Sigmar himself! Ashelyn dropped to her knees and turned her teary eyes to the sky, staining her dress in the mud. She prayed for what seemed like an eternity, then rose with determination in her eyes.
And with one last solemn glance at her home she turned down the road and ran, searching for a temple, never to see her parents ever again.
Mentality:
Ashelin is a simple girl with a simple mindset. She trusts fully in Sigmar and his teachings, trying her best to follow them exactly. However, she is easily discouraged, and doesn't think highly of herself. She is often unsure of what path to take, and when that happens she turns to her friends and Sigmar to guidance. Hailing from Talebecland, she often invokes the name of Taal as well as the name of Sigmar, and often feels at home in a natural setting. Cooking is her hobby, and she can often be seen fixing a fine dinner for her fellow priests and templars in the camp.
