Enrollment Form
Basic info
Name: Jeane Arthuria
Age: 18
Birthday: August 8
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Height:5’10”
Weight: 138
Face Claim: Saber Fate/Stay Night
Stats
STR:4
DEF:2
RES:1
SPT:5
Aura 180|120 HP
Personality
Group: Warrior
Likes:
Canines:
Motorcycles:
Tea:
Dislikes:
Bullies:
Cake:
Reading:
Fears:
Stalkers:
Failure:
Parents:
Overall Personality: Jeane is a lady of high standards and upbringing some believe her to be spoiled at first glance but she actually places others needs and emotions above her own. Noble with her intentions she believes that no matter what she does it is for the greater good and to assist those who deserve being saved weak or strong. To those who are lucky enough to call her friends she rewards with an abundance of loyalty that is nearly unmatched by any creature on this planet. To strangers, Jeane is incapable of blowing off anyone as she tries to befriend all unless they show that they are not an honorable type of person.
Abilities
Aura type: Power
Aura Color: White
Semblance: Verschlinger, a rare tongue that is hardly spoken now stands for a great power that is uncontrollable when invoked by its user. Calling upon all her power, the user’s weapon begins to extend with a brilliant glowing light that effectively triples the length of her sword length without being hindered by earthly terrain. Artificial terrain does affect it along with people and creatures as they can be struck by it.
Item 1: Durendal, a sword of exceptional girth that often is unyielding in the arms of most people except those who it deems worthy for it’s use, this sword empowers the wielder with the semblance Verschlinger.
Item 2: Aurora’s Mantle is a magnificent garb that has been past down through the Arthurian family (not magical).
History and Sample
- History:
- Born into a military house Jeane’s family was always particularly well off as her father was a famous captain and her mother the daughter of another stuffy aristocratic family. As her parents received first news that they were bringing forth a beautiful daughter into this world the two shot up overjoyed with the pampering they had planned for her, not knowing that she would actually dislike all this attention which was only worse as she would be an only child. Gawking and awing over Jeane since she was young and speaking to all their friends placing high expectations of a girl of great beauty and grace in all actions that she takes.
As the years passed the Arthurian legacy that Jeanes parent had bestowed upon the slender shoulders of this young daughter of theirs. They believed that she needed to be a musical prodigy attempting to keep her away from the military role which they tried to push her away from. Although her uncle had other expectations of her and taught her how to use swords in both a matter of defense as well as art which shot her parents into a frazzled tizzy. Jeane and her parents continued to grow farther and farther apart while her uncle became one of her closest friends. She soon began to spend all her free time hanging out with her uncle Zion who had taught her all the amazing portions of like that someone could witness despite being raised with such noble lineage. Most importantly he taught her humility when fighting and the ideals of chivalry and protecting those who were incapable of defending themselves.
By her sixteenth birthday her uncle died much to her dismay she began to fell into a depression running of into the woods and crying. After all of the legal issues were settled though she learned that he had left her a sword, Durandel. A blade which he used when fighting Grimm and was thought to have been lost when he died to a hoard of the critters. Apparently someone went back for it and in his will he left her this magnificent weapon. From that day she devoted herself to becoming a guardian of the weak.
- RP Sample:
- The dawn was breaking in the early morning and already the schedule had been one quarters of the way finished in Jeane's eyes. Standing upright within bathroom with a towel coiled within her long golden locks held the still soaked hair from dangling against her dry uniform that she always seemed to wear. Perhaps partially obsessive about keeping herself forever in this uniform state was a bit much but she loved her black booty shorts that accompany her white dress shirt and black vest. Gazing into the mirror she would squint attempting to see her own reflection without her glasses as she was quite terribly near-sited. Several minutes passed with her desperately straining and wishing that her vision would improve in a matter of minutes so she wouldn't have to wear those bulky glasses.
Her spirit never wavering till what felt like a full hour would have passed of her just standing before her reflection attempting to win a staring contest that neither parties could succeed in. Finally she sighed as if scripted and reached her left hand over toward glasses and sliding them across the ridge of her nose till they were firmly planted upon her pale face. "I guess it is time to get ready for morning classes Jeane," groaning she would drop to the floor and cradling her legs with her arms. "Please don't let the geeks and nerds flock to me. Please!"
