Post by Ira Teallach on Jan 6, 2015 23:54:09 GMT 1
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: The first thing noticeable about woman sitting at the table in the tavern was her long fiery crimson hair that was hanging down her back. The locks were plaited in a long braid woven through with bits of leather and metal. The woman's skin was a tanner color from working outdoors so much and her complexion already carried a few lines and marring from the sun's kiss and age. Dark eyes, almost crimson themselves carried a hard look to them, though they softened when she recognized you.
She had markings going along her right cheek, a tattoo shaped like a flame set in her skin. Typically she could be seen in a cloth tunic and pants with an apron that was unfortunate enough to be stained with various colors of liquid. When not in work attire, she tended to favor dark leathers of a red and brown coloring, with cloaks made out of wool and fur. Simple in her tastes, she wore them with oilskin leather boots. The woman appeared to bear only two visible weapons. The first was a bound, single-tail rawhide bullwhip that encased a blade in the handle for long and medium range combat. Along her back nestled just above her hips was a dagger with a curved edge designed to be brought up and into an opponent's chin, bypassing everything and driving right into vital parts of the head.
As you drew closer, she waved you over, setting a stein of something bubbling in front of you. Before her was a pouch of tobacco and a pipe she was preparing, as well as another stein. "Alright." Her deep voice rumbled a bit as she leaned back, packing her pipe. "Let's do this, shall we?"
NAME: The tall woman sat down and looked at you, shaking her head slightly as she lit her pipe and puffed on it. “Can't believe I'm lettin' you interview me. I'm Ira. Ira Teallach.” She sipped on a stein of something while she waited.
AGE: She frowned at the next question, tilting her head. “What, are you writin' a book? Oh... guess you might be.” She shrugged. “I'll be 32 this season.”
OCCUPATION: She set the stein back down with a look of pride in her eyes. “I brew th' best mead and ale ye've ever tasted! And I'll put it up against anyone what says otherwise!”
GENDER & SEXUALITY: The crimson haired woman arched an eyebrow. “Are you coming on to me? I'm a lassie who loves everyone but likes sleepin' with guys.” ((Cisgender female panromantic heterosexual))
LIKES: She considered for a moment, staring at the ceiling. “I like a lotta things! Forges and fire, a strong weapon, hearty meals, a good set of leathers, sleeping under the stars. Decent mead to sip on. Listening to stories. Tellin' some.” She shrugged.
DISLIKES: Ira rubbed her eyes. “What don't I like? Baths.” This was rather obvious sitting too close to her. “I don't like people gettin' in my personal space. Not a big fan of a lotta water in one place. I can do without dragons. And I hate wearin' dresses and ye can QUOTE me on that!” She stabbed at the parchment with great malice.
STRENGTHS: She puffed up her chest a bit as she sucked on the pipe. “Lettin' a lassie talk about herself, eh? I'm a master brewer, I know how ta swing a dagger, if I like ye I'll die for ye, and I don't let anyone keep me from what I want! Also I've been told I make a mean stew, dunno how true that is.”
WEAKNESSES: The woman scoffed. “Alright, I'm only tellin' ya this cause... why not. I gotta bit of a temper, I don't like associatin' with many people, I ain't quick ta trust anyone I don't know, or any outsiders, I get powerful seasick on a boat and I don't sleep real good, ya get me?”
FEARS: “Now yer gettin' personal?” She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose with a leather-covered hand, refilling her stein. “I'm scared of water, I'm fearful o' sailin', I'm terrified of being bested in combat, hate the open ocean and th' thought of drownin', and I'm worried I'm gonna die alone, okay? Sheesh.” She slugged down half the stein after that little reveal.
AMBITIONS: Tilting her head, she considered for a moment. “I'm workin' on improvin' my brews. Would love to learn how ta work a forge or two. Be nice to be able ta live off the land, in solitude, more. I wanna be known for havin' the best damn mead ya ever tasted... EVERYWHERE. And I wanna get ta a place with far less water. No water would be great.”
SECRETS: She looked at you like you'd asked her what color the sky was. “Lissen... I'm gonna let you in on something. If I tell you what my secrets are, then they're not secrets anymore, are they?” She spoke rather slow as she gave you another look. ((She doesn't know how to swim, she's almost died, and dragons tend to scare the Hel out of her.))
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ira shrugged and grinned. “Can't very well describe myself, but I'll try. I'm happiest when I got somethin' with alcohol in me. Or when I'm focusin' on my work, like my brewin'. When I get around large groups of people or the ocean, I get really quiet an' nervous. I don't tend to say much then unless I'm asked.” She took a sip off her stein. “But if ya talk to me about something I enjoy, I'll go on and on about it, whoever happens to be listenin'. I don't tend to trust strangers or outsiders and try ta keep my distance from 'em. Same with dragons, though I WON'T get close to them, I will admire 'em sometimes.” She puffed on her pipe thoughtfully. “If my family comes around, I'm a social butterfly. Git that from my papa.” She smiled gently. “Family comes into town, forget about it. I'm the life o' the party. Come to think of it, should have more of those.”
HISTORY: Ira nodded at you. "Can't say my past is all that amazin', but yer askin'. I was born in Berk 32 years ago in the middle of summer. I grew up fiery as my hair with a lovely mother and my doting papa." She smiled softly. "Nimi Teallach is my mama. She taught me th' finer points of cookin' and other 'womanly' tasks." She made quotation fingers in the air. "Come in handy when I need ta repair my leathers or other minor stuff. My papa's name is Haldor, an' he's the main influence in me life. Taught me everything from rudimentary forgin' to survival skills. But the biggest thing I loved more than anything was tending his brewery with him." She took a gulp of mead. "In between my studies she lived among mead, ale. Spent all me time helpin' Papa with the honey, the hops. I loved how adult it felt even though I wasn't allowed to drink anything." At this she coughed a bit. "Well... gotta taste somethin' sometimes, right?" She winked at you.
"When I was about six..." She trailed off and rubbed her eyes. Her voice got soft. "Alright... listen, don't go spreadin' this, alrigh'? I don't talk about this a lot." She relit her pipe. "My papa... he loves sailin'. So he took me on a small boat to get a taste for it. I loved it, at first..." She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "When we were turnin', we got knocked over by a Scauldron. I fell in... couldn't swim. Then I felt myself gettin'... pulled down." Her face was pale. "I went halfway into its mouth before Papa came and cut it open enough ta let me go... everything went dark fer a bit. I came back, but..." She drained the rest of her stein. "Ever since then... afraid o' the ocean. Of dragons. He had ta git rid of one of his old dragons because she scared the Hel outta me." She sighed and slumped back. "Never forgave himself for that. I try to tell him it's fine, that it's good that I'm still alive, but..." She shook her head.
"I grew up fighting here an' there, sparring with Papa and his family. But brewing is my passion. I can fight if I need to, have for years, same with livin' off the land. Sometimes I go into blizzards and set up a small tent just ta lissen to the white noise and meditate a little, clear my head." She smiled. "Cold doesn't bother me much, and it's frozen water so it doesn't make me nervous. It's just the open bodies that... kinda mess with me a bit."
She looked at you and sighed. "Now I live in a small house near my papa's brewery. He's retired now, but he can't stay away too long. Loves his brew too much." She smiled. "Mama... I go ta help her cook sometimes. Help Papa carry in the shipments of brewin' materials. Make sure everything is runnin' properly. That stuff you're drinkin' now?" She beamed. "From the Teallach Family Brewery." Ira thumped her chest with pride. "I live by myself... no interest in gallivantin' around with anyone. No dragons in my life." She seemed particularly strong about that point. "If there's anythin' else ya wanna know... just ask."
FAMILY: She sighed with contentedness and relaxation as you asked in more depth about her family. “My momma is Nimi. Sweetest woman ya ever met. Loves to cook. Give you the shirt off her back and then go make ya one so you have a choice of what to wear the next day. If ya cross the doors of her house, yer family.” She smiled happily. “My papa's name is Haldor.” It was obvious from the look in her eyes she was a total daddy's girl. “Bigger'n a mountain. Taught me how ta brew ale, an' swing a blade. Loves life, and everything in it. Could distill rocks into moonshine, I swear. Little quick to get heated, though. Dunno where I get it from.” She took a puff off her pipe. “Little bro is Leofric. Helps me in the brewery. That lazy prat adores his drink and his women more than he likes work!” She spoke good naturedly, as if she still adored her family despite any shortcomings.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: She patted the weapons on her side. “I got my girl Redlash over here!” She set on the table what looked like a single tail rawhide bullwhip with a bound black leather grip and ornate designs on the pommel. A sliver of a blade was tied to the end of the whip. As she turned something on the handle another blade shot out, concealed inside of it. She beamed with pride. Setting another weapon on the table, it was a curved dagger with serrated edges along the side.
FIGHTING STYLE: She took another puff off her pipe. “I don't like fightin' if I can help it. But if I can't, I keep em at range til I can't anymore and then the claws come out! Red here likes to go for th' throat.” She wound up her whip and set it and the dagger back on her sides. “If that fails, the Allfather gave us two fists for a reason!” She tilted her head at you. “Are we done here? I got a batch I gotta go tend to.”
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: ***********
CBOX NAME: Ira
She had markings going along her right cheek, a tattoo shaped like a flame set in her skin. Typically she could be seen in a cloth tunic and pants with an apron that was unfortunate enough to be stained with various colors of liquid. When not in work attire, she tended to favor dark leathers of a red and brown coloring, with cloaks made out of wool and fur. Simple in her tastes, she wore them with oilskin leather boots. The woman appeared to bear only two visible weapons. The first was a bound, single-tail rawhide bullwhip that encased a blade in the handle for long and medium range combat. Along her back nestled just above her hips was a dagger with a curved edge designed to be brought up and into an opponent's chin, bypassing everything and driving right into vital parts of the head.
As you drew closer, she waved you over, setting a stein of something bubbling in front of you. Before her was a pouch of tobacco and a pipe she was preparing, as well as another stein. "Alright." Her deep voice rumbled a bit as she leaned back, packing her pipe. "Let's do this, shall we?"
NAME: The tall woman sat down and looked at you, shaking her head slightly as she lit her pipe and puffed on it. “Can't believe I'm lettin' you interview me. I'm Ira. Ira Teallach.” She sipped on a stein of something while she waited.
AGE: She frowned at the next question, tilting her head. “What, are you writin' a book? Oh... guess you might be.” She shrugged. “I'll be 32 this season.”
OCCUPATION: She set the stein back down with a look of pride in her eyes. “I brew th' best mead and ale ye've ever tasted! And I'll put it up against anyone what says otherwise!”
GENDER & SEXUALITY: The crimson haired woman arched an eyebrow. “Are you coming on to me? I'm a lassie who loves everyone but likes sleepin' with guys.” ((Cisgender female panromantic heterosexual))
LIKES: She considered for a moment, staring at the ceiling. “I like a lotta things! Forges and fire, a strong weapon, hearty meals, a good set of leathers, sleeping under the stars. Decent mead to sip on. Listening to stories. Tellin' some.” She shrugged.
DISLIKES: Ira rubbed her eyes. “What don't I like? Baths.” This was rather obvious sitting too close to her. “I don't like people gettin' in my personal space. Not a big fan of a lotta water in one place. I can do without dragons. And I hate wearin' dresses and ye can QUOTE me on that!” She stabbed at the parchment with great malice.
STRENGTHS: She puffed up her chest a bit as she sucked on the pipe. “Lettin' a lassie talk about herself, eh? I'm a master brewer, I know how ta swing a dagger, if I like ye I'll die for ye, and I don't let anyone keep me from what I want! Also I've been told I make a mean stew, dunno how true that is.”
WEAKNESSES: The woman scoffed. “Alright, I'm only tellin' ya this cause... why not. I gotta bit of a temper, I don't like associatin' with many people, I ain't quick ta trust anyone I don't know, or any outsiders, I get powerful seasick on a boat and I don't sleep real good, ya get me?”
FEARS: “Now yer gettin' personal?” She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose with a leather-covered hand, refilling her stein. “I'm scared of water, I'm fearful o' sailin', I'm terrified of being bested in combat, hate the open ocean and th' thought of drownin', and I'm worried I'm gonna die alone, okay? Sheesh.” She slugged down half the stein after that little reveal.
AMBITIONS: Tilting her head, she considered for a moment. “I'm workin' on improvin' my brews. Would love to learn how ta work a forge or two. Be nice to be able ta live off the land, in solitude, more. I wanna be known for havin' the best damn mead ya ever tasted... EVERYWHERE. And I wanna get ta a place with far less water. No water would be great.”
SECRETS: She looked at you like you'd asked her what color the sky was. “Lissen... I'm gonna let you in on something. If I tell you what my secrets are, then they're not secrets anymore, are they?” She spoke rather slow as she gave you another look. ((She doesn't know how to swim, she's almost died, and dragons tend to scare the Hel out of her.))
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Ira shrugged and grinned. “Can't very well describe myself, but I'll try. I'm happiest when I got somethin' with alcohol in me. Or when I'm focusin' on my work, like my brewin'. When I get around large groups of people or the ocean, I get really quiet an' nervous. I don't tend to say much then unless I'm asked.” She took a sip off her stein. “But if ya talk to me about something I enjoy, I'll go on and on about it, whoever happens to be listenin'. I don't tend to trust strangers or outsiders and try ta keep my distance from 'em. Same with dragons, though I WON'T get close to them, I will admire 'em sometimes.” She puffed on her pipe thoughtfully. “If my family comes around, I'm a social butterfly. Git that from my papa.” She smiled gently. “Family comes into town, forget about it. I'm the life o' the party. Come to think of it, should have more of those.”
HISTORY: Ira nodded at you. "Can't say my past is all that amazin', but yer askin'. I was born in Berk 32 years ago in the middle of summer. I grew up fiery as my hair with a lovely mother and my doting papa." She smiled softly. "Nimi Teallach is my mama. She taught me th' finer points of cookin' and other 'womanly' tasks." She made quotation fingers in the air. "Come in handy when I need ta repair my leathers or other minor stuff. My papa's name is Haldor, an' he's the main influence in me life. Taught me everything from rudimentary forgin' to survival skills. But the biggest thing I loved more than anything was tending his brewery with him." She took a gulp of mead. "In between my studies she lived among mead, ale. Spent all me time helpin' Papa with the honey, the hops. I loved how adult it felt even though I wasn't allowed to drink anything." At this she coughed a bit. "Well... gotta taste somethin' sometimes, right?" She winked at you.
"When I was about six..." She trailed off and rubbed her eyes. Her voice got soft. "Alright... listen, don't go spreadin' this, alrigh'? I don't talk about this a lot." She relit her pipe. "My papa... he loves sailin'. So he took me on a small boat to get a taste for it. I loved it, at first..." She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "When we were turnin', we got knocked over by a Scauldron. I fell in... couldn't swim. Then I felt myself gettin'... pulled down." Her face was pale. "I went halfway into its mouth before Papa came and cut it open enough ta let me go... everything went dark fer a bit. I came back, but..." She drained the rest of her stein. "Ever since then... afraid o' the ocean. Of dragons. He had ta git rid of one of his old dragons because she scared the Hel outta me." She sighed and slumped back. "Never forgave himself for that. I try to tell him it's fine, that it's good that I'm still alive, but..." She shook her head.
"I grew up fighting here an' there, sparring with Papa and his family. But brewing is my passion. I can fight if I need to, have for years, same with livin' off the land. Sometimes I go into blizzards and set up a small tent just ta lissen to the white noise and meditate a little, clear my head." She smiled. "Cold doesn't bother me much, and it's frozen water so it doesn't make me nervous. It's just the open bodies that... kinda mess with me a bit."
She looked at you and sighed. "Now I live in a small house near my papa's brewery. He's retired now, but he can't stay away too long. Loves his brew too much." She smiled. "Mama... I go ta help her cook sometimes. Help Papa carry in the shipments of brewin' materials. Make sure everything is runnin' properly. That stuff you're drinkin' now?" She beamed. "From the Teallach Family Brewery." Ira thumped her chest with pride. "I live by myself... no interest in gallivantin' around with anyone. No dragons in my life." She seemed particularly strong about that point. "If there's anythin' else ya wanna know... just ask."
FAMILY: She sighed with contentedness and relaxation as you asked in more depth about her family. “My momma is Nimi. Sweetest woman ya ever met. Loves to cook. Give you the shirt off her back and then go make ya one so you have a choice of what to wear the next day. If ya cross the doors of her house, yer family.” She smiled happily. “My papa's name is Haldor.” It was obvious from the look in her eyes she was a total daddy's girl. “Bigger'n a mountain. Taught me how ta brew ale, an' swing a blade. Loves life, and everything in it. Could distill rocks into moonshine, I swear. Little quick to get heated, though. Dunno where I get it from.” She took a puff off her pipe. “Little bro is Leofric. Helps me in the brewery. That lazy prat adores his drink and his women more than he likes work!” She spoke good naturedly, as if she still adored her family despite any shortcomings.
WEAPON OF CHOICE: She patted the weapons on her side. “I got my girl Redlash over here!” She set on the table what looked like a single tail rawhide bullwhip with a bound black leather grip and ornate designs on the pommel. A sliver of a blade was tied to the end of the whip. As she turned something on the handle another blade shot out, concealed inside of it. She beamed with pride. Setting another weapon on the table, it was a curved dagger with serrated edges along the side.
FIGHTING STYLE: She took another puff off her pipe. “I don't like fightin' if I can help it. But if I can't, I keep em at range til I can't anymore and then the claws come out! Red here likes to go for th' throat.” She wound up her whip and set it and the dagger back on her sides. “If that fails, the Allfather gave us two fists for a reason!” She tilted her head at you. “Are we done here? I got a batch I gotta go tend to.”
KEYWORD HIDDEN IN RULES: ***********
CBOX NAME: Ira
