<strong> Storm</strong><br/><br/><br/>http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8814 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8814)<br/><br/><br/><br/>(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/5-Sigourney-Weaver-Alien-3.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>History</strong><br/>Storm is the name she goes by now, there are many reasons for that, however its worth remembering that she was always as she is now. Her name had been Eleanor and yes she had been a Lady very minor nobility little more than living in a Castilian that looked over perhaps two villages. She was indeed the only daughter and her mother had giving birth to a stillborn girl. Thus bar the female servants and her nurse she had little female interaction.<br/><br/>However with her nurse she learned the arts of some music, and cooking and needlework, though being brought up without a mother she learned to fight back. Not well perhaps but in deed there were times where dirty tactics came into play.<br/><br/>As it was the land that her father owned was on the boarder and not only they both he and his sons were called up to fight in a war, they did not return and as the enemy began to encroach upon the land, the elderly captain of the guard made his last stand telling Eleanor to run, and run she did grabbing what was left of her mothers paste jewellery filled with fear and sorrow not only for the loss of her family and the staff that remained, but the loss of that which she had known, her old life.<br/><br/>The money she had from her mother’s jewellery and the few coins that were left soon disappeared, and it was then Elanor had s choice and it was an easy one, she strapped down her breasts and became a boy, in the army….better that than end up as a whore.<br/><br/>Life in the army was not easy but the woman was relatively bright and had a will to survive, thus learned quickly, very quickly. At the time she went by the name of Edward which was her father’s name. As a year or so passed it was obvious that this young ‘man’ was an excellent scout and gradually moved up to going on solo missions or taking out a few FNG’s.<br/><br/>As it was she could spot danger from a distance away, however she did not spot the danger when it was found out she was a woman, one of the young maids had rather crush on her ….then revealed her.. Still Eleanor’s superiors had no whish to loose such a useful soldier and thus the matter was over.<br/><br/>However life in the army took its toll on her, she suffered many injuries and carried many a young recruit back from a mission across her shoulder.  It was worse though when a dying boy would be left while one of the officers would be treated by the healer for some sexually transmitted disease.<br/><br/>As time went on Eleanor slowly became Storm, she began to drink, became insubordinate and was given more and more dangerous missions. Ridiculous missions that made no sense, on the whim of and officer. As it was she was always loyal to her men and normally brought them back in one piece.<br/><br/>However things finally completely broke inside, when a young FNG was sent with her for no good reason than he had turned down one of those bastard high ups for a night of passion. It was a vile and terrible exploration into enemy territory and in the end due to the lads inexperience ‘Storm’ lost two of her men, and had to carry him home on her back.  Yes it was as he died there his blood falling over her clothes and to her skin. As usual the healers were performing their deeds on those that were much higher in rank. As well as needing it less….<br/><br/>Already Storm was drunk which only added to her anger and as the boy took his final breaths the thumped both the priest and then her commander. She also punched out some noble too it was indeed the one that had been turned down, it was them<br/><br/><br/>She could endure the beating the whipping, she had suffered worse, but this was something more than that and apparently she was court marshalled to be killed as she had taken things too far. Obviously this was the last straw and Storm had gone too far well as a flogging she was sentenced to death. Luckily some of her squad helped her escape.  Now the woman is on the run and still as drunk and twice as ornery.<br/><br/><strong> Appearance</strong><br/>Storm was likely once an attractive woman, but the years have not been overly kind to her neither has her life. Her once long brown hair is now almost scalped; she cuts it with her dagger after all in a fight, hair is a disadvantage. She has a scar up one side of her face that missed her eye by a faction though it has left her mouth looking like Storm has a permanent sneer.<br/><br/>There is a long rope like scar that trails down the back of her head and then under her clothes. It looks like that one should likely have killed her. These are as it is those are the only ones visible. There are many more else where. She is usually attired in somewhat dirty leather armour or unwashed clothes. Her breath smells of booze for the majority of the time and she often hacks up unpleasantness.<br/><br/>The woman stands about 5’8 and her frame is lean and sinewy, relying more on her dexterity than strength.<br/><br/>(OK looking for an image its not that easy)