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Sienna's brevity is part of her character. She sees no reason to use more words than necessary to get her point across. That, and her lack of empathy means that she comes off as a cold and aloof person. There's also the fact she's technically only half a year old, and has knowledge but lacks understanding. She's like a child who can read the dictionary but has no context to ascribe to anything but the simplest words.
Sienna looks coolly at the brute, keeping the tip of her rapier pointed at the ground. She pauses only long enough to listen, before going back towards her destination. Opening the double doors, she heads on through them silently - alone if the others don't follow.
Sienna walks over to where Azeban has fired his extremely noisy weapon. She looks down at the gnome, before stabbing him in the face with her rapier. Seven times. She wipes her blade on the little man's clothes, before turning to look at the raccoonkin, pointing at his gun. "lOuD," She rasps, before heading away to the double doors in the west.
The redhead also follows after him, though not nearly as emotionally expressive as Farash.
Sienna turns to look at the tiny gunslinger, before striking out with her rapier at him, barely missing him.
Sienna gets into the gnome's space, attempting to stab him but failing to hit her mark this time.
The girl pays little heed to the sudden introduction of the mage's armor, finding a chink and thrusting through it and into the soft flesh underneath.
Sienna attempts to move around her opponent, but he sees it coming and prevents her from moving. She thrusts at him instead, finding a gap in his armor to slide the weapon through. "aSsIsTaNcE," She rasps in a whisper, her cut oozing blood that was an unnatural shade of bright red.
As soon as Sienna spots the figure by the broken masonry, she creeps up on them quietly in her strange fashion, rapier unsheathed in one hand. "nAmE?" She rasps in a whisper to them as soon as she's right behind them.
"oUt." She rasps in reply. She doesn't look at Azeban when she speaks - she never does, not even for the teachers.
"Understood." Sienna rasps out. The girl turns on her heels and heads off swiftly to do the assigned duty, heading for the sections where the younger kids would be.
The girl retrieves her armor and equipment, bringing them with her to the rest of the group. Taking up the leathers, she strips herself down to her smallclothes before donning them. She's never gotten accustomed to why it was inappropriate to disrobe in front of others, especially boys. Once she's fully kitted out, the daggers affixed to her belt along with her rapier and her pack put on her shoulders, the redhead moves towards Mistress Shala, looking at her with her dispassionate eyes. "Orders?" She rasps out her question.
I'm assuming we've been able to retrieve our equipment now? That we didn't have any awful encounters in our rooms? Also, how are the rooms divided? Sienna being female, is her room actually somewhere separate, or is the place co-ed?
The girl walks into the dorms silently, glancing at all of the misplaced things. She's quiet, heading directly for her room without giving any of the others in her class a second glance. She needs her equipment, after all, armor and additional weapons.
The redhead is cold as she reaches in, grabbing both boys and hauling them out of the hole. "Hide," She informs the conscious one, pushing the unconscious one into his arms. Having done her duty, she sets to climb up out of the courtyard.
The girl pauses in her stealthy advance as she hears the sounds of crying close by, within the rubble itself. She approaches the pile and looks for the source, before sheathing her blade and starting to toss the heavy stones off to the side, to uncover the victim.
"...Invaders." Sienna's eyes catch ropes being lowered from the airship bombers, wondering why they were being attacked for seemingly no reason. She drops her mop for the time being and draws her rapier instead, moving swiftly but silently towards where they may have landed, going it alone and vanishing swiftly in the shadows.
"...Yes," Sienna responds again in her single word preference, moving to get the mop and buckets to clean up the mess that they made. She'll put the right amount of effort into cleaning up the mess they made, dragging her mop around to soak up the dye.
"...Understood." Sienna's voice is slightly raspy, closing the door before Igor can slip away, turning around to look at the bomb. Surely it isn't so dangerous that their live were in peril - the teachers here may be eccentric but never cruel. She looks between the barrel and the window, another solution coming to form in her mind as she walked over to it and opens it up. "...out," She speaks again, pointing to the barrel and then to the window, before going over to it, grasping onto the bottom and trying not to breathe in the smoke. "...Assist?" She asks the others, unsure that her athletic build is capable of lifting the barrel on her own.
The young girl doesn't wait around once the door handle has been tested. She opens it up and leaves the room, walking as safe a distance from that place and the smoking barrel inside as possible. She doesn't tell the others to follow or invite them with her in any way - it just seems natural they would do so instead of staying in the room with a bomb.
I'd also like to know if the door to the room has been locked or barred from the outside.
She looks on quietly as the master drones on. She stopped paying attention in the classes a long time ago, preferring her own company to that of the others. The redheaded girl taps out a beat on the edge of her seat, those pale eyes staring into the corner of the room. She barely talks to the others, since the six months that she's been here at the Orphanage. They know her name - or what she thinks is her name - because the teachers introduce her to them. She's just the oddly quiet girl who keeps her own company and once managed to chuck a throwing knife into a beetle five yards away. Sienna stirs as the master throws the group a curveball, blinking slowly as she looks at the barrel in the middle of the room, starting to smoke. She's no alchemist, but she knows that is not a good sign. Standing up, she turns to leave the room, turning the handle on the door - when faced with a problem, first attempt avoidance.
Finished updating her, going with straight rogue for now. Shame to lose all those wonderful feats, but you got to do what you got to do.
Dibs on Waifs for Sienna's group!
And I think I need to rework my sheet - I saw Swashbuckler's 'take combat trick twice' as 'take combat trick twice at 1st level', which is NOT the correct interpretation.
Hmm, then switching things around a bit: Group 1
Group 2
With no other objections, can we finalize those classes?
So, as groups go, how about this: Group 1
Group 2
How does that sound to everyone?
Just pitching in that I really don't care which class Sienna is in on a roleplaying perspective - on a mechanical one, however, probably not with Rawgr, as they stole Sienna's schtick of Swashbuckler archetype. And there's no need for two rogues in one class, either.
I am quite happy to have been chosen for this RP. Quite surprised that she got chosen as one of the first four as well. Hope to play soon!
Feedback on Sienna would also be appreciated if you want to give it.
Jeez, too many submissions with characters that are giant. you're making those of us with normal heights look bad, you know? Then again, as I'm also an instigator here, show of hands: Who did not create a character that was changed/effected/involved with the Fog in any way? Anyone? At this point, the Orphanage should change its name to the 'Freakshow', considering there's an entire lack of 'normal' orphans.
This is Azrael, showing you the completed character for this adventure. Hope that she manages to get in. Feel free to read and review - I'm always interested in hearing criticisms. |
