The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it.
the final fight I'll win, but i will go on until the end
NAME: Cressida Karth NICKNAMES: Cress, Sid BIRTHPLACE: Emillion AGE:22 23 | May 2 GENDER: Female GUILD: Fighters JOB CLASS: Squire (5 years) → Archer WEAPON: Bow → It's light, quick to fire, and can shoot long distances.
MARITAL STATUS: Single SEXUALITY: Unsure
LIKES: cats, pretty ladies, pretty boys, training, tea, old books, antiques, the smell of the sea, wildflowers, mutual respect DISLIKES: shopping, being ridiculed, when people interrupt her, cutting her hair, when people beat around the bush, disrespectful people, rule breaking
▪ Her mother braids her hair, and when she attempts it herself, it's never half as good.
▪ She loves a good book (especially aged ones that creak when you open them), and adores libraries.
▪ She's named after a prestigious archer in the guild 30 years before her time.
▪ Loves cats after having to study them as a child.
▪ Still loves a good fairytale.
▪ Has never been in love, or wanted to be in love, but unconsciously respects beautiful women.
▪ Her name is pronounced "Creh-sid-uh".
NAME: Angie AGE:22 I am actually seventy. AIM: pinup saint EMAIL: rockinghorsefly[at]gmail[dot]com TIME ZONE: EST ALSO PLAYS:Damia, Lavitz & Ridley
personality & +/-
First and foremost, Cressida is kind. That isn't to say she hasn't a bad bone in her body, but she's more likely to speak kindly before rude even comes to mind. Her heart is, at its core, gentle, but a life of hard work and perseverance have forced her to forget gentle in the face of practicality. Working hard is more important than being polite, though she certainly does know polite.
Interrupt her in the middle of training, however, and she may accidentally snap. It's extremely easy for her to fall into training- or job mode, to become so taken with what she's doing that any interruption ruins her concentration and mindset. Archery, to her, feels second nature, but the wrong word could send her arrow two inches off its mark, and two inches is too much. Very often she trains alone, and vigorously so, until her fingers bleed and can no longer hold the drawstring back. Hard work is everything, everything to Cressida.
Determination has always gotten her through life, and that will likely never change. Determination to make her family proud, to do well, to always hit her mark, and to never let anyone down. It drives her, fuels her, and gives her the most satisfaction. Ever a diligent little worker, she strikes to do her very best, even when she feels her best isn't good enough. She pushes and pushes until it is good enough, but only if she says so, not if anyone else decides it. Not even her family.
Not one who is quick to anger, Cressida takes life in a patient, slow manner. When she does happen to lose her temper, it is mostly out of frustration that she can't figure out how to deal with the situation, not hatred or anger toward another person. She has, however, met her share of those who only frustrate her and nothing else, and she tends to avoid anyone who makes her unhappy. After all, why inflict yourself with poison if you can avoid it? An even-tempered girl, she proceeds through her days at her own pace.
A believer in hard work being the answer to bringing dreams to life, Cressida prefers to be practical. Hopes and dreams are fine, but you have to work toward them. If anyone is simply given what they want without having to do anything for it, she becomes rather unhappy, not because she never felt she could have what she desired, but because she learned that nothing in life comes free. Everything must be worked for, no matter how hard you must push yourself. And that is when you cherish what you have, because you've done all you could to make it happen. It's because of this that she looks down on nobles, who've never had to work a day in their life, and are given what they don't really deserve. But no noble is privy to this information-- it is kept her little secret.
As a friend, she's the most faithful. Already good with her secrets, she keeps those that were bestowed upon her to keep the faith and trust. She often loves her friends deeply and cherishes them greatly, sometimes to a point, if the relationship is deep enough, where she'll be willing to sacrifice her life, or at least take a wound. But Cressida is stubborn still, and most unwilling to make friends with nobles, who she deems as spoiled and too civilized to know what it's really like to live and enjoy life. Though she doesn't often befriend them, she'll remain courteous enough. With friends, she is also very fussy. Are you eating well enough? Are you harmed? Has your wound healed? Call her Mama Sid all you like, because she is the fussiest of them all.
Her inherent stubbornness extends even to her job, which she takes quite seriously. A most reliable sort, she'll always do as told, but will often times put her job before favors. She knows it's selfish to ignore such things if they'll just benefit her or a friend, so she places great important upon her position in the guild. If asked to perform a favor, even if for a close friend, it will often be a challenge to determine what must come first, even if in her heart, she knows she owes herself to the guild.
When it comes to playing by the rules, Cressida always prefers to follow them. She rarely ever lies, even in the case of a life or death situation (this is a sticky one), and never goes against what is law. She doesn't cheat or steal or act her way out of a situation for her benefit or anyone else's. In this way, she can come across as quite stiff and unmoving, but convince her well enough, and she may be willing to bend some rules, but not break them. Going against what she's told to do physically pains her, though if she considers you a good friend, there could be some favors. Maybe.
On a whole, Cressida may seem too stubborn and hardworking for her own good, but she possesses a soft heart that is always there for others and never seeks to harm those who are undeserving. She may work herself to the bone, but it's always for the good of her guild. The girl pushes and pushes because she knows she can do good for her guild, that people rely on her, and that in the end, she needs to be proud of herself, too.
▪ Poor with magic. It isn't her strong point, and she's never denied it.
▪ Poor defensive skills. She can dodge an arrow or a sword swing with her quick steps, but get her into a fist fist or shove her around and she'll lose pretty quickly.
▪ Emotional. Doesn't hide her emotions, and when they do come out, they're not exactly explosive, but her mood is easily affected by the environment and those around her.
▪ Overcritical and self-deprecating. With herself, for the most part. She criticizes her every move and demeans herself when she fails or isn't coming up to par with her ridiculously high expectations.
▪ Weak-willed. Can often contain her emotions, but if something tempting is dangled before her, or a situation arises where she can't resist jumping in to help, she'll do so.
▪ Great bow(wo)man. Good with a bow and has great aim, but always has room to grow. Part of the reason why she perseveres with her hard training schedule.
▪ Ambitious. Maybe too ambitious. She pushes hard to satisfy her expectations of herself, and always looks for success where she can find it.
▪ Charming. The girl can hold a conversations for ages with her charm and her kind attitude. Helps her smile is adorable.
▪ Sincere. Almost always. Only in special situations will she lie, and those are very special circumstances. Will tell the truth even if it hurts, but will be gentle about it.
▪ Modest. Not too confident, but not overly so either. Doesn't feel she's too pretty or too ugly, either. Mostly modest in conversation, and not necessarily with herself.
Brown-haired and brown-eyed, she could be considered beautiful, particularly with that glowing smile of hers, but she's never been one to call herself that. Her hair comes to about her shoulder blades, and is often kept down, or otherwise in a braid. Cressida is not a tall lady, but she isn't terribly short either. Coming in at just about five foot six, she stands as tall as she can and straight as possible, being one with good posture that is never slouching. With slim and nimble fingers, she's able to notch her bow quickly and efficiently, and with her shapely legs can run and dodge as need be.
When it comes to clothing, Cressida puts much thought into her dress. She prefers earthy tones to brighter ones -- browns and greens and beiges -- and more natural fibres and materials. As someone who doesn't enjoy fancy, high-end fashion, she is often dressed down, but never to the point of poor, dirty commoner. Mostly commonly she's seen with a leather jacket, fingerless gloves, and riding boots. Almost everywhere she goes, she wears her bow strapped to her back, and her quiver full of arrows.
For those who don't know her, she seems easy to approach, giving off a friendly, welcoming air, unless she's working at training or deep in concentration. For those who do know her, they understand it's best not to disturb her when like that. That sweet smile of hers attracts others to her, for reasons she can't always understand, and its this feature of hers that stands the most.
On a fine Saturday morning, Merrida Karth gave birth to a beautiful girl she would call Cressida. She was well-loved from the moment she was born by all of her family, even her curious older brothers who had promised themselves they wouldn't love a baby sister. The youngest child until her sister was born four years later, she was doted upon heavily by family all around. Aunts, cousins, uncles-- all adored her (with the exception of a few cousins who just wanted to be douchebags). Early life with her siblings was blissful and full of ignorance about the rest of the world, as her father read her stories of magical beasts and heroes, and yes, even heroines. Cressida knew with all of her heart that she needed to become someone who could make her family proud.
After her eldest brothers both enlisted for training in the Fighters Guild, she, too, lunged for the opportunity, only to be told by her brother that one had to be twelve or older to enlist. So in the three years that she was forced to wait to become a squire in the guild, she trained in the yard with her younger sister, who mostly came to watch her stick arrows into a poorly made target. Her father, who saw her desire to play with the boys but not with a sword, helped her to bide her time with a bow and arrow. Unlikely that she'd get to use it when joining up with the guild, if they allowed her in, but it didn't hurt, and she girl wanted to much to be a part of something. In any case, it helped to take her mind off the wait.
At the age of twelve, Cressida finally enlisted as a trainee in the guild, and would eventually be appointed as a squire. This, to her, was a success, and faithful and eager to learn as ever, she did as told and happily followed the knight she'd been assigned to, pleased that they'd given her the chance. She was a good little squire and at her happiest in these years, always following orders and never breaking a rule even if told to in jest. It was during this time she'd be taught how to be a proper member of the guild, how do outlast everyone and excel both physically and mentally.
Years of perseverance passed before she was finally able to progress to being an archer, as she'd hoped for so long. She took to the bow as quickly as expected. This surprised her fellow guild members, who had not seen her proficiency coming, but even at seventeen, she was still a beginner, having never learned the real art of archery. In her first year, she was brought in everyday to train for as many hours as possible. It was a painful process, mostly because of her incessant need to keep going and going until she hit the target in the same place twice in a row. Her training master would eventually leave her to her own devices, allowing her to come in whenever she pleased to train. This would be a pattern that'd continue over the years.
Her brothers had long since become dragoons with the guild, and they often teased her for being such a girl for opting for the bow and not the blade as they had. Of course, when she was able to hit the wall above their heads, they promptly shut up. Cressida continued to live with her family not only for herself, but for the benefit of her parents, who would lose their sons to excursions beyond city walls. With their two girls at home, things were bearable, even when Cressida was out for hours at a time. The youngest, Tlisa, often trailed after her eldest sister like a little duckling. As of this year, Cressida is going into her eleventh year with the guild.
▪ Magic affinity. Poor. The only magic she was ever taught how to use is Cure and Protect, being that her family (and she) always put emphasis on the offensive, not defensive, and weapons over magic. Too much magic use makes her quite tired, considering her lack of training in using it, but she avoids using it too much if possible, preferring the use of potions and hi-potions instead. Has recently learned Sleep.
▪ Excellent eyesight. Can see for long distances, weather permitting. She can make out shapes from far away quite easily, but if there is too much rain, fog, or snow, her vision suffers, also when she's plagued by exhaustion.
▪ Agility. She's quick and light on her feet, as an archer should be. Most of the time she can dodge an attack, if she sees it coming, and can sidestep just as quick, but as she doesn't wear heavy armor or have a spare hand for a shield, she can go down as fast as she can move. Her endurance for speed is high, but strike her down once or twice, and she may not get back up again. Cressida isn't weak, but she's no Superwoman either.
▪ Archer class. With her class, she can perform two abilities: Aim, which increases the strength of her attack and her accuracy (can still miss, however), and Barrage, which allows her to notch her bow twice as fast and send off two quick arrows. Is not very talented with any other weapon with the bow, and has never held a crossbow in her life.