Livia Drusilla

Name: Livia Drusilla
Country Affiliation: Reim
Race: Human
Tier: D
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: 15 1/5
Gender: ♀
Sexuality: Powersexual.
Personality: Livia Drusilla is blunt to a fault and will seldom let anything get in her way for more than a moment. This makes her very honest even if she isn't necessarily trust worthy. If she wants to kill you, she won't do it behind your back unless it is the fastest way to get a knife in you. However, this direct attitude affords her moments of respite to build her friendships despite her Machiavellian way of thinking because if she isn't threatening you, she is able to compromise and even enjoy your company.

She has been a bit more introverted than not until recently. Now she is able to speak what is on her mind with ease and not be meek and let opportunity slip through her fingers. Her way of thinking is immature and selfish but she is blind to her own forthcoming, which lets her sleep easy. As they say, ignorance is bliss. One thing that will stop her from proceeding forward at times is simply her pride. She could let herself be sexually assaulted for the right reward but if it were public humiliation, she would rather lose an arm than suffer such a disgrace.

Likes:
• Money. Money Having money is the bridge to everything, from dreams to peace or satisfaction.
• Fighting. Livia's way of life since childhood, now it has become something she is proud of.

Dislikes:
• Smooth Talkers. Somehow someone being able to socially maneuver their way into getting what they want makes her jealous.
• Superstitions. Unexplained things and even magic to a degree don't make sense to her.

Aspirations: Livia is a simple girl. She thinks of the future and improving her lot in life. From no longer having to work for her boss to experiencing the luxuries of life such as experienced masseuses, to becoming a Queen and having a successful lineage to inherit her knowledge and wealth. She is willing to do anything to achieve these goals, even if she has to step on the back of others to keep herself afloat.

Phobias: Livia Drusilla is afraid of dying and not continuing her legacy. She makes sure to train herself over and over, practicing her fighting style, she never goes full-out daredevil in a fight because she is doubly making sure to protect her life. Also, she treats any wound with the utmost care possible and if she feels anything is wrong with her body, she will make sure to go to the doctors. Her strange phobia has interfered with her daily routine but for the most part she can keep it under control.

Face-Claim: Leona - League of Legends
Hair Color: Brunette
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 154 CM
Weight:  42 KG

Appearance: Livia Drusilla is the epitome of a Greek goddess. Her bronzed skin and her sunlight-bleached hair from her constant exposure from the sunlight, taking full advantage of no longer being a slave. Her forearms, abs, thighs and just about every section of each limb was as firm as stone. Honed muscles that have continuously practiced the same maneuvers for years, and have finally become efficient, striking the right balance between power and speed. Even if her body was like the statue of a god, firm and beautiful, there were still the scars of battle. Cuts across her arms from blades, leathery skin from constant whippings, chain imprints from the weight of her shackles and burns from her enemies and owners alike.

Rukh Alignment: Black

Special Features: Whenever falling into depravity, tattoos of black rukh show up across her body, starting at her feet and as time progresses in the same situation, it rises to her crown.

History: Livia's life has been shrouded in the downtrodden lifestyle of slavery. A person with no rights, a silent demographic represented only by the wealthy elite, who only have their own interests in mind. Her parents were also slaves, but not only them, but generations. As far as anyone in her family can remember, the Drusilla line had been slaves since the foundation of the Colosseum. She heard tales of her ancestors who were the greatest of warriors. That had favor among the attendees of the arena, whenever they were to fight, they had a loyal gathering. However, they were never allowed to roam from the cells beneath it. Side-by-side with malnourished tigers and diseased gorillas, they were shown equal treatment to captive beasts, but worst of all were they eyes of the owners. They hardly acknowledged these warriors as human.

Even if many generations ago, there were great fighters and warriors, the slavers did little to train their property or keep them healthy, aside from breeding them for the best of traits. Livia's mother recounted her father's tales, desperate for life and never submissive. He had never thought anything less of himself for the lot cast in his life and had managed to gain some basic literacy. However, the owners had grown resentful of him and had sent him into a fight stacked against his favor. Livia was only a young child, loved her parents very much and she could feel the despair from her mother. She grabbed the bars of her cage, screaming for her father, but the guards shoved her aside, where her mother took hold of her once more.

From beneath the Colosseum she could feel the thunderous applause for the debacle, she could hardly bear the cheering, recalling her parents grim faces. These ignorant people were celebrating taking away half of her family. Why was she the one who had to suffer.

After all was done, they brought his massacred body past her cell. They marched towards a mass grave further down the corridor that held corpses of all past gladiators. Livia screamed to the top of her lungs, as it echoed throughout the undergrounds, unable to accept her fathers death until she realized he was unresponsive to her pleas. It was at this moment where she snapped. No longer crying, but tears drying against her cheeks. Defeated and on her knees at the iron barricade, which kept her upright. These were her first steps into depravity. The glint in her eyes disappeared completely

But she trained and trained. She exercised and swung and rolled and ran and lifted. Her mother would give split her rations to support her own daughters growth. Finally, Lagi had come into rule and had abolished slavery from the lands of Reim, however no one stepped in to take care of the slaves who had nothing. It was akin to leaving an abused domesticated animal out in the wild. It knows nothing of the world around it and only has a heart full of hate.

Livia and her mother would live on the streets for a while. Her mother, now a much weaker woman than from her glory days, had found a small job, with below living wages, since now the market for employment was now flooded with freed slaves who didn't know the value of things, they were easily preyed upon. Livia might not have known what was fair from a numerical standpoint but she could tell that these people were pulling the wool over their eyes, just adding to the resentment of people who thought they were better than slaves. Equal but some had a head start.

As her mother worked, she returned to the Colosseum, a few times as a spectator. Some of the fighters had left their old stomping grounds, and became thieves or just vagrants, but there was some new blood, people who weren't slaves coming to the blood pit, where apparently death was less frequent. After honing her ability through spectating to see techniques and practicing on her own, she went to fight for the Colosseum once more.

Upon walking in and seeing her cell removed, she broke down into tears. That her youth of struggling had been swept away, to take her memories from her without the least bit of acknowledgement to her suffering... she participated in her first battle, and came out on top with a fury-filled opening, and just pummeling her opponent into submission.

After some time in the Colosseum, now finally making enough money to rent a small room for herself and her mother, she was approached to fighting in an illegal fight pit, were killing was the norm, but the money was better.

Now she had to choose between killing people as her father had been mowed down while risking her own life, or trying to make a better life for herself and her struggling mother, the only person she has in her life.

Role-Play Sample: Dust settling around the pair of contenders from their last clash. They were both torn-down; exhausted. A concoction of both fighters blood and sweat was spewed across the rocky terrain as an expressionist painting. Their main blades resting against the soil as their chests, heaved for oxygen. Finally the knight in full playmate armor from head to toe, raised his two-handed claymore, completely above his head. His pose was statuesque against the light breeze that filled the pause from battle.

"I guess we settle it here and now." The pirate with a curved blade, raised his blade Ina crescent motion til it was above his head, then bringing both of his wrists forward, the parting them as he got into a kung fu stance, open palm towards the night and the blade held behind him with artistic balance, reserved for a future strike.

The knight charged for his target, until the last second where the pirate hopped towards him to meet his powerful charge with a technical clash.

Good start and concerning technicalities, everything seems in place. However, I do feel the need to point out that you really haven't explained how Livia's rukh changed to black. When someone has black rukh, that means they have cursed fate. A panic attack alone would not honestly make her curse fate. Please add more detail to how her rukh turned black.

Edit: You will need to choose a different Face Claim. Saber has already been taken. I apologize for the inconvenience. I myself did not know until recently.

Once you have edited it, make sure to bump this thread. Thank you!

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[b]Name:[/b] Livia Drusilla
[b]Country Affiliation:[/b] Reim
[b]Race:[/b] Human
[b]Tier:[/b] D
[b]Class:[/b] Warrior
[b]Age + Birthdate:[/b] 15, January 5
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Sexuality:[/b] Powersexual.
[b]Personality:[/b] Livia Drusilla is blunt to a fault and will seldom let anything get in her way for more than a moment. This makes her very honest even if she is not necessarily trust worthy. If she wants to kill you, she will not do it behind your back, unless it is the fastest way to get a knife in you. However, this direct attitude affords her moments of respite to build her friendships, despite her Machiavellian way of thinking because if she isn't threatening you, she is able to compromise and even enjoy your company.

She has been a bit more introverted than not until recently. Now she is able to speak what is on her mind with ease and not be meek and let opportunity slip through her fingers. Her way of thinking is immature and selfish but she is blind to her own forthcoming, which lets her sleep easy. As they say, ignorance is bliss. One thing that will stop her from proceeding forward at times is simply her pride. She could let herself be sexually assaulted for the right reward but if it were public humiliation, she would rather lose an arm than suffer such a disgrace.

[b]Likes:[/b]
• Money. Money Having money is the bridge to everything, from dreams to peace or satisfaction.
• Fighting. Livia's way of life since childhood, now it has become something she is proud of.

[b]Dislikes:[/b]
• Smooth Talkers. Somehow someone being able to socially maneuver their way into getting what they want makes her jealous.
• Superstitions. Unexplained things and even magic to a degree don't make sense to her.

[b]Aspirations:[/b] Livia is a simple girl. She thinks of the future and improving her lot in life. From no longer having to work for her boss to experiencing the luxuries of life such as experienced masseuses, to becoming a Queen and having a successful lineage to inherit her knowledge and wealth. She is willing to do anything to achieve these goals, even if she has to step on the back of others to keep herself afloat.

[b]Phobias:[/b] Livia Drusilla is afraid of dying and not continuing her legacy. She makes sure to train herself over and over, practicing her fighting style. She never goes full-out daredevil in a fight because she is doubly making sure to protect her life. Also, she treats any wound with the utmost care possible and if she feels anything is wrong with her body, she will make sure to go to the doctors. Her strange phobia has interfered with her daily routine but for the most part she can keep it under control.

[b]Face-Claim:[/b] Leona - League of Legends
[b]Hair Color:[/b] Brunette
[b]Eye Color:[/b] Hazel
[b]Height:[/b] 154 CM
[b]Weight:[/b]  42 KG

[b]Appearance:[/b] Livia Drusilla is the epitome of a Greek goddess. Her bronzed skin and her sunlight-bleached hair from her constant exposure from the sunlight, taking full advantage of no longer being a slave. Her forearms, abs, thighs and just about every section of each limb was as firm as stone. Honed muscles that have continuously practiced the same maneuvers for years, and have finally become efficient, striking the right balance between power and speed. Even if her body was like the statue of a god, firm and beautiful, there were still the scars of battle. Cuts across her arms from blades, leathery skin from constant whippings, chain imprints from the weight of her shackles and burns from her enemies and owners alike.

[b]Rukh Alignment:[/b] Black

[b]Special Features:[/b] Whenever falling into depravity, tattoos of black rukh show up across her body, starting at her feet and as time progresses in the same situation, it rises to her crown.

[b]History:[/b] Livia's life has been shrouded in the downtrodden lifestyle of slavery. A person with no rights, a silent demographic represented only by the wealthy elite, who only have their own interests in mind. Her parents were also slaves, but not only them, but generations. As far as anyone in her family can remember, the Drusilla line had been slaves since the foundation of the Colosseum. She heard tales of her ancestors who were the greatest of warriors. That had favor among the attendees of the arena, whenever they were to fight, they had a loyal gathering. However, they were never allowed to roam from the cells beneath it. Side-by-side with malnourished tigers and diseased gorillas, they were shown equal treatment to captive beasts, but worst of all were they eyes of the owners. They hardly acknowledged these warriors as human.

Even if many generations ago, there were great fighters and warriors, the slavers did little to train their property or keep them healthy, aside from breeding them for the best of traits. Livia's mother recounted her father's tales, desperate for life and never submissive. He had never thought anything less of himself for the lot cast in his life and had managed to gain some basic literacy. However, the owners had grown resentful of him and had sent him into a fight stacked against his favor. Livia was only a young child, loved her parents very much and she could feel the despair from her mother. She grabbed the bars of her cage, screaming for her father, but the guards shoved her aside, where her mother took hold of her once more.

From beneath the Colosseum she could feel the thunderous applause for the debacle, she could hardly bear the cheering, recalling her parents grim faces. These ignorant people were celebrating taking away half of her family. Why was she the one who had to suffer.

After all was done, they brought his massacred body past her cell. They marched towards a mass grave further down the corridor that held corpses of all past gladiators. Livia screamed to the top of her lungs, as it echoed throughout the undergrounds, unable to accept her fathers death until she realized he was unresponsive to her pleas. It was at this moment where she snapped. No longer crying, but tears drying against her cheeks. Defeated and on her knees at the iron barricade, which kept her upright. These were her first steps into depravity. The glint in her eyes disappeared completely

But she trained and trained. She exercised and swung and rolled and ran and lifted. Her mother would give split her rations to support her own daughters growth. Finally, Lagi had come into rule and had abolished slavery from the lands of Reim, however no one stepped in to take care of the slaves who had nothing. It was akin to leaving an abused domesticated animal out in the wild. It knows nothing of the world around it and only has a heart full of hate.

Livia and her mother would live on the streets for a while. Her mother, now a much weaker woman than from her glory days, had found a small job, with below living wages, since now the market for employment was now flooded with freed slaves who didn't know the value of things, they were easily preyed upon. Livia might not have known what was fair from a numerical standpoint but she could tell that these people were pulling the wool over their eyes, just adding to the resentment of people who thought they were better than slaves. Equal but some had a head start.

As her mother worked, she returned to the Colosseum, a few times as a spectator. Some of the fighters had left their old stomping grounds, and became thieves or just vagrants, but there was some new blood, people who weren't slaves coming to the blood pit, where apparently death was less frequent. After honing her ability through spectating to see techniques and practicing on her own, she went to fight for the Colosseum once more.

Upon walking in and seeing her cell removed, she broke down into tears. That her youth of struggling had been swept away, to take her memories from her without the least bit of acknowledgement to her suffering... she participated in her first battle, and came out on top with a fury-filled opening, and just pummeling her opponent into submission.

After some time in the Colosseum, now finally making enough money to rent a small room for herself and her mother, she was approached to fighting in an illegal fight pit, were killing was the norm, but the money was better.

Now she had to choose between killing people as her father had been mowed down while risking her own life, or trying to make a better life for herself and her struggling mother, the only person she has in her life.

[b]Role-Play Sample:[/b] Dust settling around the pair of contenders from their last clash. They were both torn-down; exhausted. A concoction of both fighters blood and sweat was spewed across the rocky terrain as an expressionist painting. Their main blades resting against the soil as their chests, heaved for oxygen. Finally the knight in full playmate armor from head to toe, raised his two-handed claymore, completely above his head. His pose was statuesque against the light breeze that filled the pause from battle.

"I guess we settle it here and now." The pirate with a curved blade, raised his blade Ina crescent motion til it was above his head, then bringing both of his wrists forward, the parting them as he got into a kung fu stance, open palm towards the night and the blade held behind him with artistic balance, reserved for a future strike.

The knight charged for his target, until the last second where the pirate hopped towards him to meet his powerful charge with a technical clash.

Now that you have finished creating your character, there are three stops you should make. The first is >>Hakem's Smithy<<. After you have visited this place and have submitted an application for a weapon, you'll want to create your 5 starter abilities over >>here<<. Finally, you will probably want to keep track of all the stuff for your character. You'll be getting more abilities and other things as you progress so some make sure to keep track of it in your >>vault<<.