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Message: <blockquote data-quote="perrinmiller" data-source="post: 6459859" data-attributes="member: 88649">** Completed Application **[TABLE="width: 800"] [TR] [TD]<a href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1068632" target="_blank">Hailey Navarre, Female Human Pistolero</a>Description:Hailey is short and petite, with an athletic frame and a strength that is unexpected for one her size. Long brown hair is slightly unruly and could use a good brushing. But most of the time she hardly bothers since she wears a hat. Her skin is freckled and she is rather plain looking. Her blue eyes can be warm or ice cold depending on her mood, and her emotions are not often revealed on her face. Generally, her expression shows indifference all of the time, until she bursts forth in anger and then everyone can easily read her expression. Often the only time she is smiling is when she is firing her pistol.She wears black leather pants and thigh length boots, visible beneath her long black woolen coat. Her chain shirt is dull steel and mostly covered by it. Atop her head is a brown, brimmed hat with the left side turned up. The rest of the brim hangs down, often shielding her right eye from view. [sblock=Personality]Hailey is a secretive woman, not easily trusting of just anyone. She can be polite and friendly if necessary, but is generally serious and observant instead. She is not afraid to use her gender to get her way is it will provide an advantage, and she is not afraid to use some deceit or threats of intimidation to do it either. She can be extremely vengeful when scorned and is not afraid of violence to accomplish her goals.She normally she keeps to herself and is used to being alone amongst people. She has a prideful streak, but has slowly become aware of this trait and thus spending more time listening instead of talking to avoid pissing people off. She doesn't always agree with the society around her, preferring to make her own judgments according to her conscience instead. She dislikes being intimidated and having people dictate what she and others should do, but often is not compelled strongly enough to interfere in the affairs of others until really provoked.[/sblock][/TD] [TD]<img src="http://i956.photobucket.com/albums/ae47/perrinmiller/HaileyNavarreNarrow_zps90a02f97.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] [sblock=Background]The River Kingdoms and Numeria were dangerous lands, as Hailey Navarre had known for years since neither of her parents lived to reach old age. She was born out of wedlock to human gypsy woman named Anastasia, a healer of Desna, that was hired as a healer for a merchant caravan. Her mother never revealed who her birth father was and a few years after she was born, she was adopted by the half-elven ranger Alanore when he married her mother. Her parents hired on to travel the caravan routes, owning their own wagon to live in, as they both served in the caravan. Her childhood was happy enough and she was well loved.Unfortunately whatever plans of living happily ever after her parents had, they were cut short when Hailey was 10 years old. Her mother Anastasia was tragically killed when a fight broke out amongst the members of the caravan. The caravan master had been pressuring the family to betroth Hailey and his oafish son. The altercation escalated, insults were made and a brawl ensued. The oafish son had bashed in the side of Anastasia's skull with a mace. In a fair duel afterward, her father Alanore ran the killer through with his sword.Following the death of her mother, Hailey and her father took their leave of that caravan and joined another. For years they worked the routes from the River Kingdoms to Numeria. Without a mother, Hailey had become more of a tomboy and had taken an interest in firearms after purchasing a broken down pistol at a market in Hajoth Hakados when she was a teenager. While she channeled her energy into learning to fix it and fire it, her father had taken to drinking instead.She was also hearing tales of the savage land of Numeria and the tainted mages that ruled over the people as they devoted their time to artifacts that no one understood. She thought the idea of constructed mechanical men ludicrous but mistrusted the danger such manufactured armies could do while under the commands of lunatics.  She only hoped her hours of practice with a modern weapons would stop such things in their tracks.By the time she was 19, Hailey's father had nearly drank himself broke. The family wagon was gone and Hailey was working with the caravan herself to help ensure they both were fed. Her father's pay all went to booze and some gambling in the taverns when he was drunk.  Despite her taste for adventure, she stayed with Alanore to look out for him. She knew that his drinking was mainly over the grief of her long dead mother.Her father was killed in an alley in Hajoth Hakados while the caravan was staying over for a week to resupply and trade. Unfortunately, Hailey had not been around at the time and his body was discovered the next morning. Upon inquiry, she learned that a man in black with a scar from his left eye, down his cheek to the corner of his mouth had done it. She did not have a name, but everyone called the man "Scar" behind his back. Last she had heard, the bastard had departed for Torch that morning. She quit her job with the caravan and intended to follow after.Unfortunately, Hailey could not risk the journey alone and had needed time to find a caravan or something heading out. She arrived in Torch much later and lost the trail of "Scar" there. Low on funds she stayed around to take on odd jobs of bodyguard work and protection until she could find a better paying opportunity for her gun for hire. Eventually she figured the man who killed her father would be seen again in Torch and she would be waiting.Recently Hailey had heard about Khonnir’s recovery of a deactivated robot found in the caves below Torch and she was concerned again about her worries of strange metal creatures trying to conquer the lands by the orders of lunatics.  Where there was one, there could very well have been more.  She started looking for other adventurous types that wanted to explore the caves under Torch to determine if there were more down there. If so she planned to see if her bullets would turn them to junk.[/sblock][sblock=Posting Frequency]On a normal basis, I can post once per day, seven days a week. Over the long haul, there are very few that can maintain my pace and quality over the whole year. I generally do not post IC more than once a day on principle, allowing others a chance to reply or react during their daily routine as well. I also let people know when I am not available from more than 36-48 hours. I generally draft my posts at work on weekdays, shotgunning them all to the boards in my evening here in Asia. Weekends I am busier and have to draft during my evening and cannot always post every night.[/sblock]TS, let me know if you need a full breakdown of the spending of her 300gp.Other players, since we are supposed to start the adventure already knowing each other I sort of left Hailey's background looking around for other adventurers to go robot hunting in the caves below Torch. There is room in her background to work in ties to other characters from her short time in Torch or time spent in Hajoth Hakados. Or she could have met other characters working amongst the caravans.</blockquote>

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