Post by frostwolf on Jan 7, 2007 0:34:13 GMT -5
Name:Justice
RCC/OCC: Justice Ranger
Gender/Race: Female/ Human (half native american)
Alignment: Unprincipled
Appearance: Justice is a relatively young woman only 22 years of age. She is a tall woman, 5'11" and well proportioned. All the right curves in all the right places (PB 23). It seems to be a waste because she would have made a lot working in the entertainment industry. Her eyes are some what squinted because of the time in the sun, but she misses nothing. She wears a black cowboy hat, duster, britches, and shirt, as well as black boots. The tips of her boots are tipped with silver, as it is silver that accentuates her whole ensemble. When looking into the shadow under the hat brim, one first sees her sparkling deep blue eyes. Her face is angled perfectly and seems to have golden tint to it. Some what resembling the Natives of the land. Her hair is a deep chocolate brown that is often mistaken for black. She keeps it cropped to shoulder length and tied back with a black leather strap. By the way that she stands and her weapons are arranged, she seems to be a left hand dominant individual, but looks deadly with either. She has a scar – though no all have nor will get the chance to see it – on her chest, just up and to the left of her heart where she had been shot in a shootout. Also upon her chest, shining against the black is a badge -- justice ranger.
Her belt holds two pistols, both of which are pearl handled and accentuated with silver. These two weapons, colt .45s by the look of them, are also engraved with wording, if allowed to get close enough to read the words; they are “Swift Justice”. There is also a wilks-remi 130 on her person. She has a vibro-blade strapped to her left thigh in a position as to not hinder her guns. Not presently on her person, but very near by most of the time, is a rifle, wilks-remi 157. (She has a solid black horse that she will leave behind in excellent care as there isn't much room for him to accompany her. The rest of her equipment currently stored with her horse. The rest of her equipment currently stored with her horse.)
Disposition: Everything about her screams out Justice Ranger. She is confident in her person, and careful of where she treads, whether in physical sense or in social standings. She seems to be aloof, but has friendly personality once she has been assured of friendship. She’s an actions speak louder than words type of person, but does enjoy an engaging conversation. Her native American background shows through on some of her mannerisms, respect being a biggey.
Background: Justice was born just as violently as she was conceived. Her mother nearly died during her birth, but the shaman of the neighboring tribe was able to save both mother and child. The baby was taught to be tough, generally raised as a son would have been raised, to be a warrior. Her mothers reasoning behind this form or teaching for her daughter was based on a dream walk she had when early in the pregnancy she had considered doing as her sisters had and aborting the child. The child, being conceived from a rape, grew quickly in her mother’s teachings. At the age of twelve, she saw her father for the first time. She and her mother had been traveling and stopped for the night in the local saloon. She was on the stairs when a band of brigands stepped inside the doorway. They began to shoot up the joint, and the leader, recognizing her mother, laughed and started making comments. Her mother’s self respect and proud nature wouldn’t allow him to say such with her daughter in earshot. She made a comment back, and without blinking an eye, the man shot her dead. Justice, quietly memorizing the man’s face, retreated up the stairs. She snuck out of the building, and taking the nearest horse, rode out of town as fast as she could. She found herself in the company of Justice Rangers, and with tears on her face, turned herself over to them for the theft of the horse. Finding that she was pure of heart yet a fighter’s spirit, one of the rangers took her under his wing and taught him all he knew. She was then admitted into the Rangers. She travels from town to town, cleaning up scum, and looking for the one that murdered her mother. She has made her way into her present location after healing up from her last post. She has recovered from and bears the scar from the bullet wound she sustained.
RCC/OCC: Justice Ranger
Gender/Race: Female/ Human (half native american)
Alignment: Unprincipled
Appearance: Justice is a relatively young woman only 22 years of age. She is a tall woman, 5'11" and well proportioned. All the right curves in all the right places (PB 23). It seems to be a waste because she would have made a lot working in the entertainment industry. Her eyes are some what squinted because of the time in the sun, but she misses nothing. She wears a black cowboy hat, duster, britches, and shirt, as well as black boots. The tips of her boots are tipped with silver, as it is silver that accentuates her whole ensemble. When looking into the shadow under the hat brim, one first sees her sparkling deep blue eyes. Her face is angled perfectly and seems to have golden tint to it. Some what resembling the Natives of the land. Her hair is a deep chocolate brown that is often mistaken for black. She keeps it cropped to shoulder length and tied back with a black leather strap. By the way that she stands and her weapons are arranged, she seems to be a left hand dominant individual, but looks deadly with either. She has a scar – though no all have nor will get the chance to see it – on her chest, just up and to the left of her heart where she had been shot in a shootout. Also upon her chest, shining against the black is a badge -- justice ranger.
Her belt holds two pistols, both of which are pearl handled and accentuated with silver. These two weapons, colt .45s by the look of them, are also engraved with wording, if allowed to get close enough to read the words; they are “Swift Justice”. There is also a wilks-remi 130 on her person. She has a vibro-blade strapped to her left thigh in a position as to not hinder her guns. Not presently on her person, but very near by most of the time, is a rifle, wilks-remi 157. (She has a solid black horse that she will leave behind in excellent care as there isn't much room for him to accompany her. The rest of her equipment currently stored with her horse. The rest of her equipment currently stored with her horse.)
Disposition: Everything about her screams out Justice Ranger. She is confident in her person, and careful of where she treads, whether in physical sense or in social standings. She seems to be aloof, but has friendly personality once she has been assured of friendship. She’s an actions speak louder than words type of person, but does enjoy an engaging conversation. Her native American background shows through on some of her mannerisms, respect being a biggey.
Background: Justice was born just as violently as she was conceived. Her mother nearly died during her birth, but the shaman of the neighboring tribe was able to save both mother and child. The baby was taught to be tough, generally raised as a son would have been raised, to be a warrior. Her mothers reasoning behind this form or teaching for her daughter was based on a dream walk she had when early in the pregnancy she had considered doing as her sisters had and aborting the child. The child, being conceived from a rape, grew quickly in her mother’s teachings. At the age of twelve, she saw her father for the first time. She and her mother had been traveling and stopped for the night in the local saloon. She was on the stairs when a band of brigands stepped inside the doorway. They began to shoot up the joint, and the leader, recognizing her mother, laughed and started making comments. Her mother’s self respect and proud nature wouldn’t allow him to say such with her daughter in earshot. She made a comment back, and without blinking an eye, the man shot her dead. Justice, quietly memorizing the man’s face, retreated up the stairs. She snuck out of the building, and taking the nearest horse, rode out of town as fast as she could. She found herself in the company of Justice Rangers, and with tears on her face, turned herself over to them for the theft of the horse. Finding that she was pure of heart yet a fighter’s spirit, one of the rangers took her under his wing and taught him all he knew. She was then admitted into the Rangers. She travels from town to town, cleaning up scum, and looking for the one that murdered her mother. She has made her way into her present location after healing up from her last post. She has recovered from and bears the scar from the bullet wound she sustained.