Bridget Tani Shay
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[edit] Vital Statistics
Name: Bridget Taini Shay
Gender: Female
Position: General
Age: 25
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 132
[edit] Personality
For the most part, Bridget is unwelcoming and cold towards strangers due to her secluded nature. Thus, she has very little qualms about killing foes on the battlefield, whether they were once allies with her country, or even if they plead for their lives. She only unwinds outside of battle, in the luxury of her Morphs servants' obedience, tending to stay completely stone cold in battle and public life.
During battle, Bridget tries to search for the a weak point in an opponent's approach, preferring to hold until she has devised a plan to overtake a foe rather than put up and offense and hope for her enemy to make a mistake during the fight. To her, being certain that a tactic will work in advance is better than hoping it will by improvising without foresight. She is very analytical, so her battles wage on fairly long, but she usually produces optimal results.
[edit] Appearance
Bridget's complexion is fairly dull, her skin a bit pale compared to most people around Illyria. Her hair looks like ash, a dark gray with little sheen to it, seeming that if it were disturbed, it would crumble. Her hair hangs to her shoulder level, cut off nearly straight all of the way around her neck. Her eyes are azure, matching the color of the sky on a clear day. They glimmer slightly in the light, not incredibly vivid perhaps, but not what one could call devoid of life. Around her forehead, a black headband bordered in silver sits, tied tightly to hold her hair still when she is moving around.
As the base layer of her clothes, Bridget wears a suit of brigandine armor, due to it being the most protective for the weight and flexibility she needed to fight properly. It is dyed black, the ebony toning befitting of Illyria's troops. Over the top of it, hiding the armor itself for outside view, is a silk robe, dye in a matching tone to the brigandine and being edged with silver stitching. It hangs down to a bit above her ankles, split along the right side near the leg.
Bridget wears a pair of black pants, constructed similarly to the brigandine, to provide a bit of protection to her lower half. Her socks, following suit, are stained black, as well as the boots she wears for foot protection. The boots are sturdy and stretch to a bit above her ankles for joint support. Over her knees are metal pads, protecting them from weak attacks. These pads are also on her elbows, contained under the robes. On her arms, silver bracers are set, covering either of her forearms and decorated with an assortment of different sized onyx stones.
= Biography = *Edit Pending* Bridget grew up fairly well to do, as most of the Illyrian citizens do, due to the mass quantity of Morphs to take care of menial everyday tasks. She was born an illegitimate child to one of the nobles of the land, which frequently happens with pleasure being the primary focus of her country's populace. As such, she was never really bothered by the fact, figuring it was just how the world was. Her mother raised her on her estate, getting her to enjoy the simple pleasures of life as early as possible and teaching her how to direct the Morphs along with their daily work. Money wasn't really a problem, as not only did her mother have quite a bit of, since the labor on their land was free.
Growing up, Bridget eventually met the man who was supposedly her father. He ran a group devoted to improving the lives of the nobles and peasants even more, giving them what they wanted better than before. She never really liked the man, but nonetheless, he was her father, so she accepted it, moving on with her life. After a few more years, she started in an army training program, feeling inclined to do something with her life, the sitting around all of the time starting to get to her. She started off working with swords, eventually branching into the arts of archery to round out her combat style.
A few years before the war began, she completed the main part of her training, returning to the life of luxury she had before. She now appreciated the things her mother always rambled on about, finding great enjoyment in some more adult activities now that she was. Practicing her martial style and bow work everyday with other things, she waited until she would be needed to serve the Highlord. Now, she has been called to lead a portion of the nation's force in their battles.
[edit] Combat Statistics
Ranger (#10)
Weapon Levels: Sword - A; Bow - B
