by འབྲོག་ཁྱི » Fri May 10, 2024 10:48 pm
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iris emilia shaw · goes exclusively by shaw
THE RIGHT HAND / THE WOLF · twenty-eight
cisfemale, she/herx ·xpanx ·xfive foot seven
athletic buildx·xdark brown eyesx·xbrunette
thoroughly scarredx·xformer guard / soldier
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She only wants to be known as "Shaw"
and even those she considers friends
usually do not know her first name.
All xtoo often, xShaw hides behind a
mask of some kind, whether that be
a helmet or a nickname, like "Wolf".
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Shaw is selectively mute, and speaks
extremely rarely. She communicates
with the rebels through sign language
and occasionally written notes when
it is more convenient. These abilities
prove xuseful xduring xstealth ops.
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│└─────────────┘𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝘼 𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝘾𝘼𝙂𝙀
𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖱 𝖮𝖥 𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖤 𝖡𝖴𝖳
. . 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙉❜𝙏 𝙏𝙄𝙀 𝙐𝙋 𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙎❟ )───
─────────( 𝙏𝙄𝙀 𝙐𝙋 𝙈𝙔 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙎
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Shaw grew up as one of the city's many orphans, but as a
child, she was chosen for Erendeer's guardian program.
She was raised to be a soldier, spending most of her time
training until she turned seventeen and joined the troops
as a novice. It was grueling work, but she believed that it
was a preferable alternative to xthe fates of many of her
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𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀❟ 𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄 𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙒 )───────────
───────────────────( 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗜
𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝖠𝖭 𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖱𝖸 𝖦𝖮𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖲
────>─> 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙇𝙏𝘼𝙍
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fellow orphans. She would spend her days pa-
trolling xthe xstreets, xindoctrinated xto see
Leader xMaxwell xas xa near-mythical figure
whose xevery xword was xto be taken xas both
truth & law. During her novice days, she show-
ed promise xwith ranged weapons and sharp-
shooting, and was chosen to become one of the
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𝘖𝘕 𝘈 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘍𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘚𝘓𝘌𝘗𝘛
─────>─> 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗘
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snipers set up high over xthe rest of the city,
taking out targets with xa single precise shot.
That's xwhen xthe edges of xthe illusion began
to crack. xShaw's targets xdidn't look like the
dangerous, xhighly violent people she was told
they were after. xThey were ordinary people.
Many of them looked scared, xlike they were
on the run. xQuestioning her ordersx only led
to punishment, xand she took xmore of those
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𝘼 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙔 𝙍𝙄𝙁𝙇𝙀 𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙍
& 𝟧𝟢 𝖯𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖲 𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦, 𝖨 𝖪𝖤𝖯𝖳 𝖨𝖭 𝖬𝖸 𝖯𝖮𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖳
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shots xthan xshe would like to admit. xGetting
out xwasn't easy. xShe xessentially had xto dis-
appear, xa deed easier said xthan done in the
city of Erendeer, and that's when she was con-
tacted by the rebels. Many of them still don't
trust xthe ex-guard, xand xshe doesn't xblame
them for questioning her. But she is loyal, and
their xleader's trust means xthe world xto her.
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𝘐 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘚𝘖𝘖𝘕 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓xxxxxxxx
xxxxxxx𝘽𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙉𝙊 𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀 . . .
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འབྲོག་ཁྱི on Fri May 31, 2024 1:03 am, edited 1 time in total.
