Gloria, draw me from your sheathe and use me as your blade!
Social Rank: 7
Concept: Time-forged Zealot
Marital Status: single
Height: average height
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: gray
Skintone: sun-kissed fair
Description: That swagger that goes with Solene's motions is one built of experience and self-confidence amore than arrogance. It shows itself off steps that come pre-measured to processional length without having to try. It flares in the sun-bright smile of lush bow-shaped lips. And in those dark-gray eyes is the mirror of a sword's blade, reflective of times good and bad. All this under long blonde hair cut to stay out of her pretty face. The 5'6" frame is fitted with an hourglass shape toned by years of athletic endeavor.
Personality: At her core there's a burning fire of desire to serve the Gods, and a surety that her life will one day be spent in their service. She doesn't know what day that it is, or how it will happen, but Solene takes comfort in it and finds resolve from it, because she knows it means she'll die with honor and with glory. What Solene does not allow her zealotry to do is overcome her. She remains rational, she avoids fights, she understands not everyone can know the splendor of her view of the gods. But she thinks, she knows, if she gives them an example to see they'll come around.
Life's not all work though. She enjoys a good drink, a life of laughter. Laughter is one of the most precious gifts, and telling her a joke frequently is a great way to be considered a friend.
Background: Some little boys and girls receive dolls or painted blocks for their earliest birthdays. Others receive thick books filled with stories of knights and honor and the the solemn promise that one parent or another would be there to read one story a knight to their daughter? Do you want to guess which of the two fit Solene's upbringing?
Some children are allowed to run through the woods or over the plains, swinging sticks and growing their imagination as they battle mythical gnolls instead of just their friends. Others are given their first set of armor and a dagger as soon as they are able to stand with that much weight. Solene was the latter.
Some younglings attend the services of the Faith when there's a holy day, or when they have some need to speak to a priest. Not Solene, she was sent to the chapel ever morning and night. If nothing else she was to give thanks for waking and having the chance to sleep once more.
All of this made for a rather serious you know knight who took her share of prizes from tournaments among squires, and was knighted without a blemish to be found on her record. She spent a few years among her family, rising to lead patrols and skirmish with the shavs. But something about it didn't feel right. Without the least bit of arrogance she told her parents she was meant for more. She felt a calling.
Not one to make hurried decisions, especially ones that permanently change her life, Solene spoke with the local Templars and began working as a disciple of Gloria. She'd service their armor, ride with them, and each activity lead to a greater feeling of fulfillment. By 25 Solene was sure and she gave up her title and took her oaths to the Faith.
Since then Solene has served with distinction. It's not just the use of her weapon that has helped her grow, but the way she learns a lesson from each new outing and comes back time-tested and tempered, wrapping her zealotry in an impenetrable shell of experience. It's how she's taken her time with the templars to learn to be more than a weapon, but how to lead and form plans as well.
|Martino||Seems quite dedicated to her duties as a Templar. Truly takes them quite seriously and, after she slightly recognised me, took up the offer of a spar. Cautious around either the Lycene or this particular one.|