[SOMEBODY] CHARY

Appearance

Identical to her face claim.

Personality

All Chary wants to do is crack skulls and hang out in whore houses. Loud and obnoxious, she sure is a memorable person to be around. Often cheerful, even after a long hard day. She tends to be rather dirty as well as charming. She'll hit on pretty much anything. Especially after a good fight. Somebodies, heartless, nobodies, it doesn't matter to her. As long as they're old enough. The warrior was taught manners, and how to be ladylike, but she rarely uses them.

A strong disciplined warrior, Charybdis prides herself in her ability to take on almost any opponent. She's trained most of her life, and it's left her with an ego, as well as a bit of a bloodlust.

She's quick to anger, and will get into a bar brawl or an argument over little things. However, she doesn't hold many grudges. If she finds out she's the wrong in say, an argument, she'll laugh it off. Buy the other person a beer and forget about it.

She can be a bit, emotional when wasted. In fact, we don't talk about her randomly sobbing drunk on a very confused escort. And Chary gets drunk, A LOT. She has a bit of a drinking problem. It's a miracle no one has found her passed out in a ditch yet. However, she'll sober up for a tournament or any other important event.

She's loyal to her friends and her cause. She's not one to change sides, or her mind for that matter. Persuasion doesn't quite work on her, nor can she do any major persuading. At least, in all areas other than convincing someone to sleep with her.

History

Ygritte's father was a self-proclaimed “philosopher.” He used to fight full time in the pits, but after a leg injury the man retired to help raise his two daughters. Sitting in the house all day gave him time to pursue his other passion. Creating a new world vision with his writing. Though, between Ygritte and her sister Circe, their dad couldn't write for crap. In fact, he had a few screws lose. Ygritte guessed it was from getting smacked upside the head too many times in his youth. But they loved him anyways.

Their mother was often gone, her father would shrug it off as her just being a free spirit. Though, something else seemed to being going on with her. She would often come back rather disheveled and completely worn out, covered in various types of wounds. She wasn't a fighter, and Ygritte never quite understood what was up with her. But would learn much later.

Their father tried to teach them to be the perfect ladies. Quiet, polite, doting, giving, and caring. So they'd both find a good husband when they were older. Live a nice quiet life with a couple of kids. No surprises, no nothing. But what was the fun in that? Ygritte liked the frilly little dresses, sure, but she didn't understand why she couldn't just play in the dirt. Or beat up the other kids, or really do anything besides sit there and look pretty. So naturally, she went ahead and did all that anyways. All those expensive fabrics covered in mud, splinters and blood by the end of every day. It was enough to drive their father crazy.

She was rambunctious, and adorable. Always sparing, training, and causing mischief around the town in her frilly lady clothes. Circe followed suit, in her less than adorable outfits. That's where they differed. Circe hated all things cute. So she would often trade clothes with the neighbor boys when they were out and about. If they didn't want to trade, she just had Ygritte beat them up.

As Ygritte got older she got way more into the fighting and training scene, as well as diving head first into romance. Of course, now that she was a teenager, her father tried being stricter. Especially the third time she was chucked out of a brothel for being underage.  It was getting ridiculous. 

Since it was about time anyways, and he needed something to help curb his daughter's bad behavior. The man started to look for suitors for his eldest daughter.  Mostly his old fighting buddies and some more noble men around town.  None of them even came close to peaking Ygritte's interest. They were either too old, too burly, or too stupid. Not to mention she had her eyes on someone else entirely. 

There was this girl. This beautiful girl. Tall, curvy, with tan skin and golden eyes. Her dark hair often thrown over one shoulder. She was always wandering about the training areas. Pick-pocketing people when they weren't looking. Even though she had no need to by the looks of her expensive clothes. 

Ygritte was smitten. She loved everything about her. She'd never talked to her, nor did she know her name. But she loved her. She was the sun and stars. A goddess even.  After a few days of contemplating and a couple bottles of wine, the 16 yearold got up the courage to talk to this goddess. And it was tremendous.

Ygritte and her lover carried on in secret. Circe was one of the only people who had even an idea of what they were doing. It was annoying. And the younger sister soon became fed up with constantly covering for her sister. Every darned night, either Ygritte snuck out, or her girlfriend snuck in. Finally after a very long day of having to entertain her sister's suitors while said sister cuddling up with her theif girlfriend upstairs, Circe had had enough. She told on her.

Her father was anything but okay with it. No, he'd gone out of his way to gather all these people together for Ygritte. To try and teach her to "normal." The messed up clothes, the drinking and now a girlfriend? This was unacceptable. So he gave his daughter an ultimatum. Get rid of the girlfriend, or he'll get rid of her for her.

Well neither of those options were going to fly. So Ygritte did what any angry teenager would. She ran away. A warrior and a thief, off on their own in the tiny little world. Ygritte changed her name to Chary. Short for Charybdis. 
A nickname her girlfriend gave her for being able to rip entire groups of people to shreds. 

Chary made money by fighting for sport, in tournaments as well in back alleys. Her girlfriend ofcourse, made money from thieving and what not. Often trading with pirates and the like. 

Chary ended up spending most of her time at the colloseum, training and fighting. In fact, that's where she was when her world started to crumble.  Darkness seemed to pour in from every nook and cranny. She tried to fight her way home. Get somewhere safe. Find her love and find a way to survive the end of the world. 

But she never made it... 

The warrior woke up face first on the ground in Traverse Town. After she fell in battle, someone she barely knew had dragged her out of there before the end came. Alone, she wandered around. 

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to years. 
She went back to her old habits after a while. Drinking, messing around, fighting.  Originally as a way to forget about the love she lost at 19.  Chary didn't even think of trying to bring back the world. It was something she figured she'd never manage. Believing if she focused too much on achieving the impossible, she'd surely go mad.

She makes her living as a mercenary as well as an exterminator of sorts. As long as they pay her well, she'll kill anything. They just have to make sure to keep her away from their wives, and husbands. 

OOC Name:Xemmy

ROLE: original