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Gin B.


Name: Ergin Balor
Nickname: Gin B
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Race: Human
Bio: It was the year 1652. The air was brisk in the Febuary sky as a new addition was granted to a poor family. The young girl emerged, angelic in appearance, to her mother at least. Time progressed and the girl grew. Her name; Ginnifer Granzalor. A poor farmer her father was and her mother, a scullary maid. The castle near where she was stationed proved to be a bit more extream than any she'd read of in what little books she could come by. The girl had an untamed appetite for learning, however she managed to come by it. Reading was the only thing which she needed to be taught. Finding an older cortizan, she conned her into teaching her all she could for the price of loyalty and taking up her trade until she could pay off her debt to her. Years passed and the girl grew until she exceeded womanhood by mearly two years. At this time, the leasons began changing into that which she would need to know for her recent future career. Time sped past as the young woman edged her way up the ranks of men. Finally, she progressed far enough to come in contact with the current king of England. Having fallen in love with one of her clients, she quickly gave up the trade as soon as her debt was paid. The two lived for two years in grandure and bliss. Her life seemed as if it couldn't get any better until one day, she discovered she was pregnant. Shortly, all too soon, her gestation was finished as her form gave way to an 8 month baby. Difficulties happened durring the delivery and the yong woman passed away in May of 1682 at the young age of 30. Time went by until another couple was expecting a child. Born of the woman Crystina Balor and to Hampton Balor, Ergin Balor made her way into the world on the 14th of Febuary, 1981. Her childhood was unusual in the respect that she traversed the globe at least one full revolution before she's reached the age of 12. Durring those years, she learned from watching her parents in their finest moments and most extream situations. Bore of a long line of treasure hunters, this dame found her first item of great worth at the tender age of 5. Upon her 13th birthday, she recieved her first bit of cloth with which she made the custom satchel she carries with her everywhere. Time progressed and the young girl soon turned into the woman which she is today. However, durring the last 12 years of her life, she's lost both her parents and had to live on her own since she was but 17. They fell prey to a spy agency out of the northern part of Russa. The girl saw them murdered first hand but was able to escape before her wits left her and she lost controle of herself. Later, she mourned them, for a respectable amout of time. Hardship and time crafted together so she might further herself. Not everything she was taught by her parents would be enough to give her a helping hand in this world which she lives in today. Times have changed since she'd learned what she had. Adaption is a good quality, one which she's taken to quite nicely. Once or twice she's had a fairly close dance with death, but somehow she manages to live yet. Perhaps it was an the survival instinct which has driven her on thus far. Maybe, the unconscious rememberings of a distant yet lost past. Whatever the reason, she toys with death every day she can.
Physical Appearance: A woman of the tender young age of 25, dark brown hair flows over her shoulders as deep chestnut adheres to her irids. The long strands reach down to her lower back as her slender 150 pound form supplie spirals upon a medium frame about 8 inches above 5 feet. Tender skin of a tanned appearance gossips with the various other colors upon her person. Rosy-mauve floats to the surface of her lips as it accents upon the skin well. Neatly kept nails hold the borders of slender digits. Each appendage gives way to equally slender hands and wrists.
Prefered Clothing: Upon her right ring finger, an interesting ring, slipped upon the skin, glimmers in any light set before it. It is of a light gold with intricate patters made into it. A rose it mimics as three stones fit upon it. Two emeralds lay upon the leaves as a single stone of corundum lays in the middle of the golden flower. Laced upon her feet are simple combat boots. Hiding most of them are a pair of midnight colored pants. They have an extra pocket sewn onto each side for the purpose of hiding items or storing them for later use. Light creamy beige laughs with her skin as the satin material flows with her silken surface. It fits loosely, just holding fast to her in areas where constraint is either needed for protection or support. Leather wraps her waist as the belt comes to calls with a buckle at the front. In the middle of the buckle, an odd stone rests there. The middle of the perfect sphere is blue in color as the exterior remains clear as crystal. Around her neck, on a golden chain, a single dime sized stone of starburst almandine brings little attention to itself. Most of the time, her hair is partially or fully pinned up with a jade comb immitating an oriential dragon. She carries at her side a custom made bag. Its outward appearance would fool any who saw it. A medium sized satchel would suffice for how it appeared. Once opened, however, one found it to be able to hold at most a vase of grand propotions, which it had done many times. Expansion is the key to this little tote as she lugs it around with the flap shut at all times. Basic black leaps up to meet the eye from it with intricate needle work in various colored threads weave into butterflies, dragons, wolves, unicorns and various other creatures.
Weapons: A whip crafted of fine strong leather, the tip frayed and edged with titanium razor edged replicas of butterfly wings. A simple estoc, strong and flexible, with double edges and thin, long lengths reaching 30 inches of blood producing sharpened curves.
Personality: With a sharp tongue and quick wit to continually feed its feroscious appetite, she always has something to say; well, almost always. Finding proper english to be more of a chore than an eligant approach, she uses words in their barbaric form or just simply makes them up as she goes. As long as she gets her point across, that's all she's worried about. Head strong but willing to give if it prove in her favor, she does nothing unless it either fills her purse or lends a helping hand to accomidate future aliments.
Attributes:
Magic: Simple spells are easy to come by, but a book of sigils which, when pronounced, do wonderous things, is another commodity.
Strengths: Persistance, accuracy, stealth, manipulator and temptress.
Weaknesses: Doesn't know when to give up, risk taker and fearless.
Favored Passtime:
Other: Other than her weapons, she carries a custom made bag upon her side with the arm strap cascading over her opposite shoulder. Within the satchel is a small book which contains self made sigils and those which are common amungst the people of today. She own no land nor a place of residency. Everything she has is carried upon her person. The rest should be in her desctiption. She has a weak spot for fine whiskey. And she dislikes arrogant bastards or ignorant fools.


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