Ailiet Chatlie
[ A B O U T ]
Name: Ailiet Chatlie
B-Day: 12/04
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 139lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Skin: Pale
Sex: Female
Birthplace: Midgar
Family: Unknown
Ocupation: Mercenary
Weapons: Wutain Sword
[ B I O ]
Ailiet grew up in Midgar and attended the most
prestigious private schools, getting the best possible
education that her money could give her. She was
always an intensely focused child, and once she found
something that she wanted she would grasp it, no
matter how long it took her or how difficult it was.
It was no surprise to her parents when she bought out
a dying business at the age of sixteen in her parents'
name and turned it over, making it successful, and
then broke it up into pieces and sold it. She found
that this business suited her, and continued along
this line, but she eventually became bored. However,
being a very rational and level headed person, she did
not just drop her business; rather, she occupied
herself with learning to use various weapons,
including the sword passed down in her family,
firearms, whips, chains, martial arts, and anything
else she had the time for, meanwhile selling it off to
her family. However they passed away, due to sketchy
circumstances, and Ailiet took up her place in the
mercenary world.
[ D E S C R I P T I O N ]
Ailiet is always the picture of
sophistication, as she will not permit anyone to see
her in a lesser state. She is always collected, and
holds herself in a rigid manner that offers no warmpth
or friendliness to anyone, preferring to do her job
and keep everyone at arm's length. She has neatly
trimmed, sleek blonde hair that falls just past her
shoulders, and ice cold green eyes that seem to bore
into you whenever she focuses her attention, even
barely. She is calm, dignified, and refined. She has
a very intense, focused air about her, and is all
about being efficient, and getting the job done. No
one is allowed to get close to her, as she keeps her
defensess up tirelessly, allowing people to see the
woman they want to: ruthless, strong, and powerful.
She seems to have gathered all of herself that is
'human' and locked it away deep inside of herself
where it can't be touched or hurt.
[ A T T I R E ]
Sleek, form-fitting black pants, a
black turtleneck, and a black duster with a blood red
cross up one arm.
