Lainabelle

-Character Name: Lainabelle Viscount
-Race: Human
-Age: 16
-Gender: Female
-Hair Color: Rose/Red
-Eye Color: Sapphire
-Height: 2”
-Weight: Not a lot!
-Occupation: Knight in the making! (Squire)
Being trained by Charity.

-Appearance:

(( As seen by picture, for the moment. ))

-Personality:

Honour as a warrior and as a person, courage in all situations, protecting the innocent and the faithful as well as being blessed to serve your Lord. These four notions make up the four corners of the aspiring young knight’s persona. Chivalry runs in her blood, despite her size and stature as a lady. Her father was a Paladin, and she had no brothers, so she idolized him and set forth on the chivalrous pathway.

Her day to day personality features a blend of positive outlook, sometimes forced. At her size, the easiest thing in the world can quickly become an arduous task, which demands great courage of her to face. That is not to say she is fearless, as she often is timid in nature. She works hard, but is often too shy to approach others, a flaw in her character that she hopes to overcome, a needless cowardice she punishes herself over routinely.

Quiet, she adores reading tales of knights when not practicing what her father had taught her before the incident with her sword. It is rather difficult at her size, and given that she has no particular home. Even when she does approach people, many just laugh at her attempts merrily. So, she leads a traveler’s life style, carrying little and sporting a want to help people, considering her own predicament.

It was her predicament, of course, that spurred her to finally pursue her dream whole heartedly. Living with fear, being at her size, she wishes to put the hearts of others to rest. That is her goal, which she thinks rather noble and highly of. It is easy to tell she is an avid dreamer, though, because of her normal nature. Frightened easily and quick to be shy, she still has a long way to go.

-Weapons:

A simple, if small, steel long blade.

-Armour:

A tiny helm of steel plate, along with a matching shield. The rest is comprised of hard leather and steel plating. The flows of her dress are her particularly least armoured region.

-History/Background:

Born to a noble Paladin and a modest housewife, her beginnings are rather rudimentary. She grew up, featuring the ideals of her Father but the personality traits of her mother. She was apt to play with her father when he was home, and entrusted him with the promise that one day she would be as great as he was. He had chuckled, ruffled her hair and looked into her eyes. The look of admiration would be the memory that guides her and fuels the fire within.

By the age of twelve, she had become a slight tomboy, interested in swordplay, in addition to sewing and cooking. All three she enjoyed, but the first was for her personal goals. Only her father would teach her of course, which he did passively. As such, her skill never really evolved beyond a beginner. Feeling upset, that he did not take her seriously, she had run away two years later. Fourteen, and alone in a large city, she dragged her sword behind her.

After dark, and cold, she had begun homeward. Accosted by a strange man, who hated her father, he had cast some sort of vexing curse upon her in his stead. Not knowing incantations or dispelling magic, she was subject to a shrinking curse. She had fallen unconscious, only to wake up the next day at two inches tall. Her life as a little warrior had begun.

Skills:

She possesses simple martial proficiency and a rather adept proficiency at moving in battle attire. Beyond this, though, remains to be seen.

Spells:

No one has taught her magic.

Vore Abilities:

Herself, she is incapable of vore. She is designed for micro-macro interaction only.