Hey everyone! I will join this game as a guest. I've read the already posted descriptions, and I am honoured to have the opportunity of playing with such passionate writers, I only hope I can keep up and may this be a wonderful game for us all! This is my character, if anyone wants something to be added, corrected, modified, please tell me.
Description: Galla stands at 5 feet 5. She is not the tallest woman imaginable, far from it, considering she’s trained alongside Amazons. She has a curvaceous figure, full breasts and hips that demand attention, strong, capable legs and a slim waist. She has large blue eyes, blue as the sky and ocean combined, a hue that stands out and is perfectly visible and attractive. Her long, raven hair falls down her back. While with the Amazons, she braided it as they did, but she prefers it loose. She has a soft tan, and her features are a combination of delicate and strong, as is her personality.
Attire: Normally, she wears a tunic, wrapped around her waist with a belt, on which she hangs her sword and dagger. The tunic ends above her knees. She wears sandals and over her tunic she wears a long cloak. In war, she used light leather armor.
Abilities: She does not possess any mystical skills, she is purely a physical warrior. She is extremely deadly with a sword (she uses a Roman short sword), and with a dagger. As an Amazon, she has received ample bow training, but she has never excelled in it, since she is impatient and high-strung, therefore, loves to interact in hand-to-hand combat. She is an extremely talented dancer, and she will use this skill to befriend one of her handlers in her time as a slave.
Galla Valeria was born in one of Rome’s most prestigious families. But, due to some issues in this large dynasty, her side of the family was disgraced and therefore, shunned, very little contact being maintained between the two sides. Hers was an unlucky fate, since she was born and lived in one of Rome’s poorest areas. However, her childhood was not an unhappy one. Her father quickly discovered a stable and healthy income source and became a well-respected tradesman. Galla was the oldest of four children, and she spent her childhood helping her mother raise her smaller siblings, helping around the house and living like any normal Roman child. But Galla was not truly happy, not really. She knew she had to stay away from soldiers, since most would not say no to the chance of using her for their own amusement. She was becoming more and more beautiful as the years passed, and her father was already searching for a suitable husband for her. But this was not what Galla wanted. She desired to be around soldiers, as one of them. She loved what the Roman army stood for and her dreams took her to battlefields in the far-away corners of the empire, fighting alongside the men she so respected. At the age of 16, Galla made the decision that would change her life: she would become a soldier, no matter what.
She did her best to disguise herself. She cut her hair until it was merely a shade on her head, she hid her tell-tale body parts and did as much research as she could. She had limited skills with weapons, but was an energetic and eager learner. However, though her appearance may have fooled the careless recruiters, her lack of skills and overall feminine frailty were not ignored. She was not allowed in the army. Feeling dejected, betrayed, unable to understand the reasons for the harsh refusal, Galla left Rome, swearing to never return to the cruel, unfair city, a city that proved unfair to a woman.
For an immense amount of time, Galla wanders aimlessly in the wild, with very little money and with just the clothes she had on. Sometimes she stole what she needed to survive, but most of the times, she fled out of the way of possible dangers. She used knives and heavy sticks as weapons against wild animals, and more than once escaped death out of sheer luck. Somehow, finally, she managed to reach the shores, the southern shores of the Roman Empire. As the waves lapped against her body, she collapsed and knew she would die soon, hoped she would die soon. Just as she fainted, succumbing to fatigue and weakness, ships were preparing to leave. Pirate ships. Amazon ships. A woman, a strong, beautiful woman with ebony skin and a certain power over many others like her, saw the child and, not knowing her identity, took her aboard.
When Galla woke up, she was surprised to find numerous dark-skinned women, some wild-looking, all of them clad in leather armors, with exotic weapons, staring down at her. In a none-too-friendly manor. She thought she would die, and she probably would have been killed, had she been a man. But Myrine, the queen of the Gorgon Amazons would not kill a girl who so resembled herself merely a few years in the past, before her innocence was taken away by war. She accepted Galla in her crew, and took her under her wing, so to speak. Thus began a great friendship, a mentor-pupil relationship. Galla learned that her identity as a woman was priceless, and that she could be strong and respected, even more so, without trying to fit in with the men. Myrine taught her the ways of the warriors, she helped her develop her battle techniques and even shared in war strategy. But most of all, Myrine understood Galla’s wild nature, her restless, energetic, flaming soul, and taught her self-control. She made Galla understand that the purpose of war was not that of gaining pleasure. No, there was no pleasure in the bloodshed of others, no matter how guilty they were. Myrine was honourable, and thus, Galla was immersed in her teachings and shared in her honour. Together, they fought side by side and learned much about eachother. She shows her how to use everything about her, the physical and the mental, to her utter advantage. And she shows her the way of the Amazon.
Galla joins Myrine in her journey to Themiscyra, where they join in the battles against the mercenaries and bandits sent by Rome. Galla is amazed at the wonders she witnesses there, but she is also devastated by the plunders, death and unfairness. She is crushed by betrayal and torture, and she realizes that war is not partly horrid, it is truly the worst kind of horror, and no matter the outcome, there is no true winner. Unfortunately, Galla and the Amazons fighting at her side do not have the satisfaction of at least sharing in a pseudo-victory. They are throttled by the allies of Rome, but mostly by slavers and mercenaries, and by opposing groups of Amazons. Myrine and Galla get separated, and Galla is crushed when she believes her mentor dead.
Galla is badly wounded and taken by the Scarlet Harvest, a group of hunters and slavers. When she comes to her senses, she risks being raped and killed by the unscrupulous, savage men known as the Hunters, the ones who collect the slaves initially. Galla fights with all her strength, and, luckily for her, she is observed by a woman, an opposing Amazon of a different nature – a more sadistic nature -, Lia. She likes the girl’s spirit and she protects her from abuse and keeps her virginity intact. At first, Galla despises Lia and her blood-thirsty ways, but when she sees that staying with Lia is better than living in a cage, she calms down, and does what her mistress asks of her, which is usually to dance and perform certain acrobatics. Galla dances a combination several tribal dances, they are all a great performance, filled with sensuality, animalistic passion and released sexuality. Galla refines her dancing skills with the help of another slave, one very close to Lia, named Darby. Galla finds a friend in her, and for a short time, she feels not so estranged. However, Lia had no intention of allowing a slave, no matter how talented, to fraternize with someone who might know certain secrets regarding her or the Reaver (the head of the slavers), so she has Galla taken away to her cages again. She is not harmed, but she is left to rot in the cages while the slave traders ride slowly to Rome.
In Rome, Galla is brought to the slave market. She had not been fed and is weak, wild and very angry. She still keeps in mind Myrine’s teaching, but she despises Rome, the treacherous pigs who fought for them, the horrid slavers and hunters and she vows only revenge and destruction upon anyone who dares touch her. She awaits in a cage, almost naked, exposed to the public, seething with anger and untamed fury. She is now 18.
As for her past relationships: Galla and Myrine were very close. So close, in fact, that Myrine became attracted to her. Once, they were training, mock fighting. Myrine was trying to help Galla improve her bow techniques, but was failing because Galla refused to focus. Frustrated with her student, Myrine became rather aggressive and tried to convince Galla of the necessity of learning how to use this very efficient weapon, the representative weapon of the Amazons. They started fighting and Galla managed to defeat Myrine in close combat and instantly, the battle was taken to the ground. As they struggled to gain control and supremacy, Myrine dared to kiss her rebellious ward. It was a strange, new, awkward experience for Galla, who had never been with a man, not to mention, a woman. But a few stolen kisses and tender touches was all that happened between them. Galla was not in the least bit bisexual, and she could not fathom to be with a woman. Myrine understood and stepped back, refusing to confuse her. Galla has never fallen in love, but she has always believed in love. A strange, enigmatic creature, a man of great power and charm, a leader, though a secretive, phantomatic one, was the one called Azuriel. He led one of the enemy groups in the wars for Themiscyra. Galla has never met him, and he has never met her, but they have heard stories of the other. However, in war one does not attempt to meet fascinating people, one fights enemies, and Galla did just that. She did not hear anything of Azuriel during her time as a slave. Last but not least, there is a certain association, albeit not a direct one, with the one called Caius Valerius Argentum. When Galla was a child and nothing more, a peculiar figure appeared in the house of her wealthy family. She had never seen it, since she did not live with them, but stories of great deeds, epic victories and kind acts, the author of which was this “Silver Man” reached her ears. Also, rumours that her cousins benefited of this man as their mentor. In a way, one could say that he was one of the reasons why Galla desired to become a warrior herself. She never thought she would meet him…