Post by silentdecember on Nov 16, 2009 20:18:14 GMT -6
Name: Lethe Sancerre du Aeyla
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: She is of elven descent, although she knows for a fact that somewhere along the line she has some human.
Alliance: No alliance.
Appearance: Tan skin, light grey eyes and long, wavy dark red hair to her waist pulled in a loose fashion most of the time. She is 5'8, one of the tallest women in her family. She has a haunting look about her. She wears long flowing dresses in orange or dark red, heavily embroidered with white or silver designs with glowing magic inlay. She wears strong black boots, usually polished to a glow.
She usually carries scrolls in a pack, much like that of a bowholder. A crystal vial of violent orange liquid hangs from her sash. Once in a while she will wear the long flowing breeches and a long tunic in the men's style so that she can practice hunting with a sling. She wears assorted earrings along the tips of her ears, but no other jewelry. She looks younger by a few years than her actual age is.
Personality: Being a firm believer in logic, Lethe is practical and a bit on the sardonic side. She is very silent, and only speaks when spoken to. At times she can be sweet, but at other times she can be as cold as the ice magic she casts.
History: She comes a slightly influential family within the Kingdom of Moyen. She is the eldest daughter of a retired warlord. Her mother died the year before of a sickness.
Lethe has studied magic since she was 8, studying all of the basics by the time she was 10 and practicing minor water magics right before her 11th birthday. She soon became very adept at using water magic and moved onto air and finally ice.
She has always lived pretty comfortably, living in a large manor. She is taking care of her siblings and her ailing father, but manages to get out every so often to the markets of Moyen.
Abilites: Ice, water and air magic, proficient in swordsmanship and fairly good at bow and arrow. She is very good at tracking and being as silent as possible when hunting.
Disabilities:] She is not able to handle blunt weapons and isn't any good at using shortswords. She is also not very good at talking with people, usually more interested in her scrolls than any human counterparts. She isn't good at earth, fire, or dark magic.
Sample; The moon was shining brightly that night.
She moved as silently as she could, making sure to track the beautiful creature that was eluding her. A flash of white told her it was still in the vicinity. She stalked it, taking a dark pleasure in the hunt. It wasn't to kill. It was to see how close she could get. And the creature was a rare one at that.
The dappled-white unicorn.
It was not very often that they traveled like this all the way from Lumiere, and the magic in the air spiked her blood like the headiest wine. She smiled, a predatory and enticing smile. She soon got close enough when she heard music in her, as though her blood was singing from her heart. It was like a familiar friend who she hadn't heard from in years, but it was so funny because she had no friends ...
and it went on ...
and on ...
Ramira
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: She is of elven descent, although she knows for a fact that somewhere along the line she has some human.
Alliance: No alliance.
Appearance: Tan skin, light grey eyes and long, wavy dark red hair to her waist pulled in a loose fashion most of the time. She is 5'8, one of the tallest women in her family. She has a haunting look about her. She wears long flowing dresses in orange or dark red, heavily embroidered with white or silver designs with glowing magic inlay. She wears strong black boots, usually polished to a glow.
She usually carries scrolls in a pack, much like that of a bowholder. A crystal vial of violent orange liquid hangs from her sash. Once in a while she will wear the long flowing breeches and a long tunic in the men's style so that she can practice hunting with a sling. She wears assorted earrings along the tips of her ears, but no other jewelry. She looks younger by a few years than her actual age is.
Personality: Being a firm believer in logic, Lethe is practical and a bit on the sardonic side. She is very silent, and only speaks when spoken to. At times she can be sweet, but at other times she can be as cold as the ice magic she casts.
History: She comes a slightly influential family within the Kingdom of Moyen. She is the eldest daughter of a retired warlord. Her mother died the year before of a sickness.
Lethe has studied magic since she was 8, studying all of the basics by the time she was 10 and practicing minor water magics right before her 11th birthday. She soon became very adept at using water magic and moved onto air and finally ice.
She has always lived pretty comfortably, living in a large manor. She is taking care of her siblings and her ailing father, but manages to get out every so often to the markets of Moyen.
Abilites: Ice, water and air magic, proficient in swordsmanship and fairly good at bow and arrow. She is very good at tracking and being as silent as possible when hunting.
Disabilities:] She is not able to handle blunt weapons and isn't any good at using shortswords. She is also not very good at talking with people, usually more interested in her scrolls than any human counterparts. She isn't good at earth, fire, or dark magic.
Sample; The moon was shining brightly that night.
She moved as silently as she could, making sure to track the beautiful creature that was eluding her. A flash of white told her it was still in the vicinity. She stalked it, taking a dark pleasure in the hunt. It wasn't to kill. It was to see how close she could get. And the creature was a rare one at that.
The dappled-white unicorn.
It was not very often that they traveled like this all the way from Lumiere, and the magic in the air spiked her blood like the headiest wine. She smiled, a predatory and enticing smile. She soon got close enough when she heard music in her, as though her blood was singing from her heart. It was like a familiar friend who she hadn't heard from in years, but it was so funny because she had no friends ...
and it went on ...
and on ...
Ramira
Your sample, though, needs to be a little longer. 200+.