Post by kiarawoolfe on Sept 9, 2012 1:30:19 GMT -5
Your username: KiaraWoolfe
Character's name: Amera 'The Wanderer'
Character's gender: Female
Character's age: 257
Character's attitude: Hardcore, ambitious, glory hunter, quick witted. She enjoys (and is excellent at) making people squirm.
Character's Race: Elf
Character's appearance: She is one of the elves who decided she didn't like her body, so she changed it. Grey skin with a tint of blue, short, spikey, maroon hair, white celtic-looking tattos. She prefers light cloth armour so she can attack stealthily, but also has a set of charmed scale armour. Yellow hawk eyes, claw-like fingernails.
Character's allegiance: Nuetral
Weapons: A pair of flaming Chakras (Wood and metal bent into a ring with a magic flame in the middle. Ring is spiked and comes back like a boomerang.) Two faeblades (A pole about the length of a dagger hilt, with a curved blade out of the top, and a smaller blade curved in the opposite direction on the bottom. Slung over her back they look like metal wings.) Her magic.
Other Info: Her gauntlets are charmed so that she can cover them with the same flame as the Chakras. She has a deck of fate cards that are never wrong.
History: She was brought up in Ilerea (Is her age right?), and escaped with some other elf children when Galbatorix attacked. Ever since she's been in hiding, until the fate cards told her it was safe to return. When she heard of the dragon rider shade, she decided to stand and fight. She met Lorah, and they become great friends as they travel to Tearm, intending to get a boat to Bromsland.
Role Play Sample: "So you were in Uru'bean?" Lorah asked, ajusting her saddle straps.
Amera cringed. "You could say that." She made a clicking nose and coaxed her mare into a gentle trot.
Lorah sped up too, but stopped talking. She didn't want to upset her new friend.
Amera thought over that concept. Friend. She had spent so long as a loner, she had all but forgotten that feeling.
The horses nickered and wouldn't go any further. "What's this?" Amera lifted her nose to the wind. "I don't smell anything..."
She pulled the fate cards out of her pocket.
She drew the snake.
Traitor.
She turned to Lorah, but was knocked off her horse before she could say anything...
Character's name: Amera 'The Wanderer'
Character's gender: Female
Character's age: 257
Character's attitude: Hardcore, ambitious, glory hunter, quick witted. She enjoys (and is excellent at) making people squirm.
Character's Race: Elf
Character's appearance: She is one of the elves who decided she didn't like her body, so she changed it. Grey skin with a tint of blue, short, spikey, maroon hair, white celtic-looking tattos. She prefers light cloth armour so she can attack stealthily, but also has a set of charmed scale armour. Yellow hawk eyes, claw-like fingernails.
Character's allegiance: Nuetral
Weapons: A pair of flaming Chakras (Wood and metal bent into a ring with a magic flame in the middle. Ring is spiked and comes back like a boomerang.) Two faeblades (A pole about the length of a dagger hilt, with a curved blade out of the top, and a smaller blade curved in the opposite direction on the bottom. Slung over her back they look like metal wings.) Her magic.
Other Info: Her gauntlets are charmed so that she can cover them with the same flame as the Chakras. She has a deck of fate cards that are never wrong.
History: She was brought up in Ilerea (Is her age right?), and escaped with some other elf children when Galbatorix attacked. Ever since she's been in hiding, until the fate cards told her it was safe to return. When she heard of the dragon rider shade, she decided to stand and fight. She met Lorah, and they become great friends as they travel to Tearm, intending to get a boat to Bromsland.
Role Play Sample: "So you were in Uru'bean?" Lorah asked, ajusting her saddle straps.
Amera cringed. "You could say that." She made a clicking nose and coaxed her mare into a gentle trot.
Lorah sped up too, but stopped talking. She didn't want to upset her new friend.
Amera thought over that concept. Friend. She had spent so long as a loner, she had all but forgotten that feeling.
The horses nickered and wouldn't go any further. "What's this?" Amera lifted her nose to the wind. "I don't smell anything..."
She pulled the fate cards out of her pocket.
She drew the snake.
Traitor.
She turned to Lorah, but was knocked off her horse before she could say anything...
