Post by Tismri on Sept 28, 2012 23:32:30 GMT -5
Just feel like making the family complete. Now I'm the eldest and the youngest child! lol
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Lyta Celesti
Character's age: 9
Character's attitude: Lyta is sweet, cute, and carefree. Life for her is a bubble of her family and town, and the rest of the world is a concept outside her imagination for the most part. She loves life of all sorts and is facinated watching bugs, birds, and beasts. She will observe these creatures for hours at a time, often following them silently. She also loves watching plants grow and seasons change.
After witnessing her mother's cruel and violent death, Lyta becomes much more quiet and introverted. She is still friendly enough, but distrustful and wary. She is easily frightened, especially of strange Riders, but she is also determined to fight in order to protect her family in whatever way she can.
Character's Race: mostly human, a little elf
Character's appearance:
Lyta's hair is a bright reddish-gold that reaches to her shoulders. She wears bright colors all the time--red, green, gold, blue, anything. Her eyes are blue-green just like her mother.
Character's allegiance: Neutral; she is loyal to all her family, no matter where they stand.
Weapons: Lyta is well practiced with both blow darts and magic. She has also started practicing with a bow and carries a small knife.
Other Info: She's the youngest child of Marola and Marcus, and by far the most naive. Whenever Daeron and Glory turn to follow the Shade, she will not understand anything about what will be happening. After Marola's death, Lyta is no longer as innocent as she had been, though she is still by far the most precocious of the Celesti children. She has an "imaginary" friend known as Itward.
History:
Lyta was born a twin to Marcus and Marola; tragically, her sister died at birth. As the youngest, she has long been the most spoiled child, doted upon by everyone. As such, she has often received whatever she wished for, and has occasionally taken advantage of this fact. Still, she loves all her family in return, equally. Her parents, siblings, Aunt, Uncle, and cousins make up her entire world, and without them she would fall apart.
She held a keen interest in all life around her, first noticing the most minute of creatures. She would stare at ants crawling along the ground, following them back to their nests. She would track them with her mind deep inside, watching in wonder everything that happened within. Gradually, she noticed more and more creatures. She's been known to spend entire days in the forest by herself, just watching everything quietly, then rush home to tell her parents all she had discovered.
Lyta was more than a little upset when Gloriann left for Bromsland to train as a Rider. She had been inconsolable for days, not knowing where her big sister was and longing to see her again. It took Marola several times scrying Glory to get Lyta to calm down and see that she was fine. She also doesn't like that Ian and Eva are both gone as well.
For as long as she can remember, Lyta has always been protected by her imaginary friend, Itward. He appears to her as a tall skeleton in a fine elven tunic with compassionate eyes. The truth of Itward is that he is a complex ward that was created centuries ago and has been the protector of Marola's mother's family. As they were elves, no one had expected there to be more than one or two children that needed protection at a time. As a result, he can only care for one family member at a time. After the death of Lyta's twin, Itward began to protect her.
Recently, Lyta witnessed the terrible, violent death of her mother at the hands of Katriana. At first, she could not comprehend what had happened, believing her to be merely sleeping. But once understanding set in, maturity began to take root in her. She finally understood that there was a big, dangerous world outside of her protective little town, and she would have to do whatever she had to in order to survive it. As such, she obtained a bow and has been practicing shooting targets whenever she is alone. She's also started carrying her mothers black-hilted dagger, hiding it in her belt.
Role Play Sample:
"Where's Glory?!" Lyta wailed at the dinner table, looking around frantically for her sister. This was the third night she had been gone, and she couldn't understand why she hadn't come back yet. Cortell held his baby sister in his arms and rocked her back and forth.
"Glory's fine," he tried to assure her, but Lyta would not calm down. "She's gone to learn from older, wiser Dragon Riders. You see, she's got a dragon now, just like Mom's got Rauthr."
"But...but why isn't she home?" she kept crying. Marola gently took the girl from her eldest and settled with her in front of a mirror.
"Glory's fine. She's just gone somewhere far away for a little while. She'll be back soon. You want to see her?" Lyta sniffled and nodded, and Marola gazed at the mirror.
"Draumr kopa," she commanded, and the image swirled for a moment, eventually reforming itself into the image of Gloriann.
"Hello, Mom," Glory said as she turned to look at the mirror. The dark hatchling sat on a desk nearby and picked up its head curiously. "Hi, Lyta."
"Glory!" Lyta cried out, reaching for the mirror, looking delighted to see her sister again.
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Lyta Celesti
Character's age: 9
Character's attitude: Lyta is sweet, cute, and carefree. Life for her is a bubble of her family and town, and the rest of the world is a concept outside her imagination for the most part. She loves life of all sorts and is facinated watching bugs, birds, and beasts. She will observe these creatures for hours at a time, often following them silently. She also loves watching plants grow and seasons change.
After witnessing her mother's cruel and violent death, Lyta becomes much more quiet and introverted. She is still friendly enough, but distrustful and wary. She is easily frightened, especially of strange Riders, but she is also determined to fight in order to protect her family in whatever way she can.
Character's Race: mostly human, a little elf
Character's appearance:
Lyta's hair is a bright reddish-gold that reaches to her shoulders. She wears bright colors all the time--red, green, gold, blue, anything. Her eyes are blue-green just like her mother.
Character's allegiance: Neutral; she is loyal to all her family, no matter where they stand.
Weapons: Lyta is well practiced with both blow darts and magic. She has also started practicing with a bow and carries a small knife.
Other Info: She's the youngest child of Marola and Marcus, and by far the most naive. Whenever Daeron and Glory turn to follow the Shade, she will not understand anything about what will be happening. After Marola's death, Lyta is no longer as innocent as she had been, though she is still by far the most precocious of the Celesti children. She has an "imaginary" friend known as Itward.
History:
Lyta was born a twin to Marcus and Marola; tragically, her sister died at birth. As the youngest, she has long been the most spoiled child, doted upon by everyone. As such, she has often received whatever she wished for, and has occasionally taken advantage of this fact. Still, she loves all her family in return, equally. Her parents, siblings, Aunt, Uncle, and cousins make up her entire world, and without them she would fall apart.
She held a keen interest in all life around her, first noticing the most minute of creatures. She would stare at ants crawling along the ground, following them back to their nests. She would track them with her mind deep inside, watching in wonder everything that happened within. Gradually, she noticed more and more creatures. She's been known to spend entire days in the forest by herself, just watching everything quietly, then rush home to tell her parents all she had discovered.
Lyta was more than a little upset when Gloriann left for Bromsland to train as a Rider. She had been inconsolable for days, not knowing where her big sister was and longing to see her again. It took Marola several times scrying Glory to get Lyta to calm down and see that she was fine. She also doesn't like that Ian and Eva are both gone as well.
For as long as she can remember, Lyta has always been protected by her imaginary friend, Itward. He appears to her as a tall skeleton in a fine elven tunic with compassionate eyes. The truth of Itward is that he is a complex ward that was created centuries ago and has been the protector of Marola's mother's family. As they were elves, no one had expected there to be more than one or two children that needed protection at a time. As a result, he can only care for one family member at a time. After the death of Lyta's twin, Itward began to protect her.
Recently, Lyta witnessed the terrible, violent death of her mother at the hands of Katriana. At first, she could not comprehend what had happened, believing her to be merely sleeping. But once understanding set in, maturity began to take root in her. She finally understood that there was a big, dangerous world outside of her protective little town, and she would have to do whatever she had to in order to survive it. As such, she obtained a bow and has been practicing shooting targets whenever she is alone. She's also started carrying her mothers black-hilted dagger, hiding it in her belt.
Role Play Sample:
"Where's Glory?!" Lyta wailed at the dinner table, looking around frantically for her sister. This was the third night she had been gone, and she couldn't understand why she hadn't come back yet. Cortell held his baby sister in his arms and rocked her back and forth.
"Glory's fine," he tried to assure her, but Lyta would not calm down. "She's gone to learn from older, wiser Dragon Riders. You see, she's got a dragon now, just like Mom's got Rauthr."
"But...but why isn't she home?" she kept crying. Marola gently took the girl from her eldest and settled with her in front of a mirror.
"Glory's fine. She's just gone somewhere far away for a little while. She'll be back soon. You want to see her?" Lyta sniffled and nodded, and Marola gazed at the mirror.
"Draumr kopa," she commanded, and the image swirled for a moment, eventually reforming itself into the image of Gloriann.
"Hello, Mom," Glory said as she turned to look at the mirror. The dark hatchling sat on a desk nearby and picked up its head curiously. "Hi, Lyta."
"Glory!" Lyta cried out, reaching for the mirror, looking delighted to see her sister again.
