Post by Tismri on Aug 9, 2014 23:56:25 GMT -5
Well, I officially like her enough to make her a character here.
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Fira Estelle
Character's age: 17
Character's attitude: Fira is young and impetuous, with a bright mind and a bright future. She is generous and caring, and values mercy and grace. There are few things she fears in life, but among them are the thought of losing her brother forever, and anything having to do with fire--ironic, given her name. Dragons make her nervous, and she becomes petrified when she sees them breathe fire.
Character's Race: Mostly elven. There is a chance that a dozen generations ago she had a human or possibly a dwarven ancestor, since she is so much smaller than the average elf.
Character's appearance: Fira wears tough but thin leather clothing that is light and maneuverable. Her clothes are brightly colored with green, blue, and pale yellow. She is much smaller than most of her kin, barely reaching four and a half feet tall. She has medium brown hair pulled back into a braid, with bangs that frame thoughtful brown-hazel eyes. On her left side from her face to her waist, she is covered with burn scars.
(For some reason, high quality makes her look blonde, even though in low quality she looks brunette.)
Character's allegiance: Dragon Riders
Weapons: An exquisite yew bow. (Her main pastime is making arrows.) She also dual wields enchanted daggers that have been passed down her family for generations. These daggers have polished dragon bone hilts, though where the bones came from is a secret lost to the centuries.
Other Info: Fira has an older brother in the Shade's Uprising, who inadvertently caused her horrific scarring. He'll be open to other players for a limited time. If no one claims him, I'll probably create him myself.
History: Fira was born in an isolated part of Du Weldenvarden, somewhere between Osilon and Ellesmera. Her family has been known to be respected within the elven kingdom. However, around a decade ago a mysterious forest fire claimed the lives of most of her family, and only she and her brother survived. Her brother cared for her for a few years before unexpectedly leaving her with a family in Osilon and running off, not to be seen or heard from for most of a decade.
When she was fifteen, Fira volunteered to join Queen Arya's army. Though she was young, she showed sufficient experience with her weapons to be made a scout. She excelled in this position, and was one of the first in recent months to spot activity from the Shade's army, observing them stealthily migrate from the Spine to the desert. She and a few others confronted the travelling army and managed to capture a few of them, including to her shock and dismay, her brother. She learned from him that he had left to join the Shade's army all those years ago, when the recruitment process was still just beginning. He had left her behind because she was still a child, too innocent to be drawn into the upcoming war. Fira attempted to convince him to change his mind and join her, but to no avail. Less than a week later, all the captured enemies managed to escape, and Fira made it her life's goal to track him down. She was prepared to kill him if she had to, but hoped that she would be able to show him some mercy instead, to change his mind about Katriana's cause.
She pursued him across the forest, her tracking and scouting skills being tested every step of the way. Finally, she managed to confront him a few leagues north of Nadindel. The battle that ensued was fierce, and in the midst of it, the forest was caught aflame. Finally, her brother bested her and was about to kill her when a large flaming tree branch fell where they stood. He managed to get out of the way, but Fira was caught underneath, and the left side of her face and body was severely burned. Her brother was shocked by this turn of events and remorseful of his actions, glad that he hadn't killed her. He quickly quenched the forest fire and carried her to the nearby city, disguising his face and lying about what happened.
When Fira awoke, she was in a strange place. Her body still felt like it was on fire, and she was distraught and disoriented. It took her several hours to calm down and understand what had happened. Unfortunately, there was no one in the city who was exceptionally skilled at healing, and since the burns were caused by a magical fire, this hindered the healing further. She made a full recovery, with all her motor skills intact, but her scars remained.
Role Play Sample: Fira gazed up at the sky, watching the stars begin to emerge. They twinkled more brightly as the sun went down, and the cool night air was soothing on her burnt skin after the merciless summer sun. Somewhere in the distance, a dragon roared, and she saw a brightness flash in the sky for a moment. She shuddered. Even from a distance, the fire was terrifying. Would she always be like this? Weighed down by the fear of a memory? All it took was a single flame to bring back the pain of that moment. The crushing weight of the tree branch together with the impossibly hot fire that consumed it.
She shook the thought from her mind and climbed a nearby tree for a better vantage point. A few individuals had been emerging from the desert and travelled in the direction of various Empire cities. She hoped she would be able to recognize their faces and point them out as traitors when she reported to her queen.
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Fira Estelle
Character's age: 17
Character's attitude: Fira is young and impetuous, with a bright mind and a bright future. She is generous and caring, and values mercy and grace. There are few things she fears in life, but among them are the thought of losing her brother forever, and anything having to do with fire--ironic, given her name. Dragons make her nervous, and she becomes petrified when she sees them breathe fire.
Character's Race: Mostly elven. There is a chance that a dozen generations ago she had a human or possibly a dwarven ancestor, since she is so much smaller than the average elf.
Character's appearance: Fira wears tough but thin leather clothing that is light and maneuverable. Her clothes are brightly colored with green, blue, and pale yellow. She is much smaller than most of her kin, barely reaching four and a half feet tall. She has medium brown hair pulled back into a braid, with bangs that frame thoughtful brown-hazel eyes. On her left side from her face to her waist, she is covered with burn scars.
(For some reason, high quality makes her look blonde, even though in low quality she looks brunette.)
Character's allegiance: Dragon Riders
Weapons: An exquisite yew bow. (Her main pastime is making arrows.) She also dual wields enchanted daggers that have been passed down her family for generations. These daggers have polished dragon bone hilts, though where the bones came from is a secret lost to the centuries.
Other Info: Fira has an older brother in the Shade's Uprising, who inadvertently caused her horrific scarring. He'll be open to other players for a limited time. If no one claims him, I'll probably create him myself.
History: Fira was born in an isolated part of Du Weldenvarden, somewhere between Osilon and Ellesmera. Her family has been known to be respected within the elven kingdom. However, around a decade ago a mysterious forest fire claimed the lives of most of her family, and only she and her brother survived. Her brother cared for her for a few years before unexpectedly leaving her with a family in Osilon and running off, not to be seen or heard from for most of a decade.
When she was fifteen, Fira volunteered to join Queen Arya's army. Though she was young, she showed sufficient experience with her weapons to be made a scout. She excelled in this position, and was one of the first in recent months to spot activity from the Shade's army, observing them stealthily migrate from the Spine to the desert. She and a few others confronted the travelling army and managed to capture a few of them, including to her shock and dismay, her brother. She learned from him that he had left to join the Shade's army all those years ago, when the recruitment process was still just beginning. He had left her behind because she was still a child, too innocent to be drawn into the upcoming war. Fira attempted to convince him to change his mind and join her, but to no avail. Less than a week later, all the captured enemies managed to escape, and Fira made it her life's goal to track him down. She was prepared to kill him if she had to, but hoped that she would be able to show him some mercy instead, to change his mind about Katriana's cause.
She pursued him across the forest, her tracking and scouting skills being tested every step of the way. Finally, she managed to confront him a few leagues north of Nadindel. The battle that ensued was fierce, and in the midst of it, the forest was caught aflame. Finally, her brother bested her and was about to kill her when a large flaming tree branch fell where they stood. He managed to get out of the way, but Fira was caught underneath, and the left side of her face and body was severely burned. Her brother was shocked by this turn of events and remorseful of his actions, glad that he hadn't killed her. He quickly quenched the forest fire and carried her to the nearby city, disguising his face and lying about what happened.
When Fira awoke, she was in a strange place. Her body still felt like it was on fire, and she was distraught and disoriented. It took her several hours to calm down and understand what had happened. Unfortunately, there was no one in the city who was exceptionally skilled at healing, and since the burns were caused by a magical fire, this hindered the healing further. She made a full recovery, with all her motor skills intact, but her scars remained.
Role Play Sample: Fira gazed up at the sky, watching the stars begin to emerge. They twinkled more brightly as the sun went down, and the cool night air was soothing on her burnt skin after the merciless summer sun. Somewhere in the distance, a dragon roared, and she saw a brightness flash in the sky for a moment. She shuddered. Even from a distance, the fire was terrifying. Would she always be like this? Weighed down by the fear of a memory? All it took was a single flame to bring back the pain of that moment. The crushing weight of the tree branch together with the impossibly hot fire that consumed it.
She shook the thought from her mind and climbed a nearby tree for a better vantage point. A few individuals had been emerging from the desert and travelled in the direction of various Empire cities. She hoped she would be able to recognize their faces and point them out as traitors when she reported to her queen.
