Post by Tismri on Feb 13, 2011 17:32:11 GMT -5
Evil spree!!!! 
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Jeshelle
Character's age: 42
Character's attitude: Jeshelle is...dark. That's really the only way to describe her. She is evil to the core, and doesn't care who gets hurt. She cares nothing for anyone else, and the only person she fears is Galbatorix. She is at high risk of becoming a Shade, but that probably wouldn't change her personality much. She is slightly insane and very quick to anger and violence.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance:
Character's allegiance: Empire
Weapons: Primarily magic, but she can use most any weapon.
Other Info: She trained Daemon and Saenon from the time they were small children, as well as her niece, Amy. Her magic usually takes the form of darkness, but she can also make green light--though it causes danger to her.
History: Jeshelle is one of the high nobles of Galbatorix's court. She was taught the art of sorcery by her grandfather, but never heeded his warnings about the possibilites of becoming a Shade. When she was around twenty, she became one of the founding members of Galbatorix's magicians, later to be known as the Black Hand.
At the age of twenty-three, she was given charge of orphaned twins, a boy and a girl, who held the potential of using magic. She named them Saenon and Daemon, and trained them to use magic. Saenon always held some favor with her and she excelled at the things she did. Daemon, however, was a different matter. He was a weakling, a push-over, a pansy. Jeshelle never saw the value of his magic. One time while they were training on a rooftop, she became so infuriated with him that she threw him off, cracking his ribs as he landed on the street below. She watched contemptuously as Saenon healed him, and every time before and after that. When she received word that he was presumed dead, she was relieved, and hid it only around the grieving Saenon.
Also over the years, she took time to pass on her grandfather's lessons to her niece, Amethyst. She was a sweet girl, but Jeshelle felt she wasn't working hard enough. Amy was always too nice to the spirits she summoned, which annoyed Jeshelle tremendously. Over the years, she kept pressuring her niece to join the Black Hand, telling her all the good she could do for the Empire. So she felt betrayed when she learned Amy had run away. Since then, she has turned ever darker in the practices and personality.
Role Play Sample: Jeshelle stormed furiously through Galbatorix's palace to her quarters. Everyone who saw her leapt out of her way, and as she passed by, the very torches on the walls seemed to grow dimmer.
Daemon was alive! That impudent boy who never amounted to anything was alive and fighting for the Varden. The thought made her blood boil. And worse, Saenon now knew. True enough, when she'd released her from the cell the Varden escapees had locked her in, she seemed infuriated with Daemon. Perhaps there was hope, to keep Saenon from being swayed by him. If she could keep her hatred at his betrayal stoked, she may yet manage to have him killed.
Smiling, she calmed down as she entered her quarters. She may yet have a good day.
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Jeshelle
Character's age: 42
Character's attitude: Jeshelle is...dark. That's really the only way to describe her. She is evil to the core, and doesn't care who gets hurt. She cares nothing for anyone else, and the only person she fears is Galbatorix. She is at high risk of becoming a Shade, but that probably wouldn't change her personality much. She is slightly insane and very quick to anger and violence.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance:
Character's allegiance: Empire
Weapons: Primarily magic, but she can use most any weapon.
Other Info: She trained Daemon and Saenon from the time they were small children, as well as her niece, Amy. Her magic usually takes the form of darkness, but she can also make green light--though it causes danger to her.
History: Jeshelle is one of the high nobles of Galbatorix's court. She was taught the art of sorcery by her grandfather, but never heeded his warnings about the possibilites of becoming a Shade. When she was around twenty, she became one of the founding members of Galbatorix's magicians, later to be known as the Black Hand.
At the age of twenty-three, she was given charge of orphaned twins, a boy and a girl, who held the potential of using magic. She named them Saenon and Daemon, and trained them to use magic. Saenon always held some favor with her and she excelled at the things she did. Daemon, however, was a different matter. He was a weakling, a push-over, a pansy. Jeshelle never saw the value of his magic. One time while they were training on a rooftop, she became so infuriated with him that she threw him off, cracking his ribs as he landed on the street below. She watched contemptuously as Saenon healed him, and every time before and after that. When she received word that he was presumed dead, she was relieved, and hid it only around the grieving Saenon.
Also over the years, she took time to pass on her grandfather's lessons to her niece, Amethyst. She was a sweet girl, but Jeshelle felt she wasn't working hard enough. Amy was always too nice to the spirits she summoned, which annoyed Jeshelle tremendously. Over the years, she kept pressuring her niece to join the Black Hand, telling her all the good she could do for the Empire. So she felt betrayed when she learned Amy had run away. Since then, she has turned ever darker in the practices and personality.
Role Play Sample: Jeshelle stormed furiously through Galbatorix's palace to her quarters. Everyone who saw her leapt out of her way, and as she passed by, the very torches on the walls seemed to grow dimmer.
Daemon was alive! That impudent boy who never amounted to anything was alive and fighting for the Varden. The thought made her blood boil. And worse, Saenon now knew. True enough, when she'd released her from the cell the Varden escapees had locked her in, she seemed infuriated with Daemon. Perhaps there was hope, to keep Saenon from being swayed by him. If she could keep her hatred at his betrayal stoked, she may yet manage to have him killed.
Smiling, she calmed down as she entered her quarters. She may yet have a good day.
