Post by Tismri on Jan 11, 2012 4:21:44 GMT -5
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Forestsun
Character's age: 70
Character's attitude: Forest has a bright outlook on life in general, always positive and usually happy. She is this way despite having lost her entire family to an unusual phenomenon around fifty years back. She is a little shy about meeting new people, much preferring to speak with her best friend and only surviving relative Wintermoon.
Character's Race: elf
Character's appearance:
Forestsun has very long orange hair that often gets in the way while she is fighting. Her eyes are pale green and usually sparkle with life. When she's thinking of the loss of her family, her expression will take on a sad and forlorn look. Both she and Wintermoon wear deep black outfits; Forest's clothing covers her entirely from neck to toe, whereas Winter is somewhat less dressed.
Both Forest and Winter are covered in tattoos, somewhat similar to the Ayati. However, their tattoos are identical in both location and design. Their whole family was likewise marked while they were alive.
Character's allegiance: Varden, though neither of them really trusts anyone besides each other.
Weapons: Forest has a sword with a black hilt and a light gray blade. There are glyphs from the Lidhuen Kvaedhi escribed along the blade.
Other Info: Forest and Winter come from a previously isolated group of elves who had for centuries lived in their own section of Du Weldenvarden away from all the others. Anyone who wants to play Wintermoon may. If you want to use the other elf in the screenshot as her, I can send you a closeup shot.
History: Forestsun was born one bright spring day deep within Du Weldenvarden. She was raised by loving parents, and her best friends--as well as distant cousins--were two sisters named Summersky and Wintermoon. The trio was inseperable throughout their childhood and even after they'd matured.
Summersky had always been a special person. She was much more attuned to magic and mental communication. It was even common for her to dream premonitions from time to time. One day when Forest and Winter were going to train in fighting, Summer declined, saying she was feeling ill. She certainly looked pale and shaken, so the other two went to train on their own.
When Forestsun and Wintermoon returned, they found that every member of their family had been killed. Over a hundred elves had been slaughtered in a matter of hours. What was stranger was, there was no evidence of them having even fighting back. They'd all simply been cut down mercilessly.
After the initial shock and a period of mourning, Forest and Winter declared they would have revenge for their family, finding whoever had done that deed. Since that time, they've left the security of the Du Weldenvarden and travelled to the Varden. Though they've allied themselves to the Varden, neither of them trust anyone else, as anyone could potentially have been the one who killed their people.
Role Play Sample: Forest hummed to herself lightly as she allowed a bright blue butterfly to land on her gloved finger. It truly was a marvelous creature, with azure wings streaked through with black, made up of dozens of fibers.
As the butterfly left its perch, Forest glanced over her shoulder. A half-dozen Varden soldiers were watching her with curious expressions, as they had been doing ever since she and Winter had appeared to them around twenty years ago. She wasn't sure what they were so curious about. Maybe her outfit? Her hair? Her tattoos? Thought the only one they could see was on her forehead. If Winter didn't run around so scantly clad, maybe they never would have thought anything of it.
Forestsun felt her face burn slightly as she thought of other reasons why they might be watching her. Even after seventy years, she'd never had much experience with male attention. She hardly knew how to act. Embarrassed by the thought, she went to the place where her and Wintermoon's tents were set up, intent on hiding from curious and possibly deadly eyes staring at her.
Character's name: Forestsun
Character's age: 70
Character's attitude: Forest has a bright outlook on life in general, always positive and usually happy. She is this way despite having lost her entire family to an unusual phenomenon around fifty years back. She is a little shy about meeting new people, much preferring to speak with her best friend and only surviving relative Wintermoon.
Character's Race: elf
Character's appearance:
Forestsun has very long orange hair that often gets in the way while she is fighting. Her eyes are pale green and usually sparkle with life. When she's thinking of the loss of her family, her expression will take on a sad and forlorn look. Both she and Wintermoon wear deep black outfits; Forest's clothing covers her entirely from neck to toe, whereas Winter is somewhat less dressed.
Both Forest and Winter are covered in tattoos, somewhat similar to the Ayati. However, their tattoos are identical in both location and design. Their whole family was likewise marked while they were alive.
Character's allegiance: Varden, though neither of them really trusts anyone besides each other.
Weapons: Forest has a sword with a black hilt and a light gray blade. There are glyphs from the Lidhuen Kvaedhi escribed along the blade.
Other Info: Forest and Winter come from a previously isolated group of elves who had for centuries lived in their own section of Du Weldenvarden away from all the others. Anyone who wants to play Wintermoon may. If you want to use the other elf in the screenshot as her, I can send you a closeup shot.
History: Forestsun was born one bright spring day deep within Du Weldenvarden. She was raised by loving parents, and her best friends--as well as distant cousins--were two sisters named Summersky and Wintermoon. The trio was inseperable throughout their childhood and even after they'd matured.
Summersky had always been a special person. She was much more attuned to magic and mental communication. It was even common for her to dream premonitions from time to time. One day when Forest and Winter were going to train in fighting, Summer declined, saying she was feeling ill. She certainly looked pale and shaken, so the other two went to train on their own.
When Forestsun and Wintermoon returned, they found that every member of their family had been killed. Over a hundred elves had been slaughtered in a matter of hours. What was stranger was, there was no evidence of them having even fighting back. They'd all simply been cut down mercilessly.
After the initial shock and a period of mourning, Forest and Winter declared they would have revenge for their family, finding whoever had done that deed. Since that time, they've left the security of the Du Weldenvarden and travelled to the Varden. Though they've allied themselves to the Varden, neither of them trust anyone else, as anyone could potentially have been the one who killed their people.
Role Play Sample: Forest hummed to herself lightly as she allowed a bright blue butterfly to land on her gloved finger. It truly was a marvelous creature, with azure wings streaked through with black, made up of dozens of fibers.
As the butterfly left its perch, Forest glanced over her shoulder. A half-dozen Varden soldiers were watching her with curious expressions, as they had been doing ever since she and Winter had appeared to them around twenty years ago. She wasn't sure what they were so curious about. Maybe her outfit? Her hair? Her tattoos? Thought the only one they could see was on her forehead. If Winter didn't run around so scantly clad, maybe they never would have thought anything of it.
Forestsun felt her face burn slightly as she thought of other reasons why they might be watching her. Even after seventy years, she'd never had much experience with male attention. She hardly knew how to act. Embarrassed by the thought, she went to the place where her and Wintermoon's tents were set up, intent on hiding from curious and possibly deadly eyes staring at her.
