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Eσs Vεlσʀεη
xxI don't wanna be kept, I don't wanna be caged,
xxxI don't wanna be damned, oh, hell
xxxxI don't wanna be broke, I don't wanna be saved,
xxxxxI don't wanna be S.O.L - -
xxI don't wanna be kept, I don't wanna be caged,
xxxI don't wanna be damned, oh, hell
xxxxI don't wanna be broke, I don't wanna be saved,
xxxxxI don't wanna be S.O.L - -
I want the new day & age...
[imgleft]http://i493.photobucket.com/albums/rr298/DestructionFairy/AnimeBoys/Mask-1-1-1.jpg[/imgleft][align=left][size=16]Eσs Vεlσʀεη[/size]
[color=white]xx[/color][size=11]I don't wanna be [/size][size=13]kept[/size][size=11], I don't wanna be[/size] [size=13]caged[/size][size=11],
[color=white]xxx[/color]I don't wanna be [i][color=darkred][strike][color=black]damned[/color][/strike][/color][/i], oh, hell
[color=white]xxxx[/color]I don't wanna be [/size][size=13]broke[/size][size=11], I don't wanna be[/size][size=13] saved[/size][size=11],
[color=white]xxxxx[/color]I don't wanna be S.O.L [color=#00CDCD][b]- -[/b][/color][/size]
[align=center][size=14]I want the new day[/size] [size=15][color=darkred][u]&[/u][/size][/color] [size=14]age...[/size][/align]
[color=white]xx[/color][size=11]I don't wanna be [/size][size=13]kept[/size][size=11], I don't wanna be[/size] [size=13]caged[/size][size=11],
[color=white]xxx[/color]I don't wanna be [i][color=darkred][strike][color=black]damned[/color][/strike][/color][/i], oh, hell
[color=white]xxxx[/color]I don't wanna be [/size][size=13]broke[/size][size=11], I don't wanna be[/size][size=13] saved[/size][size=11],
[color=white]xxxxx[/color]I don't wanna be S.O.L [color=#00CDCD][b]- -[/b][/color][/size]
[align=center][size=14]I want the new day[/size] [size=15][color=darkred][u]&[/u][/size][/color] [size=14]age...[/size][/align]
Eσs Vεlσʀεη
xxI've got this energy beneath my feet
xxxLike something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
xxxxI've got this sentimental h e a r t [♥]that beats
xxxxxBut I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now.
xxI've got this energy beneath my feet
xxxLike something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
xxxxI've got this sentimental h e a r t [♥]that beats
xxxxxBut I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now.
HAVEYOUEVERSEENTHELIGHTS?
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[color=white]xx[/color][size=11][b]I[/b]'ve got this [color=#00CDCD][u][i][color=tomato]energy[/color][/i][/u][/color] beneath my feet
[color=white]xxx[/color][b]L[/b]ike something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
[color=white]xxxx[/color][b]I[/b]'ve got this sentimental h e a r t [b][color=#00CDCD][[/color][/b][color=tomato]♥[/color][b][color=#00CDCD]][/color][/b]that beats
[color=white]xxxxx[/color][b]B[/b]ut I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now.
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[align=center][size=14][/size][size=11][/size][/align]
[align=right][size=18][color=white][strike][b][color=tomato]HAVE[/color][color=#00CDCD]YOU[/color][color=tomato]EVER[/color][color=#00CDCD]SEEN[/color][color=tomato]THE[/color][color=#00CDCD]LIGHTS[/color][color=tomato]?[/color][/b][/strike][/color][/size]
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[color=white]xx[/color][size=11][b]I[/b]'ve got this [color=#00CDCD][u][i][color=tomato]energy[/color][/i][/u][/color] beneath my feet
[color=white]xxx[/color][b]L[/b]ike something underground's gonna come up and carry me,
[color=white]xxxx[/color][b]I[/b]'ve got this sentimental h e a r t [b][color=#00CDCD][[/color][/b][color=tomato]♥[/color][b][color=#00CDCD]][/color][/b]that beats
[color=white]xxxxx[/color][b]B[/b]ut I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now.
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[align=center][size=14][/size][size=11][/size][/align]
[align=right][size=18][color=white][strike][b][color=tomato]HAVE[/color][color=#00CDCD]YOU[/color][color=tomato]EVER[/color][color=#00CDCD]SEEN[/color][color=tomato]THE[/color][color=#00CDCD]LIGHTS[/color][color=tomato]?[/color][/b][/strike][/color][/size]
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⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━{ Eos Veloren }━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎
Deep inside me is a :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Human...ish.
Believe it or not,but I'm :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// A man.
I may not look,but I'm already :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Twenty two.
My land is called:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Well I was born in Saur, but I go wherever I want.
My main ocupation is:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Healer...and a mystic.
The real me is :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Veloren's origins have always been shrouded in a bit of mystery, just like his home, Saur. You see, his young mother limped into the city wounded badly, and on the verge of losing Eos. It was assumed that she had come from a trading caravan when it was attacked, but the story will never be completed, as his mother passed with his birth. Eos has never really been affected by his mother's passing as he never really knew her, the only way it's ever had an effect on him is the annoyance of not knowing your roots. Baby Eos was raised by an older couple in Saur, and it was clear from a young age that he wasn't exactly human. He was able to close wounds and cuts simply by laying his hands on a person. He had visions--that would come true. But, since his mother's origins were never known, neither were his. It was always assumed that he was simply gifted. At age sixteen he left Saur for his first travel, to Pathur. As he travelled more and more between cities he built a small but recognizable name for himself for his talents. He has been on the road ever since.
Besides his healing and his mysticism, Eos also has a reputation for his... eccentricity. While it's certain that he is a people person, he has trouble behaving 'normal' in public. First of all, he likes masks. He wears them for no reason at all, really, just his paranoia. Then, he has his own way of doing things; sleeping, eating, reading...it goes on. He has an eye for trinkets and for what he calls 'shiny things' and he often wastes his money hoarding said collectables. When it comes to love, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
I can take care of every enemy with:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Healing&Mysticism - Carries a dagger for safety.
I bow to my creator that is:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Greenouille
You can find me by this form:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
//
Deep inside me is a :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Human...ish.
Believe it or not,but I'm :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// A man.
I may not look,but I'm already :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Twenty two.
My land is called:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Well I was born in Saur, but I go wherever I want.
My main ocupation is:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Healer...and a mystic.
The real me is :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Veloren's origins have always been shrouded in a bit of mystery, just like his home, Saur. You see, his young mother limped into the city wounded badly, and on the verge of losing Eos. It was assumed that she had come from a trading caravan when it was attacked, but the story will never be completed, as his mother passed with his birth. Eos has never really been affected by his mother's passing as he never really knew her, the only way it's ever had an effect on him is the annoyance of not knowing your roots. Baby Eos was raised by an older couple in Saur, and it was clear from a young age that he wasn't exactly human. He was able to close wounds and cuts simply by laying his hands on a person. He had visions--that would come true. But, since his mother's origins were never known, neither were his. It was always assumed that he was simply gifted. At age sixteen he left Saur for his first travel, to Pathur. As he travelled more and more between cities he built a small but recognizable name for himself for his talents. He has been on the road ever since.
Besides his healing and his mysticism, Eos also has a reputation for his... eccentricity. While it's certain that he is a people person, he has trouble behaving 'normal' in public. First of all, he likes masks. He wears them for no reason at all, really, just his paranoia. Then, he has his own way of doing things; sleeping, eating, reading...it goes on. He has an eye for trinkets and for what he calls 'shiny things' and he often wastes his money hoarding said collectables. When it comes to love, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
I can take care of every enemy with:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Healing&Mysticism - Carries a dagger for safety.
I bow to my creator that is:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Greenouille
You can find me by this form:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
//
In Depth Profile and Details
General Information
First name: Eos
Surname: Veloren
Age: 2 2
Race: Human...ish
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Current residence: Owns a place in Saur, but is always on the move.
Relationship status: Single
Social status: Commoner
Physical Appearence
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140 lbs
Eye colour: Turquoise
Skin colour: Light tan
Shape of face: Diamond
Distinguishing features: His several tattoos, his birthmark on his upper back
Build of body: Slender, long limbs
Hair colour: Dark red
Hair style: Falls approximately two inches above shoulders, messy
Complexion: Clear, if not a dirt smudge or two
Posture: Tall, straight back
Tattoos: Several. A string of diamonds around his neck, his left arm/hand,
Piercings: Both of his ears three times.
Typical clothing: Tight fitting shirts, looser bottoms, accompanied by a heavy robe with dozens of pockets.
Is seen by others as: Typical Saurian dweller, relaxed yet colorful style.
Personality
Likes: Hot climates, trinkets and knick-knacks, traveling, creatures big and small, nature, mythology, tarot
Dislikes: Cold climates, being in small enclosed spaces, bandits, violence
Education: He is well-versed in Saurian history and has a general grasp on the rest of TALM's history. Though his gift is without the use of herbs, he does know basic herbal and medicinal training. As part of his Saurian upbringing and his extensive travels, his survival skills in extreme climates is above average than most travelers.
Fears: Enclosed places, not being able to be free.
Hobbies: Collecting trinkets
Personal goals: To find out just who and what he is.
General attitude: Fairly optimistic, extremely laid back, observant. Can be selfish and lazy at times.
Religious values: "To each his own."
Health
Illnesses (if any): None
Allergies (if any): None
Sleeping habits: He has bouts of insomnia once in a while.
Energy level: Despite what one may think, he is full of energy. He simply does not let it out all at once.
Eating habits: Strictly vegetarian.
Memory: Average
Any unhealthy habits: Well, none health-wise.
Family and Home
Birth country: Saur
Place(s) of residence: Owns a residence in Saur, but is usually traveling
History of family: Father, unknown. Mother passed away after reaching Saur, giving birth, and died from massive wounds and dehydration after reaching Saur. No known siblings.
Combat
Peaceful or violent: Peaceful
Weapon (if applicable): Carries a dagger for protection
Style of fighting: Stab blindly, then run away.
Others
Occupation: Healer and mystic
Current home: Saur
Favourite types of food: Exotic fruits from Pathur
Favourite types of drink: Water, wine
Guilty pleasures: The Red Room
Pet peeves: Being asked too many questions
Pets: None
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⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━{ Freya }━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎━⊕⊙◎
Deep inside me is a :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Dryad
Believe it or not,but I'm :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Female
I may not look,but I'm already :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// 431 years.
My land is called:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Pathur
My main ocupation is:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Protector of the Secret Plate
The real me is :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// The origin of the Dryad people, their genesis, is said to be the same as when the first tree in Pathur sprouted. When TALM first grew, Freya's people were there. To understand Freya, one must understand her kind. They are the trees that the citizens of Pathur live among and they are perhaps the strongest defense the forests have. Long ago, few of her people were entrusted with the knowledge of a special secret, one that came to be known as the 'Secret Plate' in the outside world.
But Freya does not come into play with the tablet just yet. Oh no, even a small fraction of Dryads have a more...'human' history, you might say. Freya came to be when her tree sprouted in the depths of the forest. She, like her peers, was born already at age ten in human terms. Her mind and body had grown at an accelerated pace, and so when it came time for her tree to sprout, she was ready. Dryads, no matter how human-like they may appear or act at times, are not human. That is something to remember, dear reader. Young Dryads do not attend formal schooling like human children, nor do they have 'parents', they have elders who teach them simply how to be. Do not think that they are uneducated either, for their seemingly universal knowledge of the forests and Pathur are beyond your parameters, I'm sure.
Freya grew up quickly both figuratively and literally. (As mentioned before, the young mature fast, reaching 'a human twenty-year-old' in about a decade.) The only thing she did not have in common with her peers was her curiosity for her human neighbors. One day, she believed an experiment was in store. She disguised her inhumanity and acquired plain clothing, then set out into the Pathurian city. For days she wandered, never quite quenching that thirst for human habits, tradition or wisdom. This understandably worried her elders. While her people were friendly and kept close to humans, it wasn't common for them to mingle so freely, for a Dryad to deliberately spend as much time in the city.
Weeks, months went by and Freya frequently visited the sprawling city more and more often. People knew her name and she knew theirs. One name in particular stuck to her; Gage. Gage was a young man that, in human terms, was the same age as dear Freya. Now whether or not anything truly blossomed between them, it was well-known that he was smitten with her, and she was in love with him. However, all happy things do end. As she returned to the forest depths one evening, she was called upon by her elders. She had been chosen to protect the Secret Tablet. Everyone knew that this was a great honor, if not the greatest among her kind. Yet...Freya hesitated. She had to accept - - but accepting meant staying with the Tablet. At all times. No more visits, no more city walks, no more human interaction, no more Gage. With a heavy heart, our girl took her post. She has not been to the city ever since.
That was 400 years ago. The lack of interaction and warmth from humanity slowly turned our dear Freya. She no longer whispers his name at night, nor does she even allow mention of the city around her. For 400 years she has protected the Tablet with her life, never allowing any non-Dryad close to it.
--
Though Dryads are emotional creatures, they are restricted and limited to their own kind. It is safe to say that the Dryad has lost what she considered human, meaning love or passion for all around her. Now, she is a creature of a lonely independence, secrets and cold-heartedness.
I can take care of every enemy with:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// No need for foreign tools. She manipulates the nature around her, specifically trees and vines, to do her bidding.
I bow to my creator that is:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Greenouille
You can find me by this form:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
//
Deep inside me is a :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Dryad
Believe it or not,but I'm :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Female
I may not look,but I'm already :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// 431 years.
My land is called:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Pathur
My main ocupation is:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Protector of the Secret Plate
The real me is :
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// The origin of the Dryad people, their genesis, is said to be the same as when the first tree in Pathur sprouted. When TALM first grew, Freya's people were there. To understand Freya, one must understand her kind. They are the trees that the citizens of Pathur live among and they are perhaps the strongest defense the forests have. Long ago, few of her people were entrusted with the knowledge of a special secret, one that came to be known as the 'Secret Plate' in the outside world.
But Freya does not come into play with the tablet just yet. Oh no, even a small fraction of Dryads have a more...'human' history, you might say. Freya came to be when her tree sprouted in the depths of the forest. She, like her peers, was born already at age ten in human terms. Her mind and body had grown at an accelerated pace, and so when it came time for her tree to sprout, she was ready. Dryads, no matter how human-like they may appear or act at times, are not human. That is something to remember, dear reader. Young Dryads do not attend formal schooling like human children, nor do they have 'parents', they have elders who teach them simply how to be. Do not think that they are uneducated either, for their seemingly universal knowledge of the forests and Pathur are beyond your parameters, I'm sure.
Freya grew up quickly both figuratively and literally. (As mentioned before, the young mature fast, reaching 'a human twenty-year-old' in about a decade.) The only thing she did not have in common with her peers was her curiosity for her human neighbors. One day, she believed an experiment was in store. She disguised her inhumanity and acquired plain clothing, then set out into the Pathurian city. For days she wandered, never quite quenching that thirst for human habits, tradition or wisdom. This understandably worried her elders. While her people were friendly and kept close to humans, it wasn't common for them to mingle so freely, for a Dryad to deliberately spend as much time in the city.
Weeks, months went by and Freya frequently visited the sprawling city more and more often. People knew her name and she knew theirs. One name in particular stuck to her; Gage. Gage was a young man that, in human terms, was the same age as dear Freya. Now whether or not anything truly blossomed between them, it was well-known that he was smitten with her, and she was in love with him. However, all happy things do end. As she returned to the forest depths one evening, she was called upon by her elders. She had been chosen to protect the Secret Tablet. Everyone knew that this was a great honor, if not the greatest among her kind. Yet...Freya hesitated. She had to accept - - but accepting meant staying with the Tablet. At all times. No more visits, no more city walks, no more human interaction, no more Gage. With a heavy heart, our girl took her post. She has not been to the city ever since.
That was 400 years ago. The lack of interaction and warmth from humanity slowly turned our dear Freya. She no longer whispers his name at night, nor does she even allow mention of the city around her. For 400 years she has protected the Tablet with her life, never allowing any non-Dryad close to it.
--
Though Dryads are emotional creatures, they are restricted and limited to their own kind. It is safe to say that the Dryad has lost what she considered human, meaning love or passion for all around her. Now, she is a creature of a lonely independence, secrets and cold-heartedness.
I can take care of every enemy with:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// No need for foreign tools. She manipulates the nature around her, specifically trees and vines, to do her bidding.
I bow to my creator that is:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Greenouille
You can find me by this form:
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
//
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