Elven 2!!!!
Jackal of Judgement
** Magic
On My Papers:
xoxoxo ● Syl Eydesh
xoxoxo ● 382
xoxoxo ● Female
xoxoxo ● High Elf
xoxoxo ● Magic
xoxoxo ● Shuko climbing claws ; or anything on hand. Fire when things get dire
xoxoxo ● Port Totile
On The Surface:
xoxoxo ● Long, blue
xoxoxo ● Pink
xoxoxo ● Athletic
xoxoxo ● 5'5"
xoxoxo ● 130 lbs / 59 kilos
xoxoxo ● Burn scars on left forearm (self-inflicted)
Beneath The Surface:
xoxoxo ● Curious- Syl has an unhealthy hunger for discovery
xoxoxo ● Optimistic - Can find a good aspect in most events
xoxoxo ● Dare Devil - Usually takes the more difficult path with often success
xoxoxo ● Dancing- Especially with fire as her dance partner
xoxoxo ● Exploring - One of the few ways of satisfying her notorious curiosity
xoxoxo ● Learning - Syl likes to keep her mind open to new facts and ideas
xoxoxo ● Hurting people - It brakes her heart if she does so, physically or emotionally
xoxoxo ● Boats - They don't have the best history with Syl
xoxoxo ● Making mistakes - Even though she thinks its necessary on occasion doesn't mean she likes it
The Root Of It All:
xoxoxo ● Syl grew up an self proclaimed "orphan" in her youth; running from an idealistic family. In an attempt to get further away form her pursuing family, she stowed away on a trade ship bound for Fargurr. She learned of her "gift" as she accidentally set the boat ablaze as it was reaching port, scaring her arm and killing two sailors in the process. Horrified with the event, she vowed to use her fire only to help and entertain. Her vow led her to wander as a "Fire Dancer" as well as a decent reputation.
I came, I danced, I learned.
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On My Papers:
xoxoxo ● Seele Eisen Fjer
xoxoxo ● 23
xoxoxo ● Female
xoxoxo ● High elf
xoxoxo ● magic
xoxoxo ● Staff of Knowing: an ornate ivory staff that serves as a focal point for elemental magic, doubles as a walking stick for those travels.
xoxoxo ● Lebal
On The Surface:
xoxoxo ● black, long, straight
xoxoxo ● blue, yellow, and a tinge of green
xoxoxo ● slim and delicate
xoxoxo ● 5’4
xoxoxo ● 100 lp 45.3592 kilos
xoxoxo ● has a tattoo of a feather on her innermost thigh
Beneath The Surface:
xoxoxo ● Scholarly - her vocabulary is one that is equally as long as it is impressively authoritative, almost no one can understand half the statements that fall out of her mouth.
xoxoxo ● passionately curious - not to be confused with the simple ‘adorable’ brand of curiousness, but rather the ‘quietly remove you’re kidney while you sleep and study it,’ type of curiosity.
xoxoxo ● innocent – while Seele possess a font of ‘textbook’ knowledge, her people skills are akin to that of a dinner fork.
xoxoxo ● Chronicling - Seele, driven by a powerful desire to ‘Know’ writes down everything she sees and does in a detail that boarders very much on a mental disorder.
xoxoxo ● Observing – Enjoys the fine art of people watching, or perhaps stalking would be a better word.
xoxoxo ● asking questions – As a self-proclaimed ‘Chronicler’ Seele is in the habit of asking questions, trivial, common, and often, deeply personal. All of which she faithfully writes down while repeating (usually in the presence of her interviewee) orally.
xoxoxo ● horses – they are quite awful beasts, smelly, loud, and well, there’s just more to see on foot according to her
xoxoxo ● dirt – Seele has a preference for being clean, abhorring every form of filth.
xoxoxo ● loud people – they are just… annoying, obnoxious, voguer, and crude brutes.
The Root Of It All:
xoxoxo ● Of Seele’s childhood was quite normal and therefore is worth little comment, according to her. The only ‘note’ worthy event being her biological parents were well to do merchants. . No, the real interesting bits were what occurred once she reached her adulthood. On her 18th birth date, Seele stumbled upon an old run down library. Entering it she found a sea of dusty tomes filled with all manner of primeval knowledge. These books awoke in her a desire for learning, and learn she did. Finding a rather peculiar white leather bound blank book with the odd gift of never being filled, a quill, and an ivory staff, Seele appointed herself the title of ‘Chronicler of Creation’ and promptly set off to catalog the world and all its hosts. Though rumor has it that something far more sinister lurked in that old library…
“You have quite a large cranium … When you expire, I shall take it and study it severely,”
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On My Papers:
xoxoxo ● Brielle
xoxoxo ● 180
xoxoxo ● Female
xoxoxo ● High Elf
xoxoxo ● Magic (soul & wind)
xoxoxo ● Bladed staff and shield, prefers her soul and wind magic
xoxoxo ● Fargurr
On The Surface:
xoxoxo ● Long straight blonde hair
xoxoxo ● Violet eyes
xoxoxo ● Althletic, curvy build
xoxoxo ● 5'7"
xoxoxo ● 180lbs
xoxoxo ● Spiral tattoo going up her right arm, and wings tattooed on her back.
Beneath The Surface:
xoxoxo ● When not on the battlefield she can be shy.
xoxoxo ● Strong-willed
xoxoxo ● Caring
xoxoxo ● lAnimals- all except spiders, she finds them creepy
xoxoxo ● Music- she is always singing
xoxoxo ● Flying- The wind in her hair, the feeling of freedom
xoxoxo ● Needless violence
xoxoxo ● Vanity-there's not much to explain, its unattractive
xoxoxo ● Racial Prejudice- we aren't as you think.
The Root Of It All:
xoxoxo ● Born into the fires of war, Brielle Anastasia Danica witnessed the evils of man sooner than any child should. Her parents then sent her away to train in the magic arts as a young child for her protection. Without realizing that they were single handedly creating a warrior to be reckoned with, they kept their distance from their child. Having to grow up without her parents she somehow managed to grow up into a very caring person. Her love of music stems from her master, who taught her everything she knows and practically raised her, herself. At the age of 16 her master said she had to leave, to see the world and return to her home town, there was only so much in magic she could teach her. So she left, she traveled the world and learned many new tricks and became a strong warrior, when she finished her travels she returned to her home town of Fargurr.
I’m going to fly high into the sky, till I reach the heavens where the music never dies.
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On My Papers:
xoxoxo ● Persephone Marianne Rosalina Ka'zarian
xoxoxo ● 400
xoxoxo ● Female
xoxoxo ● Wood Elf
xoxoxo ● Magic
xoxoxo ● Magic, Whip, Fans
xoxoxo ● Surrounding woods of Lotu'el
On The Surface:
xoxoxo ● Silver-blonde, curly, thick, ankle-length hair
xoxoxo ● Clear, cerulean blue eyes
xoxoxo ● Short, thin, wispy, petite body
xoxoxo ● 5'3''
xoxoxo ● 115 lbs
xoxoxo ● Scar at the base of her neck hidden under layers of hair, scar from thigh to knee hidden under her ivory gown; both from abuse of her father
Beneath The Surface:
xoxoxo ● Passionate- showing or caused by strong feelings or a strong belief. This has its good and bad qualities. The good end is that she is passionate about helping others, caring for them and making them feel as if that they are important; on the flip side, this can make her pushy to the point of being annoying or "beating a dead horse" as it were.
xoxoxo ● Blunt- uncompromisingly forthright. Either way, it can come off as Percy being a b***h. the good side is that means she speaks her mind and thus means she won't lie about what she is thinking or feeling; on the same token, being too honest can hurt others' feelings.
xoxoxo ● Mysterious- deliberately enigmatic. This is neither good or bad. The decisions she makes, the life she leads, the very air about her is this. Percy never speaks of her intentions or her thought processes.
xoxoxo ● Studying magical tomes and literature accompanied by music.
xoxoxo ● Serving the greater good through good works and charity.
xoxoxo ● The occasional chance to be a normal woman such as attending a ball or hosting a guest.
xoxoxo ● Evil actions without reason for no one is perfect but to be evil for no reason is utter senselessness.
xoxoxo ● Dishonour drives her insane; one would be wise never to slander her name, her goddess's name or women in general.
xoxoxo ● Marriage or courtship; this is explained in her background.
The Root Of It All:
xoxoxo ● The story of this elf begins with her parents. Her tribe, nomadic in nature, traveled the woods outside her birth city. Though all the other nations saw sense and moved on with times, their tribe refused to see reason and went on with their barbaric practices of incestual marriage, patriarchal absolution and heathen ways. Slowly, as most who refuse to change with the times, the tribe started dwindling in number of the healthy and mental disorders from inbreeding. Her own parents, fraternal twin brother and sister, married like their ancestors before them and bore a set of twins, Percy and her brother. Percy's mind was not affected too much by the madness, but to the tribe, to question the males, especially the male patriarch of the tribe her father, was considered taboo. Percy was always curious about the world around her and wanted to learn more, but the destiny that awaited her like so many before and even her own mother was much bleaker. Percy was expected to be completely submissive, voiceless and a pushover like her own mother. However, her inquisitive nature made her challenge her father constantly. Being the princess of a tribe carried a heavy weight.
As she grew older and learned her duties, she questioned them. Why was she forced to marry her twin brother? Why was her only purpose to produce a set of heirs and never speak of the abusive ways of the men in her tribe? Why were they so willfully ignorant while the world passed them by? The questions and more plagued her mind and often earned her beatings from her father, future brother-husband and the other men of the tribe including the scars from two previous beatings that almost cost her her life. When the time came, her brother and her wed when they were 18, and put to bed. Low and behold, she became pregnant and birthed a set of twins. However, they died within the night because Percy's small body was not fit to carry such a task. This happened again several times over the next few years, leaving her spirit defeated and becoming more and more like the doormat women all around her. However, something inside of her snapped.
Escaping one night, after having had enough, she stumbled into the woods and into the Lotu'el tree city and fainted. From there, she was taken in by a High Elf nun who had pitied her. There, showing a surprising aptitude for magic, Percy was trained in the arts and sought a career for herself in the temple she served. The high elves were aware of her tribe and how backwards they were, so it was a constant struggle for Percy to prove she was not as violent as her tribe. Eventually, through years and years of study, training and refining herself, Percy became a notable elf with the prowess of Lunar magic and refined, lady-like, respectable woman. Her last challenge was to turn a failing monastery to the goddess Nephtys and make it into a functioning temple, and thus she would be allowed to hold the position of a prioress rather than just a lowly nun of skilled magic. It took about 100 yeas, but Percy did it. She turned the temple in Veit’el into a prospering, self-sufficient temple which houses and educates lost children or others looking for a second chance, a sanctuary for those seeking refuge and a center of learning and training in holy rites.
Up until now, her titles are as follows: Persephone, Princess of the Ka'zarian; Mother Superior of Our Lady Nepthys Holy Temple, Prioress Marianne; Reverend Mother Rosalina; Her Grace Lady Persephone.
To those who know her or unless she bids someone may do so, she permits a select few to address her as Percy. Mostly she goes by Reverend Mother, Mother Persephone, or Lady Persephone. Percy did go and find the remains of her tribe, having her brother-husband tried for crimes and put in prison and the innocents set free, a few joining her temple and serving her.
"I will never be by violence constrained to do anything; It is monstrous that the feet should direct the head."
