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 Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 2:28 pm
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•
Well, y'all already know about the dual personality shared between myself (TaLirah, the REAL one) and the Hattress (the Wonderland resident).
But, did you also know that between us, we have a (rather large) handful of other personalities/egos?
They're quite interesting.
Would you like to meet them?
Oh?
You would?
Splendid!
•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 2:31 pm
Call me Hattress ¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤ Call me Law :The Ever-Growing Ego List:
Katriona
Piper
Katla
Milana + Mishao
Letalis + Angelus
Kazin
Josephine
Senyla'Catori +Kiree
Jaze + Vari
TaLirah
Aceline
Ach'Raelyn
Altessa
Daelyrie (Stolen by Mina, but still my creation)
More to be added when I find their profiles.
And profiles to be added when I have a little more time...
*EDIT*
I have discovered that, in the eight years that I've been RPing, I have made 96 characters. (Or at least that's how many profile files I have...who knows how many have been lost...)
The first two years of my RP life were spent with four characters, which means that, basically, the last six years have seen 92 characters.
I refuse to put them all in here, because that's just insanity. So I'm only going to put the ones that could possibly come alive again, or that made any sort of impact in my RP life.
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"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise
than what it might appear to others
that what you were or might have been
was not otherwise than what you had been
would have appeared to them to be otherwise."
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:21 am
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•
Katriona
My very first RP character
She is extremely versatile
Fits into just about any RP with a few minor alterations to her bio
Age: 16
Appearance: She has golden curls that cascade to just below her back, framing a delicate, pale face with large, expressive blue eyes that change shades and hues with her mood. She has a delicate looking body frame, and is very slender and petite, standing only 4’7”.
Personality: She is fairly shy, and trusts only those who have proven their trustworthiness to her. It takes a lot to earn her trust, but until you do, she probably won’t utter a single word to you. If you get to know her, she’s very sweet, but be warned; do not get on her bad side.
Abilities: She can transform into a cat and can manipulate water. She also has many undiscovered powers, but those will come later. Fire
Bio: Once a princess, always a princess, right? Not quite. That’s what everyone has always expected of her, but Kat’s got a mind of her own. Her father claims that one day, the kingdom will be hers. He teaches her how to run a city, but mostly, it goes in one ear and out the other. She is locked within the confines of the castle walls, and much of time to the cageyness of her small room. The only visitors permitted to see her are suitors that her father has picked out, but none of them come close to Kat’s expectations. Besides that, she’s only sixteen!!
The day she learned of her waterpowers, she was only five years old. It was on her first day of school, when a boy in her class was teasing her about her eyes, a very bad thing to do to a princess. They were standing outside the school near a pond, waiting for the teacher, and she had glared at him, and glared at the pond he was standing in front of, and lo and behold, next thing anyone knew, the kid was soaking wet. But he hadn’t moved an inch. He never made fun of her eyes again, but he never let her go a day without teasing her about something else. Everyday that he teased her, he somehow ended up wet without anyone moving or being near water. Nobody knew how, except Kat, and nobody could figure out how to stop it. She had known she could transform to a cat, but the water thing was just odd. Now, everyday she learns something new about her powers, and every once in a while, she learns of a new power. But water manipulation is by far her favorite elemental. She loves transforming, and…isn’t it ironic that a “cat” has the powers to manipulate water?
Favorite Color: Blue
•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:27 am
Call me Hattress ¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤ Call me Law Piper
Age: 19
Appearance: Straight black hair falling just past her shoulders, blue eyes that change shades with her mood, fairly skinny, stands about 5’8”, fair, ivory skin with a clear complexion (basically porcelain doll-like). Perfectly manicured nails, pearly white teeth that are perfectly straight.
Personality: She’s outgoing, and kind, caring and nurturing, and she can often tell how others are feeling. But just a warning, don’t make her mad. If someone harms her or her friends (mentally, emotionally or physically) she will seek vengeance for the rest of her life. She is brave, courageous, and nearly impossible to scare. She’s smart and popular. She is both physically and mentally strong. She is not gullible, and is nearly impossible to fool so you can’t lie to her. She is very active and adventurous.
Abilities: She can freeze things, control fire, and control air and weather (to a certain extent). She also has the power to heal.
Bio: Her mother died when she was one and a half months old, and her father never loved her. The only reason he put up with her was so that she wouldn’t murder him. At the age of five, she ran away from home and an extremely wealthy family took her in. She could have whatever she wanted, but she never took advantage of this privilege. She first discovered her power over fire when she was six years old. She woke from a nightmare, ready to scream for her parents, when she heard a noise downstairs. She went to check it out and she found her mother nearly being burned to death in a kitchen fire and ran to save her. This was also the night that she learned of her healing powers. Now that she has a loving family she seeks revenge on her father for giving her such a horrible life as a baby.
Favorite color: Purple
Other: Good sense of style, strong
*NOTES*
Takes Katriona in after an incident with her father.
Becomes Katriona's best friend
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"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise
than what it might appear to others
that what you were or might have been
was not otherwise than what you had been
would have appeared to them to be otherwise."
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:39 am
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•Katla
Age: 12
Appearance: Katla: Chin length black hair and dark red eyes, pale skin, full blood-red lips. Stands about 4’1”, is very slender.
Personality: She does not trust anyone. If you are lucky enough to befriend her, you will find that she is honest, insecure and stubborn. She is very argumentative, and also short tempered. When she is angry, it would be best to dig a hole at lest three hundred feet deep, jump into it, and bury yourself alive.
Abilities: She has power over Fire and Darkness. She also has the power to transform into a cat, due to her “cursed” tattoo.
Bio: When she was seven years old, she was playing in the woods near her house when out of nowhere, an old man appeared. Being the naïve child that she was, she struck up a conversation with this man, becoming oblivious to the things around her. The man smiled evilly and let out a wicked laugh before taking a step back. Katla turned around to see what he was laughing at. From behind every tree around her, a man appeared. They formed a large circle around her and closed in on her. A pair of hands gripped her shoulders from behind and pulled her to the ground, where another pair of hands held her ankles. She was flipped over to lie on her stomach, and she lay wiggling and squirming, trying to free herself of the strong grip. Seconds later, there was a burning in her left shoulder as something was scraped across it. The men around her were laughing, and the laughing ceased when the old man cleared his throat. “Maybe this will be punishment enough for your deeds, deviless,” he had sneered. The men had released her and followed their leader away, leaving Katla lying helplessly on the ground. She laid waiting for the regular forest sounds to begin once more before rising to her feet and fleeing home. As she neared the edge of the woods, she could smell the smoke from the chimney and hear the laundry flapping in the wind as it hung on the line. But when she reached the edge of the trees, she stopped dead in her tracks and jumped behind a tree. One of the men from the forest was talking with her mother. She strained her ears to hear the conversation, but all she could hear were her mother’s words. “My little Katla, a piece of the devil! I won’t believe it,” she had insisted. The man had countered this, and there was a pause. “I try not to judge people by their appearance, but you are right. Her eyes are a bit…disturbing. And come to think of it, she never really made friends around here like all the other kids,” her mother had replied. The wind picked up a little, and carried the man’s words to Katla’s ears. “And the happenings. There are rumors going around that she was present at every one of them,” he had said. “Well, rumors start with the truth,” had been the reply. At this, Katla stopped listening and slowly backed up. Mommy is against me. She’ll tell daddy, and then he’ll be against me. I can’t stay here, she had thought as the house disappeared behind a tree. With this thought, she turned and ran away from all she had ever known.
Since that day, she has never trusted anyone, and she has never stayed in one town for very long. There was one time when she was in the seaport town of Mermyd and she stayed for about three weeks. She had been planning on staying longer, but by the end of two weeks, people were threatening to burn her at the stake for witchcraft. She snuck onboard a departing ship and hid in the kitchens for a couple of days before she was discovered. When someone did find her, they almost threw her overboard, but decided to let her earn her stay by working various jobs onboard. After a while, she grew short tempered with the captain, a burly man who seemed only to want to bed her, and at one time, lost her temper completely. Because of her blossoming fire powers she had almost burnt the ship down, and as a result was sentenced to walk the plank. As she was being pushed out onto the wooden board, the crew behind her laughed and she turned to face them, red eyes glowing. As she glared at them, one of them pushed her to the very end of the board where her heels were hanging over the edge. As another of the crew gripped the board, ready to shake her to her death, a red glow appeared in front of her, growing larger and larger until it became a flame, then a ball of flame, and then expanded some more. The flame disappeared and sitting in the middle of the plank was a cat. A black cat with a pointed red tail and red eyes. “Who’s having a party that I wasn’t invited to?” it asked, causing the men to jump back in surprise. With that, she had walked up to Katla and the fireball reformed, this time made of black flames, and they had disappeared. The cat’s name was Angel, and from that day on, they were partners.
When Katla shifted to her cat form, she had gleaming black fur and glowing red eyes. The same as Angel, but without the devil tail. Many people are frightened by her eyes, and as a result, she has been kicked out of many shops and inns. She wandered around ever since she left home, and has been almost everywhere in the Kingdoms of Rosae Rara and Caeruleus Caelum. When she turned eleven, she stumbled upon the Marsh people in Madidus Tellus, and a kind family adopted her. She is the only person, not born a marshling, to live in Madidus Tellus. The family that adopted her was nice enough to allow Angel to stay too, as long as she didn’t cause any trouble.
Favorite color: unknown
Other: The tattoo on her shoulder marks her as a shape-shifter, and as such, she keeps it covered as much as possible.•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 10:57 am
Call me Hattress ¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤ Call me Law Milana
Race: Dragon
Element: Acid
Appearance: She’s about seven feet tall and jet-black. The ribs of her wings are black and the leathery skin stretched between them is a deep, almost blood red on the front (where they fold in) and the backs (top when flying) are also jet-black. At the tip of each of the ribs, is a small, white, “tooth”. She has bright, electric blue eyes and dark red spikes down the center of her back and tail. She has four claws on each of her feet. Her claws are the same dark red as her spikes, and her stomach is the same red as on her wings. Her wingspan is about 8 feet. She also has fangs that are visible even with her mouth closed. They stick out about an inch.
Personality: Very curious is the best way to describe her. She is also playful and somewhat “blonde”. Her appearance is quite ironic, as she is the sweetest thing in the world. Looking at her, you would think she was quite ferocious, but she wouldn’t hurt a fly unless it was a danger to either her or Katriona. Or maybe even a close friend or two.
Abilities: She can fly, become invisible, can spit acid.
Bio: When Mila was just an egg, she was blessed by the faerie queen, and somehow found her way to the hands of a fourteen-year-old Katriona. Though very young, Mila learns fast, probably due to the fact that she asks questions about everything. And I do mean everything. She sees a pencil and asks, “What is it? What does it do? How does it work? Why?” and the same for everything else that she finds. She also is having trouble controlling her powers. She pretty much has flying down, but whatever you do, don't ask her to melt anything...it isn’t pretty. Oh, and if you’re going somewhere that you don’t want to be seen, leave Mila at home, or at least a safe distance away. She might turn her self visible instead of invisible
Mishao
Race: Dragon
Element: Fire
Appearance: Stands about 7'3, same appearance as Milana, but with Gold eyes
Personality: She is very nice but extremely protective, especially when it comes to Piper. She is touchy and quick tempered, smart and strong willed.
Abilities: Invisibility of herself and anything that she's touching. Can spit fire.
Bio: When her mother laid her eggs, there was a big storm and she couldn’t carry all the eggs. She had to leave a few behind (in a huge forest near Piper’s home). Piper found the eggs and took them home and raised the dragons that hatched. She let the other two dragons go when they were 2 years old. Mishao still keeps in touch with her fellow lost siblings.
Sky Name: Dark flame- Obscura flamma
*NOTES*
Milana and Mishao are sisters.
Mila was one of the eggs that was left behind, but she was found by Kat, not Piper. The two had no knowledge of each other until Kat and Piper met.
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"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise
than what it might appear to others
that what you were or might have been
was not otherwise than what you had been
would have appeared to them to be otherwise."
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 11:33 am
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•
Letalis
Race: Angel cat
Gender: Female
Appearance: She is the size of a small cat and her fur is pure white. It was a white that almost looked like a fresh blanket of snow sparkling in the morning sun. It even had that sparkle to it. Her eyes were of a pure silver, not a speck of gray in them, and her claws and teeth were also silver. From her back sprouted two feathery wings, about the size of a six year-olds’ hands. These looked like little angel wings, and they too were silver. She had a small, sunset pink nose, and a small patch of gold colored fur that never seems to have the same shape.
Personality: Leta is just like a little angel. She will make herself lie if it’s to keep someone safe, but other than that, she is the sweetest thing ever.
Abilities: Unknown…
Bio: Leta was born in a cave in the mountains, up in one of the tallest peaks. She was always the ‘good girl’, helping to clean up, or getting Angel out of fights, or just doing good things. When she was about five months old, her mother made her leave and she flew about aimlessly helping people. She met up with her sister once and they went out to have some fun. Leta sat and watched as her sister tormented people, hurt them, and caused a scene of destruction to take place in the city park. Since then, she always hated her sister.
Angelus
Race: Devil cat
Appearance: Pitch black fur with glowing red eyes. She has a red devil tail.
Gender: Female
Personality: Evil. There is no goodness inside her. She is very sarcastic. Everything that she does is for herself.
Abilities: Poison tail, fire shield, fire powers,
Bio: Angel was born in a cave in the mountains, up in one of the tallest peaks. She was always the bad girl. She would get into fights, torture and tease the people around, and cause destruction wherever she could. Her goal was always to get her sister in trouble. It still is one of them.
*NOTES*
Leta and Angel show up very frequently in my RPs though they were originally created to go with Katriona
•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 11:36 am
Call me Hattress ¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤ Call me Law Kazin
of the Tchanne
(pronounced 'shon')
Race: Tchanne (Elf of the wars)
Personality: Kazin is often quick to judge and slow to trust, due to her upbringing. She often acts without thinking, giving her the reputation of one of the best of the Cha (sha). She feels that it is her duty to protect her people from whatever harm may come to them, and this in itself puts her in more danger than any of the Tchan have ever been in.
Age: she does not wish it to be known.
Appearance:
Other: Kazin was not born of the Tchanne, and it took the people of the tribe many years to warm up to the idea that she could be one of them anyway. Even today, there are those that would rather she were dead....
but instead, she gets one of the highest honors. To be considered a Cha....
¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwisethan what it might appear to othersthat what you were or might have beenwas not otherwise than what you had beenwould have appeared to them to be otherwise."
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 12:23 pm
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•Josephine Cosette Mattea
Alias: Joey, Josie, Jace
Profession:Let’s just say I’m a businesswoman; a…negotiator, of sorts.
Race: They tell me I’m human, but I’ve never really believed them.
Age:20
My Story:My father is the leader of The Crew. It’s too dangerous for him to be seen in public, and that’s where I come in. I meet new inductees, new clients, etc. and do the negotiating, persuading, or whatever needs doing. I’m really good at getting my way, which is why daddy brought me over from New York a couple years ago. Not that I mind. New York was such a drag. Here, at least there’s always something interesting going on, and I often get to be the catalyst for such things.
I like: attention, getting my way, and causing chaos.
This REALLY bothers me: stupid mistakes, not getting my way, and investigators/reporters.
The voice in my head is: TaLirah
Picture:
 •»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 12:32 pm
Call me Hattress ¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤ Call me Law Senyla'Catori
This GIRL'S Name is: Senyla’Catori
The Voice inside my head is known as: TaLirah
Shhh, don't tell anyone but I'm an: Ice Elemental
I know I look 22, but I am actually 18
I have some tricks up my sleeve:
Freezing Touch, Freezing Breath, Water Absorption (can take water out of the air around her), Ice manipulation, Ice tracks (a piece of ice forms under her and ‘pushes’ her along, leaving a short trail behind her that melts and evaporates within seconds)
Some things I'll face this year are: Extreme heat, Being misunderstood and hated, Someone finding out how I really am…
I am really quite: MISUNDERSTOOD. I tend to be seen as hateful and antisocial, mainly because I am. I have a reputation for being unkind, and there are even rumors that I am evil. I’m not really. I only act the way I do because I’m afraid I’ll be misunderstood and taken the wrong way. Better to go with what people expect, right? I’m sarcastic out the a**, and I’m getting better at hiding my ‘warm’ personality.
I live in DORM #3
Alterations to my dorm include: Mister, Split thermostat (her side needs to be able to be kept at freezing or lower, and her roommate’s needs to be as different as necessary), Water cooler for shower/faucets, heat blocking windows or shades (Only her side is necessary)
Aren't I something?: 
My ‘companion’ (I hesitate at calling her a pet, though that more accurately describes what she is…technically though, she’s an ‘elemental pixie’…whatever that means) Kiree is almost always with me in one form or another. I don’t always like having her around, but I can’t get rid of her…we’re soul-bound.
Kiree
This ((GIRL'S)) Name is: Kiree
The Voice inside my head is known as: TaLirah
Shhh, don't tell anyone but I'm an: Elemental Pixie / Frost Sprite
I know I look 13, but I am actually 18
I have some tricks up my sleeve:
Elemental Split*, Slight Ice Manipulation, Frost Touch
Some things I'll face this year are: Being separated from Tori!
I am really quite: ENERGETIC. I am always full of energy, and often have the personality of a young child.
I live in DORM #3
Alterations to my dorm include:Whatever Tori’s got, I’m fine with!
Aren't I something?: 
Senyla’Catori’s elemental companion. She doesn’t know it, but she’s rather high up in the elemental hierarchy. That’s where I come in. I’m her ‘guardian,’ or her ‘guide.’ I don’t think she likes me very much though…I am only about two feet tall.
*Elemental Split: At any given time, I can become one or more element-specific pixies. Each of my different forms has slight abilities relating to their element, but nothing much. Each of my forms stands at about eight inches tall. Here they are:
Keahi
Iara
Rhea
Elysia
Eser
And yes, Eser does have a little owl friend. His name is Vayu.¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwisethan what it might appear to othersthat what you were or might have beenwas not otherwise than what you had beenwould have appeared to them to be otherwise."
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:32 am
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•Jaze
Age: 17
Height: 4'9
Race: Dragon-Fae
Home: Home? What's that?
Appearance:
Fae: With Green eyes
Dragoon:
Dragon:
Bio: (Bear with me...it's long. I got bored in class the other day...)Born to the Fae unusually late in the spring (when the weather was finally warm all day), she was always behind the other newlings in development. Because of her late arrival and slow development, she was always looked upon as strange, and there were those that though associating with her would bring bad luck upon them; a feeling made stronger by her unusual appearance (Typical Fae: Dirt, Bark, or Mossy colored hair, honey skin (able to blend in with nature backgrounds though), brown or black eyes, tan/brown lips). She often reported hearing a sort of "calling" in both her dreams and wakefulness, accompanied by a strong compulsion to follow the call. No one else could hear the call, and so many thought she was crazy. One day early in her life, she sneaked away from her group and followed the call. For over two weeks she followed it through desert and forest, over mountains and through rivers, finally ending at a stone depression high in a mountain very far from home. The depression was empty, save for the discarded egg-shells, long since hatched. Near the depression, a little downhill, was a large tree, the bottom of which was growing into a hollow cave-like structure. It was there that she found the egg. Battered, scratched and dirty, but not broken or cracked, throbbing with life. she made a home in the cave, sheltering the egg and watching it. Nearly a week later she was found by the hunters from her community and was taken back, egg in tow (she refused to leave it and could not be made to move without it). No one knew what would hatch from the egg, and those that had not touched it thought she was guarding something long-dead. Until it hatched. They called it a Wyvern, or "little dragon." And they were connected. It was about this time that she figured out that she could shift into a dragon, and she was often seen flying about the skies, her wyvern by her side. Then they came to her and told her that a dragon could not live among the Fae. And she left. She has spent the years since her expulsion traveling, never staying anywhere long enough for anyone to get to know her. It is said that she does have a permanent residence somewhere for the winter, but no one knows where, and no one knows for sure. She has met very few like herself, and of those that she has met, she keeps in touch with only a few, more for safety and practicality than for friendship.
Personality: Either attention commanding or blends into the crowd. Can easily draw attention to herself, but chooses to do so mainly when it serves a purpose for herself. Can quickly go from the center of attention to just part of the crowd, not distinguishable from those around her. Often feels that she has to defend herself or prove herself, resulting in a very strong attitude and often causing her to sound bitchy. She often avoids people as much as possible, speaking as little as possible in the present situation. Her thoughts are rarely spoken aloud, and where her thoughts may be bitchy and endless, you may get a sweet, one-word answer. She is a loner by nature and people often make her uncomfortable.
Extra: Her Wyvern's name is Echavaria
(The Purple one)
She is about the size of a small dog. Body is about a foot and a half in length. Roughly three feet long from tail tip to nose. Wingspan is about three feet.•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:57 am
Call me Hattress ¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤ Call me Law TaLirah
The most powerful sorceress known in the land
Age: 17
Height: 4' 7
Race: Fae
Job: Nomad mage
Home: Ireland
Appearance: 
Bio: Born with strong and unusual magical abilities, she was cast out by her family as a babe. Because of this, she doesn't know who her parents are or anything of her family line. She was given a name by an old woman that found her and raised her for a few years until the house was burned down, the old woman with it. Since then, she has traveled around trying to find someone, anyone that will accept her for who she is. She often finds people that will "befriend" her to get to her powers (which she still doesn't know the full extent of), and because of the mistreatment that she has received her entire life she trusts no one. She has become fairly well known throughout the land, both through gossip and the use of her magic to help a poor soul (or to gain entry to a place she shouldn't....or get a room at an inn, etc)
Personality: Very suspicious, shy and withdrawn. She often does not speak to people that she meets until she is confident she can trust them. This has resulted in her gaining a reputation for being mute, and many believe that she is incapable of speech. To gain her trust is a very rare and precious thing, one that only a few in the world can claim.
Extra: She always wears a hooded cloak, for fear of being recognized, and never stays in one town or city for more than a few days if it can be helped.
She also has a companion. A small white cat with miniature silver angel wings sprouting from her back, silver eyes, and one silver colored paw (the front right). Her name is Letalis. She can become invisible (either whole body or just wings depending on necessity), is known to become very hyper on occasion, and can fly (whether her wings are visible or not). She can also speak, although she doesn't unless given a very good reason to. She and TaLirah can communicate telepathically)
*NOTES*
Though Leta was originally created as Katriona's partner, she has also found herself in TaLirah's company.
Though I don't know for sure, I suspect that there is a very interesting story about what happened in between...
I shall have to try to find out what it is...¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwisethan what it might appear to othersthat what you were or might have beenwas not otherwise than what you had beenwould have appeared to them to be otherwise."
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:11 am
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•Aceline Joss Ondine
Age: 18
Personality/About: Though born to a high-noble family, Ace has never been much of a people person, but due to her high ranking birth she has learned to keep a smile on her face even when forced to attend her parent's socials and parties. She is naturally a loner, much preferring her own company to that of any other living being. She is well aware that she is of the marrying age and resents her parent's every attempt to match her with the wealthiest man that would have her. She can be sweet tempered when required, but more often than not is sarcastic and pessimistic. She is also rather frightened of the world, more in the sense of not quite knowing what to do, what is considered proper, or whether or not she gives a damn. She often wishes that she was born to a lower class family, except that she knows that if this were the case, she would not have as much freedom as she does now. Her thoughts are forever preoccupied with 'am I doing this right?' 'What will they think if I do that?' 'Is this what I should be doing?' and similar thoughts. She is very much a people pleaser, and in that is much of the reason that she would rather be alone.
Other: Slight water manipulation. Possibly has some water sprite/nymph in her blood. Might attain a creature companion later on.
Appearance:
 •»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:20 am
Call me Hattress ¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤ Call me Law Ach'Raelyn
(Pronounced Ahsh-ray-linn)
RIDER:
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Race: Elven
Alignment: Good
Natural Distinguishing Marks: Brilliant red hair, belly-button piercing (what? she's a rebel! Random scraps of metal/cool stones shall not be wasted!), and yes, she does dress like that. "Easier to move around in.
Distinguishing Marks due to Egg: Red swirls on inside/side of both wrists and across the back of her shoulders, starting at her neck.
Called: Yes!
Appearance:
DRAGON:
Name: None yet. Not hatched.
Egg: 1 week, Light blue, light swirls across the surface.
Hatched: No
Gender: Unknown, presumed male
Age: 1 Week
Color: Unknown
Size(head to tail): As an egg, it fits in both of her palms together, just a little too big for one palm alone.
Appearance:
 ¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤¯`°¤.¸.¤"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwisethan what it might appear to othersthat what you were or might have beenwas not otherwise than what you had beenwould have appeared to them to be otherwise."
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:28 am
I'm tough on the outside,and tough on the inside...•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«•Altessa Kimya Arabella
Age: 19
Appearance:
COMPANION!!
Name: Skatha
Appearance: Small black panther. The runt of the litter, her head comes to just above Tess' knee.
The sun begins to set, painting the sky a brilliant array of pinks, oranges, and purples over the darkening valley floor. From atop the eastern ridge, behind a thin cover of trees, a small fire is lit, dancing in the soft breeze of the evening. Two figures watch the night come in from their perches, halfway up the aging oak trees that stand between the fire and the steep drop to the valley floor, already shrouded in shadows. A soft growl from one tree perch, then a barely-concealed rustling in the bushes below, and two sets of eyes dart around to refocus on the fire-lit clearing. A coyote; no doubt drawn near by the smell of roasting rabbit. It creeps from the bushes, slowly, cautious of the dancing flames, but determined to get at that luscious smelling hunk of meat. Another growl from the tree, louder this time. The coyote hears, lifts it's nose to the air, curious of it's observer. Past the scent of the roasting meat, it pauses. Two living scents. Both potentially dangerous. It backs up as slowly as it entered. The rabbit isn't worth it anymore. Too much risk. A short moment after it disappears, the growl is heard again, but this time, if the listener is skilled enough to hear, there is a victorious and almost mocking quality to it. It is joined by a soft chuckle, and seconds later, two figures drop from the trees between the fire and the still-darkening valley. One, feline, it's dark figure nearly lost in the shadows, it's head reaching just above the knee of the human figure beside it. "You've saved our dinner," the wispy, silvery-blonde haired girl whispers, removing the makeshift spit from the fire and stabbing one end of the pointed stick into the firm ground. "Dig in, Skatha. You've earned it," she adds, taking a step away from her companion's catch. The large cat looks up at her, yellow eyes glowing in the mixed light of the sun's last rays and the moon's first. A few silent steps and she's in front of the rabbit, glancing over her shoulder at her human companion. A soft dip of the head - an almost reverent gesture - and she gingerly takes her first bite. "I won't even pretend to understand you, Skatha, but I believe that there is much that you can still teach me."
*NOTES*
Tess is a developing character.
I know more about her than is in her profile, but to others, she is a mystery because they do not yet know of her past.
She will be developed throughout the RPs that she takes part in.•»‹:ˆ*~♥~*ˆ:›«• ...but I'm still fragile.
♥♥
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