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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2004 9:07 pm
Name: Meari/Mio
Elven Age: 153
Race: half aquatic elf, half human
Type: trouble maker/brute
Weapon: spear [used to be a mallet, but it wasn't flexible in water :3]
Description: meari has short sea-green hair, usually wears black on land and is very energetic. she's around 5'7 and has a habit of climbing trees so she can watch others.
History: her father is a drow and her mother is a human. her family has been very complicated throughout the years and so she has cut all family ties with her parents. she still keeps in touch with her sister, who's a fire mage. though her father is an elf, he's a drow and so she often wonders why she was born half aquatic instead of half drow. she also gets her brute strength from him, but her weakpoint of having too much emotions from her human mother makes her a vulnerable elf.
she was later introduced to the elven guild and decided to join them in seek of a family she can depend on. she was taught to be neutral and to stop using violence if not necessary, but she still supports other guilds who are in guildwars because she likes to encourage them into doing thier best. [though she keeps getting scold for it]
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 1:38 pm
Name: 'Longbow' (Birthname unknown)
Elven Age: 3779
Race: Silvan Elf
Type: Wanderer / Protector of the Forest.
Weapons: A Longbow, a Dwarven-made sword named 'Angrist' and a curved Elven knife.
Description: Brown hair and deep brown eyes, tall and strong for an Elf yet very agile. He wears a Tunic, undershirt, trousers and boots all brown and green clothing to go unseen in the depths of a forest.
History: Not much is known of the history of this mysterious Elf. His parents were murdered when he was young so he fled into the deep areas of a forest and now wanders alone. His birth name is unknown, even to himself... those who know him simply call him 'Longbow' because of the skills he has with his great bow. Since his parents death he has developed a lack of trust to other people and tends to keep to himself.
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 2:52 pm
Name: Kellindel
Elven Age: 90
Race: Avariel
Type: Ranger/Warrior
Weapons: Twin rapiers hang at Kellindel’s hips, each with a long, pointed blade that can be used for either slashing or stabbing. Slung across his back is an composite ivory longbow of simple, yet sturdy make. Hidden in sheathes behind his belt, under his bracers, and in his boots, are numerous daggers balanced for throwing but long enough to be of use in melee combat. Past the obvious weaponry, Kellindel is actually an experienced brawler and uses his natural agility and small form to keep his enemy off-guard.
Description: Appearance #1; Facial features and hair: Kellindel’s face is narrow and angular, usually set in a rather plain expression. Dominating his features are a pair of almond shaped, piercing green eyes. His hair is an untamed mane of silver, the only thing preventing it from completely concealing his eyes being an unremarkable green headband. On the sides it is much the same, but on the back only the top half is left wild, the bottom tied in a short pony-tail by a simple leather thong. His long, pointed ears stick up through his messy hair to clearly mark his heritage as an elf.
Appearance #2; Body type and height: Standing at an average height for his race at four feet, eleven inches, Kellindel is far cry from holding a tower stature. His body is compact and well muscled, though he is very thin, weighing in at only one hundred and three pounds. Everything about him screams agile and flexible, his limbs are long, though not quite lanky and his hands are almost fragile in appearance were it not for the calluses from years of gripping his twin swords.
Appearance # 3; Specific markings on body: Despite the numerous battles Kellindel has fought in, his skin is suprisingly unmarred. You could count his number of scars on one hand and those that are there are barely more than scratches. Likewise, he has not a single tattoo on his body, in fact there is only one mark upon his entire form that truly stands out. Upon Kellindel’s right temple is a rather large, starburst shaped scar that has already faded considerably with age. The entire thing is no larger than his fist but is quite noticeable.
Appearance # 4; Clothing: Fashion is obviously not an issue with this particular elf. Kellindel’s clothes are a simple set of trousers and a shirt, both in forest colors and well-worn from years of use. A simple set of winter boots and leather gloves protect his hands and feet from the elements. Donning the elf’s slim shoulders is a deep green cloak that reaches downward to his ankles, it is loosely tied around to neck so that it can either slide over his shoulders and conceal his entire body, or hang from his back like a cape during battle. Finally, both forearms and lower legs are clad in simple metal bracers, relying on his considerable speed, Kellindel can often parry blows with his own limbs, keeping his weapons free to counter-attack.
A single oddity among his almost entirely utilitarian wear, a silver pendant tipped with a small emerald gem hangs from his neck. Though he never speaks of it, when thinking or under stress, he usually fingers this piece of jewelry.
History: Decades ago, a young elven boy was found by a trade caravan only a few miles outside of an elven settlement. He was battered, bruised, and had apparently fainted from either blood loss or shock just a few feet off the road. Luckily, the caravan was led by a kind old human who immediately had him rushed ahead to the elven settlement. There, the healers brought him back from the very brink of death, though they could discover little about him. Upon him, the boy only wore tattered and bloodstained rags that must have once been clothing and in his hand, he clutched a small pendant. No matter how they tried, they simply could not free the small piece of jewelry from his hand and finally gave up all together.
After a long recovery, the boy awoke to find himself in a strange village without parents or a single memory of his past. Being a small settlement, the village really had no orphanage, but luckily a local retired guide and his wife were willing to take the boy in.
The boy was raised by his parents as a ranger and given the name Kellindel. Suprisingly, he showed absolutely no talent in the arcane arts, but much to his adoptive father’s pride, he excelled in melee combat. He quickly developed a twin sword style similar to his father’s, surpassing his peers in any and all areas of martial combat. Likewise, he took to the wild as if it was second nature, learning the arts of trapping, tracking, the identification of various medicinal plants, and any other tricks and survival methods his father could feed his curious mind.
Years passed quite happily for the small family and Kellindel began hiring himself out as a guide and guard for trade caravans, earning a good living, but never straying to far from his village until one day when what his parents affectionately refer to as “wanderlust” took him. To long had he lived in the same setting, now an adult, Kellindel desired to see to the world beyond his village, or even his country, to see what the world had to offer and survive through any hardships it could throw his way.
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Goodness! What a large profile! ^.^ I think that's the largest yet... going to have to make the font smaller though, by the time this page is full it'll be harder to scroll otherwise. whee
~Gemstone
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2004 11:02 am
Hi, I'm new here, I guess I'm supposed to do this...
Name: Windstar
Elven Age: 296
Race: Half woodelf, 1/4 sea elf, and 1/4 avariel(as a result of only being 1/4 avariel, while I do have wings, it takes a spell to aid them if I'm going to fly, which has to be renewed every month)
Type: Scout/ranger/whatever you want to call it. Generally on call for defensive measures, highly skilled
Description: Long red hair, generally braided. Wears a dark green tunic and fawn-colored leggings. Eyes that are normally blue, but green when experiencing intense emotion.
History: Was raised near a human town distant from most elven areas by human foster-parents(and their children). When I came of age at 100, I searched out others of my kind and began training as a Scout.
Weapons: A slightly curved elven blade, one-handed and moderate length. Two knives, again elven, long, suitable either for throwing or knife-fighting. One bow and a quarrel full of arrows, that I made, seemingly plain compared to what most elves use but high quality. I always keep my knives with me, just in case, although I would prefer not to have to use them. I also normally have my bow, arrows, and sword nearby, although not always visible.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 12:14 pm
Name: Erugalas Breathillion
Elven Age: 294
Race: Eressea
Type: Good/Demon Hunter/Wizard
Alignment: Good
Weapon: Longbow of Wisdom & Frostmourne (The evil has been cast out and replaced by a good enchantment)
Appearance: 5' 11", Light Brown hair, Hazel Eyes (appears to be green eyes)
Description & History: Erugalas life is riddled with memory and pain. After the wizards and elves that raised him where killed by minions of the great demon lord of the red scythe clan. Remaining silent Erugalas seeks out his familys killers and their leader.
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 6:27 pm
Name: Esono Long (Eso)
Race: Sylph- A race of sprites that live at high altitudes; wind sprites.
Age: 46 (seems about 16)
Gender: Male
Class:
Power: Eso can manipulate the air around him- he is a wind sprite
Weakness/ Faults: Earth magic (earth as in rock, dirt, lava)
Weapon: Daggers
Appearance: Eso is about 4' 3 ; short for a sprite. His windswept, hazy white hair is usually tied into a tight braid at the back of his head, reaching to his ankles. It matches his eyes, whos irises are a misty vanilla, with a small black dot for a pupil. His sharp, angular face is small, and has a vine-like white tattoo that swirls around his left eye, stopping at his hairline. His body below his head seems thin and frail, but can take a beating. It usually sports flowing undyed robes that are tied at the waist by a satin rope. Each of his very transparent, foggy wings are twice the size of his body. They are curvy, with many graceful lines and contours that make them beautiful works of nature. On sunny days, the wings can be almost invisible. His extremely long, elegant and pointy ears have many pierces, including a mystical stone that seems to be filled with a moving mist.
History/ Bio:At the age of twenty five, all sylphs in Eso's village go out into the world for thirty years, following the wind to their destiny. For Eso, it was a little different.
The inherent wind power that all Sylph have is more like an arcane magic; with runes drawn in the sand or signs drawn in the air. Eso, however, had it hard. His magic was ambient, or, in other terms, his magic came from all around him- the air to be exact. At only the age of nine, his wings were fully developed, unlike many of his playmates; normally wings did not become full sized until the age of twenty or so- a side effect of his ambient magic. Understand, his magic could not be harnessed near as easily as the talent that is natural for Sylph, so many hard times came apon his home village- unnatural windstorms and tornadoes, and no one knew what was happening until the wisest elder saw Eso's magic by accident one day. The elder immediatly gathered up funds to send him to one of the most prestigious schools in the Sylph kingdom- one of the best schools on the continent too! So, at the age of fifteen, Eso was sent to the palace, yes, the palace, to learn the arts of magecraft.
Eso excelled in everything he did (all his classes, including weapons- daggers were his choice), and he made some powerfull allies and friends within the kingdom- He actually had his own circle of friends, not all Sylph. There were all types of creatures, Sylph mainly, but he had friends of Wood Elf, Silvan, Night Elf, High Elf, and even Drow descent. His best friend was third in line for the Sylph throne! seven years of his life were spent there, many friendships made, and many spells weaved. At the age of twenty two, Eso was magically bound to the new king's servitude (his best friend had gained the throne after a plauge had killed the king and queen), willingly of course. He had yet to travel out into the world, as was the custom of his village so, in the name of the king...
The younge Sylph adjusted his crown and sat on the uncomfortable throne. Eso watched him with pride; his best friend- the king! And he was to be his personal advisor? Eso had never dreamed of this, well, he had, but that was besides the point; Eso had a wellspring of joy bubbling up, and he had to supress the urge to fly away into the clouds. Once the king had settled, he beckoned to Eso, who came over imediatly.
"Yes, Niko- I mean, Your Majesty?" It was akward adressing him that way; he usually only called him that when they fought and Eso had to apologize because, well, Nikolo was the prince. He bowed low, and when he rose, he was being pushed down to his knees, gently. Nikolo had the royal sceptor, which he used to knight Eso as "Wind Dagger." Eso was suprised; he knew he was the king's best friend, but to be knighted, and so abruptly? There was a banquet in Eso's name, his new name. He spent two years in the palace as a permanent resident. Then, he explained to his master/friend the custom of his people. The king was not happy, but he was no fool either; he seized the oppurtunity. He told Eso to go out and explore the world, and report back to him... they were in the king's study. Nikolo walked over to a bookcase and, like a classic novel, pulled on a book and the whole thing swung out to reveal a room filled with treasures. Eso hesitated, then followed the king in. The king lifted out a few items. The first was a strange earing- a small sphere the size of a marble, with grey misty contents that seemed to swirl on their own accord. "By touching this, you will make mind contact with me instantly- I have one of my own," he explained. He replace a gold earing with an identical sphere, and gave the other to Eso. Then, he found six silver daggers, wich he handed to Eso. "These will bond with you, staying in place without ties. Use them well." Eso was overwhelmed with emotion. "Go out into the world with my blessing..." So he did.
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Goodness Impling! You decided to add your profile after all! ^.^ Wow you've given him quite a background eek I had to make your font smaller, but it's still easy enough to read ^__^
~Gemstone
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 9:23 am
Name: Kirra Kotone (N.o.o.b.)
Elven Age: 98
Race: Half forest elf, Half Drow
Type: Rouge
Description: Copper hair, dark purple eyes.
Weapon: A black wip that can turn into ten wips, each have a peaice of dimont at the end for slicing skin.
Special Ability: Very fast and is an expert on tracking prey. Heals quickly, ability to control fire.
Personality: Kind to most for she feels she owes it to her mother. She will attack if you make fun of her being half Drow.
History: Born from a Forest elf and a Drow, Her father(Drow) was killed for "Mixing blood". Growing up in the forest Kirra Hated her father manly because she never knew him, but she says its because he's a Drow. She has a real instrest in Drows but she wont admit to it. She grew up quite peacefully in a small forest village, When she turned 20 the secreit of her father being a drow came out. Her and her mother where banished from the village. When Kirra turned 43 she came back with a hart of revenge and burned down the village. When she was in her mid 50's her mother came down with a rare deseise. Kirra took up the art of healing even though she was never good at it. She wasn't able to save her mother in time and she died when Kirra ad 68. Kirra gave up on healing exsept she took a potion that made her heal quicker. She now wanders around taking bounty jobs from others.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 10:52 pm
Name: Xander Megilar
Elven Age: 352 (looks late twenties, early thirties)
Race: Wood Elf
Type: Fighter
Appearance: Somewhat tall for a wood elf, Xander tops at 6'2". His wavy brown hair always looks like it's been wind swept, but that's just a family trait. Like most wood elves he favors strength over dexterity, and his bone and muscle structure backs this up. His green eyes always flicker around, searching for a threat to himself or friends.
Weapons: Family b*****d sword named Llie N'Vanima Ar' Lle Atara Lanneina (You're ugly and your mother dresses you funny), and a composite great bow he 'acquired' from a foe.
Description: Under his gruff exterior lies a gruff interior, but once you get past all that he has a heart of gold.
Ok, silver at best.
He warms up to a person quickly once they prove their prowess in their profession and loyalty to their cause, however. His dry, sarcastic wit can at times get under someone's skin easily if they don't take this teasing well.
History: Born deep in the forest, his father was a well known fighter in the local guard while his mother was one of the few clerics in the town. After a disaster in the temple proved he had little to no magic aptitude, he found his place as a scout in the guard. But quickly he showed that his great skill was being wasted (his commander got pissed at him), and he was 'asked' by his father to leave and adventure around the land. While on this journey, he became a sword-for-hire. But after a run in with a famous drow elf ("He was asking for it! He's a drow!), some adventuring bands wouldn't hire him anymore. So he retreated back to elven lands, looking to hire on as a guard or what-have-you.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2004 8:49 pm
Name: Lizzie
Elven Age: Merely 14
Race: Wood elf
Type: Royal Elf Priness
Alignment: Neutral/Good
Description: she is young,energetic,shy, and sweet. She is very clumsy and causes some disaster or embarassment in her life. She trys really hard to prove to every one that she will make a great leader some day and make them proud of her. She enjoys playing with her family
Appearance: shoulder legnth, straight, soft, blond hair, beautiful blueish grey eyes, the best smile, and is about 5'4'.
Wepons: Bow and arrow
Traits: Shy, Sweet, and innocence
History: Her family is one of Royalty. She was raised to walk, talk, eat and more like royalty like hold her eating utencils delicately, but she always made a mess of things. Much of her early childhood was spent in her palace, but during the summer her family and her would go to the elven lake which was near her palace. Recently, for her 14th birthday, she was given a Chipy, whom she named Kairi. Her pet Chipy (a small cute bird) stayed by her side for ever and always will.
She eventuly was send some where to learn more about other elves so she could be a better ruler and Kairi also fallowed. She traveled a lot, of course in royalty but she rode a horse. Eventuly she found some place, it was a guild, a guild that had many different elves and ones that we like her in some way. The elves that were with her left and she was all alone, But she was treated kindly and got along well. She is now living in the Elven Brotherhood & Sisterhood guild. She lives happily yet misses her family and friends. She will see them later though after many of years so she is ok with that.^_- PLus she has Kairi to keep her company
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 1:40 pm
Name: Mikona Rou a.k.a Miko
Elven Age: 158
Race: Night Elf
Weapons: 2 Cassiline Daggers, long katana, Elven Long Bow
Alignment: Good
Class: Moon Priestess/Sorceress/Hunter
Description: She is the kindest of all of her Souls. She stands at 5'7, which is the normal hieghth of the Elven woman. With her distinct features, such as the all familiar pointed ears of the Elves, she was slender and neatly proportioned across her entire body. Her skin was that of a light lavender. Her eyes were the color of Sapphire blue, which brought out her bueatiful Elven face. Also, she had long, slender fingers, which on both of her rings fingers layed a ghost white ring, surrounded with small black pearls with tiny diamonds on the top of each pearl. Her hair was the color of a dark indigo, and flowed upon her shoulders and down her back, and came to a stop at the mid section of her thighs. It comes down straight and thick, and is mostly memorized by most women because of it.
Attire: Since she is a Hunter, or attire is made up primarily of clothe, wool, leather and small amounts of mail.
Usually, Miko is seen wearing long, dark brown leather pants, with tan markings all down the leather thats shaped like scars and claw marks. Her shirt, which is made of clothe, is dark green in color, with markings of navyblue, and is cut off alittle ways under her breasts. Under the shirt, and thin layer of mail is used for protection. Also, her cloak is a dark indigo color, rich in that special dye throughout the leathered cloak. And last, she wears darkbrown boots, with a small touch of forest green.
Accesories: Miko doesn't wear much for accessories, cept for the two ghostwhite rings, covered with extremely dark purple diamons, so dark they are almost black, which are on both her rings fingers on each hand. Also, a light grey pendant, with the symbol of Priesthood of the Moon Goddess, lays between the hollow spot of her breast, hanging from her neck by a small silver chain.
Personality: All her life she has always been there to help others in need. With her witty sense of humor, and laid back attitude, she is a very cool hearted individual. Though, when pushed to the limits, her temper can be very explosive, and sometimes deadly...
History: Born into the World, she has grown up during her life in the ways of magic and nature. Her mother, Kyane Ruo, was one of the High Ranking Moon Priestess's of of the Moon Goddess. As for her father, he was known throughout the region as one of top Hunters, and was recognized by Kings as a strong warrior.
Growing up, she was taught by her mother the ways of the Priesthood, and spent a good deal of her younger childhood years learning the ways of the Priesthood. As she grew older, with her great intelligience of the Priesthood, and her great healing abilities taught through the Priesthood, she was recognized early on, that she might be one of the Chosen (sooner or later to come with information about that surprised ).
Though, when she had hit the age of 28, her father had finally retired his long-standing career, and forever after that, stayed always close to his family. With his return, Mikona was able to be taught in the ways of the Hunters and the survival of the Wilderness. For many years after that, she had become almost as good a Hunter as him.
Though, throughout all of her training amongst her parents, they always tried to avoid teaching her the ways of the Magic that she had inherited through her blood... When she wasn't with her parents, she was training in the use of her magics, being tought from the Sorceress Trainer Ysandre, the most respected of the Sorcess Guild, and spent many hours of her time everyday being taught how to safely use and hone her magic...
With all the training and loving she had gotten from her Childhood, Mikona grew up to be respected by most, though despised by others, only because of her apparent Night Elf status. Though, she knew outsiders thought of them as the most vile of the Elven culture, the reclusive Night Elves of the Far Island from the Mainland, were different from the other Drows and Night Elves of the Mainland. With a change of their culture, beliefs and nuetral status, her kinsmen and kind had changed to those of the side of good...
But now, Mikona travels the lonely road, traveling the Realms and bringing kindness to where ever she goes...
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 10:54 am
Name biggrin rake Dragonwing
Elven Age:256
Race:Gold Elf(Mother)/Moon Elf(Father)
Type:Mage/Warrior
Description:I stand at about 6'3, average height for an Elven. I have bright blond hair with some silverish streaks in it and a bronze/tan skin, inherited from my mother and her Gold Elven blood. I have bright blue eyes with the common sparkles of gold in them adhereing to my father and his blood. I wear midnight blue robes made of elven material and a black cape. I also carry around a silver staff, which is usually never out of my hands. I also have a elven sword strapped to my side, but is rarely used.
History:My mother was a Gold Elf while my father was a royal Moon Elf, they married and had me and my sister, Luna Dragonwing. I started training at an early age and as a result was able to accel quickly. I was trained as a mage by the legendary elven mage Silvero (who's staff I have) and I was also trained by my father in swordsmanship. My mother took over my education and political education and I also acceled in these as well. I left my father's Kingdom when I was about 200, as accustomed for some Elven men to do, so that I can live on my own for awhile and collect my thoughts. Along my journey I found a dragon egg which hatched into my friend and mount Skie the Sliver/blue dragon.
Weapons:Staff of Silvero, A silver staff crafted by a mage blacksmith long ago...has a blue crystal at the top and runes on the sides. Sword of Silvero, the side of it are dragon heads and on the blade there are runes. The blade was made by the same mage blacksmith of long ago.
That's it for now whee
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 3:36 pm
Name: Myke Takamori
Elven Name: Aerandir Oronar (I prefer my human name)
Elven Age: 400
Race: Werewolf(Father)/Elf(Mother)
Class: Paladin
Description: Long black hair(My father's) that strays in my face, cold blue eyes(Thanks to Mother), a scar on my face, a wolf's tail, and I stand 5' 11",
History: I grew in a small village, raised by Mother and Father, Hamato Takamori and Lùthien Oronar. At 11 elven years, I began training with Father, only stopping to eat and sleep. At 360, I left my family, but continued training. Later, I received a package from Father. It was our family sword, the Soul Blade. It had been passed down to me at last. 39 years later, I came upon the town of Barton, where I made many friends and even fell in love. her name is Mint Youkai, and we married on the twelth day of the twelvth moon. Shortly, my son, Senji, was born.
Weapon: The Soul Blade: A powerful blade created by my ancestor, Ryu Takamori. You can use it like any sword, or you can use the 'Soul Slash' Technique. first, concentrate your very being into the sword, let it take all it needs. When the time is right you strike. Legend tells that when the wielder is deceased, half of his soul remains in the blade for eternity...
Clothing: Leather jacket, leather gloves, boots and some jeans.
Personality: I am kind to those who are kind to me, so do not irritate me or you will regret it. In battle, I can be quite fierce. My wife is constantly inspiring me...
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 7:17 pm
Err... the guild mod dude said I was in the guild... so I'm assuming he was right
Name: Samcadaris Fururen
Elven Age: 110
Race: 1/2 Silvenesti (Wood Elf) 1/2 Kagonesti (Wild Elf)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Type: Bladesing ( Mage/Kensei Hybrid )
Weapon(s): An Odachi (Cresent Moon), and a Kodachi (New Moon)
Armor: Leather Shirt, Leather Kilt and Buckler ( Only wears light armor, for heavier ones would hinder his moments and his magics)
Description: Stands 6' 00", oddly tall among his people, and weighs 155 lbs. Fairly muscled, but not noticibly so. Silvery hair, just past his ears, which are upswept and pointed, his eyes are almond shaped and have red pupils. Has fair skin and a tattered cloak. Favors either red, black, white or shades of grey. His voice is slightly melodic, but is almost devoid of motion most of the time. Has a slight aura about him.
History: Samcadaris grew up among the Kagonesti for almost his whole childhood. He learned the ways of nature, of survival there. They tought him their way of the blade and how to harness elements, if only in the crudest of forms. After his villiage was overrun by dire beasts, he was forced into the commune of his Silvenest counterpats, who looked down upon him. They tought him further in the way of swordsmanship and furthered his knowledge of magic. He learend to read and write the languages he spoke, Silvenesti, Kagonesti and Common. He was learned the history of his peoples, the world, the Gods and Arcana. He became a Bladesinger, learned in the ways of magic and the blade, he combined the two forms to make a most devastating of forces among his people. He left Silvenest and traveled the land, testing his skill and portecting all he could.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2005 12:56 pm
This is my one chara. who is elf.
Elemmire Eluial Elerinan
Gender: Female
Race: Half-elf (sylvan) Half-faerie
Height: 5'9
Age: records not kept
Place of residence: Everywhere, yet nowhere
Family: sister (Miranwe Estel Elerinan)
Powers: The powers of the affinities
Weapons: Insence and other miscellanious things
Animals: none
Appearance: Just as Miranwe, she is usually seen in a shirt and skirt. However, when preforming powerful spells she is decked out in a breathtaking white gown. Pale unlike her sister, she takes in the beauty of sparkling green eyes that are almost a contrast to her backened hair. Her figure is any guys dream, yet she's the one to play hard to get swinging her long hair around in it's tight ponytail help up with a single dark blue ribbon holding the key to her powers.
Personality: Quite shy, she spends her time writing and endulged in books with her sister. Once you get to know her, this smart girl is rather mysterious and entriguing. Be careful though becuase she could entrap you in her eyes and take you to another world. The early to bed early to rise moto is written all over her as she gets up to meditate in the mornings before her sisters awakenings.Favorite Food: Any type of fruit!
History: The abduction of her parents has left Elemmire to charge over her little sister. (Even though they are close to the same age, no records are kept to exactly how old they are) These two stick together through thick and thin hardly being separated from one another in this world.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2005 8:23 pm
Name: Aragarthiel
Elven Age: unknown
Race: Dark elf
Type: Hunter
Description: Piccy ^^
History: Abandon by her family when he was young, Aragarthiel was raised by Modek,keeper of the forest. She grew up with a burning hatred for her parents. When Aragarthiel was around the age of 400, she left the house and began her own journey.
Weapons:Long elven bow and a daggar.
Alignment: unknown
Personality: Mysterious, rough but sweet deep down inside.
Ability: Moves with grace and speed, sharp eyes.
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