My parents named me:
Ireth Gwaelon-Oakbane
But you can call me:
Ire [[Only her wife is allowed to use it]]
Watcher [[For students]]
Mean G [[Friends or enemies]]
Psycho [[Enemies]]
I'm a majestic:
Dark Elf Watcher
I've been around this many years:
200
Remember this day:
December 21
My eyes are the color of:
Golden
My hair is a beautiful shade of:
White-ish
The image of perfection:
5"13' and 150 Lbs
I enjoy:
Hiking, Reading, Tending to her talismans, Protecting Balance, Writing poetry and stories, Sparring, Hunting when allowed, Meditating.
I'm interested in:
Only one woman and that is her wife.
People say I'm:
Ireth is a calm person, giving off the air of a safe world when she is around. She makes people feel safe, comfortable at first glance though she doesn't carry the wonderful smile her wife does. Ireth is a serious person, dutiful and vigilant. She isn't the type to smile, her emotions reside in her wonderful golden eyes and movements. She speaks in a low voice, and a serious attitude as she takes her tasks seriously. She never fails in a task, it will either be done earlier or on time. She is also a prideful creature, refusing to back down or give in when she feels something is right. Hostility is never wise around her as she can be aggressive and unlike her wife, she prefers violence to deal with her issues and she can hang with the best and most powerful warriors...often making some look like children. Unlike most of her race however she is a kind creature though she has no qualms about execution, she is honorable and holds much respect for others.
But they don't know me:
Dying. Her forest was slowly dying around her. She had long failed her duty before it even began. The dark elves were not fortunate creatures on this side of the world. Her family, the vanguard of the dying forest had failed in their job to prevent it's poisoning by the darkness. Their attempts to cure it, futile..and soon they would be forced from their homes. Her family was shamed and isolated from the clan. She was born into the position of "The poison one" for the death of the forest. The death of the forest was made to look like she was at fault. Her attempts to make friends with hate, anger, and abuse..as dark elves were, cruel. Punishment went into every action you could think of except execution, as that was against the law of societies for dark elves to execute the poison one. She endured it, turning it into physical need. It kept her going, and made her better for it. The only time she allowed the pain to show was when she had to admit her forest was dying because of her failure. Oh how it died every so slowly. She could hear it's screams, it's agony. She wished to help it, but no one would aid her in her pursuit.
Desperate, the young dark elf sought out the elusive high elves for aid. Under the cover of darkness she slipped from her home and made the dangerous trek to the mountains where their city was supposedly held. She took nothing with her but provisions and the raiden talisman her father made. When she got to the mountain the city was not on top as she had hoped. At her age, hope wasn't as easily to utilize and she started to give up, but no fate would smile upon her. She feel though a trap door, all the way into a pit within the mountains. It broke her, nearly killed her and she slipped into a deep sleep..but the high elves did not allow this. When she finally awoke she was bandaged, bedridden, with a young high elf by her side. She explained her plight. At first they would not help her, but she begged and pleaded...and one of them...an old woman finally agreed to help her.
When she was recovered enough Ireth took the old woman to her forest which was growing worse and worse. The woman, called a watcher used powerful magic to purge the poison within the forest. The dark elves were grateful but they were ignored. The woman wanted payment, but not in gold, food, or anything. She wanted a student and it looks like rather than live up to the Vanguard name...she would become a watcher. Fast forward sixty years...the old woman has passed, and now Ireth is now a watcher. She often patrolled and protected the balance of the forest in anyway she could, but the encroaching death of her home grow closer and closer...with no way to stop it.
Her clan prepared for their departure [[Leaving her behind of coarse]] but before they could she had one last test. To receive the blade of her family she had to slay the dread wolf, an enormous would of pure darkness that only appeared when it was time for a Dark Elf to prove themselves. They hoped she died. She swore to everyone, she would not. She was at a disadvantage as she was not a vanguard, but she did not back down. She traveled into the forbidden path of the forest and vanished for years. When she returned she was gravely wounded, but she had succeeded. She was given her father's blade and they were ready to leave...but she did not travel with them though they somewhat accepted her after her feat. She remained behind, wanting to witness the last ten years of her home. That was when she encountered an elf on her pilgrimage. The two got to know each other and remained together to watch the forest die/ Shortly after the two were bound together for eternity.
They traveled for eighty-five years doing their duties, learning more of each other, and experiencing the majesty of this world though it was brought with danger. Her wife stumbled across Silver Academy. Ireth did not wish to remain here, but she would not abandon her wife regardless of how she felt...it would grow on her as time went however. She has needed to use her talents more than once that is for sure.
The Ascended Elf
When accomplished, the user gains access to many paths of power, the most obvious would be an intelligence that surpasses nearly every form of physical life. Users still contain their bodies and can choose to switch between them when they want to. Easily accomplished by elves of her nature she is only nigh-ascended as she refuses to leave behind her mortal shell. She is akin to a powerful metahuman.
-Ergokinetic Infusion:
The user can infuse an object with pure energy to increase its effectiveness. A use can make an object more durable or even make an object sharper depending on the object. Once must be careful as the energy is very destructive or sharp and can harm the user. Trying to use this without a conduit will tear the users body apart as well as whatever they are holding. The right frequency can cause the energy to go haywire and harm anything in the vicinity including the user.
-Omni-Senses:
The user is able to have all senses enhanced to damn near scale able to see, smell, hear and otherwise sense everything around to an almost unbelievable scale. One must learn to control these senses or the over abundance and sensory overload can permanently disable a person and render them permanently comatose until you destroy those senses.
-Spirit Energy Manipulation:
The users of this power can influence the force of their own or others spiritual energies. These energies derive from the afterlife or spiritual realms and involves spiritual creatures such as regular souls, angels and demons. This can be exhausting depending on the use as she often uses it to conjure up attacks or repair things, she can be easily worn out.
My position:
Counselor
My tournament is:
Balance is Everything:
A one on one battle in a situation where the slightest case of imbalance will result in defeat only made harder by the presence of spiritual shadows who will try to upset balance/
Rules:
Cannot fall
Fatal strikes must be avoided
No dirty tricks must be used
My dorm is:
D6
More of these:
Less of these:
I can't live without:
Asbloodrunscold
Ireth Gwaelon-Oakbane
But you can call me:
Ire [[Only her wife is allowed to use it]]
Watcher [[For students]]
Mean G [[Friends or enemies]]
Psycho [[Enemies]]
I'm a majestic:
Dark Elf Watcher
I've been around this many years:
200
Remember this day:
December 21
My eyes are the color of:
Golden
My hair is a beautiful shade of:
White-ish
The image of perfection:
5"13' and 150 Lbs
I enjoy:
Hiking, Reading, Tending to her talismans, Protecting Balance, Writing poetry and stories, Sparring, Hunting when allowed, Meditating.
I'm interested in:
Only one woman and that is her wife.
People say I'm:
Ireth is a calm person, giving off the air of a safe world when she is around. She makes people feel safe, comfortable at first glance though she doesn't carry the wonderful smile her wife does. Ireth is a serious person, dutiful and vigilant. She isn't the type to smile, her emotions reside in her wonderful golden eyes and movements. She speaks in a low voice, and a serious attitude as she takes her tasks seriously. She never fails in a task, it will either be done earlier or on time. She is also a prideful creature, refusing to back down or give in when she feels something is right. Hostility is never wise around her as she can be aggressive and unlike her wife, she prefers violence to deal with her issues and she can hang with the best and most powerful warriors...often making some look like children. Unlike most of her race however she is a kind creature though she has no qualms about execution, she is honorable and holds much respect for others.
But they don't know me:
Dying. Her forest was slowly dying around her. She had long failed her duty before it even began. The dark elves were not fortunate creatures on this side of the world. Her family, the vanguard of the dying forest had failed in their job to prevent it's poisoning by the darkness. Their attempts to cure it, futile..and soon they would be forced from their homes. Her family was shamed and isolated from the clan. She was born into the position of "The poison one" for the death of the forest. The death of the forest was made to look like she was at fault. Her attempts to make friends with hate, anger, and abuse..as dark elves were, cruel. Punishment went into every action you could think of except execution, as that was against the law of societies for dark elves to execute the poison one. She endured it, turning it into physical need. It kept her going, and made her better for it. The only time she allowed the pain to show was when she had to admit her forest was dying because of her failure. Oh how it died every so slowly. She could hear it's screams, it's agony. She wished to help it, but no one would aid her in her pursuit.
Desperate, the young dark elf sought out the elusive high elves for aid. Under the cover of darkness she slipped from her home and made the dangerous trek to the mountains where their city was supposedly held. She took nothing with her but provisions and the raiden talisman her father made. When she got to the mountain the city was not on top as she had hoped. At her age, hope wasn't as easily to utilize and she started to give up, but no fate would smile upon her. She feel though a trap door, all the way into a pit within the mountains. It broke her, nearly killed her and she slipped into a deep sleep..but the high elves did not allow this. When she finally awoke she was bandaged, bedridden, with a young high elf by her side. She explained her plight. At first they would not help her, but she begged and pleaded...and one of them...an old woman finally agreed to help her.
When she was recovered enough Ireth took the old woman to her forest which was growing worse and worse. The woman, called a watcher used powerful magic to purge the poison within the forest. The dark elves were grateful but they were ignored. The woman wanted payment, but not in gold, food, or anything. She wanted a student and it looks like rather than live up to the Vanguard name...she would become a watcher. Fast forward sixty years...the old woman has passed, and now Ireth is now a watcher. She often patrolled and protected the balance of the forest in anyway she could, but the encroaching death of her home grow closer and closer...with no way to stop it.
Her clan prepared for their departure [[Leaving her behind of coarse]] but before they could she had one last test. To receive the blade of her family she had to slay the dread wolf, an enormous would of pure darkness that only appeared when it was time for a Dark Elf to prove themselves. They hoped she died. She swore to everyone, she would not. She was at a disadvantage as she was not a vanguard, but she did not back down. She traveled into the forbidden path of the forest and vanished for years. When she returned she was gravely wounded, but she had succeeded. She was given her father's blade and they were ready to leave...but she did not travel with them though they somewhat accepted her after her feat. She remained behind, wanting to witness the last ten years of her home. That was when she encountered an elf on her pilgrimage. The two got to know each other and remained together to watch the forest die/ Shortly after the two were bound together for eternity.
They traveled for eighty-five years doing their duties, learning more of each other, and experiencing the majesty of this world though it was brought with danger. Her wife stumbled across Silver Academy. Ireth did not wish to remain here, but she would not abandon her wife regardless of how she felt...it would grow on her as time went however. She has needed to use her talents more than once that is for sure.
The Ascended Elf
When accomplished, the user gains access to many paths of power, the most obvious would be an intelligence that surpasses nearly every form of physical life. Users still contain their bodies and can choose to switch between them when they want to. Easily accomplished by elves of her nature she is only nigh-ascended as she refuses to leave behind her mortal shell. She is akin to a powerful metahuman.
-Ergokinetic Infusion:
The user can infuse an object with pure energy to increase its effectiveness. A use can make an object more durable or even make an object sharper depending on the object. Once must be careful as the energy is very destructive or sharp and can harm the user. Trying to use this without a conduit will tear the users body apart as well as whatever they are holding. The right frequency can cause the energy to go haywire and harm anything in the vicinity including the user.
-Omni-Senses:
The user is able to have all senses enhanced to damn near scale able to see, smell, hear and otherwise sense everything around to an almost unbelievable scale. One must learn to control these senses or the over abundance and sensory overload can permanently disable a person and render them permanently comatose until you destroy those senses.
-Spirit Energy Manipulation:
The users of this power can influence the force of their own or others spiritual energies. These energies derive from the afterlife or spiritual realms and involves spiritual creatures such as regular souls, angels and demons. This can be exhausting depending on the use as she often uses it to conjure up attacks or repair things, she can be easily worn out.
My position:
Counselor
My tournament is:
Balance is Everything:
A one on one battle in a situation where the slightest case of imbalance will result in defeat only made harder by the presence of spiritual shadows who will try to upset balance/
Rules:
Cannot fall
Fatal strikes must be avoided
No dirty tricks must be used
My dorm is:
D6
More of these:
✔ Tea
✔ Nature
✔ Her beautiful wife
✔ Honorable battle
✔ Walking
Less of these:
✖ When balance is upset
✖ Rusty weapons
✖ Dark spirits
✖ Being overloaded with noise
✖ Dying plants
✖ When her wife is in danger
✖ When people talk bad about her race
✖ Sugar
I can't live without:
Asbloodrunscold
