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Jan 08, 2013 08:13PM
Oh! Calamity! Can I make her a mother residing in a different city?
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Name: Asher Verona
Age: 150 Years
Gender: Female
Appearance: Asher has a rather dark aura about her, but it is alluring nonetheless. She is tall and slender, with jet black wavy hair that frames her snow-white face. She has violet colored eyes with rings of darker shades of purple around the pupil. She has long black eyelashes that simply add to her mysterious vibe.
Her body is covered in inks she received recently. They mostly cover her arms, and they almost tell her life story. Many wolves make up her tattoos, along with knives and swords. Overall, she is not the perfect image of an elf, and many "rich" elf folk think of her as a vile creature, shaming the name of the elf.
Normally Asher wears ragged shorts with many tears in them from snagging on trees. A loose green tank-top to match. Deer-skin shoes are rough and durable for long hunting trips. Her nails are bitten to nubs, so she often hides them out of discomfort.
Eyes: As described above, Asher has beautiful violet eyes.
Personality: Asher isn't one to be taken kindly. If her appearance doesn't warn you away, then her personality should.
She is particularly evil, but she isn't misunderstood either. She just prefers to keep to herself, and isn't very nice to people who get in her way. She has her own wants and needs, and doesn't think elves should mess in each others business.
Talented with most weapons, Asher does love to do one thing; show off. Mostly in front of male elves. She takes pride in being able to win an archery or hunting contest, and often beats out the boys with ease. She is a slight feminist, as she hates elvish women who simply work as housewives. She thinks everyone she control their own life and choices.
Sly as a fox, and sharp as a whip, Asher can fool anyone with her simple charm.
Deep inside, she is nice to those she loves. So far she's only created a nice bond with her wolf, but she wonders if that will ever change.
History: Asher was born into Delven Shadow, into a small pack of traveling elves. Her parents were assassins, and when her mother fell pregnant, her father and a close friend fled the area to live in secrecy, as to avoid any officials until Asher was born. Well, she was born, and everything went completely fine. Her father and mother taught her all the skills of a trained assassin, but they mostly left Asher at home in their small shack in the woods while they went and did their nasty work.
As she grew up slightly isolated, with no other siblings, she began to identify herself with wolves. They traveled in packs, as did herself. Her father was a very loving man, and stole a young wolf pup for her when she was young. She named him Falom, and he was pitch black with glowing red eyes. She raised him as a pup, and loved him with all her heart.
Later on, once she was older, her parents said that they had to leave. They didn't tell her, but they were leaving to be executed for murder. They simply said she could handle herself with Falom, and she has. She hasn't thought much of her parents, and eventually she learned the truth. She's been living in her own kind of serenity for awhile now, selling game to butchers to make a living, and sometimes carrying out the occasional assassinations when times are rough.
Relationship: Falom is her pet wolf, and she has a strong bond with him.
Family: Ashlyanna (Mother, deceased), Gaeldryn (Father, deceased)
Power: None
Skills: She is extremely skilled with a bow and arrow, and can handle almost any weapon.
Age: 150 Years
Gender: Female
Appearance: Asher has a rather dark aura about her, but it is alluring nonetheless. She is tall and slender, with jet black wavy hair that frames her snow-white face. She has violet colored eyes with rings of darker shades of purple around the pupil. She has long black eyelashes that simply add to her mysterious vibe.
Her body is covered in inks she received recently. They mostly cover her arms, and they almost tell her life story. Many wolves make up her tattoos, along with knives and swords. Overall, she is not the perfect image of an elf, and many "rich" elf folk think of her as a vile creature, shaming the name of the elf.
Normally Asher wears ragged shorts with many tears in them from snagging on trees. A loose green tank-top to match. Deer-skin shoes are rough and durable for long hunting trips. Her nails are bitten to nubs, so she often hides them out of discomfort.
Eyes: As described above, Asher has beautiful violet eyes.
Personality: Asher isn't one to be taken kindly. If her appearance doesn't warn you away, then her personality should.
She is particularly evil, but she isn't misunderstood either. She just prefers to keep to herself, and isn't very nice to people who get in her way. She has her own wants and needs, and doesn't think elves should mess in each others business.
Talented with most weapons, Asher does love to do one thing; show off. Mostly in front of male elves. She takes pride in being able to win an archery or hunting contest, and often beats out the boys with ease. She is a slight feminist, as she hates elvish women who simply work as housewives. She thinks everyone she control their own life and choices.
Sly as a fox, and sharp as a whip, Asher can fool anyone with her simple charm.
Deep inside, she is nice to those she loves. So far she's only created a nice bond with her wolf, but she wonders if that will ever change.
History: Asher was born into Delven Shadow, into a small pack of traveling elves. Her parents were assassins, and when her mother fell pregnant, her father and a close friend fled the area to live in secrecy, as to avoid any officials until Asher was born. Well, she was born, and everything went completely fine. Her father and mother taught her all the skills of a trained assassin, but they mostly left Asher at home in their small shack in the woods while they went and did their nasty work.
As she grew up slightly isolated, with no other siblings, she began to identify herself with wolves. They traveled in packs, as did herself. Her father was a very loving man, and stole a young wolf pup for her when she was young. She named him Falom, and he was pitch black with glowing red eyes. She raised him as a pup, and loved him with all her heart.
Later on, once she was older, her parents said that they had to leave. They didn't tell her, but they were leaving to be executed for murder. They simply said she could handle herself with Falom, and she has. She hasn't thought much of her parents, and eventually she learned the truth. She's been living in her own kind of serenity for awhile now, selling game to butchers to make a living, and sometimes carrying out the occasional assassinations when times are rough.
Relationship: Falom is her pet wolf, and she has a strong bond with him.
Family: Ashlyanna (Mother, deceased), Gaeldryn (Father, deceased)
Power: None
Skills: She is extremely skilled with a bow and arrow, and can handle almost any weapon.
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Age: 118 years (Just over 23 for a human)
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has short dark red/auburn, straight hair that reaches the tops of his ears. He's on the tall side, lean and muscular. He has light tanned skin and a frown in contempt almost permanently on his face.
Eyes: His eyes are mostly a light, piercing grey with flecks of dark blue.
Personality: He is bitter and distrustful of others. At different times he shows great hate or apathy, but there are glimmers of kindness when he cares for wrongfully harmed animals or lost children.
Skills: He can use hook swords quite expertly, but any weapon/chair/table/etc. would do.
Family Members: His mother, who he left. His father died when he was young.
Relationship: Open
Power: None
History: He lived in Delven Brooke as a youngster. His mother and father were quite loving to him, but they were often depressed by many stillbirths. Then his father died in a battle. Jadran lived with his mother for quite sometime. Later on, in his early teens he was falsely accused of murder and banished. Finding his way to Delven Shadow, he felt bitter and alone, especially now his mother no longer had company.
Other: He is visually impaired from birth. Though he can't see, basically, he acts normally.
Name: Taca Crmike
Age: 97
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Dark black hair that falls to her waist. She always lets it loose. She is white skinned. She has a dark shadow over her face.
Eyes: Bright green with large pupils.
Personality: Stays alone most of the time. Very arrogant and confident. She is very rude and cruel. And very dark as well.
Family Members: Her dad.
Relationship: Doesn't want anything to do with anyone.
History: She used to have a kind mother who she killed. Now she lives with her cruel father who abuses her but teaches her dark things.
Other: She hates herself.
Age: 97
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Dark black hair that falls to her waist. She always lets it loose. She is white skinned. She has a dark shadow over her face.
Eyes: Bright green with large pupils.
Personality: Stays alone most of the time. Very arrogant and confident. She is very rude and cruel. And very dark as well.
Family Members: Her dad.
Relationship: Doesn't want anything to do with anyone.
History: She used to have a kind mother who she killed. Now she lives with her cruel father who abuses her but teaches her dark things.
Other: She hates herself.
Name: Jacques ValéräntèAge: 130 years (26 in Human standards)
Gender: Masculine
Appearance: Jacques has raven black hair, that does not shine or reflect the slightest of light, and emchanting jet black eyes that give a dark aura about him. His structured face is broad like his shoulders, and give no glimpse of true emotion. His nose is like a sun dial on his face, always casting a shadow on his slim, unsmiling lips. He has high cheek-bones, causing his strange eyes to stand out even more. He has long, elfish ears that stick out of his black hole-like hair at a sharp point. Jac has long, pale arms, and muscular legs for running. He has a strong build for both his upper and lower body, and it shows.
Eyes: Jet black, with streak silver lines crossing the iris outwardly.
Personality: Jacques is truly cruel, a skilled liar. Virtually nobody can see he lies, and he is almost always showing calmness, radiating yet controlled anger, or nothing at all. He walks with great posture, and he's very intelligent and observant.
Skills: Jac is a very skilled liar, virtually nobody can see his lies. He is also smart and observant, as well as strong and powerful. He is skilled with archery, fist fights, and many other weapons.
Family Members:
Father: Grivôvin (Married to Vicia)
Mother: Ferontàlia (Divorced to Grivôvin)
Step-Mother: Vïcia (Married to Grivôvin)
3 Sisters, 4 Brothers, 39 Cousins, 15 Aunts, 17 Uncles, 9 Grandparents. Alive, anyway. Countless of Jac's relatives have been killed.
Relationship: Yeah, right.
History: Jac was born in a terrifying family, people of cruelty and violence. There was a lot of anger and fighting in his house, and he learned to grow up with the violence and the yelling and the death. Yes, death. Several of Jac's family members were killed in fights, as they all lived in one big house. His siblings and parents, aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents. Well, they lived in multiple trees they hollowed out, and their part of a forest (Not Forbidden Forest) was isolated from the rest of Delven Shadow. Nobody but the vicious family dared entered that part of the forest, for whoever did, either left with many painful, deadly wounds that sometimes later killed the fool. Or never left at all, their screams for help and of agony chilling the fool's friends and warning everbody else. It was a terrible place to grow up in, having watched the Elves of both Jac's relation an not being killed and/or tortured. In fact, Jacques never met anybody who wasn't his family unless they were killed for the family's pleasure. There was lots of divorce in his family, including his mother. And as Jacques grew up, he even got into fights and was injured countless times. Sometimes, he'd visit the home of the nice relatives, for they weren't like the rest of his family. That was where his cousins, Sâmoria and Vër, and his mother and uncle lived.
Other: His family is open to make.
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Name: Séremèla Calmcacil
age: 176
Gender: f
Appearance:like the pic below. she has a white tiger named Borë.
Eyes: bright green
Personality: she is short tempered and hates boys. She does not trust anyone. She is very hard to be friends with because she shuts people out.
skills: her best skill is stealth and she can trick anyone into doing something. Whither it's leading them into a trap or getting them to do her dirty work.
family members: all dead.
Relationship: never going to have one.
History: when Séremèla was young she fell in love with a boy. Her father was very rich. The boy did not love Sèremèla, but only dated her for her fathers money. One night he convinced Séreméla to show him her fathers secret stash for the money. After he saw the money her knocked Sèremèla out and stole the money. Sèremèlas father tried to stop him but he killed Sèremèlas father and left with the money. Sèremèla woke up next to her dead fathers body and swore to never trust a boy again.
Other:
age: 176
Gender: f
Appearance:like the pic below. she has a white tiger named Borë.
Eyes: bright green
Personality: she is short tempered and hates boys. She does not trust anyone. She is very hard to be friends with because she shuts people out.
skills: her best skill is stealth and she can trick anyone into doing something. Whither it's leading them into a trap or getting them to do her dirty work.
family members: all dead.
Relationship: never going to have one.
History: when Séremèla was young she fell in love with a boy. Her father was very rich. The boy did not love Sèremèla, but only dated her for her fathers money. One night he convinced Séreméla to show him her fathers secret stash for the money. After he saw the money her knocked Sèremèla out and stole the money. Sèremèlas father tried to stop him but he killed Sèremèlas father and left with the money. Sèremèla woke up next to her dead fathers body and swore to never trust a boy again.
Other:
Name: Finwë AlcarinAge: 125 (25 human years)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall for a male, long, black-haired elf. He has a delicate and feminine build, which he's always hated since he began being teased by his 'friends'. He uses this to his advantage though.
Eyes: For an elf, they are extremely dull and human-like. The are simply a baby blue getting darker towards the middle.
Personality: Envious and selfish is the best way to describe him. Ever since what seemed like the world was against him and how feminine he looked, he has hated everyone and everything except his rather large, black dog called Coal. But he is no way dumb! he is in fact a very intelligent and observant elf. He uses his looks to disguise as a very small female elf, and sometimes it's how he gets the better advantage. But maybe one day he'll change his heart, and become the kind-hearted fellow he once was.
Skills: Running and disguising.
Family Members: All deceased from either age or a terrible incident. But the dog, if he counts, is Coal.
Relationship: Definitely opened, as I'm thinking a girl of his dreams could change his heart...
History: When he was young, and he and his mother were at the main town, they came home to find the rest of their family slaughtered on the ground. They were shocked and ranaway, closer to civilisation. He then started getting teased majorly by the neighbours who were supposed to be his 'friends', and his mother was the only thing that had kept him nice. But then she died of old age, as she was very old to be having children, leaving him to be fostered by his arch enemy naeighbours. He has now left though, and made his own establishment where he and his dog, Coal met and became friends.
Name: Larien MinyaturAge: 170 (34 equivalent)
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Without the glasses, and her ears are slanted. She is 7 ft and 5 inches.Eyes:
I WANT THOSE EYES. ><Personality: Larien is a serious and grumpy elf. She wants to do the best job she can do, and she wishes that she will get a high ranking some day. She is very strict and runs by her own rules. She likes boundaries and lists.
Skills: Disguise.
Family Members: Open.
Relationship: OPEN
Power: None
History: Ever since she was young, Larien had a dream to be the best elf fighter in all of Delven. She practices her fighting everyday, her strong will pushing her forward. Her parents died ignored, not even looked at. She didn't even attend their funeral. This is a reason why many don't like to communicate with her.
Other:
Name: Itarildë EledhwenAge: 100 (20)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Itarildë is a handsome elf, with smooth, ebony-coloured skin, with subtle hints of melted chocolate and an aeneous, ethereal sheen. She has a sylphlike physique, with sinewy, lean, long legs, lithe arms, elongated, nimble fingers, a giraffe-like neck, and a narrow, angular waist. Her eyebrows are slightly serpentine in their appearance, coiling in a minute curvature around the elegant arc of her browridge. Had she been a human, she would likely have belonged to either the African or Caribbean Islander races. A mane of windswept, atrous (go on, look it up, it's a rare colour term :D) cascade of glossy and laquered-like locks fall to Itarildë's waist, a torrent of lustrous melanic and sable strands of silk. Her features are ones befitting royalty or nobility: High, well-defined, gaunt and cadaverous cheekbones, a slightly heavy, and emaciated jaw, thin, merciless lips, and a regal bearing.
Image:
Eyes: Itarildë's hard, soulless, sunken eyes reflect remarkably well on the monster inside: They are an odd celadon colour, with miniscule vestiges of xanthic glimmers, seeming to be gilded over with a film of silver vermeil the hue of luminescent moonlight, but are narrow and neurotic, deranged as she is.
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Personality: Despite her fetching appearance, Itarildë's cold heart contains nought but spite, cruelty, venom, and loathing. A heartless, pitiless, ironhearted being, Itarildë despises the world, and is arrogant, insane, (sort of neo-Nazi, and yes, I think you all know who she's based on, but, the female inspiration for her is, in my opinion, an awesome villainess), and psychotic, immersed in her own visions of a purged world, free of the ones she believes are "impure". Obsessive as she is, Itarildë is also a devoted disciple of the many champions of darkness the elven race has produced. On the battlefield, she is a ruthless, efficient killing machine that slaughters, executes, beheads, and tortures unflinchingly, without remorse or emotion.
Skills:
Family Members:
Relationship: None as of yet, likely none ever, but open for now.
History:
Other: This is unfinished.
Ji Mei ^_^ wrote: "Very pretty. ^_^"Thanks! I wanted my characters to be of a myriad of ethnicities.
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