Post by Alraunina on Jan 27, 2010 16:27:49 GMT -5
Name: Alraunina Zephyra although she is known to go by many names, the most popular Swiftdagger and Feathered Mistress which come from both her talents in battle and the feathers she adorns at special occasions.
Age: 120.
Race: Elf.
Appearance: Alraunina has sleek black hair, darkest ebony in shade that tumbles in loose curls down her back though she is sometimes seen with it perfectly straight. She has the pale skin of all elves and stands at six feet tall. Her body is slender and toned, her smooth skin is hairless. Her features are angular and harsh though her eyes are a deep forest green and have a depth that creates a deceiving kindness.
The majority of the time she wears teal tunics, hemmed with pure silver, hinched at the waist with a girdle inlaid with diamonds and opals with an array of colours diffused through them. She adorns a necklace with dove sculpted of an identical opal as her girdle. If her hair is tied back, it is done so by a thin leather strap etched with eloquent script, Eternity is but a day for those who love. Though most elves do not wear weapons around Ellesmera, Alraunina is never seperated from her daggers; two, their blades a copper gold colour with hints of turquoise and teal twisting up it, blended in with the blade shaped to resemble a feather. The handle of them were intricately sculpted like twisted feathers dispersing to the small blades. These are hidden beneath the tunic and are tied around her thigh.
When preparing for battle, hunting or practicing she wears hardened leather armour made up of a corset and a skirt. Thought it isn't the studiest and can be penetrated by a swift blow by a sword it offers her the movement that hardier armor would remove. The hardened leather is inscribed with beautiful detail, silver strands run it's legnth and disperse into moonstone droplets which can be covered with weightless lace if she is required to move stealthily. Her wrist braces are inlaid with a similar array of moonstones however have inlaid diamonds in the center which they disperse from. Similar to her corset and shirt, she has small weightless lace cuffs which can be tied over them. Her daggers hand from her waist at either side, these can be thrown or use in close combat and she preferred by her over the conventional bow, although she is more than proficient with one. Her sword is strapped over her back, it matches her daggers in colour and shape; the blade a copper shade with hints of aquamarine and teal twisting through it, a blue hue in gold. The hilt in this case because it is larger and has a guard is in the shape of a dove matching her necklace, it's tail making the very bottom with an inlaid diamond. The body twists upwards, the beak and head arched beautifully making one side of the guard, open wings spanning create the other side and give it an elegant curve.
Above all of this, in colder weather and when discretion is needed she can adorn a white over robe, clasped together at the breasts by a moonstone, opal and diamond broach and a large hood.
Personality: Alraunina used to be a loving and compassionate girl, her gift for magic the thing that she excelled in and her unnatural grasp on the ancient language pushing her to the forefront of the Elf spellweavers. This not only pushed her into social obligations and increased her understanding of her fellow kin. This has caused her a deep connection between her and the citizens of Ellesmera and the others who she often tended to. She is a very trusting person once you earn her trust although that in it's self is no small task. Though she may not show it, time has not stripped her of the compassionate and caring side of her, she dotes over the younger Elves that she has trained in the art of spellweaving and mentored in the art of battle. In her recent years however she has grown withdrawn from the city like a burnt cat. After the death of her parents and the events that followed she moved further into the forests of Du Weldenvarden and has since never stepped foot into the cities nor has she personally made contact with any other Elf. Her personality has become shrouded, she is secrative and withdrawn, spiteful when it comes to those attempting to get too close and bitter when it comes to love; something which she used to wholeheartedly embrace. Recently however she has been venturing into the cities more and more after being called upon to work on the infection and though finding it awkward, she has begun settling back in - though she still goes by one of her many identities, preferring not to reveal herself to those which she was once so close.
History: After being raised in Ellesmera she initially showed her talent in magic and was inducted into spellweaving much like her mother before her. That formed connections between her and forest, connections that are still running through her veins and still intertwined throughout the branches of the trees. This led to social engagements, tutoring and responsibilities. She became somewhat renound for her talent throughout the cities and she began to travel a lot. Her mother and father were few Elves who had been together for over hundreds of years and that commitment alone amazed Alraunina and sparked a fascination with love and romance. Though she has not experienced it herself she was constantly looking, always wondering if it would ever happen and when and if it did would she embrace it or reject it? She would sit in her room reading poems and lore on magic and love and how they fit together or how battles tore couples apart.
As she aged she grew more mature and demure, a cultured and elegant woman. She was tutored not only on magic but history, language etc, Elf culture. It all massed into years of her life, consuming it along with her spellweaving commitments.
It was only when her parents died after being sent to aid the Varden that she changed, withdrawing into the forest and become sullen and wary of everybody. People would venture to see her, ask for favours with magic and she would agree but do so out of duty and love for the people rather than acceptance or willingness to be part of that society. Her personal identity slipped away and she became Swiftdagger, Feathered Mistress, Vixen. All names that were chosen for her upon those visits from people, names that she adopted to conceal herself. Her time was spent futher experimenting with magic, concentrating on her abilities and battle prowess. It was this intensity of commitment that she was called upon to help fight the spreading infection and began her re-acceptance into the city of Ellesmera and the Elvish culture.
Roleplaying example: Cool winter air tickled tendrils of hair, ghosting along the back of Ruby's neck causing her to shiver. It was early morning, around six am although she wasn't sure of the time, she had been out in the cold for awhile and time had been passing uncalculated. The night before had been a small raid on a few ministry houses, shaking up the occupants and earning themselves some information to put them ahead. It had been a tiresome night and she had earned herself a small slice on her shoulder which had taken it's time to heal even with an episky charm. She didn't enjoy nights like that, endless raids and hour after hour of repetative terrorising. It was like working in a factory doing the same thing repeated day in day out, no differences, no variations. Every 'job' had it's faults though didn't it? If that was what you could call what she did.
Her cut shoulder had caused her bother all night and the constant sting had finally forced her out of bed. After 'breaking free' of her restraints that were laid upon her from her captors the first thing she had done was take back what was rightfully hers and that started with Lestrange Manor. A house which she loved, treasured and shared with her sister Scarlett. Silently she padded down the stairs, silk robe pulled tight around her body and careful not to wake her sleeping sister she had made breakfast and her morning cup of coffee, eaten and drank up before hitting the shower, finishing off healing her wound and heading out of the house. Normally the large house grounds were lush green grass and giant tree's overshadowing a small lake with fountains and various other decorative gardens. Today though it was coated with thick snow. She shivered, slipping her hood up over her loose curls and pulling her thick woolen travelling robes around her body.
The morning walk had travelled through the expanses of the valley's around her house and eventually she had reached the village of Hogsmeade. It's dull orange lanters flickered in the distance and she set off walking towards it. The lights quickly seperated from a blob to lots of tiny lights, glistening and getting closer until houses became visible and before she knew it her heels were tapping in rythm on cobbled streets. A deep chill reached her core, wind whistled and twisted through her hair and seeped into her hood. A woman walked opposite her on the street and she sucked in a deep breath, bracing herself against the cold she crossed towards her and smiled, lush red lips parting to expose a flash of white teeth. "Excuse me, have you got the time?" She asked, watching as horror spread across the haggard face opposite her as realisation hit. The woman muttered six before running quickly, limbs flailing as she filled the air with an ear splitting scream. "Nice woman..." she grumbled, setting off down the street.
How did you find us? An advertisement was posted on my forum: www.mischief-managed.com and curosity got the best of me, once I read up on the site I really couldn't say no!
Age: 120.
Race: Elf.
Appearance: Alraunina has sleek black hair, darkest ebony in shade that tumbles in loose curls down her back though she is sometimes seen with it perfectly straight. She has the pale skin of all elves and stands at six feet tall. Her body is slender and toned, her smooth skin is hairless. Her features are angular and harsh though her eyes are a deep forest green and have a depth that creates a deceiving kindness.
The majority of the time she wears teal tunics, hemmed with pure silver, hinched at the waist with a girdle inlaid with diamonds and opals with an array of colours diffused through them. She adorns a necklace with dove sculpted of an identical opal as her girdle. If her hair is tied back, it is done so by a thin leather strap etched with eloquent script, Eternity is but a day for those who love. Though most elves do not wear weapons around Ellesmera, Alraunina is never seperated from her daggers; two, their blades a copper gold colour with hints of turquoise and teal twisting up it, blended in with the blade shaped to resemble a feather. The handle of them were intricately sculpted like twisted feathers dispersing to the small blades. These are hidden beneath the tunic and are tied around her thigh.
When preparing for battle, hunting or practicing she wears hardened leather armour made up of a corset and a skirt. Thought it isn't the studiest and can be penetrated by a swift blow by a sword it offers her the movement that hardier armor would remove. The hardened leather is inscribed with beautiful detail, silver strands run it's legnth and disperse into moonstone droplets which can be covered with weightless lace if she is required to move stealthily. Her wrist braces are inlaid with a similar array of moonstones however have inlaid diamonds in the center which they disperse from. Similar to her corset and shirt, she has small weightless lace cuffs which can be tied over them. Her daggers hand from her waist at either side, these can be thrown or use in close combat and she preferred by her over the conventional bow, although she is more than proficient with one. Her sword is strapped over her back, it matches her daggers in colour and shape; the blade a copper shade with hints of aquamarine and teal twisting through it, a blue hue in gold. The hilt in this case because it is larger and has a guard is in the shape of a dove matching her necklace, it's tail making the very bottom with an inlaid diamond. The body twists upwards, the beak and head arched beautifully making one side of the guard, open wings spanning create the other side and give it an elegant curve.
Above all of this, in colder weather and when discretion is needed she can adorn a white over robe, clasped together at the breasts by a moonstone, opal and diamond broach and a large hood.
Personality: Alraunina used to be a loving and compassionate girl, her gift for magic the thing that she excelled in and her unnatural grasp on the ancient language pushing her to the forefront of the Elf spellweavers. This not only pushed her into social obligations and increased her understanding of her fellow kin. This has caused her a deep connection between her and the citizens of Ellesmera and the others who she often tended to. She is a very trusting person once you earn her trust although that in it's self is no small task. Though she may not show it, time has not stripped her of the compassionate and caring side of her, she dotes over the younger Elves that she has trained in the art of spellweaving and mentored in the art of battle. In her recent years however she has grown withdrawn from the city like a burnt cat. After the death of her parents and the events that followed she moved further into the forests of Du Weldenvarden and has since never stepped foot into the cities nor has she personally made contact with any other Elf. Her personality has become shrouded, she is secrative and withdrawn, spiteful when it comes to those attempting to get too close and bitter when it comes to love; something which she used to wholeheartedly embrace. Recently however she has been venturing into the cities more and more after being called upon to work on the infection and though finding it awkward, she has begun settling back in - though she still goes by one of her many identities, preferring not to reveal herself to those which she was once so close.
History: After being raised in Ellesmera she initially showed her talent in magic and was inducted into spellweaving much like her mother before her. That formed connections between her and forest, connections that are still running through her veins and still intertwined throughout the branches of the trees. This led to social engagements, tutoring and responsibilities. She became somewhat renound for her talent throughout the cities and she began to travel a lot. Her mother and father were few Elves who had been together for over hundreds of years and that commitment alone amazed Alraunina and sparked a fascination with love and romance. Though she has not experienced it herself she was constantly looking, always wondering if it would ever happen and when and if it did would she embrace it or reject it? She would sit in her room reading poems and lore on magic and love and how they fit together or how battles tore couples apart.
As she aged she grew more mature and demure, a cultured and elegant woman. She was tutored not only on magic but history, language etc, Elf culture. It all massed into years of her life, consuming it along with her spellweaving commitments.
It was only when her parents died after being sent to aid the Varden that she changed, withdrawing into the forest and become sullen and wary of everybody. People would venture to see her, ask for favours with magic and she would agree but do so out of duty and love for the people rather than acceptance or willingness to be part of that society. Her personal identity slipped away and she became Swiftdagger, Feathered Mistress, Vixen. All names that were chosen for her upon those visits from people, names that she adopted to conceal herself. Her time was spent futher experimenting with magic, concentrating on her abilities and battle prowess. It was this intensity of commitment that she was called upon to help fight the spreading infection and began her re-acceptance into the city of Ellesmera and the Elvish culture.
Roleplaying example: Cool winter air tickled tendrils of hair, ghosting along the back of Ruby's neck causing her to shiver. It was early morning, around six am although she wasn't sure of the time, she had been out in the cold for awhile and time had been passing uncalculated. The night before had been a small raid on a few ministry houses, shaking up the occupants and earning themselves some information to put them ahead. It had been a tiresome night and she had earned herself a small slice on her shoulder which had taken it's time to heal even with an episky charm. She didn't enjoy nights like that, endless raids and hour after hour of repetative terrorising. It was like working in a factory doing the same thing repeated day in day out, no differences, no variations. Every 'job' had it's faults though didn't it? If that was what you could call what she did.
Her cut shoulder had caused her bother all night and the constant sting had finally forced her out of bed. After 'breaking free' of her restraints that were laid upon her from her captors the first thing she had done was take back what was rightfully hers and that started with Lestrange Manor. A house which she loved, treasured and shared with her sister Scarlett. Silently she padded down the stairs, silk robe pulled tight around her body and careful not to wake her sleeping sister she had made breakfast and her morning cup of coffee, eaten and drank up before hitting the shower, finishing off healing her wound and heading out of the house. Normally the large house grounds were lush green grass and giant tree's overshadowing a small lake with fountains and various other decorative gardens. Today though it was coated with thick snow. She shivered, slipping her hood up over her loose curls and pulling her thick woolen travelling robes around her body.
The morning walk had travelled through the expanses of the valley's around her house and eventually she had reached the village of Hogsmeade. It's dull orange lanters flickered in the distance and she set off walking towards it. The lights quickly seperated from a blob to lots of tiny lights, glistening and getting closer until houses became visible and before she knew it her heels were tapping in rythm on cobbled streets. A deep chill reached her core, wind whistled and twisted through her hair and seeped into her hood. A woman walked opposite her on the street and she sucked in a deep breath, bracing herself against the cold she crossed towards her and smiled, lush red lips parting to expose a flash of white teeth. "Excuse me, have you got the time?" She asked, watching as horror spread across the haggard face opposite her as realisation hit. The woman muttered six before running quickly, limbs flailing as she filled the air with an ear splitting scream. "Nice woman..." she grumbled, setting off down the street.
How did you find us? An advertisement was posted on my forum: www.mischief-managed.com and curosity got the best of me, once I read up on the site I really couldn't say no!
