Post by fallen on Feb 26, 2010 19:58:57 GMT -5
Name: Relquin
Nickname: Aril
Age: about 50 years old
Race: Elf
Side: The Varden
Appearance: She has long brown hair, and light green eyes. She wears a brown and green outfit most of the time, and she wears boots that are red and black. Her lips are a thin red, and she is 5’8. Her ears have a sharp point, and is usually seen smiling. Her teeth are slightly pointed, and are pure white. She is very, very thin, and has scars up and down her arms. She usually has a red cloth around her wrist, and why it is there it is not known. She uses a bow and arrow, or a spear to hunt. She walks and runs lightly, to where you can't really to hear her much. Relquin's voice is soft and high.
Personality: She is over confident and dislikes to admit she is wrong. She rarely says a word, and when she does it is when she thinks it nessisary. She has a kind and generous heart, and absolutely loves any kind of creature. She is very intelligent in the area of survival, and is shy most of the time. She can hold lifelong grudges and finds it very hard to trust. She has a sarcastic sense of humor, and she is usually positive. In crowds of people she is silent.
She dislikes wealthy people who think they are better than everyone else, and people who force her to do thinks. She loves freedom, and likes to have control over her own life. She is power-hungry, but would never purposely harm someone. She is very paranoid. She is also a loyal and trust-worthy friend, and will follow her friends to the end of the world if needed.
History: Aril was born in the forest, accidentally. Her mother, not ready to raise a child, left her in a cave to fend for herself. This was very unusual of course, but Aril got used to not being with her race. Nobody knew she had been born either, and she didn’t even know who or what she was. She was found by some wolves, who took her into their pack and fed her. As Aril grew she made her clothes out of animal hides and gave herself a name. Relquin.
She made a spear to hunt, and started to become independent. Eventually she broke away from the generous pack and got a place of her own. It was a cave that she found randomly, and got comfortable. She had not really seen anyone like herself, so when she saw another elf, a male, she was frightened. She didn’t make herself seen, but just simply watched. That was when she knew there was a world outside of the forest. She continued her life, and had a peaceful one.
Finally, she got attacked by evil beings, and had to move out of her cave. She ventured far away, to get away from the forest that was once her home. She moved to Ellesmera, where she got a home and stayed. She was not sure about the residents, but as time went on she opened up to some, making a few friends. Her best friend that follows her is named Alasterna. The two like to make up stories together, and Alasterna calls Relquin Aril after her favorite made up character. For some odd reason.
When Relquin got bored, she would travel from place to place, either alone or with Alasterna, meeting adventures along the way. She still does this today.
RPG sample:
Note sighed, and stalked into the dregs. Why was here? Oh, because he had gotten bored. Note was wearing lose clothing, his neck clearly showing. His wooden guitar was hanging on his back, always ready to be played. Note smiled his bright smile, and paid for a drink. He sat down near a lively group, and chimed in. The group looked over at him, and talked to him. They were obviously drunk, so being Note, he didn't move. He made a pretty good joke, and the drunks laughed. Satisfied, Note moved away, bored.
Note got a table away from people, and grabbed his guitar. He took his sip, and started to sing and play, his eyes playful. He sang about a party, and the costumers seem to listen to the musician's voice. This... was pretty much Note's life. Music was what he simply lived off of.
He took the coins the guests gave him, and put them in his coin purse. He put his guitar at his feet and grinned, and saw another man, who was alone. He pulled a waiter over, and paid for the person to get a drink. He smiled at the man...oh, this was the life. Note leaned back, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Note suddenly sat up, and leaned on his arms, and watched what was going on around him. Maybe he would get inspiration for another song here? He was sitting alone at an empty table, a chair empty in front of him. Note smiled. Who would he meet today?
Sorry, it’s long. I couldn’t find anything shorter. XD
How did I find you? : I saw your link on the Zireling Kingdom board.
Nickname: Aril
Age: about 50 years old
Race: Elf
Side: The Varden
Appearance: She has long brown hair, and light green eyes. She wears a brown and green outfit most of the time, and she wears boots that are red and black. Her lips are a thin red, and she is 5’8. Her ears have a sharp point, and is usually seen smiling. Her teeth are slightly pointed, and are pure white. She is very, very thin, and has scars up and down her arms. She usually has a red cloth around her wrist, and why it is there it is not known. She uses a bow and arrow, or a spear to hunt. She walks and runs lightly, to where you can't really to hear her much. Relquin's voice is soft and high.
Personality: She is over confident and dislikes to admit she is wrong. She rarely says a word, and when she does it is when she thinks it nessisary. She has a kind and generous heart, and absolutely loves any kind of creature. She is very intelligent in the area of survival, and is shy most of the time. She can hold lifelong grudges and finds it very hard to trust. She has a sarcastic sense of humor, and she is usually positive. In crowds of people she is silent.
She dislikes wealthy people who think they are better than everyone else, and people who force her to do thinks. She loves freedom, and likes to have control over her own life. She is power-hungry, but would never purposely harm someone. She is very paranoid. She is also a loyal and trust-worthy friend, and will follow her friends to the end of the world if needed.
History: Aril was born in the forest, accidentally. Her mother, not ready to raise a child, left her in a cave to fend for herself. This was very unusual of course, but Aril got used to not being with her race. Nobody knew she had been born either, and she didn’t even know who or what she was. She was found by some wolves, who took her into their pack and fed her. As Aril grew she made her clothes out of animal hides and gave herself a name. Relquin.
She made a spear to hunt, and started to become independent. Eventually she broke away from the generous pack and got a place of her own. It was a cave that she found randomly, and got comfortable. She had not really seen anyone like herself, so when she saw another elf, a male, she was frightened. She didn’t make herself seen, but just simply watched. That was when she knew there was a world outside of the forest. She continued her life, and had a peaceful one.
Finally, she got attacked by evil beings, and had to move out of her cave. She ventured far away, to get away from the forest that was once her home. She moved to Ellesmera, where she got a home and stayed. She was not sure about the residents, but as time went on she opened up to some, making a few friends. Her best friend that follows her is named Alasterna. The two like to make up stories together, and Alasterna calls Relquin Aril after her favorite made up character. For some odd reason.
When Relquin got bored, she would travel from place to place, either alone or with Alasterna, meeting adventures along the way. She still does this today.
RPG sample:
Note sighed, and stalked into the dregs. Why was here? Oh, because he had gotten bored. Note was wearing lose clothing, his neck clearly showing. His wooden guitar was hanging on his back, always ready to be played. Note smiled his bright smile, and paid for a drink. He sat down near a lively group, and chimed in. The group looked over at him, and talked to him. They were obviously drunk, so being Note, he didn't move. He made a pretty good joke, and the drunks laughed. Satisfied, Note moved away, bored.
Note got a table away from people, and grabbed his guitar. He took his sip, and started to sing and play, his eyes playful. He sang about a party, and the costumers seem to listen to the musician's voice. This... was pretty much Note's life. Music was what he simply lived off of.
He took the coins the guests gave him, and put them in his coin purse. He put his guitar at his feet and grinned, and saw another man, who was alone. He pulled a waiter over, and paid for the person to get a drink. He smiled at the man...oh, this was the life. Note leaned back, and closed his eyes for a moment.
Note suddenly sat up, and leaned on his arms, and watched what was going on around him. Maybe he would get inspiration for another song here? He was sitting alone at an empty table, a chair empty in front of him. Note smiled. Who would he meet today?
Sorry, it’s long. I couldn’t find anything shorter. XD
How did I find you? : I saw your link on the Zireling Kingdom board.
