Post by renea on Mar 10, 2009 17:17:14 GMT -5
Name
Tasalae
Age
250 Years Old
Race
Elf
Appearance
Tasalae's Body
As you look at her you will see a tall, Beautifully formed, blacked haired woman. Her face is thin, but draws the eyes of any male within the forest. Her eyes are green, showing that she is not at all old. Her ears are not pointed up like some elves ears would be, but she has used magic to point her ears back and make them a little smaller. Her ears are slanted back, sort of like the horns of a dragon. Her shoulders are held proudly, showing her strength also, for her arms are very thin, but much stronger then they appear. Her fingers are long and narrow, but that allows her to wield things such as swords and daggers. Her torso is long also and hidden behind the clothing of leather, which fits perfectly to her body, sung to the best of her abilities by Tasalae herself as a much younger being. Her hips curve with perfection as her body moves down and her legs are curved by either one of two things: A pair of legging that are leather, but not tough, but tight around her thighs and flare out at her knees, covering her normally worn boots, or she wears a leather skirt, which is normal only worn once a year during the Blood Oath Ceremony.
Tasalae's Clothing
She wears tough leather and soft leather, normal switching to clean the other. Her tough leather is worn for battle and everyday us and her soft leather is used to walk around cities and hide Skillfully in the crowds of humans. Her boots are made of tough leather completely, but they are comfortable on her feet and her ankles, which they go up about five inches above. She does sometimes wear sleeves on her arms, but that is mostly during battle to protect her from most things. Her clothing is tight on her body, showing each of her movements.
Tasalae's Possessions
She uses many things, but her most cherished possession is her sword, which she wields with perfection. Her sword is made of white metal, shimmering in light and staying dim in the dark. It is long and the pommel is a hand and a half long, meant for either one handed movements or two handed movements. She also has a bow that stays with her most the time, with goose feathered arrows. The bow is made of something very special, something that many do not have. Horns of a dragon, for before a dragon died, she asked is she might use his horns to make a bow to kill the soldiers of the empire who has threatened him. He agreed and she even helped him live long, for she did not want to take it because she just let him die, but she wanted to keep him alive as long as possible, but with his rider dead, he died soon after from heart broken, giving her one horn and the other to another young elf. She made the bow from his horn, sung it into the shape she needed it and also sung it to the snap she wanted for the arrows to be sent flying. On both sides of her hip, she wears two daggers, about a foot and a half long and sharp. The daggers are there for when she much sneak up on someone and killed without the sound of his screaming.
Tasalae's Movements
Like all elves, she has graceful movements which she uses to great skillful ability. She can moved with grace and fight with much learned skill. She moved like the wind, curving to each movement of the land, even during fight, but then she moves with the fighter she is fighting. Her feet seemed to never fit the ground when she runs, which many believes is why she can make it to places so fast.
Personality:
Tasalae has many different traits that most would not see in a elf. She is always willing to fight, normal training during the day. Her emotions are harder then most, but like all elves, she will become soft towards the animals and the trees. She is always willing to do things for nature, but not for her fellow elves or humans, she would rather have them pay her for her services so she can do things for herself. She is a true leader, wanting to take charge and tell people what to do. She is determined to try and make a egg hatch for her, but if the eggs does not she will give it to the next person and give them good luck with it. Other then being determined, she is a very kind person, loving to her friends and protective over the people she trust.
Tasalae is not one you want to make angry, for even if she can be kind to most others when she wants to, do not make her mad. She is not one you want to have on your wrong side, for even in battle if you have angered her, you may not get her help, for she may say you can do it yourself. Tasalae is someone who does not give her trust easy and will hold it until her dying breath if she must. She is hard to get to give information also, she will not give any information, for she would rather be killed then give the information which would cause her to kill herself.
History:
Tasalae was born to Palani the Amazing and Davioku the Warrior 250 years ago. She was raised by them on the outskirts of Silthrim where she learn to do many things that most woman would not have learn. Since they were so close to the human world, she learn to farm more food since the city was a little high price on food. She learned everything she could before she started the training her father and mother gave her of fighting when she was at the young age of thirteen years old. She joined the elf as a young warrior, but she was more then that, she learn to make weapons so she could help more when they needed her. She learned from watching and from the teachings of others. She began watching the great sword smith, Rhunon, watching her perfection with making a sword, even for a rider. As even asked if she would teach her the methods is she was willing.
As she aged, her father sent her to the other side of their land that belong to the elves, because of a fight that had broken out. Her mother and father took hold to help the fight, but they were killed by humans from behind. This enraged Tasalae and she sought to find the men, but she never found them and sought to learn better control of her emotions. Arya, even though she was never around since she was with the Varden was a large impact on her life, for Tasalae wanted to do what she did. As she grew older, bettered her skill in both wielding and making weapons she made her own. She moved to Ellesméra and sung a house on the outskirts of the large city out of a willow tree, forming it patiently and asking it's permission to live within the walls. She joined the large willow with two other willow trees that were just in the same area.
As she grew she fought with the elves to over take a city of the empire, she does not care for the name. She is a wonderful warrior and a skilled Swords' Smith.
Roleplaying example:
From lethrblaka.proboards102.com/index.cgi
Tasalae
Age
250 Years Old
Race
Elf
Appearance
Tasalae's Body
As you look at her you will see a tall, Beautifully formed, blacked haired woman. Her face is thin, but draws the eyes of any male within the forest. Her eyes are green, showing that she is not at all old. Her ears are not pointed up like some elves ears would be, but she has used magic to point her ears back and make them a little smaller. Her ears are slanted back, sort of like the horns of a dragon. Her shoulders are held proudly, showing her strength also, for her arms are very thin, but much stronger then they appear. Her fingers are long and narrow, but that allows her to wield things such as swords and daggers. Her torso is long also and hidden behind the clothing of leather, which fits perfectly to her body, sung to the best of her abilities by Tasalae herself as a much younger being. Her hips curve with perfection as her body moves down and her legs are curved by either one of two things: A pair of legging that are leather, but not tough, but tight around her thighs and flare out at her knees, covering her normally worn boots, or she wears a leather skirt, which is normal only worn once a year during the Blood Oath Ceremony.
Tasalae's Clothing
She wears tough leather and soft leather, normal switching to clean the other. Her tough leather is worn for battle and everyday us and her soft leather is used to walk around cities and hide Skillfully in the crowds of humans. Her boots are made of tough leather completely, but they are comfortable on her feet and her ankles, which they go up about five inches above. She does sometimes wear sleeves on her arms, but that is mostly during battle to protect her from most things. Her clothing is tight on her body, showing each of her movements.
Tasalae's Possessions
She uses many things, but her most cherished possession is her sword, which she wields with perfection. Her sword is made of white metal, shimmering in light and staying dim in the dark. It is long and the pommel is a hand and a half long, meant for either one handed movements or two handed movements. She also has a bow that stays with her most the time, with goose feathered arrows. The bow is made of something very special, something that many do not have. Horns of a dragon, for before a dragon died, she asked is she might use his horns to make a bow to kill the soldiers of the empire who has threatened him. He agreed and she even helped him live long, for she did not want to take it because she just let him die, but she wanted to keep him alive as long as possible, but with his rider dead, he died soon after from heart broken, giving her one horn and the other to another young elf. She made the bow from his horn, sung it into the shape she needed it and also sung it to the snap she wanted for the arrows to be sent flying. On both sides of her hip, she wears two daggers, about a foot and a half long and sharp. The daggers are there for when she much sneak up on someone and killed without the sound of his screaming.
Tasalae's Movements
Like all elves, she has graceful movements which she uses to great skillful ability. She can moved with grace and fight with much learned skill. She moved like the wind, curving to each movement of the land, even during fight, but then she moves with the fighter she is fighting. Her feet seemed to never fit the ground when she runs, which many believes is why she can make it to places so fast.
Personality:
Tasalae has many different traits that most would not see in a elf. She is always willing to fight, normal training during the day. Her emotions are harder then most, but like all elves, she will become soft towards the animals and the trees. She is always willing to do things for nature, but not for her fellow elves or humans, she would rather have them pay her for her services so she can do things for herself. She is a true leader, wanting to take charge and tell people what to do. She is determined to try and make a egg hatch for her, but if the eggs does not she will give it to the next person and give them good luck with it. Other then being determined, she is a very kind person, loving to her friends and protective over the people she trust.
Tasalae is not one you want to make angry, for even if she can be kind to most others when she wants to, do not make her mad. She is not one you want to have on your wrong side, for even in battle if you have angered her, you may not get her help, for she may say you can do it yourself. Tasalae is someone who does not give her trust easy and will hold it until her dying breath if she must. She is hard to get to give information also, she will not give any information, for she would rather be killed then give the information which would cause her to kill herself.
History:
Tasalae was born to Palani the Amazing and Davioku the Warrior 250 years ago. She was raised by them on the outskirts of Silthrim where she learn to do many things that most woman would not have learn. Since they were so close to the human world, she learn to farm more food since the city was a little high price on food. She learned everything she could before she started the training her father and mother gave her of fighting when she was at the young age of thirteen years old. She joined the elf as a young warrior, but she was more then that, she learn to make weapons so she could help more when they needed her. She learned from watching and from the teachings of others. She began watching the great sword smith, Rhunon, watching her perfection with making a sword, even for a rider. As even asked if she would teach her the methods is she was willing.
As she aged, her father sent her to the other side of their land that belong to the elves, because of a fight that had broken out. Her mother and father took hold to help the fight, but they were killed by humans from behind. This enraged Tasalae and she sought to find the men, but she never found them and sought to learn better control of her emotions. Arya, even though she was never around since she was with the Varden was a large impact on her life, for Tasalae wanted to do what she did. As she grew older, bettered her skill in both wielding and making weapons she made her own. She moved to Ellesméra and sung a house on the outskirts of the large city out of a willow tree, forming it patiently and asking it's permission to live within the walls. She joined the large willow with two other willow trees that were just in the same area.
As she grew she fought with the elves to over take a city of the empire, she does not care for the name. She is a wonderful warrior and a skilled Swords' Smith.
Roleplaying example:
From lethrblaka.proboards102.com/index.cgi
Night had fallen on the green land below the heavens. Trees hid the mysteries of the night, keeping the prey from seeing the hunter. The streams were now like black poison that crept over the land slowly in the, guided by the moon that lead them deeper south towards the sea in which they would one day be free of. The deer crept from hiding, eager to drink the water that looked like black poison. The deer were careful, not wanting to get eaten by the hunters of the night. The creepy-crawlies moved about the forest floor searching for anything small enough to eat. The land was alive, even as darkness over took it.
The sound of a steady thump went through the air, each movement was loud in my ears as I felt the movement under me. My hood was on my back, the cloak wrapped around my shoulders as I looked towards the land. Strapped to the saddle, the large Burgundy dragon wore was a sword, in which, a gem was fitted into the pommel, my hand only inches from it as I held onto the spike on the dragon. I let the clock fly out behind me, but my arms shook from the chill of the night and I felt like leaning over and taking my mind off of what I was planning on doing. I needed to get to Surda, because I knew I would be safe there. I looked at my sword, the red gem shimmering at me as I ran her hand over it gently. I let out a sigh and looked ahead.
What bothers you, My sister? His deep voice boomed in my ears as we flew, but it was not in my ears, but my mind. His present was always there, always keeping me calm unless we were far apart, which seemed to be never. I let my mind go back to the home I had once had, where it was warm inside the house. I let the pictures float to his mine, knowing he would understand. I had been gone so long, but still, I missed the home in which I loved, where I had a soft bed to lay on. He chuckled as it showed my room, the sound making me shake.
What do you laugh at? I felt him laugh deep in his chest again, a puff of smoke coming from his nostrils as he flew on, going down a little to see through the clouds. I looked down past him, seeing no lights, but the shimmer of the moon light on a small, very small, lake that was in a fenced off area. I knew it was made by man, because I soon saw a house where smoke came from the chimney and a light was on. We better get a little higher and then you can tell me what you laugh at brother. My warning was not ignored, he got higher into the clouds and hid, then sent a picture through my head of me laying on his side, in which I had a light blanket. I smiled and nodded. Your right, but I still miss my home. I felt a emotion of pity from him a little.
I know my sister, now get some rest, I will watch after you, but you need to try and rest. I nodded at his words and leaned over in the saddle, tightening my leg straps and then finding a comfortable spot on his neck from where I set in the saddle and wrapped my arms around him. I could feel his steady beat and let it put me to sleep with ease.
