Post by selicia on Mar 13, 2009 7:24:49 GMT -5
Name: Selicia
Age: 226
Race: Elf
Appearance
Selicia is a beauty to turn heads of most men across the glorious land of Alegasia. Her hair shines like the moon setting over the Boer mountains or the celebration of Agaetí Blödhren. Her Ears arch up until they are at a point and her delicate features are almost catlike. Her slanted eyes are Saphira blue. Her hair is tied up when she rides but when she lets it fall it reaches just pat her shoulders. Her hair is her most beautiful part of her body. Her muscles may not be visible but she is immensely strong. Training with swords since she was a child she is as slim as possible with out being ill.
She wears no make up and believes in natural beauty. She also has no jewelry except one piece that is close to her heart. She wears a blue diamond from the Boear mountians in a necklace that a ...friend.... gave her. She treasures the diamond beyond her own life and would die to make sure it survives. Every full moon she goes to one of the tallest trees in the forest and watches as the moonlight glistens es for hundreds of miles when it hits the master piece she holds so dear.
On her right side it a scarab rd that inside holds a sword. Unlike the puny human females her sword is with her at all times and she could easily beat any human and most elves with her blade. The sword itself is plain. The handle made of wood from an ancient tree that her grandfather helped sing into existence. A large jewel at the bottom to store energy.
She wears a ring. The ring is made of gold and in the centre is a ruby. It was given to her from her mother, it was always passed from mother to daughter on there 100Th birthday, and was full with energy from generations past. Although she would only use boreal, meaning family in the ancient language, in her monument of greatest need.
She normally wears a green dress in official occasions but when she is riding or sparing she wears green trousers and a green cloak. The reasons for this are simple. With such a tire she is easily able to maneuver. She wears black shoes that strap across her feet.
She does not care for the latest fashion in there land and wears what ever she thinks looks good on her. She does not want to be a mindless lamb to any one or anything. A king or a trend. But she looks good in rags and dresses alike. Selicia wears nothing that she does not like.
During battle Selicia wears a breastplate. It is silver and covers her entire torso. She wears shin guards and shoulderguards. Although she refuses to ever wear a helmet in battle as she is hates not being able to see the entire battlefield.
During battle she also has a bow over her shoulder and quivers to match. Although she prefers a sword to a bow she is adequate enough to use one. As her speed is increased due to her lineage ahe reinforces her shoes so they do not wear away.
Elven society likes to see people in fine clothes. and in Ellesmera she tries to do that as much as possible. But elves are not at all snobbish and would never hold wealth or clothes against you.
She once had a scare down her left arm that she got when she was attacked by a human on the edge of the forest. The Human had turned crazy due to the loss of his family to the usurper Galbatroirx.
Personality.
Selicia keep herself to her herself. Her time is split between her studies of magic and swordplay. She lives alone and is rarely seen in the forest. She suffers from the lose of her mate. A dragon rider named Felone. He died fighting the forsworn and he never returned to her. His dragon Luela is almost certainly dead to. Although she was not bonded with the dragon she they cared for each other due to the others relationship with Felone. And they had known each other for over a hundred years.
When she is not alone she is sparing or practising magic. She is a powerful magician and was taught a few things by her mate. He also taught her allot about swordplay. And it is the only two things , apart from the necklace, to remember them from. That was why she completely abandoned her poetry and became a warrior. She will see the death of the King and his turncoat dragon if it is the last thing she does. She will avenge her mate.
She does not care what other people think about her as she only cares about her training. If another thinks she is obsessed then that is there opinion. She teaches younger elves in the way of the sword and the most ancient art of magic. But some things she will tell no one. She has felt nothing like love since the forsworn attacked. She wished she was a rider and could of rode out to destroy the king. Even if she had died di#uring the battle she would of died happily as she knew she had done all she could to destroy the king.
She would give her life to any one who she could help. And if the chance arose to kill Galvatorix she would not hesitate to kill him. Although the dragon is another matter. She knows he was forced to serve the king. But in the end she o#would probably kill the king and end his tyrannical rule.
History
Selicia is one of the few alive who can say they have met dragons before the fall. No human that he knows of, expect Galbatorix, could boast that. She, like all elves, loves dragons and she cried for months w#after they perished. She knew a rider had returned to ellesmera but she could never see him as it would bring back bad memory's. Her greatest hope is the order could someday rise again.
Selicia is older than any human alive. But she is not that old compared to the elven standards. But in her life she has seen Alegsia go through so much. The golden age of the brooding kingdom. The empire and her trinick rule and the surdan government formed.
Her personal history starts as a young girl when she was lost in the forest. She knew more about magic than most at her young age and asked the wolf to take her home. From then on she was almost obsessed by Magic. She went on journeys to Illeria to read books that were as ancient as the trees in the forest.
Then she met a dragon rider and she fell in love. For almost a h8endured years they courted. Then he was killed on the field of battle.
Before his death she was a poet, a good one to, but she abandoned all of that for the arts of war. She Knew that some day the dark king would be powerful enough to over run her peope and rule all of the world with out obsticales.
Rp experience: SWRPG. Net:
If someone looked through the downpour near Yavin VIII's spaceport hard enough, they would've seen a man possessed. In a nearby alley, he was striking everything within reach with something; the building's rain gutter, the trash cans, even the walls felt his fury. Grunt of frustration and anger escaped his mouth with every swing. But just as suddenly as the whirlwind of rage began, it ended. Standing stock still in the covered alley, the man inspected his weapon of choice--a cane--with some interest...
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This was not his idea, and he was in a foul mood because of it.
The weather seemed to match Tho’re Remes’ dark disposition. It was absolutely miserable out as he walked from the spaceport to The Mountainside Tavern in the near-frozen rain. Though he didn’t care much for all the extra clothing he had been provided back on Ruusan, he’d be lying to say he wasn’t thankful for the weatherproofing on the black leather trench coat that wrapped his slender frame. The gambler had the brim of his gray fedora pulled low over his platinum locks and the collar flipped up as he made his way up the road; partially to ward off the cold, but just as much to keep from being noticed.
The less people that knew he was here, the better.
It was only a day ago that he’d been called into a private meeting with his…uhg…”master” Callista Ming, the new head of the Penumbra. Apparently, being a thinker in the Dark Jedi earned certain privileges, and Tho’re had unwittingly showed potential enough to be sent on a secret mission off-world. During Maeve’s interrogation, Tho’re had questioned her husband’s knowledge of The Sovereign Principality of Ruusan and the possibility of the higher ups wondering about the specifics said knowledge now that he was with the Jedi. Well, the psychic had been right. While Maeve had been accepted into the fold with little resistance, Callista considered her flamboyant spouse a security risk that needed to be addressed. Since the idea had originally belonged to the jokester, it seemed that the responsibility fell to him. The plan was to abduct Aefic Val and sequester him to a location even she didn’t know and—using whatever means necessary—to find out exactly what he knew.
Tho’re had protested.
“Why me? Why not your pet Vandal? He knows Aefic as well as me and probably thinks he can take care of this better. I’m not a fighter or a kidnapper…what makes you think I can do this?”
Callista listened with a smirk before responding.
“A few reasons. First and most important: Because I said so. You’re mine now bucko, and as your master you will disobey me at your own risk...and there would be risk. That simple. Only slightly secondary is that you have been to Yavin VIII before. You’re familiar with the lay of the land, and as long as you keep your pointed little nose on the task, your appearance shouldn’t raise alarm. And after your last interaction with Val, he won’t see you as a threat. You’re ability to poke around people’s heads is what got you here in the first place. It’s time you started using it to earn your keep. Besides...Vandal is Maeve's student now. He's too close to her, and the last thing we need is her getting wind of this. So by process of elimination, you'll have to do. Now hop to…and one annoying word out of your mouth before you leave this room with result in the hindrance of your ability to ever speak again.”
Coming back from the memory of the conversation nearly 24 hours before, Tho’re could just make out The Mountainside Tavern through the sleet. The establishment was a usual haunt for most Jedi at one point or another. He’d used it to find N’yssa Farifax not too long ago, and he would use it again. This was where he’d eventually find Val and hopefully capture him using a plan that should raise no alarm or cause any bloodshed. If it weren’t for the fact that he hated every second of it, the Pupil might’ve been proud of himself.
If it even work at all…
Before entering, Tho’re caught his reflection in the door’s smokey window. Brow creased, light blue eyes hard, and frowning in thought, he hardly looked like himself at all. This whole situation had really gotten to him. He was no saint, but hardly evil, and having Callista consider herself his master and control his actions didn’t sit well with him at all. Not to mention…it seemed like Aefic wasn’t all that bad of a guy. He wanted to save a girl he didn’t even know from near-certain death from the Cthon—the psychic had even helped! Granted they were both suffering from amnesia...But right now it was either him or the man with the glamorous fashion sense.
This time around he knew himself. And he was no saint…
He tried a fake smile. His reflection looked tired, but better. Switching his damaged cane to his other hand, he entered the tavern. Even if it wasn’t sparsely populated because of the crappy weather, Val would’ve been as easy to spot as a Ewok among Wookies. Oh, of COURSE he’s here right now…that’s just the Universe for ya… The two tall blonde men locked eyes and Tho’re crossed the room in long strides. He reached the table and put on what he hoped resembled his usual carefree smile.
“Hiya Val…what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
Age: 226
Race: Elf
Appearance
Selicia is a beauty to turn heads of most men across the glorious land of Alegasia. Her hair shines like the moon setting over the Boer mountains or the celebration of Agaetí Blödhren. Her Ears arch up until they are at a point and her delicate features are almost catlike. Her slanted eyes are Saphira blue. Her hair is tied up when she rides but when she lets it fall it reaches just pat her shoulders. Her hair is her most beautiful part of her body. Her muscles may not be visible but she is immensely strong. Training with swords since she was a child she is as slim as possible with out being ill.
She wears no make up and believes in natural beauty. She also has no jewelry except one piece that is close to her heart. She wears a blue diamond from the Boear mountians in a necklace that a ...friend.... gave her. She treasures the diamond beyond her own life and would die to make sure it survives. Every full moon she goes to one of the tallest trees in the forest and watches as the moonlight glistens es for hundreds of miles when it hits the master piece she holds so dear.
On her right side it a scarab rd that inside holds a sword. Unlike the puny human females her sword is with her at all times and she could easily beat any human and most elves with her blade. The sword itself is plain. The handle made of wood from an ancient tree that her grandfather helped sing into existence. A large jewel at the bottom to store energy.
She wears a ring. The ring is made of gold and in the centre is a ruby. It was given to her from her mother, it was always passed from mother to daughter on there 100Th birthday, and was full with energy from generations past. Although she would only use boreal, meaning family in the ancient language, in her monument of greatest need.
She normally wears a green dress in official occasions but when she is riding or sparing she wears green trousers and a green cloak. The reasons for this are simple. With such a tire she is easily able to maneuver. She wears black shoes that strap across her feet.
She does not care for the latest fashion in there land and wears what ever she thinks looks good on her. She does not want to be a mindless lamb to any one or anything. A king or a trend. But she looks good in rags and dresses alike. Selicia wears nothing that she does not like.
During battle Selicia wears a breastplate. It is silver and covers her entire torso. She wears shin guards and shoulderguards. Although she refuses to ever wear a helmet in battle as she is hates not being able to see the entire battlefield.
During battle she also has a bow over her shoulder and quivers to match. Although she prefers a sword to a bow she is adequate enough to use one. As her speed is increased due to her lineage ahe reinforces her shoes so they do not wear away.
Elven society likes to see people in fine clothes. and in Ellesmera she tries to do that as much as possible. But elves are not at all snobbish and would never hold wealth or clothes against you.
She once had a scare down her left arm that she got when she was attacked by a human on the edge of the forest. The Human had turned crazy due to the loss of his family to the usurper Galbatroirx.
Personality.
Selicia keep herself to her herself. Her time is split between her studies of magic and swordplay. She lives alone and is rarely seen in the forest. She suffers from the lose of her mate. A dragon rider named Felone. He died fighting the forsworn and he never returned to her. His dragon Luela is almost certainly dead to. Although she was not bonded with the dragon she they cared for each other due to the others relationship with Felone. And they had known each other for over a hundred years.
When she is not alone she is sparing or practising magic. She is a powerful magician and was taught a few things by her mate. He also taught her allot about swordplay. And it is the only two things , apart from the necklace, to remember them from. That was why she completely abandoned her poetry and became a warrior. She will see the death of the King and his turncoat dragon if it is the last thing she does. She will avenge her mate.
She does not care what other people think about her as she only cares about her training. If another thinks she is obsessed then that is there opinion. She teaches younger elves in the way of the sword and the most ancient art of magic. But some things she will tell no one. She has felt nothing like love since the forsworn attacked. She wished she was a rider and could of rode out to destroy the king. Even if she had died di#uring the battle she would of died happily as she knew she had done all she could to destroy the king.
She would give her life to any one who she could help. And if the chance arose to kill Galvatorix she would not hesitate to kill him. Although the dragon is another matter. She knows he was forced to serve the king. But in the end she o#would probably kill the king and end his tyrannical rule.
History
Selicia is one of the few alive who can say they have met dragons before the fall. No human that he knows of, expect Galbatorix, could boast that. She, like all elves, loves dragons and she cried for months w#after they perished. She knew a rider had returned to ellesmera but she could never see him as it would bring back bad memory's. Her greatest hope is the order could someday rise again.
Selicia is older than any human alive. But she is not that old compared to the elven standards. But in her life she has seen Alegsia go through so much. The golden age of the brooding kingdom. The empire and her trinick rule and the surdan government formed.
Her personal history starts as a young girl when she was lost in the forest. She knew more about magic than most at her young age and asked the wolf to take her home. From then on she was almost obsessed by Magic. She went on journeys to Illeria to read books that were as ancient as the trees in the forest.
Then she met a dragon rider and she fell in love. For almost a h8endured years they courted. Then he was killed on the field of battle.
Before his death she was a poet, a good one to, but she abandoned all of that for the arts of war. She Knew that some day the dark king would be powerful enough to over run her peope and rule all of the world with out obsticales.
Rp experience: SWRPG. Net:
If someone looked through the downpour near Yavin VIII's spaceport hard enough, they would've seen a man possessed. In a nearby alley, he was striking everything within reach with something; the building's rain gutter, the trash cans, even the walls felt his fury. Grunt of frustration and anger escaped his mouth with every swing. But just as suddenly as the whirlwind of rage began, it ended. Standing stock still in the covered alley, the man inspected his weapon of choice--a cane--with some interest...
--------------------------------------------
This was not his idea, and he was in a foul mood because of it.
The weather seemed to match Tho’re Remes’ dark disposition. It was absolutely miserable out as he walked from the spaceport to The Mountainside Tavern in the near-frozen rain. Though he didn’t care much for all the extra clothing he had been provided back on Ruusan, he’d be lying to say he wasn’t thankful for the weatherproofing on the black leather trench coat that wrapped his slender frame. The gambler had the brim of his gray fedora pulled low over his platinum locks and the collar flipped up as he made his way up the road; partially to ward off the cold, but just as much to keep from being noticed.
The less people that knew he was here, the better.
It was only a day ago that he’d been called into a private meeting with his…uhg…”master” Callista Ming, the new head of the Penumbra. Apparently, being a thinker in the Dark Jedi earned certain privileges, and Tho’re had unwittingly showed potential enough to be sent on a secret mission off-world. During Maeve’s interrogation, Tho’re had questioned her husband’s knowledge of The Sovereign Principality of Ruusan and the possibility of the higher ups wondering about the specifics said knowledge now that he was with the Jedi. Well, the psychic had been right. While Maeve had been accepted into the fold with little resistance, Callista considered her flamboyant spouse a security risk that needed to be addressed. Since the idea had originally belonged to the jokester, it seemed that the responsibility fell to him. The plan was to abduct Aefic Val and sequester him to a location even she didn’t know and—using whatever means necessary—to find out exactly what he knew.
Tho’re had protested.
“Why me? Why not your pet Vandal? He knows Aefic as well as me and probably thinks he can take care of this better. I’m not a fighter or a kidnapper…what makes you think I can do this?”
Callista listened with a smirk before responding.
“A few reasons. First and most important: Because I said so. You’re mine now bucko, and as your master you will disobey me at your own risk...and there would be risk. That simple. Only slightly secondary is that you have been to Yavin VIII before. You’re familiar with the lay of the land, and as long as you keep your pointed little nose on the task, your appearance shouldn’t raise alarm. And after your last interaction with Val, he won’t see you as a threat. You’re ability to poke around people’s heads is what got you here in the first place. It’s time you started using it to earn your keep. Besides...Vandal is Maeve's student now. He's too close to her, and the last thing we need is her getting wind of this. So by process of elimination, you'll have to do. Now hop to…and one annoying word out of your mouth before you leave this room with result in the hindrance of your ability to ever speak again.”
Coming back from the memory of the conversation nearly 24 hours before, Tho’re could just make out The Mountainside Tavern through the sleet. The establishment was a usual haunt for most Jedi at one point or another. He’d used it to find N’yssa Farifax not too long ago, and he would use it again. This was where he’d eventually find Val and hopefully capture him using a plan that should raise no alarm or cause any bloodshed. If it weren’t for the fact that he hated every second of it, the Pupil might’ve been proud of himself.
If it even work at all…
Before entering, Tho’re caught his reflection in the door’s smokey window. Brow creased, light blue eyes hard, and frowning in thought, he hardly looked like himself at all. This whole situation had really gotten to him. He was no saint, but hardly evil, and having Callista consider herself his master and control his actions didn’t sit well with him at all. Not to mention…it seemed like Aefic wasn’t all that bad of a guy. He wanted to save a girl he didn’t even know from near-certain death from the Cthon—the psychic had even helped! Granted they were both suffering from amnesia...But right now it was either him or the man with the glamorous fashion sense.
This time around he knew himself. And he was no saint…
He tried a fake smile. His reflection looked tired, but better. Switching his damaged cane to his other hand, he entered the tavern. Even if it wasn’t sparsely populated because of the crappy weather, Val would’ve been as easy to spot as a Ewok among Wookies. Oh, of COURSE he’s here right now…that’s just the Universe for ya… The two tall blonde men locked eyes and Tho’re crossed the room in long strides. He reached the table and put on what he hoped resembled his usual carefree smile.
“Hiya Val…what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
