Post by neopanther on Aug 25, 2009 17:52:28 GMT -5
Characters Name: Slilezr Ar'Feiniel
Pronounced: Slih –LEZ – are ARE – fiyn - elle
True Name status: unknown to any other than herself
Phenotypical Age: 20 years
Actual Age: 126 years
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Alliance: first to the elves, second to the Varden
Personality: Slilezr, as many elves, has a strong, evasive trait to her, she will remain, vague, and impartial as far as she can. But her personality, is strong, unlike many elves, she has a strong wit, and a wicked humour. She is sharp, beyond compare, many normal elves frown upon her for being such, but she enjoys it. She enjoys seeing the look on people’s faces.
Though she disregards her society in so many ways, by not being such a stereotypical elf, she is however, high on the whole formalities of the elves, and expects such protocol when she comes in contact with any elf. She rarely likes to speak the tongue of man, but she will when needs be. She is also a vegetarian, these are two of very few elvish customs she does adhere to.
She also has an insatiable curiosity, and loves to show off her skills, which can often get her in trouble, but most times, she narrowly misses it. She doesn’t usually like to be bound by rules, and is usually frowned upon by the members of higher society, for the blatant disrespect, for most of her cultures ways and traditions.
Having worked with the Varden now, for an extended period of time, she is very diplomatic now, knowing how to play one person off against another if necessary. But she prefers not to do it too often.
Appearance: Her hair is a deep irony colour - though it can appear black more often than not, the dark hematite kind of shit appearing only in decent lighting.
Her skin is pale, here eyes a striking amethyst colour – modified, of course - they used to be blue once upon a time, but she felt they needed to be changed. She is as sleek as any elf, svelte in body, though perhaps a tad thin looking, mainly because she often forgets to eat through being busy and what not.
Despite this, she is incredibly strong, her thin limbs well muscled and developed from the time she has spent as a rider, and practicing through warfare.
She's fairly tall, taller perhaps than a regular man, her long legs making her looks slightly out of proportion, but it gives her something unusually handsome about her. She bears a few scars, one circling the base of her neck, on the right hand side, where a necklace might sit. it's about five inches long, but she never bothered to erase it, for it is a mark of who she is, along with the memories it bares, she wouldn't get rid of it.
She’s dominantly left-handed, despite this she wields her weapons and magic with her right. For she believes it gives her an advantage. If her opponent, or those around her believe she is right handed in fights, then when she uses her more dominant left hand, and can turn the heat up - then they are at a disadvantage. Her reactions and such trimmed sharper and faster than in her right.
History: Birthed to the Elven city of Kitran, Slilezr grew in the shadow of her parent’s watchful eye. She grew strong, and proficient with her father’s bow, and her mother’s blade, becoming somewhat of a warrior, and as all elves, over proficient in magic, one of the finest, even of her race. When she reached her mid-teens equivalent of Elven years, her parents could teach her no more. Taking her to Osilin, where she learned all she could from her master, named Círdan Tasartir, who taught her of every thing he knew also. Which she learned with fluent ease.
At the age of 23, her magic now strong, and her bow and sword a rival to be matched. After spending three years in Osilin, training, she is soon to return to her hometown of Kitran.
After returning to Kitran, she found her father had been called to aid the Varden. She followed him South, taking on towards the home of the Varden. Here, she learned about the other races of Alagaesia, in a much more hands on manner than her tomes had ever presented her with. She found that humans were impulsive beyond compare, dwarves were stubborn and as set in stone as their lives were set in them (generally). She found experiences off all sorts of politics that she couldn’t imagine would get so heated. She felt cosseted, now opened up to this elaborate and wide world.
But as years passed, she became acquainted with them, and their ways, she seen humans age, and dwarves remain immovable. But, she did find one way that a dwarf became almost pliable.
She was scouting through the Beor Mountains, searching around for creatures and such like. When she came across the path of a dwarf, a young fellow certainly, he was battling a Nagra, perhaps twice or three times his own height. The creature was in a blind rage, kept fighting only by adrenalin, but the rush that came off the giant boar was enough to be backing the Dwarf into the mountainside, and slowly losing.
She wove a field of fog around the creature, creating dwarves of multitude to back up the young mister, and it gave the dwarf enough time to catch the creature in a final blow that finished it off.
The dwarf thanked her for her help, begrudged as he was, her quick thinking had saved both his life and his pride, she hadn’t made the creature flee, and she hadn’t taken his quarry, he could take the beast home and say he killed it, with honesty.
Later, when she returned to the mountain city with the dwarf she’d saved, named Guwed, she found that he was coming of age, and that this was his trophy, that he was the son, eldest and only of Dûrgrimst Vrenshrrgn, the war wolves, he quickly challenged Slilezr to a fight, for the honour of his clan. She fought like a Trojan, a true warrior, and for her comparative age, only the phenotypical age of a 14 year old human at this time, she didn’t manage to out fight him. Mainly, this was the fault of the fact her pride and her own honour stopped her from using magic, for he was unable to. She used her sword (likely her weakest of weapons), and after a long fight, he got the better of her. She bowed to his superiority, and all was well with Dûrgrimst Vrenshrrgn once more.
However, it was perhaps half a year after this event, which the clan leader, Guwed’s father, came to Slilezr once more, and presented her with a fine weapon. A long Halberd, it was taller than her, but the clan leader explained that this was for her to grow into, she would grow into the weapon, and it would suit her better than sword or bow.
She was over come with gratitude, she thanked him for the great weapon, that was heavy, by weapon standards, if felt almost as though it were carved from a metal stone, but she knew it was some strange dwarven meld of stone and metal, some mineral alloy that she could just about place, but not name. She asked him the name of the weapon, he replied to her,
“Knurlshrrgn – it means Wolf of Stone – it shows the ties to this clan, and a giant wolf of stone is a fierce predator, and one that can rival your force lady Slilezr.”
To this she thanked him even more, and told him that his words were misplaced, but she was thankful nonetheless. He told her to take it and be grateful, and to go practice down with her new weapon.
Sure enough, she did, and she did every night, learning politics and the workings of the Varden by day, and the way of her new Halberd. It took her several years, but as predicted, she is more at ease with the long reach of the Halberd, it is where her strength lay.
Slilezr, since, has been on a few undercover missions for the Varden, but mostly she has acted as a relay between the Varden and Ellesmera.
Weapons: She wields both Blade and bow, equally well, though her preferred weapon is Halberd. She wields everything with her right hand, despite left being her dominant. Only switching if she needs the final advantage
from top to bottom
Mor'ranr ~ The sword was her own creation, she spent a long time crafting it to precision, spelling it, and crafting it with a love and passion that gave it a brilliant finish.
Hljodhr ~ the bow, a gift from her father when she became a member of the Varden
KnurlShrrgn ~ Wolf of Stone (dwarvish) This was a gift from the dwarves, they recognised her slight awkwardness with a sword, and the clan leader of Durgumist Vrenshrrgn commissioned her this piece, and had one crafted one for her. The dwarf naming it this, giving his reason to the elf as 'a giant stone wolf is a fierce predator, one that can rival your force’.
Horse
Ayilar.
Chestnut colt from the forests of Du Weldervarden.
Ayilar is a companion of hers of old. He tends to follow her even without Slilezr necessarily wanting him to.
RP example
Slilezr was sat atop Ariyal, Mor’ranr hung to her left, awkward almost in her stance, but her eyes held a fearless air that few would mess with. Amethyst eyes scowled the horizon of the burning plains; she huffed, telling Ariyal to run on towards Lithgow. The chestnut whinnied to himself, and went through his gears until he reached a gallop, trying not to perturb his bareback rider too much as he did. Ariyal was considerate like that, and for it? Slilezr was thankful. She kept a hawk-like eye out as they crossed the burning planes, praying that the sky would not darken with the body of Thorn, or Shruikan, or similar. The last thing she would want would be to fight a dragon and/or Rider from horseback. A severe disadvantage, even if she did ride with her halberd. It would give an edge over her sword certainly.
But nothing came, and that made her more suspicious, surely the empire had eyes over the burning planes? Any sort of proficient mage could pick out her Elven heritage within an instant if they lingered on her presence for anything longer than a second.
Within the day, Ariyal had carried her to the city, she wished the horse well, and bid him to stay outside of the walls, grass was short, and scrubby here, but, she sang to them for a short while, and poured a good lot of what water she had remaining.
She turned sharply, petted the horse on the snout with a fond tenderness born of old friendship, and then ran on her own feet, to the gates of Lithgow, she would bear he message, as always, swift and faultlessly.
Edit:: Sorry that totally was not supposed to be there - she was my main character on another Eragon board apologies, on my quick scan of her personality - I didnt manage to pick that one up x.x - so it is amended
Pronounced: Slih –LEZ – are ARE – fiyn - elle
True Name status: unknown to any other than herself
Phenotypical Age: 20 years
Actual Age: 126 years
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Alliance: first to the elves, second to the Varden
Personality: Slilezr, as many elves, has a strong, evasive trait to her, she will remain, vague, and impartial as far as she can. But her personality, is strong, unlike many elves, she has a strong wit, and a wicked humour. She is sharp, beyond compare, many normal elves frown upon her for being such, but she enjoys it. She enjoys seeing the look on people’s faces.
Though she disregards her society in so many ways, by not being such a stereotypical elf, she is however, high on the whole formalities of the elves, and expects such protocol when she comes in contact with any elf. She rarely likes to speak the tongue of man, but she will when needs be. She is also a vegetarian, these are two of very few elvish customs she does adhere to.
She also has an insatiable curiosity, and loves to show off her skills, which can often get her in trouble, but most times, she narrowly misses it. She doesn’t usually like to be bound by rules, and is usually frowned upon by the members of higher society, for the blatant disrespect, for most of her cultures ways and traditions.
Having worked with the Varden now, for an extended period of time, she is very diplomatic now, knowing how to play one person off against another if necessary. But she prefers not to do it too often.
Appearance: Her hair is a deep irony colour - though it can appear black more often than not, the dark hematite kind of shit appearing only in decent lighting.
Her skin is pale, here eyes a striking amethyst colour – modified, of course - they used to be blue once upon a time, but she felt they needed to be changed. She is as sleek as any elf, svelte in body, though perhaps a tad thin looking, mainly because she often forgets to eat through being busy and what not.
Despite this, she is incredibly strong, her thin limbs well muscled and developed from the time she has spent as a rider, and practicing through warfare.
She's fairly tall, taller perhaps than a regular man, her long legs making her looks slightly out of proportion, but it gives her something unusually handsome about her. She bears a few scars, one circling the base of her neck, on the right hand side, where a necklace might sit. it's about five inches long, but she never bothered to erase it, for it is a mark of who she is, along with the memories it bares, she wouldn't get rid of it.
She’s dominantly left-handed, despite this she wields her weapons and magic with her right. For she believes it gives her an advantage. If her opponent, or those around her believe she is right handed in fights, then when she uses her more dominant left hand, and can turn the heat up - then they are at a disadvantage. Her reactions and such trimmed sharper and faster than in her right.
History: Birthed to the Elven city of Kitran, Slilezr grew in the shadow of her parent’s watchful eye. She grew strong, and proficient with her father’s bow, and her mother’s blade, becoming somewhat of a warrior, and as all elves, over proficient in magic, one of the finest, even of her race. When she reached her mid-teens equivalent of Elven years, her parents could teach her no more. Taking her to Osilin, where she learned all she could from her master, named Círdan Tasartir, who taught her of every thing he knew also. Which she learned with fluent ease.
At the age of 23, her magic now strong, and her bow and sword a rival to be matched. After spending three years in Osilin, training, she is soon to return to her hometown of Kitran.
After returning to Kitran, she found her father had been called to aid the Varden. She followed him South, taking on towards the home of the Varden. Here, she learned about the other races of Alagaesia, in a much more hands on manner than her tomes had ever presented her with. She found that humans were impulsive beyond compare, dwarves were stubborn and as set in stone as their lives were set in them (generally). She found experiences off all sorts of politics that she couldn’t imagine would get so heated. She felt cosseted, now opened up to this elaborate and wide world.
But as years passed, she became acquainted with them, and their ways, she seen humans age, and dwarves remain immovable. But, she did find one way that a dwarf became almost pliable.
She was scouting through the Beor Mountains, searching around for creatures and such like. When she came across the path of a dwarf, a young fellow certainly, he was battling a Nagra, perhaps twice or three times his own height. The creature was in a blind rage, kept fighting only by adrenalin, but the rush that came off the giant boar was enough to be backing the Dwarf into the mountainside, and slowly losing.
She wove a field of fog around the creature, creating dwarves of multitude to back up the young mister, and it gave the dwarf enough time to catch the creature in a final blow that finished it off.
The dwarf thanked her for her help, begrudged as he was, her quick thinking had saved both his life and his pride, she hadn’t made the creature flee, and she hadn’t taken his quarry, he could take the beast home and say he killed it, with honesty.
Later, when she returned to the mountain city with the dwarf she’d saved, named Guwed, she found that he was coming of age, and that this was his trophy, that he was the son, eldest and only of Dûrgrimst Vrenshrrgn, the war wolves, he quickly challenged Slilezr to a fight, for the honour of his clan. She fought like a Trojan, a true warrior, and for her comparative age, only the phenotypical age of a 14 year old human at this time, she didn’t manage to out fight him. Mainly, this was the fault of the fact her pride and her own honour stopped her from using magic, for he was unable to. She used her sword (likely her weakest of weapons), and after a long fight, he got the better of her. She bowed to his superiority, and all was well with Dûrgrimst Vrenshrrgn once more.
However, it was perhaps half a year after this event, which the clan leader, Guwed’s father, came to Slilezr once more, and presented her with a fine weapon. A long Halberd, it was taller than her, but the clan leader explained that this was for her to grow into, she would grow into the weapon, and it would suit her better than sword or bow.
She was over come with gratitude, she thanked him for the great weapon, that was heavy, by weapon standards, if felt almost as though it were carved from a metal stone, but she knew it was some strange dwarven meld of stone and metal, some mineral alloy that she could just about place, but not name. She asked him the name of the weapon, he replied to her,
“Knurlshrrgn – it means Wolf of Stone – it shows the ties to this clan, and a giant wolf of stone is a fierce predator, and one that can rival your force lady Slilezr.”
To this she thanked him even more, and told him that his words were misplaced, but she was thankful nonetheless. He told her to take it and be grateful, and to go practice down with her new weapon.
Sure enough, she did, and she did every night, learning politics and the workings of the Varden by day, and the way of her new Halberd. It took her several years, but as predicted, she is more at ease with the long reach of the Halberd, it is where her strength lay.
Slilezr, since, has been on a few undercover missions for the Varden, but mostly she has acted as a relay between the Varden and Ellesmera.
Weapons: She wields both Blade and bow, equally well, though her preferred weapon is Halberd. She wields everything with her right hand, despite left being her dominant. Only switching if she needs the final advantage
from top to bottom
Mor'ranr ~ The sword was her own creation, she spent a long time crafting it to precision, spelling it, and crafting it with a love and passion that gave it a brilliant finish.
Hljodhr ~ the bow, a gift from her father when she became a member of the Varden
KnurlShrrgn ~ Wolf of Stone (dwarvish) This was a gift from the dwarves, they recognised her slight awkwardness with a sword, and the clan leader of Durgumist Vrenshrrgn commissioned her this piece, and had one crafted one for her. The dwarf naming it this, giving his reason to the elf as 'a giant stone wolf is a fierce predator, one that can rival your force’.
Horse
Ayilar.
Chestnut colt from the forests of Du Weldervarden.
Ayilar is a companion of hers of old. He tends to follow her even without Slilezr necessarily wanting him to.
RP example
Slilezr was sat atop Ariyal, Mor’ranr hung to her left, awkward almost in her stance, but her eyes held a fearless air that few would mess with. Amethyst eyes scowled the horizon of the burning plains; she huffed, telling Ariyal to run on towards Lithgow. The chestnut whinnied to himself, and went through his gears until he reached a gallop, trying not to perturb his bareback rider too much as he did. Ariyal was considerate like that, and for it? Slilezr was thankful. She kept a hawk-like eye out as they crossed the burning planes, praying that the sky would not darken with the body of Thorn, or Shruikan, or similar. The last thing she would want would be to fight a dragon and/or Rider from horseback. A severe disadvantage, even if she did ride with her halberd. It would give an edge over her sword certainly.
But nothing came, and that made her more suspicious, surely the empire had eyes over the burning planes? Any sort of proficient mage could pick out her Elven heritage within an instant if they lingered on her presence for anything longer than a second.
Within the day, Ariyal had carried her to the city, she wished the horse well, and bid him to stay outside of the walls, grass was short, and scrubby here, but, she sang to them for a short while, and poured a good lot of what water she had remaining.
She turned sharply, petted the horse on the snout with a fond tenderness born of old friendship, and then ran on her own feet, to the gates of Lithgow, she would bear he message, as always, swift and faultlessly.
Edit:: Sorry that totally was not supposed to be there - she was my main character on another Eragon board apologies, on my quick scan of her personality - I didnt manage to pick that one up x.x - so it is amended
