Post by Ser'ika-chaaan! on Apr 24, 2009 19:24:12 GMT -5
Name: Moiraine Sedai (mo-RAIN seh-DIE)
Race: Human
Age: 19
Appearance: Moiraine has clear and fierce turquoise eyes, which are usually either narrowed in annoyance or staring down at a lesser being. Her sun blonde hair falls to her knees - having never been cut since she was young - and is always worn in a braid, tied with a leather thong. Surprisingly for one who has lived in the forest since she was 14, she is rigidly clean at all times. She has few scars.
Traveling clothes are her only costume. She has never had the need for anything more. A bow is veritably attached to her wrist, and an arrow is perpetually in the slot. She also has a small dagger hung from her hip, and several worn waterskins in various places. The traveling clothes are reinforced with many skins, for an array of purposes; to prevent showing wear, warmth, and armor.
Personality: She is very self-assured, even vain. She considers herself above most other people, because she taught herself everything while they were 'coddled'. Moiraine is actually quite talkative whenever she gets a chance, though she talks in a very medieval and formal style. She despises men of all sorts, because she believes that they cause too much trouble for their own worth.
History: She ran away from home at age 9, because her father beat her because her mother had died birthing her. She lived with a friendly innkeeper until she was 14, then went out into the world to earn her own keep. She travels far and wide, sometimes with others but mostly by herself. David and Aviand met her in the forest, and she traveled with them to the Varden. She successfully joined, and now serves as an undercover spy. Because she has so much spare time, she is excellent with bow, sword, and throwing knives.
Other: Woo. RP from Alagaesia.
Role Playing Example: Huntress. Moiraine's eyes widened in shock and she let go of the rider, David. This deep voice must be the dragon! It was speaking to her? My Rider and I pose you no harm or threat. I know that you know nothing of me, and so I will tell you. My name is Aviand, and I am not a king of the sky as you think. I am not even that accomplished enough to earn a bow from even a commoner let alone you. And I would have you know that the elf you see before you is my Rider, and without him, my life means nothing. I have no life. She looked twice at the man. At that moment, the wind blew his long hair off of his pointed ears, revealing what Aviand had said to be truth.Moiraine stepped back and knelt again, laying her bow, quiver, and daggers down on the ground in front of her. "Forgive me, please." she gasped, thinking it ironic to be doing this a second time, after almost mistakenly killing a magical being yet again. "It was entirely my fault and I bear witness to the fact that there may be consequence. I am ashamed of my actions, and hold fast to my duty and honour. The outcome of my awry conduct I leave to your choice." There, that ought to be cryptic enough for even an elf. Closing her eyes, she bent her head forward, as if he was going to cut her head off.
To die this way, she thought, waiting for whatever he may do. Would it not be the best way possible? Though Moiraine was forever telling herself that she was not afraid of death, now that she had seen a dragon... Seeing this majestic beast had made her realize that she didn't want to die. She knew now that there was more than killing and deception to life, and that these beings must have come from somewhere. Shivering involuntarily, she thought that maybe that was where her real place was.
Moiraine stood, putting away her weapons. "I've changed my mind. Do with me still as you believe just, but I need to know this. From whence do you both come, and what is the bond of rider and dragon? I ask forgiveness still of you both, but I no longer believe that dying is necessary to fulfill that quota of equality between us." She lifted her chin confidently, as though daring them to challenge her.
How Did You Find Us? Lily
Race: Human
Age: 19
Appearance: Moiraine has clear and fierce turquoise eyes, which are usually either narrowed in annoyance or staring down at a lesser being. Her sun blonde hair falls to her knees - having never been cut since she was young - and is always worn in a braid, tied with a leather thong. Surprisingly for one who has lived in the forest since she was 14, she is rigidly clean at all times. She has few scars.
Traveling clothes are her only costume. She has never had the need for anything more. A bow is veritably attached to her wrist, and an arrow is perpetually in the slot. She also has a small dagger hung from her hip, and several worn waterskins in various places. The traveling clothes are reinforced with many skins, for an array of purposes; to prevent showing wear, warmth, and armor.
Personality: She is very self-assured, even vain. She considers herself above most other people, because she taught herself everything while they were 'coddled'. Moiraine is actually quite talkative whenever she gets a chance, though she talks in a very medieval and formal style. She despises men of all sorts, because she believes that they cause too much trouble for their own worth.
History: She ran away from home at age 9, because her father beat her because her mother had died birthing her. She lived with a friendly innkeeper until she was 14, then went out into the world to earn her own keep. She travels far and wide, sometimes with others but mostly by herself. David and Aviand met her in the forest, and she traveled with them to the Varden. She successfully joined, and now serves as an undercover spy. Because she has so much spare time, she is excellent with bow, sword, and throwing knives.
Other: Woo. RP from Alagaesia.
Role Playing Example: Huntress. Moiraine's eyes widened in shock and she let go of the rider, David. This deep voice must be the dragon! It was speaking to her? My Rider and I pose you no harm or threat. I know that you know nothing of me, and so I will tell you. My name is Aviand, and I am not a king of the sky as you think. I am not even that accomplished enough to earn a bow from even a commoner let alone you. And I would have you know that the elf you see before you is my Rider, and without him, my life means nothing. I have no life. She looked twice at the man. At that moment, the wind blew his long hair off of his pointed ears, revealing what Aviand had said to be truth.Moiraine stepped back and knelt again, laying her bow, quiver, and daggers down on the ground in front of her. "Forgive me, please." she gasped, thinking it ironic to be doing this a second time, after almost mistakenly killing a magical being yet again. "It was entirely my fault and I bear witness to the fact that there may be consequence. I am ashamed of my actions, and hold fast to my duty and honour. The outcome of my awry conduct I leave to your choice." There, that ought to be cryptic enough for even an elf. Closing her eyes, she bent her head forward, as if he was going to cut her head off.
To die this way, she thought, waiting for whatever he may do. Would it not be the best way possible? Though Moiraine was forever telling herself that she was not afraid of death, now that she had seen a dragon... Seeing this majestic beast had made her realize that she didn't want to die. She knew now that there was more than killing and deception to life, and that these beings must have come from somewhere. Shivering involuntarily, she thought that maybe that was where her real place was.
Moiraine stood, putting away her weapons. "I've changed my mind. Do with me still as you believe just, but I need to know this. From whence do you both come, and what is the bond of rider and dragon? I ask forgiveness still of you both, but I no longer believe that dying is necessary to fulfill that quota of equality between us." She lifted her chin confidently, as though daring them to challenge her.
How Did You Find Us? Lily
