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My Canon Charater King Orrin &Then My half Elf Shale Carez
Then My Dwarven Weapons Master Dewar & last but not least My Elf Levanna , who is one of My Faves hehehe Hope you Enjoy

Name: King Orrin of Surda
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Loyalty: To Surda first of all & the Varden
Age: 24
Profession: King of Surda & part time Chemistry & new fight training with a Dwarven weapons master

Appearance:
King Orrin has Extremely powerful legs, front arms &strong abs of all the horseback riding & Cavalry training, but the rest of his body lacks that trait from not training them so much with all the time he had spent in his labs. His face has a strong look to it, but his mouth looks to be in a perpetual smile, unusual for a ruler. King Orrin has Black hair & bright green eyes shining with a spark of Enthusiasm.
His Favorite attire is not as kingly as one should expect, but he wears it when he goes horseback riding, It’s a Kingly cape but beneath it he wears a Normal white tunic &brown Cavalry greaves with dark boots than covers his greaves up to his ankles, But when going to a counsel he slips into something suited. He always wears a rapier for his weapon at hand, unless he goes into battle which is then a Long sword as his favored weapon.

Personality:
Orrin is a somewhat strange ruler, he tends to defy the picture people normally have of a ruler, because not all serious at first glance, he has a perpetual smile on his face, he acts more cheery than would seem under the grave circumstances Surda has befallen. After the Last two battles Orrin has earned much wisdom, yet he goes to work with problems in a much more cheery way, That alone place him aside from other rulers. He loves his science & Like Lady Nasuada found out he knows more than his nature would seem....though through experience a more serious side to the young King shows when times are desperate

History:
King Orrin is the Young Ruler of Surda; which lies just south of the Broddring Kingdom, from which Galbatorix rules, Surda escaped being annexed into the Empire by seeming harmless to Galbatorix. During the past century, King Orrin; like his deceased Father Larkin & Grandfather, had been using up its resources secretly conducting guerrilla warfare with the Empire and supporting the Varden. Because of the disparity between the power of the Empire and that of Surda, the smaller country had remained for decades neutral till the Varden had moved to Surda, which had forced King Orrin into direct alliance with the Varden.
King Orrin rules Surda from the Borromeo Castle at Aberon, the capital of Surda, King Orrin is well trained in battle even though he Initially lacks experience of war tactics after he had taken to studying chemistry and physics to give him some free time from the stresses of being a Leader, but with the war of the burning plains coming closer Orrin had taken time for battle tactics. Though Nasuada had thought Initially that he was wasting his time in the Lab, he had given her the advice of taking some stress free time from all her worries each day, this then Lead to Nasuada taking the advice & finally figured out a way to support her people.

Borromeo Castle where Orrin stays is situated on a high bluff giving its inhabitants and guards excellent views of the surrounding area. Though it serves as a security measure for the Orrin’s castle, Orrin Enjoys having such a view, it sometimes gives him peace if he could not find it in his Labs, he also stargazed from some of the balconies, Stars always Inspired Orrin & some say it’s because of the beautiful stars that he is always cheerful. The ballista mounted on Borromeo's battlements (as well as the towers circling Aberon) were especially designed to shoot down approaching dragons, a precautionary measure no doubt installed to fight the Imperial Dragons. Which Leaves the un-hatched eggs Much safer within the hall they reside in. Orrin as a child wanted to fire one of those Ballistae, he was almost successful before a guard had caught him trying to fire the thing, though Orrin’s Father Larkin had been furious, Orrin’s mentor & teacher had calmed Orrin’s father. His teacher had taught him many things including a lot about philosophy& science, which was the young Orrin’s most Favorite subjects, in which he also excelled in. The other Love of Orrin was Horses, he always Loved riding horses, & when he was old enough he took to training with the Cavalry under his mentor’s supervision. Orrin tended to skip some of the ground sword fighting sessions, he was always there for the Horse related training sessions though. He had learned a lot of fighting skills from horseback.

Orrin considers himself a philosopher and a scientist, to which end he conducts many chemical experiments in his laboratory, hoping to augment his future experiments through use of magic, after having a chance to see how Trianna from Du Vrangr Gata had discovered two entirely new gasses with magic, Orrin wish to try & see if he is capable of magic or not. Orrin is easily distracted by the pleasures of his hobbies and often does not concentrate fully on the vast problems facing both Surda and the Varden. But during the Battle of the Burning Plains, he and the Surdan cavalry had played a crucial part of the Varden's victory & he had shown his leadership under the drastic circumstances.

After that there was the battle of Melian where King Orrin was Injured by Arrows through the foot & his right shoulder, he had healed totally over the months, but he still have a stiff right arm which he is busy working on to heal. Recently he had sent word for Tarnag to see if the dwarfs could send a weapons master to fill the position within Aberon, the Dwarfs had then sent their best weapons master, Orrin felt very fortunate of receiving the Dwarfs Best. He had taken the chance to start Private training sessions with the weapons master, he wanted to train himself better for future battles.

Other:
Orrin tends to be Best friends with his most trusted servants &is always a gentleman towards Friends

Roleplaying Experience: Again with the recapping sorry, but it helps for reference

…the bird’s song travelled through the window, creating a merry tune with the already whistling King Orrin. His mind wandered off into the distance as he worked in His lab, he tried burning different types of Ingredients, but most had shown no direct reaction & some extremely slowed reactions. While he was in deep thought he had almost knocked over the tray with his afternoon tea on it, but As he caught the tray his eyes had fallen upon the sugar in the sugar cup, He smiled & spoke his thoughts out loud “Hmmm Never thought of trying everyday components “ as he wanted to go experiment on the sugar he walked past one of the white substances that had took a long while to catch aflame & suddenly a spark went up in Orrin’s mind & he threw some sugar with the substance, he brought his candle over & held it over the mixed components, as soon as the flame caught the combined substances it burned out in fast smoke, but dissipated after only a moment, he scratched his head in wonder at the reaction. His mind raced over this new development, & after a moment a thought had struck him, he quickly thought that maybe he should melt the sugar slowly & then combine it with the substance just to slow the sugar’s fast reaction along with the other substance & the flame.
Orrin quickly searched for a holder for the candle & the small dish with the sugar, but couldn’t see one Lying around in the front part of the lab, But as Orrin wanted to go to the back of the lab a small knock came on the door, hurriedly Orrin said “Enter at your own risk” after a moment his personal seneschal, Dahwa came into the room & said “Sire, mind if I remind you Master Dewar has been waiting for you in the Courtyard for a short while” after a moment of nothing coming from behind the Retorts & Tubes the Older man asked “Sire?” the clinking of glass baubles continued till Orrin suddenly popped his head around the Corner & said “Yes, Dahwa, What Can I help you with today?” he said while he fixed the sugar dish over the candle in the holder, slowly melting the sugar, after a few moments Orrin was satisfied &combined the melted sugar with the other white powdery substance, as the ingredients mixed Orrin brought the flame closer. As Dahwa wanted to say something Orrin started to burn the mixture, & after a moment of nothing A sudden flash of smoke appeared & the room started to fill with a white cloud of smoke, coughing hard Orrin grabbed Dahwa’s arm & exit the Smoke filled room.

Outside the two coughed a bit before Orrin said “You wanted to say…?” coughing again, the older man cleared his throat as he regained his composure & said “Sire if you don’t mind me asking, was that suppose to happen?” Orrin Looked straight at the man, Smiling as he said “Well Yes! But to that Extent I’m not truly certain nor did I expect it, I will have to experiment a bit more with those two components & in smaller quantities to reach a solid answer…” Orrin’s eyes wandered as he went into deep thought.

After a moment Dahwa asked a bit confused at the sudden day dreaming of the King “Sire? Everything Alright” Orrin suddenly shood his head clear & Flashed the smaller man a bright smile “Yes again my Dear friend, I was thinking that if I’m correct at my studies this would make a very interesting to use at certain times…” his voice wandered off as he was in deep thought yet again…

“Sire?” the man asked again, Orrin Suddenly got a wicked smile on his face “Oh my… this is indeed an interesting discovery Old friend” totally confused the older man asked “Why so sire, if I may Inquire?” Orrin pat the older man on the shoulder “Why a handy Escape from the Tedious sessions listening to the complaints of people, of Course” Smiling as if he had received a great gift, saying “Fascinating, Absolutely Fascinating Dahwa my old friend, Don’t you think?” he looked back at the older man seeing the total surprise of the answer to his question on his face, starting to Protest “But Sire, the council Members won’t Lik…e…”Orrin Interrupted the older man quickly “Tish tosh… First the council members have to Catch me in the act” chuckling almost out loud at his seeming brilliant plan, smiling brightly at the absolute surprised older man.

As he was pondering further on his new development he suddenly remembered something, turning to the older man he asked “Oh, almost forgot, What did you come to ask me Earlier” the Old Man’s eyes went wide as he quickly said “OH!! Sire Master Dewar has been waiting all this time for you in the courtyard, his going to be quite grumpy Sire ,He don’t like the Idea of you being Late for your Practice sessions at all, especially after Sire had missed the last training session altogether, Sire should hurry!”

Orrin put his hand to his mouth in shock of remembering his training session “OH NO!! I’m Late ..again…” the Old man nodded in a ‘used to’ way “Yes Sire” Scratching his head Orrin said “I might be the King, but that Dwarf sure can make my training a lot harder when I’m late”, his stomach turning at the memory of the hard training the Dwarf can give when he was ever Late. Looking around in a hurry he asked “Where is my gear Master Dahwa?” The Older man replied “Where you left it Sire, hanging in your Room… ...Sire” Orrin’s face lit up at the recollection of the memory & he hurried off to his room to get his training gear.

After quickly fitting his attire accordingly for his training session he was off to the courtyard. Orrin ran through the halls, he knew the council never approved of him running like a wild man through the Castle, but he liked the running, it always refreshed his mind when he was stuck with a problem. As he neared the courtyard he could see the Dark haired dwarf tapping his foot on the ground with folded arms. Orrin winced at the expression on the short Weapons Master’s face, he knew he was going to get a brutal training session yet again.

Orrin Stopped his running as he entered the courtyard, & walked over to the Stocky Dwarf & said “Yes… Yes …I know I’m late….’Again’ , I got caught up in a experiment Master Dwarf” the Dwarf only shook his head & shrugged as they started towards the training area....

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~Sha-lemayn Carez~
~SHALE~

Name: Sha-lemayn Carez (Shale)

Race: Half-Elf Thief/Assassin/spy

Allegiance:

Age: 31

Appearance: Shale is a Sturdy Half-Elf with Extremely Powerful upper body strength of his long hours of climbing up buildings, Only his half pointed ears give away his part elven heritage. He has shortish black hair with two medium length streaks of hair on the sides of his face ,his eyes is a dark dark blue with Soft hints of platinum ,giving it a lightning effect & making his eyes seem like dark stormy seas .

He has a fair skin but mostly showing is his face from under his dark grey hooded cloak which he always tended to keep up when he was in Teirm. His finger tips inches out from the holes in his modified gloves for extra grip. His Clothes is fairly light in weight & his boots are a bit edged in front for climbing purposes, he has a small hidden belt under his cloak with Five throwing knives. On his body He has a pair of Angel/Dragon wing tattoos going down on his back ,& a medium size Male Dragon Head tattoo on his Right Upper Arm & a also a Medium sized Female Dragon head tattood on his Left upper arm, but can rarely be seen because of his tendacies to where shirts that cover up to his biceps &cloaks.

Personality: Being raised on the streets Shale is Extremely Adaptive & quick to respond to situations ,he always looks for the best course of action ,but likes to hear what other people would think .He really always enjoys company ,though all the thieves he grew up with were male. He always like Sitting on the Highest rooftops ,just watching what goes on in the city below him as if longing for something.

He has this Affinity for Nature &it Always calm him down when he is irritated or angry. He has a Strong Personality with a bright smile ,but at night& during conflict he is a focused warrior ,he likes to just sit &hide in the shadows before he starts with his work, Observe what is happening in the darkness of the night .

Sometimes when seeing violence in a dark alleyway it pains him a bit ,Because he hates Unfairness when it comes to fighting ,if its an even match he doesn't mind too much ,but as soon as someone stronger starts a fight with someone who don't have a chance ,it has been known that a third character have stepped in from the shadows ,Thats why Shale is Known as a Shadow Hunter ! He has some good in him ,something fair &Noble sometimes guiding his actions ,though he don't recognize it yet .

He has A Emptiness in his heart & always think back to his deceased mother ,in his dreams he always find her comforting hand telling him he has a different future ,that most of the time leaves him wondering if there is someone out there who would understand him ,who would help him find his path.

History: Shale is the son of a Female Elf & Human Father . Shale only knew his mother for 9 years. After his mother had died by a deadly arrow to the chest -which was what his father had told him- he stayed with his father, his human father had lived with him but in "depression" of losing his love. His father often started visiting taverns for a long time and after a few years one night his father didn't come back! Abandoned & all alone Shale, age 12, had to fend for himself &find his own food. He at least still had his father’s old shack as a place to stay &quickly he had found friends in the secretive thieves guild, how ironic that path was, never occured to Shale until later in his life. There umongst the thieves of Teirm he
was taught how to pick pockets ,pick locks & steal without being seen or caught.

After a long time he had mastered the art of stealing ,though he only stole when necessary ,strangely his consciousness weighed on him& he felt that deep feeling inside him when he did something unnecessary . He was one of the youngest thieves ,but also one of the most resourceful& agile. He was quickly becoming one of the best ! After his Dearest Friend Rino(also a thief) was killed by a rogue spy of the Empire Shale had made it his
objective in life to hunt down the murderous scum & kill him. Only a few days later a body was found in the sewers with dagger wounds in it....

From that day forward he was secretly an Assassin & spy, hunting down any murderers ,but deep inside him he only wanted the murdering to stop . He was desperately looking for an escape from this dark world ,he so long to be an Adventurer with someone who would save His life ! But one day he unfortunately was found doing something of his assassin side. He had witnessed another Empire spy killing a young fellow who the spy believed was a Varden supporter who had discovered this spy . Shale had jumped down from the roof & went through the shadows till he had reached the Spy ,leaping out striking one shot through neck a killing blow ! But as he had struck the spy two Guards came around the corner Witnessing the kill .......

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.......After that fateful night his life took a road that he never could have expected, he was a hunted man, a particular Imperial Mage hunted through every hook & cranny of Teirm, Finally confronting the mage while entering his tower for rest. The half Elf was lucky to have caught the mage by surprise & finally ended the man's life who had tormented his life for those long weeks, But what Shale found in the tower & in the mage's possession would make him ultimately leave the City he grew up in, After a chance meeting with meeting with Roran strong Hammer &a group of Imperial soldiers &a furious sorcerer they were forced to leave the city .

Shale wanted Roran to deliver the secret documents to King Orrin in Surda, but unforseen events made him end up traveling with Roran to Surda all the while being hunted, On their way he met a Elf who had saved their lives, Lovinoraem, The three of them made their way towards Dras leona after a grevious battle close to lake leona, while Rae & Roran was seriously wounded & healing in a Old Couple's Home Shale made a Shocking discovery about his Parents .........

Other: he Wields Two Razor Sharp Daggers -One he stole from a very rich Nobleman's collection, & the other was the Dagger from the friend he saw murdered- with another Hidden dagger in his Boot & Five Throwing Knives

Role Playing Example: blending into shadow the nighthawk Observed the scurrying below in the streets . Leaning towards the other edge he could see the usual traffic in & out of the tavern ,but to him it was all so useless to waste gold on ale ,he much rather spend it on rare equipment . The Nighthawk jumped down to a lower over cropping roof ,landing gracefully as a cat .Quickly running along the roof he came to a dimly lighted alley way "ah some of my friends was through here" he said recognizing the small patches of grime on the cobble stones ,mostly because the thieves Hide out in secret parts of the sewers . Shale gave a short burst of speed running to the edge of the roof ,Jumping with such power over to the next roof ,shale being half elf gave him an Huge Edge over the other Human thieves .

Softly treading to the wall of a second story building ,he hugged the ruff surface closely while peering around the corner seeing the window was still open shale said with relief " Good ,its still open ,luck is still with me, for now at least". Reaching around the corner Shale grabbed on to a sturdy stone in the ruff wall ,placing his foot on a small ledge made by two misplaced stones in the wall .Shale hugged the wall ,using his masterful climbing skills he swing from stone to ledge ,Handheld to crevice in the wall ,after a few short minutes he reached the small window .

The Half Elf peered into the dark room ,with his slightly tuned eye sight he saw two figures sleeping soundly on a bed with a velvet look to it ,Shale softly pushed his upper body through the window ,gently pushing one leg along with it . His Boot softly touching down on the hard floor ,Shale thought ... luckily it isn't normal wood, i hate that creeking floors .... sighing as he looked down at the concrete floor.

After a few Moments Shale was all the way in .He then started sneaking to the small lockbox on the drawer next to the night stand of the bed. Step by soft step he made his way across the room . After a couple of minutes he was looking at the lockbox ,Softly removing a small lockpick from his Dark Cloak . positioning it at the entrance of the small lock he gently inserted the lockpick . Fiddling around with the tumblers he succeeded without too much effort . Removing a nice amount of gold from the lockbox shale left the dark room without a sound ,only a shadow disappearing of into the night ......

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~Dewar~

NAME: Dewar Thunderbelly
RACE: Dwarf
Occupation:Weapon's Master
Allegiance: Varden & his Dwarven clan
AGE: 170

APPEARANCE: Dewar is a very strong Dwarf for his age ,He Has been Herding in the mountains for years ,so he has Strong fast legs with the typical barreled chest common to dwarven males ,his resilience to the colder mountain air can almost be seen on the complexion of his skin.

With a thick Dark beard restrained with silver lined metal tubes on his chest. Dewar Has black Hair with A Large Braided section at the back of his Head . He dont where a helm but instead a Large Dark lined Hooded Cloak .Protruding from his Masculant winter seasoned Face Dewars eyes can be said to have a Dark blue colour with a green tint to it

With thick Dark Leathered Breeches with a padded torso & thick leather Boots ,his gaunlets are also thick padded Leather but with three Iron spikes at each glove on the top of the Hand ,he Wields 2 Onesided Axes which he can strap over his back.

PERSONALITY: ah Dewar is a Smart Sturdy male ,but thick headed when it omes to woman ,He totaly goes blank when they talk to him(he is shy deep down ,but WOULD NEVER Admit it Himself) ! But when it comes to protecting the people he cares for he is FEARSOME &EXTREMELY Brave ,He has quite a good sense of humour ,& he was working tiredlessly on being mellow when it comes to woman ,he was making, some, progress !

He is a sucker for groveling at the Female Dwarf he likes Dad's Feet ,he will do Anything to prove himself worthy of Her Dad's Trust & her hand in Marraige ,though he sometimes regret that word 'ANYTHING" ! Dewar is a Kind Yet Stubborn Dwarf , & Some of his Friends Likes playing on his feelings to make him Angry for their Enjoyment ,He often break lose in a play fight ,& laughing at them when they get a purple eye for making him angry for sports
! Dewar Truly take joy in life, training, fighting & drinking Ale

HISTORY:Dewar has been a herding Feldunost for Most of his life in the Mountains ,he always Enjoyed the Clear mountain air ,& some good Company ! He is as brave as any of his clan ,Durgrimst Feldunost ! Travelers revered him for his Friendliness ,He always did like seeing new faces & hearing their stories

He Spent most of his free time Stroling around Tarnag's streets ,mingeling with all the races ! His life was Always daring if not stupidly so at times ,His skills at fighting in the rocky terrain was awe inspiring , he was real agile from the start ,yet open areas was normally little bit a weakness for him in fighting. But after his mentor had saved him from a fearsome battle between a nagra & two shrrg's Dewar had made it his mission to become a Weapons master so that no matter what situation pops up he would be ready for it. he is more agile than most other Dwarven weapons masters because of all his Feldunost herding in the extremely dangerous mountains

Another weakness for him was in the presence of woman ,he never got anything smart out to say till he one day met Undin's Daughter ,he could actualy talk to her in a way he never Dreamed of ,so yeah he was blown away by her & he wanted to spend more time with her & then he met her Father Undin (dumgrist ragni ,clan chief) he kind of started groveling at his feet to win his trust ,& Dewar told him he would do anything for his Daughters Hand ,mistake by his part to have said Anything.....Dwarfs never forget promises like that.

That promise ended up in him having to take a post as New Weapons master to king Orrin by Chief Undin & his Clan Chiefs order.....though resenting the order all the way to Aberon, he later found his life's calling as King Orrin's Weapons Master &a True friend in the Young King

OTHER: He wields a Short spear as well Which is most of the time Strapped on his back with his onesided axes next to it, though when the time of need rises he also have a dagger at his belt

RolePlaying Experience: I know its a bit long but its just a bit of recap.

Dewar looked up at him & said “follow me through the moves again Lad… Sire should know most of the stretches by now, but I be doing them in anyways, it’s Always good if ye want to be more Agile while fighting, an edge I always had against the other four weapons masters of Tarnag” Smiling at the Dwarf Orrin said “You are as Wise as you are Strong headed Master Dwarf” the two of them started to laugh& after a moment the Dwarf said “Right ye are Laddy, Right Ye are, Me tutor all those years back knocked it into me thick head, Now he was a Wise Dwarf if ye ever seen One, his wisdom is what have gotten me this far, So Sire should be thanking him for all the extra training” Dewar turned as he smiled a sly smile when Orrin rolled his eyes while chuckling, “He must have known some big secret behind the whole extra training, One that eludes me most of the time” chuckling at the joking King Dewar said “ Sire is not the only one that had thought that way before, I myself had a mountain in my head every time when I had tried to understand me tutor’s wisdom behind the durn extra training… but sire shouldn’t worry too much, one day ye’ll be thanking me on the battlefield” All Orrin could do is nod &shrug with a smile at the notion of the dwarf, he could already see the reason behind it, he just didn’t like the brutal extra training, softly chuckling at the thought as he continued his stretching.

After what had seemed a hour of stretching, Orrin stood up, but instead of feeling sore he felt more ready for the rest of the training than he had expected. He saw Dewar picking up one of the range of wooden weapons the Dwarf had made for his weapons training. Dewar looked at Orrin & said “Majesty, today we are going to practice our dagger skills” Orrin looked at the small wooden blades in deep concentration, never before had he fought with such short blades, he was always used to longer blades. But never saw the effectiveness behind smaller blades, after a moment he asked the dwarf “Master Dwarf Are daggers not less effective than the Long bladed weapons?” Dewar chuckled softly at the comment “ No Sire, they are as effective as any blade, daggers just have a different fighting style, but by No means are they less effective, though not many know of the true skill & battle effectiveness one can achieve with something as small as two daggers” Dewar threw two daggers towards the King, & Orrin was surprised at how easy he had caught the wooden weapons, this everyday’s training was doing a mountain of good for his reflexes, agility & stamina. Orrin truly appreciated the tough Dwarf’s training, it has been the best he had ever received.

After a short moment of putting on some pads for the fight ahead the two started the training. At first Orrin could not figure out all how one would fight with two small blades, but after a couple of stances Dewar had shown him he started to see that, though the blades didn’t have a long reach, they were making up for it by speed. Every parry & counter attack Dewar had shown him, the more eager he had become to learn more of the dagger fighting style. It totally fascinated the young King, the more the Dwarf taught him the more he wanted to learn. But he so entranced by their fight with the daggers that he didn’t hear the voice calling from a distance away “SIRE!?” Orrin continued his last parry of Dewar’s blades & executed his next counter attack to put the Dwarf back on his hills, but the surprisingly nimble Dwarf did a complex parry & found a gap & stopped the wooden blade against the young king’s neck. They both laughed after their fight & Orrin said “I knew I had to go with the other Low down counter to side instead of the forward side counter, I didn’t anticipate your next stance quick enough” Smiling deeply at the dwarf as Dewar said “Right ye are Sire, ye just misjudged my footing &mistook it for building up to the left side parry, instead of the right high parry, an all too common mistake made by a lot of people, but I will show Sire how to see the secret of how to differentiate between the two… but Majesty I have to admit Sire is showing incredible potential for daggers, the Like I have not seen in my time as a Weapons master” Orrin waved a hand playfully at the dwarf & said “Well I do have One tough Dwarf that trains me like I’ve never trained before, so It’s your work with me that shows off, You are one hell of a Great mentor master Dwar..f…” as he was finishing his sentence the Voice came again from behind “Sire! Sire… there you are!” ....

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~Levanna~

Name: Levanna Onekwa (Leva)

Allegiance:Neutral (till she learns about the factions)

Race: Elven

occupation: Freelance SellSword (Magic Combined with weapon styles)

Age: 67 (teenager)

Appearance: Levanna ,or as she is Otherwise Known, Leva, has a Most unusual demeanor & complexion about her .Mostly because of her Mentor/Saviour's son Arkoy ,she has a Dark purple almost blue tint to her Flawlessly smooth skin but with Platinum Blue hair falling to her shoulders, which has a number of Leave accesories giving her a wild yet beautiful look, her face shows a graceful peaceful look yet a strong determination is surely visible behind the soft blue tattoos that covers her cheeks, her tattoos spread over the top part of her shoulders. Levanna is slender yet extremely Powerful & beneath her small frame hides lightning Fast reflexes that is even impressive for her own kind due to her years in the wild. Leva has stormy eyes with a deep sharp passionate platinum shine look to them. She wears a headband with a moon on her forhead, a gift from her Parents, accompanied by a small necklace that she & Arkoy made in their years in hiding. The Necklace lies on top of the clasp of her dark hooded cloak, that falls over her hunting leather armor that covers most of her body, but is clearly made for mobilty, not at all restricting in most ways, She wears soft weaved gauntlets which doesn't cover her hand much at all, its more for protection for her forearms, which helps in her dagger combat styles

Personality: Due to her being saved from assassins at age 4 Levanna had not Known Anybody else personally except for her the Mysterious Dwarf &his Son who had saved her life ! She is Very Sharp ,strong minded Elf who loves Adventure & Discovering new things ,but with a Huge lack of Understanding of Anything Romance, with no Love interest in her 61 years of surviving. She is bit fragile yet wild heart. She is Very Curious of nature but also have a neck of being Very Cautious yet Inquisitive at the same time, due to her Upbringing in the Wild secluded Parts of the Beor Mountains! Leva Loves Fighting with Her unique silver daggers, But Also was taught the magic Arts by her dwarf companions, she has a Mysterious likeness to magic unusual enjoyment even! She likes testing & Experimenting with magic & her Prowess at fighting & thus came to find ways to fight with little bits of magic while fighting with her daggers. She Longs for something more& Secretly she takes joy in those dreams . . .

History: Levanna was THOUGHT to be kidnapped From Ceris at the age 4, the Elves had search for her for months but could not find any trace, but she had been rescued from assassins by Arkin son of Voirin the Black (not much is known of Voirin he was A Dwarven Mage) Arkin was Raised with magic, Secret ways & Secret Passages throughout the Beor mountains & certain forests yet only in his personal life. Arkin was in fact a dwarven general ! Eventually he took the Extremely Young Levanna to one of the secure secret places in the Beor Mountains. Though confused& scared Leva learned to accept her circumstances & Brought out her Childhood in the Uncharted part of the mountains, Quickly learning the ways to survive & Adapt in the Harsh Territory under her Robust Iron willed Dwarven Mentor/Father Figure& his Powerful Son Arkoy Trembar who was her best friend (Like a brother to her). Through an Unfortunate Hunting trip Arkin was Cornered & Killed By four powerful urgal rams, When Leva saw Arkin die a Raging vengeance awoke in Leva & She Hunted Down & Killed All four of the Urgals! She accidently Stumbled into the hidden camp of a urgal chief who had been one of the urgals she had killed, after searching through numorous salvaged items from raids the Elf found two Mysterious Silver Blades one dagger& one Sabre, though the Saber was only longer by a few inches, inbedded into the hilts of the blades was small Saphires the size of finger nails. After taking the blades she went back to where Arkoy was waiting, tears hanging heavy on her cheaks over Losing the Only father figure She could remember in her life . . . Though Still Young By Dwarven Standards Arkoy was still An Exceptionally Powerful Dwarven Mage& tactision he took to teaching Levanna All he Knew About magic & the parts of the ancient language he was taught & his exceptional native dwarven understanding to fighting. Leva driven by something Deep Down took Strongly too Mastering the Arts he Taught Her, but she always did Enjoy it More to use Magic while fighting with her Shortblade Fighting skills ,After a While She Started excelling in her shortblade fighting style & used only small power efficient spells with her Blade Combos when the need arised ,her agility was tuned to the finest detail, which grew into a confidence of understanding how her body reacted during certain situations. Deep inside she Knew she was Preparing for something Bigger than she could have possibly Dreamed of . . . .
a short short while later(at age 65) She & Arkoy was Forced to hunt further & Further but on One Particular hunting trip close to Galfni, Levanna's Life would take a turn Never To Be the Same Again . . . . .

Other: After the events on the side of the beor mountains accidently ending up in a fight with a human woman & then a sudden peace between the two as a Deadly storm threatened their lives(Beor thunderstorms were known to be lethal at best), after being battered by wind & rain they had found a cave, the two had started sharing stories& leva had discovered that there is a whole wide world out there & that there are whole colonies of Elves in the Great Forests of Du Weldevarden, During the Great storm there had come two massive Shrrg(frost wolves) into the cave. they duo had fended of the wolves in the end but the Human woman had taken a mortal wound to instinctively save leva from an sure to be lethal attack. Leva had promised the dying woman that she would discover this Great forest that the woman had told her of, Knowing she had a long journey ahead she went & retrieved her equipment & set of towards the Desert...

Role Playing Example:….she landed on the hot sand, after she had tumbled down the dune. When she had hit the ground her world went into blackness, she felt as if she was swimming yet floating. Looking at her blueish purple hand she swirled it through the soft black liquid that was all around her, everything was so slow, so Peaceful. As if nothing else mattered, Leva thought…

“…As dreams & stars collide
what could be this ultimate surprise
through gates & shivers on my arms
I softly see, but don’t hear the rivers
As they gently flow into the heavens
&following the Enchanting trees
as they sing for me ….”

….seeing glimpses of a past forgotten, in the many years of surviving in the mountains. Leva followed the images through the blackness, softly pulling her hands through the peaceful blackness. Minutes felt Like Hours & Hours felt like small fragile seconds, as Leva swam through the four years as a child in the forest cities of the elves… Seeing herself play in the soft Enchanting forest chasing a small noble white pony, as her Elven Parents sat on a bench laughing joyfully as they watched their young child in glorious play. Hearing their voices in a distant the childs Parents said “Oh Alamdor Look at young Levanna, she looks so happy & at peace in her play” stroking his arm softly as he said “she takes after you Cherine, she is going to be so fast & nimble when she is older” Smiling at her .

As the child caught the small pony, she screamed with joy, Enjoying the experience so much. Waving at her parents “Oh Leva “her mother softly chuckled “ Come honey its almost time for supper” the child ran over to her parents hugging them tightly, skipping along off to their home in the trees… Leva held her hands to her mouth as the images flew by her again, she thought

“….What wonders of old can this be
As if its told by magic itself sitting up high in the tree
Waving a soft hand through the air in a glowing tint
Waving back time as if it was in the wind
Oh dear mother & father, I look but I could not find
Yet something in me tells of a forgotten truth in this joyful tale
as my mind sings in joy, but deep inside my heart something is frail…”

…trying in vain to remember what that yearning truth of sorrow was. Leva looked back to the passing images in this black world…
The child was fiddling with a small trinket that she had found on a drawer, smiling as it played through her hands. It was a head band with a blue silver quarter moon on it “Mommy can I have this, Oh Please mommy can I, it’s So Beautiful…” waving at her mother. Laughing & shaking softly Cherine walked over to her young daughter, taking her small hand” yes my darling of course you can have it” slowly lifting the head band& fastening it around her daughters head saying “Leva Always keep this close, it will bring you good fortune one day& keep you safe at desperate times” as she finished her sentence Alamdor came through the door smiling “Ah Cherine our Dwarven friends have arrived" , glancing over to their Daughter he said “ Hmm I see you gave our young Leva here your mothers magical trinket “ smiling Cherine stood up & said “Well I thought it time for her to have the get some good fortune, Maybe one day it will save her life…Well I sure hope so” hugging her closely, he said “It will My Love, Now let’s go & greet our small friends” walking out of their home down to where the two dwarfs were standing.

“Welcome Welcome, Masters Arkin & Arkoy we’ve missed your company since our last travels” greeting the two short dwarfs accordingly, they replied almost at the same time “& So have we…” chuckling at it Arkin said “Well I’m glad our paths crossed again Alamdor svit’kona” giving him an honorific greeting. Smiling deeply Alamdor said “So what may I give the pleasure of you two visiting us here, at our humble abode” Arkin’s face grew a bit darker & said “Unfortunately no Pleasure my friends, we are running away from dark tidings & just passing by” suddenly serious Alamdor said “what chases after you Master Dwarf?” Arkin softly said “Assassins I fear” looking sad “so much for living out my Retirement in peace” patting Arkin on the shoulder Alamdor said “I’m so sorry to hear of these ill tidings, but please stay a short while, then we will do All we can to help” Arkin nodded slowly, signaling his son Arkoy to join him ….

Leva floated as sparks of memory ignited in the images in front of her, she thought

“…so sad is the story in this image
It’s enough to make my heart grimace in sorrow
But yet something in the tomorrow of this
passing story brings me sweet despair…”

As she was turning back to the events in the black worlds images, she felt something, heard something soft in the distance. She strained her peaceful eyes & saw a Cat saying “come back to us, you are needed” but then the image of the cat in the distance disappeared again. Leva laid back again in the darkness, peacefully wondering what that could have meant, & why a cat …

After a moment she watched the images again, but then again she felt something strange. Looking down her ankle she saw a white glowing light Enveloping her foot & ankle, the soft words floating in the air “Heill” she felt energy flowing gently into her leg. She then looked back at the images, seeing only a blur of colors. The Darker blue colors suggesting it was night, she saw five figures, two long & slender & three shorter of stature. She could here soft voices but could not discern any words, the five were speaking as if saying goodbye, but as the two figures started to leave, a couple of dark figures with murderous intent jumped out & grabbed the two long figures &put silvery objects to their throats. The smallest of the five light figures ran to the other ones that were leaving obviously upset, a few exchanges of soft sentences were exchange before…..
…Leva felt another tug at her foot seeing the cat again saying “come …don’t stay, some memories are better left forgotten, follow me….follow” it echoed in the distance. Following the voice Leva started toward the cat, but as light started creeping into the darkness she looked back one last time, seeing the silver objects diminishing the Light of the two figures, sudden despair raced across her heart. The last images was clear as day, the two dwarfs saving the child’s life & escaping…. Light enveloped her black world totally as she was cast back into reality Screaming “MOTHER…FATHER” as she finally remembered her past ….Looking up seeing two dark angry figures charging at her….She Narrowed her Eyes in Anger gripping her two silver blades…….

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her journey Finally brought her to Du Weldevarden Forests after a fierce battle in the Desert where she had fought alongside the first other elves she had seen since her childhood almost 61 years ago, they had won only barely in the mighty desert & had safely made it to Ceris, where she had lived when she was only four years old, the last time she had seen her murdered parents...Her path lays unsure in front of her, but she knows there is a bigger destiny for her...