Post by zkjt on Nov 22, 2009 17:48:22 GMT -5
Name:Endorin
Age:14
Race:elf
Appearance:Endorin in the ancient language means, "Raven" Endorin was given this name due to the color of his hair. It is a bluish blackish color that shines in light. A strand of it slightly falls over his right eye while the rest is longish hanging a little above his eyebrows. His hair gets curly in the back and on the sides, where it tends to curl.
Though he is young he has a fit build, though his muscles are not that big. He has long legs which helps him run faster, something for which he is known for. He has pale, yet flawless, skin that tints darker on his cheeks and the backs of his hands.
Endorin has pale green eyes that are always bright, and because of the fact he is a child he has not yet learned to hide his emotions. He uses his hands to talk, which is something he rarely does. He has full lips and high cheekbones and his eyebrows arch over his eyes. He stands at about 5'5 and weighs around 115 lbs.
Endorin always wears riding clothes. A silky shirt with soft pants and leather shoes. He has a belt that carries his daggers and small pieces of paper that has runes of the ancient language. They are small spells that are designed to test his abilities and make him stronger. He wears a brown cloak with a hood when he rides his horse but otherwise keeps the hood in his home. His daggers are pure silver and each glow when there is someone that means him harm nearby. These were passed down to him by his deceased father.
Personality: Endorin knows that being one of the only elf children is kind of a bad thing. Everyone is always wanting to talk to you, yet when you talk back they almost look at you with..pity. He enjoys talking with people, yet dreads it when people look at him funny. He is still getting used to the whole, "Keep your true intentions to yourself,"sort of thing and does sometimes blab.
Despite liking to talk, Endorin also enjoys solitude every once in a while. Sometimes he'll walk by himself in Ellesmera or hole himself up in the library and read up on history, magic, and war strategies. He is a teen and while he enjoys talking and having fun he doesn't like being basically the youngest elf there is. I mean could you imagine every person looking at you like you were a baby? Technically he is a baby in elven terms but he would like to be treated as an adult sometimes.
He also has a rebel streak that doesn't show up anymore, but continues to grow and grow. Soon he'll be old enough to leave Ellesmera and join the Varden which is his only dream at the moment.
History: Endorin was born to Palythemia, a soldier in the war against Galbatorix and Ke'enal a woman who mastered the art of gardening. When Ke'enal realized she was pregnant she was excited but Palythemia was disappointed. He had not wanted a child, nor did he want to be bound to the mother of the child. So he left when he could and joined the army. Ke'enal didn't know where Palythemia went and it pained her but she continued to live her life.
During her pregnancy, Ke'enal suffered from many aches in her stomach. After several months she found out that Palythemia had died. He had been killed my Murtaugh while marching to Gil'ead. Ke'enal was devastated. That night, she had her baby and when she saw the black hair's that were already growing she named him Endorin. And then she grew quite ill. She was moved to an infirmary and was treated by healers while Endorin was given to another family to be raised. He lived there until he was five and then he was given back to his mother who had since recovered. She taught him the basics of Math, Science, Reading, and the ancient language, and when he was ten, began to study magic.
Endorin greatly enjoyed his magic lessons. He was taught by his mother and other elves of higher class. When he was thirteen he already was above average for an elf of that age. By now he already knew that he was always being watched and couldn't help but feel...angry. Angry that everyone expected so much of him. He threw many tantrums in public and regarded his teachers in distaste. His mother always treated him well enough but Endorin knew he disappointed her. A rebel son like this? Who would want him. And then he hatched a plan. He would act perfect until he was old enough to run away and he could live with the varden. His idea grew and grew until it was firmly in his head. Now, he bides his time just waiting until he's old enough and he can leave Ellesmera and join the varden!
Roleplaying example:Katara had just finished slaying a woman with two daggers when the creature stepped forward and roared. She heard the name Haze. Wait, Haze!? Haze was the creature. Katara felt the calming feeling of realization come over her. But even though Haze was protecting her, people were bound to creep in. And they did. A man slipped through Haze's legs and proceeded to face Katara. His skin was ebony and around his neck was a necklace of bones. His eyes glittered with malicion and power and Katara knew he would be a powerful foe. He drew a dagger that pulsed red and began to whisper to himself keeping his eyes fixated on Katara's. After a couple of seconds his whispering stopped and Katara leapt at him.
It seemed as right when Katara was in the air, she felt the presence slam into her mind. She collapsed and frantically put up barriers around her mind. She held out for awhile but it was when the other consciousness had let down its attack for just a second that she allowed her barriers to drop a fraction. It was here when the consciousness returned. It obliterated her defenses and began to command control of her body. She was paralyzed and she felt her body shake unwillingly. She fought the presence for a while and when she could regain control of her body she saw that the man with the dark skin had a grin on his face and was looking darkly content. Then she lost the control and her body and mind were given up. She began to sweat and cry at random times. Her body convulsed. Then the man, who was probably a shaman judging on the necklace, began to sift through her memories, looking for anything that might have been a weakness. It was then that it found the memory of when Katara's family was killed.
"Get going, move!" the man yelled. His features were stern but filled with worry and fear. He shoved along a smaller Katara and a woman with honey blond hair and frightful blue eyes. "But Uncle where are we going?" asked the small Katara. They were going down a dark tunnel and there was screaming heard from above. Katara's uncle and aunt ignored this, only focusing on saving Katara. "Somewhere safe, it'll be al-" whatever he was going to say was cut off as a horrible creature dropped from behind them. It's skin was gray and leathery, and seemed pinched over the fat that poked over the loincloth it wore. It's black hair was greasy and messy. It's teeth were crooked and sticking out from the actual mouth. It's eyes were small and yellow sunk back into the head. It raised it's head to the sky and roared defiantly and Katara flinched. Her uncle turned to face the ogre and shouted, "Run Katara!," and then as he rose a hand and it glowed with a flashing pulse of light the ogre struck and killed her uncle instantly. Katara screamed and ran with her aunt leading her along. She couldn't see where she was going for tears blinded her. She could hear a noise coming from behind her like flesh being torn apart...
....and Katara was out in the sunshine. She was in a clearing filled with shrubbery and flowers. Her aunt was looking behind them periodically. Then she saw the bulk of the ogre begin to come out of the cave and she made her mind. muttering words in the elven language She flung Katara against a tree and concealed her using magic. She bound Katara's mouth and paralyzed her from moving. Her aunt gazed at Katara and said, "I love you my darling. Never forget what we've taught you,"her eyes were filled with tears. Katara herself wanted to cry but couldn't. She watched as her aunt turned to face the ogres that were advancing. Besides the original ogre several more were following in pursuit, eager to eat flesh. Her aunt faced the ogre and said more words in the elven language. A burst of light and then her aunt was moving swiftly, striking down the ogres with strong blows that cut through th ogre's leathery skin lick they were just sheets. But then as she slew the third ogre, she was punched right into the tree where Katara was concealed. Katara's eyes widened as she saw her aunt was alive. She tried to say something but couldn't. Her aunt glanced at Katara and whispered, "Close your eyes dear," before her head lolled back and she died. Katara felt sudden grief overcome her but she was confused by her aunt's words. Why would she close her eyes? Then she understood. She watched as the remaining ogres stalked to where her aunt was lying dead. They sniffed her body before goring on it, ripping the flesh. Despite the fact she wanted to, Katara couldn't close her eyes. She remembered the faces of the ogre's delight for a long time. She would always remember.
Suddenly the shaman flinched. He had lost control and Katara was slowly getting up. She flushed the shaman's consciousness out of her mind before advancing toward him. She struck at him as hard as she could but he deflected it. She went on the attack using all her strength to somehow break through his defense. And then she did, but it really wasn't fair. She kneed him where it hurt when she got close. He yelled in pain and Katara took the chance to decapitate him. After this was done Katara looked at the remaining people and stared. They looked at her and those close enough saw the anger and the steely look that made them drop their weapons and run. When the last person had fled, Katara fell to her knees and wept. She wept for her dead aunt and uncle. She wept for the elven children who shared her fate. And she wept for herself, because she couldn't have the normal life she could have.
From Zireling Kingdom, my elf Katara.
How did you find us?An advertisement on Zireling Kingdom.
Age:14
Race:elf
Appearance:Endorin in the ancient language means, "Raven" Endorin was given this name due to the color of his hair. It is a bluish blackish color that shines in light. A strand of it slightly falls over his right eye while the rest is longish hanging a little above his eyebrows. His hair gets curly in the back and on the sides, where it tends to curl.
Though he is young he has a fit build, though his muscles are not that big. He has long legs which helps him run faster, something for which he is known for. He has pale, yet flawless, skin that tints darker on his cheeks and the backs of his hands.
Endorin has pale green eyes that are always bright, and because of the fact he is a child he has not yet learned to hide his emotions. He uses his hands to talk, which is something he rarely does. He has full lips and high cheekbones and his eyebrows arch over his eyes. He stands at about 5'5 and weighs around 115 lbs.
Endorin always wears riding clothes. A silky shirt with soft pants and leather shoes. He has a belt that carries his daggers and small pieces of paper that has runes of the ancient language. They are small spells that are designed to test his abilities and make him stronger. He wears a brown cloak with a hood when he rides his horse but otherwise keeps the hood in his home. His daggers are pure silver and each glow when there is someone that means him harm nearby. These were passed down to him by his deceased father.
Personality: Endorin knows that being one of the only elf children is kind of a bad thing. Everyone is always wanting to talk to you, yet when you talk back they almost look at you with..pity. He enjoys talking with people, yet dreads it when people look at him funny. He is still getting used to the whole, "Keep your true intentions to yourself,"sort of thing and does sometimes blab.
Despite liking to talk, Endorin also enjoys solitude every once in a while. Sometimes he'll walk by himself in Ellesmera or hole himself up in the library and read up on history, magic, and war strategies. He is a teen and while he enjoys talking and having fun he doesn't like being basically the youngest elf there is. I mean could you imagine every person looking at you like you were a baby? Technically he is a baby in elven terms but he would like to be treated as an adult sometimes.
He also has a rebel streak that doesn't show up anymore, but continues to grow and grow. Soon he'll be old enough to leave Ellesmera and join the Varden which is his only dream at the moment.
History: Endorin was born to Palythemia, a soldier in the war against Galbatorix and Ke'enal a woman who mastered the art of gardening. When Ke'enal realized she was pregnant she was excited but Palythemia was disappointed. He had not wanted a child, nor did he want to be bound to the mother of the child. So he left when he could and joined the army. Ke'enal didn't know where Palythemia went and it pained her but she continued to live her life.
During her pregnancy, Ke'enal suffered from many aches in her stomach. After several months she found out that Palythemia had died. He had been killed my Murtaugh while marching to Gil'ead. Ke'enal was devastated. That night, she had her baby and when she saw the black hair's that were already growing she named him Endorin. And then she grew quite ill. She was moved to an infirmary and was treated by healers while Endorin was given to another family to be raised. He lived there until he was five and then he was given back to his mother who had since recovered. She taught him the basics of Math, Science, Reading, and the ancient language, and when he was ten, began to study magic.
Endorin greatly enjoyed his magic lessons. He was taught by his mother and other elves of higher class. When he was thirteen he already was above average for an elf of that age. By now he already knew that he was always being watched and couldn't help but feel...angry. Angry that everyone expected so much of him. He threw many tantrums in public and regarded his teachers in distaste. His mother always treated him well enough but Endorin knew he disappointed her. A rebel son like this? Who would want him. And then he hatched a plan. He would act perfect until he was old enough to run away and he could live with the varden. His idea grew and grew until it was firmly in his head. Now, he bides his time just waiting until he's old enough and he can leave Ellesmera and join the varden!
Roleplaying example:Katara had just finished slaying a woman with two daggers when the creature stepped forward and roared. She heard the name Haze. Wait, Haze!? Haze was the creature. Katara felt the calming feeling of realization come over her. But even though Haze was protecting her, people were bound to creep in. And they did. A man slipped through Haze's legs and proceeded to face Katara. His skin was ebony and around his neck was a necklace of bones. His eyes glittered with malicion and power and Katara knew he would be a powerful foe. He drew a dagger that pulsed red and began to whisper to himself keeping his eyes fixated on Katara's. After a couple of seconds his whispering stopped and Katara leapt at him.
It seemed as right when Katara was in the air, she felt the presence slam into her mind. She collapsed and frantically put up barriers around her mind. She held out for awhile but it was when the other consciousness had let down its attack for just a second that she allowed her barriers to drop a fraction. It was here when the consciousness returned. It obliterated her defenses and began to command control of her body. She was paralyzed and she felt her body shake unwillingly. She fought the presence for a while and when she could regain control of her body she saw that the man with the dark skin had a grin on his face and was looking darkly content. Then she lost the control and her body and mind were given up. She began to sweat and cry at random times. Her body convulsed. Then the man, who was probably a shaman judging on the necklace, began to sift through her memories, looking for anything that might have been a weakness. It was then that it found the memory of when Katara's family was killed.
"Get going, move!" the man yelled. His features were stern but filled with worry and fear. He shoved along a smaller Katara and a woman with honey blond hair and frightful blue eyes. "But Uncle where are we going?" asked the small Katara. They were going down a dark tunnel and there was screaming heard from above. Katara's uncle and aunt ignored this, only focusing on saving Katara. "Somewhere safe, it'll be al-" whatever he was going to say was cut off as a horrible creature dropped from behind them. It's skin was gray and leathery, and seemed pinched over the fat that poked over the loincloth it wore. It's black hair was greasy and messy. It's teeth were crooked and sticking out from the actual mouth. It's eyes were small and yellow sunk back into the head. It raised it's head to the sky and roared defiantly and Katara flinched. Her uncle turned to face the ogre and shouted, "Run Katara!," and then as he rose a hand and it glowed with a flashing pulse of light the ogre struck and killed her uncle instantly. Katara screamed and ran with her aunt leading her along. She couldn't see where she was going for tears blinded her. She could hear a noise coming from behind her like flesh being torn apart...
....and Katara was out in the sunshine. She was in a clearing filled with shrubbery and flowers. Her aunt was looking behind them periodically. Then she saw the bulk of the ogre begin to come out of the cave and she made her mind. muttering words in the elven language She flung Katara against a tree and concealed her using magic. She bound Katara's mouth and paralyzed her from moving. Her aunt gazed at Katara and said, "I love you my darling. Never forget what we've taught you,"her eyes were filled with tears. Katara herself wanted to cry but couldn't. She watched as her aunt turned to face the ogres that were advancing. Besides the original ogre several more were following in pursuit, eager to eat flesh. Her aunt faced the ogre and said more words in the elven language. A burst of light and then her aunt was moving swiftly, striking down the ogres with strong blows that cut through th ogre's leathery skin lick they were just sheets. But then as she slew the third ogre, she was punched right into the tree where Katara was concealed. Katara's eyes widened as she saw her aunt was alive. She tried to say something but couldn't. Her aunt glanced at Katara and whispered, "Close your eyes dear," before her head lolled back and she died. Katara felt sudden grief overcome her but she was confused by her aunt's words. Why would she close her eyes? Then she understood. She watched as the remaining ogres stalked to where her aunt was lying dead. They sniffed her body before goring on it, ripping the flesh. Despite the fact she wanted to, Katara couldn't close her eyes. She remembered the faces of the ogre's delight for a long time. She would always remember.
Suddenly the shaman flinched. He had lost control and Katara was slowly getting up. She flushed the shaman's consciousness out of her mind before advancing toward him. She struck at him as hard as she could but he deflected it. She went on the attack using all her strength to somehow break through his defense. And then she did, but it really wasn't fair. She kneed him where it hurt when she got close. He yelled in pain and Katara took the chance to decapitate him. After this was done Katara looked at the remaining people and stared. They looked at her and those close enough saw the anger and the steely look that made them drop their weapons and run. When the last person had fled, Katara fell to her knees and wept. She wept for her dead aunt and uncle. She wept for the elven children who shared her fate. And she wept for herself, because she couldn't have the normal life she could have.
From Zireling Kingdom, my elf Katara.
How did you find us?An advertisement on Zireling Kingdom.
