Post by Alatariel Lillemoor on Nov 13, 2006 19:43:26 GMT -5
Name: Alatariel (Tari) Lillemoor
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Race: Nymph (Fire)
Status: Middle Class
Affiliation: Fealty to the monarchy (In that she does not support the White Lightning Group - yet)
Appearance: Being aligned with the element of fire, Alatariel has longish dark dark red hair that falls in waves to just a little way beneath shoulder-length, and very fair skin. often she dresses her hair with wild flowers and various plants that have an autumnal look about them, but this gives her a wild look rather than a sophisticated one as all of the decor is gleaned from the natural world around her Her eyes are wide, oval-shaped, and a soft, deep brown in colour, framed by slanted eyebrows and curly eyelashes. Her lips are full and a cherry-red. She is wildly, savagely beautiful; a stunning natural beauty with a slender body and an untameable feel to her nature.
Tari dresses mostly in simple brown or white dresses as this is all her family can afford for her, but always she decorates them with the same flowers she dresses her hair in.
Personality: At times a little too aggressive, a little too selfish, Tari burns with a raw, firey energy granted to her by the element of fire. She cannot sit still for more than five minutes, and loves the freshness and adventure of the outdoors. She is very loyal and very determined, as is typical of a fire nymph, but in other things is very changeable; she may adore a dress one moment and despise it the next. She is bright, vivacious, with a slightly tender edge to her nature that causes her to care deeply for her friends.
Strengths: She is a good rider, is good with the pegasi, and with her own light sword she is very good - she is very fast and light. Her mind is open and even slightly innocent to the many evil ways of the world. She is sweetly charming, and always smiling, and is a good huntress. Her enthusiastic nature is her greatest advantage in life.
Weaknesses: Personality-wise, Tari can be selfish, blunt, and impetuous. She tends not to think about the feelings of others, and is a little o sensative for her own good; any negative comment about the nymph is taken straight to heart.
Intelligence-wise, while she has a quick mind, she has never been taught, so cannot read, nor is she learned in the ways of the world.
Physically-wise, she has little strength in her. She is good and fast with a rapier, but with any other weapon or even a weapon that is even the slightest bit heavier than her own, extremely light sword, she is rendered useless.
Appearance-wise, some consider her to lack in the gentleness, elegance, and warmth that many at the time would have considered to be attractive. Rather than glowing with the luminescent grace of the moon, as was considered to be the most attractive at the time, rahter she burnt with the fierce beauty of the sun, which many men find a little intimidating.
Generally speaking, her lack of experience in the world has meant that she is somewhat ignorant of what goes on around her, and wanders about only concerned with what is happening in her immediate furutre; she has given no thought to dedicating herself either to the monarchy or the White Lightning.
Magic: She can create warmth between her palms, and a faint glow at her fingertips, but nothing more. She can often sense when some friend or enemy is nearby - not exaaaaclty magic, more of a sixth sense, but I was't sure where else to put that
Weaponary Skills: With her own rapier, she is very very good. With any other weapon, however, she is very very poorly skilled.
Character History: Alatariel is a Lorwynne girl born and bred. She has lived with her family here all her life, and adores the city, the surrounding area, everythig about it. She loves the business of it all, the way anyone at all can easily become well-known, the welcoming and open natures of the people. From a young age she would sneak off and explore the areas around the town, Torin Forest being a favourite place as she has always loved pegasi. While she has been a great appreicater of lovely dress, fine fabrics and materials and different textures, she has always equally been interested in the elegance of fencing and swordplay, the beauty of which inspired her to take up her rapier. Her parents always swore there was some elf in her, although just how truthful this was Tari has never been sure.
Now, however, she is nearing her eighteenth birthday, and her father grows tired of her loitering about the house, while her mother longs for her to be wed. And so now they have told her she has to leave home, to go out and explore the rest of Daitheria - and not to return either until she fully understands the ways of the world and can support herself, or with a husband to care for her.
And so this plucky nymph reluctantly leaves her family and her home to begin her adventure...
Sample RP: (Lifted from another RPG)
Arlette sat at her desk, her be-booted feet plonked up on the desk in front of her, and the rest of her piled into a chair that was tipping back from the desk. A lazy scowl rested on her face; she was bored.
She sat holding on to several darts, rolling them somewhat violently between her thumb and her forefinger before hurling them at a dartboard pinned to the back of the door into her office. Whack. A small, satisfied smile curled one corner of her lip as she realised she'd hit a bullseye.
"That Jack Sparrow..." She thought, swinging the chair back down onto the ground with a loud crash. She had forced her drew to sail crazily around the seven seas for weeks now, combing the waters in the hope that they might find some trace of the elusive Captain who had left her stranded on that island all that time ago... They had been back and forth between islands, asked countless pirates for any word of his whereabouts - and had gone on many fruitless quests following the many exotic stories they had been told - but still they could not find him.
And Arlette was growing rapidly tired of this.
She frustratedly threw another dart, but this one missed the board altogether, embedding itself in the wood of the door.
"I'm so... bored!" She seethed.
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Race: Nymph (Fire)
Status: Middle Class
Affiliation: Fealty to the monarchy (In that she does not support the White Lightning Group - yet)
Appearance: Being aligned with the element of fire, Alatariel has longish dark dark red hair that falls in waves to just a little way beneath shoulder-length, and very fair skin. often she dresses her hair with wild flowers and various plants that have an autumnal look about them, but this gives her a wild look rather than a sophisticated one as all of the decor is gleaned from the natural world around her Her eyes are wide, oval-shaped, and a soft, deep brown in colour, framed by slanted eyebrows and curly eyelashes. Her lips are full and a cherry-red. She is wildly, savagely beautiful; a stunning natural beauty with a slender body and an untameable feel to her nature.
Tari dresses mostly in simple brown or white dresses as this is all her family can afford for her, but always she decorates them with the same flowers she dresses her hair in.
Personality: At times a little too aggressive, a little too selfish, Tari burns with a raw, firey energy granted to her by the element of fire. She cannot sit still for more than five minutes, and loves the freshness and adventure of the outdoors. She is very loyal and very determined, as is typical of a fire nymph, but in other things is very changeable; she may adore a dress one moment and despise it the next. She is bright, vivacious, with a slightly tender edge to her nature that causes her to care deeply for her friends.
Strengths: She is a good rider, is good with the pegasi, and with her own light sword she is very good - she is very fast and light. Her mind is open and even slightly innocent to the many evil ways of the world. She is sweetly charming, and always smiling, and is a good huntress. Her enthusiastic nature is her greatest advantage in life.
Weaknesses: Personality-wise, Tari can be selfish, blunt, and impetuous. She tends not to think about the feelings of others, and is a little o sensative for her own good; any negative comment about the nymph is taken straight to heart.
Intelligence-wise, while she has a quick mind, she has never been taught, so cannot read, nor is she learned in the ways of the world.
Physically-wise, she has little strength in her. She is good and fast with a rapier, but with any other weapon or even a weapon that is even the slightest bit heavier than her own, extremely light sword, she is rendered useless.
Appearance-wise, some consider her to lack in the gentleness, elegance, and warmth that many at the time would have considered to be attractive. Rather than glowing with the luminescent grace of the moon, as was considered to be the most attractive at the time, rahter she burnt with the fierce beauty of the sun, which many men find a little intimidating.
Generally speaking, her lack of experience in the world has meant that she is somewhat ignorant of what goes on around her, and wanders about only concerned with what is happening in her immediate furutre; she has given no thought to dedicating herself either to the monarchy or the White Lightning.
Magic: She can create warmth between her palms, and a faint glow at her fingertips, but nothing more. She can often sense when some friend or enemy is nearby - not exaaaaclty magic, more of a sixth sense, but I was't sure where else to put that
Weaponary Skills: With her own rapier, she is very very good. With any other weapon, however, she is very very poorly skilled.
Character History: Alatariel is a Lorwynne girl born and bred. She has lived with her family here all her life, and adores the city, the surrounding area, everythig about it. She loves the business of it all, the way anyone at all can easily become well-known, the welcoming and open natures of the people. From a young age she would sneak off and explore the areas around the town, Torin Forest being a favourite place as she has always loved pegasi. While she has been a great appreicater of lovely dress, fine fabrics and materials and different textures, she has always equally been interested in the elegance of fencing and swordplay, the beauty of which inspired her to take up her rapier. Her parents always swore there was some elf in her, although just how truthful this was Tari has never been sure.
Now, however, she is nearing her eighteenth birthday, and her father grows tired of her loitering about the house, while her mother longs for her to be wed. And so now they have told her she has to leave home, to go out and explore the rest of Daitheria - and not to return either until she fully understands the ways of the world and can support herself, or with a husband to care for her.
And so this plucky nymph reluctantly leaves her family and her home to begin her adventure...
Sample RP: (Lifted from another RPG)
Arlette sat at her desk, her be-booted feet plonked up on the desk in front of her, and the rest of her piled into a chair that was tipping back from the desk. A lazy scowl rested on her face; she was bored.
She sat holding on to several darts, rolling them somewhat violently between her thumb and her forefinger before hurling them at a dartboard pinned to the back of the door into her office. Whack. A small, satisfied smile curled one corner of her lip as she realised she'd hit a bullseye.
"That Jack Sparrow..." She thought, swinging the chair back down onto the ground with a loud crash. She had forced her drew to sail crazily around the seven seas for weeks now, combing the waters in the hope that they might find some trace of the elusive Captain who had left her stranded on that island all that time ago... They had been back and forth between islands, asked countless pirates for any word of his whereabouts - and had gone on many fruitless quests following the many exotic stories they had been told - but still they could not find him.
And Arlette was growing rapidly tired of this.
She frustratedly threw another dart, but this one missed the board altogether, embedding itself in the wood of the door.
"I'm so... bored!" She seethed.
