Post by Aurora on Nov 15, 2006 15:39:14 GMT -5
Name: Aurora Cebris
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Status: Merchant's daughter
Affiliation: Monarchy
Residence: the edges of Raenfir
Appearance: Black hair that shines with blue in the moonlight, eyes are silver-grey, she is 5"7 and weighs 117 lbs. She wears heavy skirts of velvet, since her father is a wealthy cloth merchant and always wears a heavy pendant about her neck on a silver chain. The pendant is from her mother's grandfather, a skilled magician who sided with the rogue White Lightning. It is black normally, but changes colors when she attempts to use magic, something that is still rather difficult since her great-grandfather's death. She often wears pastel dresses, preferrably blue, with lace about the neckline. If outside, she has a rich blue cloak with a hood over her head. It has an underlining of silk and is edged with silver ribbon. There is also an insignia bound in the tassels, though where it came from and what it stands for, she doesn't know. Her skin is quite pale, almost pearlescent at times. Her hair is often worn in a chignon or braided and placed in a bun. When loose, it falls in soft, wavy tresses to the small of her back. She always wears gloves since her fingers are dyed slightly from helping her father to color the material. She has graceful hands and is light of toe. Some say it is because of her slippers. Others would swear she had wings that flitted her about place to place.
Personality: Most people would say that Aurora is an affable girl who smiles shyly and casts her eyes to the floor. Those that know her well would say that she has a temper that turns her eyes to a molten silver and her lips pout. She also is not above using a fist, something her older brother taught her when she was quite young. Otherwise, she is a gently-bred young woman who is frightened of her father and only remains about because of her ill mother.
Strengths: Aurora does have an ability for magic, something her father abhors and her mother encourages. At this point, she is only able to heal small animals, to cause fauna to bloom and to cast a shield about herself to prevent harm. She is also quite fast when forced to run.
Weaknesses: She is weak-willed to men, something her father instilled in her. She also is quite shy about strangers and very mistrustful of a kind word. Her anger gets the best of her and sometimes places her in very dangerous situations. She sometimes lies, a self-defense mechanism she learned to keep herself from her father's wrath when she escaped to attempt magic.
Magic: So far, all she has learned is an ability to heal small animals if they're wounded, to help vegetation to grow quicker to their natural size and to cast a thick, protective shield about herself that no one can penetrate. This last ability takes alot out of her, so she doesn't do it often, instead relying on her speed to help her escape dangerous situations. If she is able to cast the shield, it only lasts for thirty minutes and she is unable to use any other abilities for the rest of the day until she has rested.
Weaponary Skills: Aurora carries a walking stick, slightly higher than her waist from a willow tree. It once belonged to her great-grandfather and does have magical capabilities that she knows nothing about. Not that she could use it if she did. The tip is split into fours and holds a piece of blue glass. While there is nothing magical about the orb, it does give a good blow to the solar plexus should she be forced to use it. Mostly, she uses the item to walk with as well as to tie her bags to in order to carry a multitude.
Character History:
Aurora comes from a merchant family and knows wealth. She and her two siblings, a brother and sister who are older than her, were tutored by some of the best tutors in Raenfir. As she grew older, she was doted upon by her mother's grandfather. It was he who saw the first spark of possible magic inside of her and took it upon himself to train her. Unfortunately, he was balked against by her father who refused to allow his daughter to become a "witch" like the rest of his wife's family.
In secrecy, she began to meet him in the evenings after everyone had gone to bed and learned by his hand. At the time, she was merely ten and too young to learn anything of great value. If given the ability, she would have learned more, but anarchy soon reared its ugly head and Malcent the Wize, her great-grandfather, joined in. He would appear on rare occasions in her room, but never long enough to teach her anything. She was thirteen when he last appeared to her, giving her his pendant and his willow stick. She assumed that he simply got caught or died in the fighting.
What she doesn't know is that her father was the reason for his death, turning him in to the royal guards for a rather hefty price. Once Malcent was out of the picture, Aurora's father was able to keep her under his thumb. At seventeen, she was promised to a duke's son, one who would reside past the Wilderplaces of the kingdom. On the night before their wedding, the son attempted to rape her, wanting to claim her before he made her his wife. She pressed her hand to his chest and somehow struck him immobile. Fleeing into the night, she returned to her father's home and soon began to feel the brunt of his anger. Many times she considered running away, but her sickly mother kept her there.
Sample RP:
The wagon halted abruptly, sending her swaying backward and almost landing in a fellow traveller's lap. With a blush, she mumbled an apology and hopped off the edge of the wooden contraption, silently cursing her father for his egotistic attitude. There was a thread of sorrow, knowing that she'd brought this punishment upon herself. After all, she'd swung at him, knowing that giving into her quick-silver anger was wrong. But he'd thrown her magic into her face, calling her a devil-spawn. Oh, how that had hurt.
Sighing, she turned about, glaring at the grandeur of Raenfir, her grey eyes darting about. Again, she wished for her steed. If you hadn't allowed your anger to overcome you, perhaps you might have travelled with Sunburst. He always gets the better of you and you know it. Why do you allow him to taunt you so? She grimaced at herself, striding across the cobblestone roads, shaking the dirt and grime from her green velvet gown. It was in shambles after two and a half days of riding. With another sigh, she pushed the hood of her cloak from her face, the sunlight brushing over the pale features and softening them. Pulling the heavy wooden door open, she entered, carrying four bags laden with colored wool.
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Status: Merchant's daughter
Affiliation: Monarchy
Residence: the edges of Raenfir
Appearance: Black hair that shines with blue in the moonlight, eyes are silver-grey, she is 5"7 and weighs 117 lbs. She wears heavy skirts of velvet, since her father is a wealthy cloth merchant and always wears a heavy pendant about her neck on a silver chain. The pendant is from her mother's grandfather, a skilled magician who sided with the rogue White Lightning. It is black normally, but changes colors when she attempts to use magic, something that is still rather difficult since her great-grandfather's death. She often wears pastel dresses, preferrably blue, with lace about the neckline. If outside, she has a rich blue cloak with a hood over her head. It has an underlining of silk and is edged with silver ribbon. There is also an insignia bound in the tassels, though where it came from and what it stands for, she doesn't know. Her skin is quite pale, almost pearlescent at times. Her hair is often worn in a chignon or braided and placed in a bun. When loose, it falls in soft, wavy tresses to the small of her back. She always wears gloves since her fingers are dyed slightly from helping her father to color the material. She has graceful hands and is light of toe. Some say it is because of her slippers. Others would swear she had wings that flitted her about place to place.
Personality: Most people would say that Aurora is an affable girl who smiles shyly and casts her eyes to the floor. Those that know her well would say that she has a temper that turns her eyes to a molten silver and her lips pout. She also is not above using a fist, something her older brother taught her when she was quite young. Otherwise, she is a gently-bred young woman who is frightened of her father and only remains about because of her ill mother.
Strengths: Aurora does have an ability for magic, something her father abhors and her mother encourages. At this point, she is only able to heal small animals, to cause fauna to bloom and to cast a shield about herself to prevent harm. She is also quite fast when forced to run.
Weaknesses: She is weak-willed to men, something her father instilled in her. She also is quite shy about strangers and very mistrustful of a kind word. Her anger gets the best of her and sometimes places her in very dangerous situations. She sometimes lies, a self-defense mechanism she learned to keep herself from her father's wrath when she escaped to attempt magic.
Magic: So far, all she has learned is an ability to heal small animals if they're wounded, to help vegetation to grow quicker to their natural size and to cast a thick, protective shield about herself that no one can penetrate. This last ability takes alot out of her, so she doesn't do it often, instead relying on her speed to help her escape dangerous situations. If she is able to cast the shield, it only lasts for thirty minutes and she is unable to use any other abilities for the rest of the day until she has rested.
Weaponary Skills: Aurora carries a walking stick, slightly higher than her waist from a willow tree. It once belonged to her great-grandfather and does have magical capabilities that she knows nothing about. Not that she could use it if she did. The tip is split into fours and holds a piece of blue glass. While there is nothing magical about the orb, it does give a good blow to the solar plexus should she be forced to use it. Mostly, she uses the item to walk with as well as to tie her bags to in order to carry a multitude.
Character History:
Aurora comes from a merchant family and knows wealth. She and her two siblings, a brother and sister who are older than her, were tutored by some of the best tutors in Raenfir. As she grew older, she was doted upon by her mother's grandfather. It was he who saw the first spark of possible magic inside of her and took it upon himself to train her. Unfortunately, he was balked against by her father who refused to allow his daughter to become a "witch" like the rest of his wife's family.
In secrecy, she began to meet him in the evenings after everyone had gone to bed and learned by his hand. At the time, she was merely ten and too young to learn anything of great value. If given the ability, she would have learned more, but anarchy soon reared its ugly head and Malcent the Wize, her great-grandfather, joined in. He would appear on rare occasions in her room, but never long enough to teach her anything. She was thirteen when he last appeared to her, giving her his pendant and his willow stick. She assumed that he simply got caught or died in the fighting.
What she doesn't know is that her father was the reason for his death, turning him in to the royal guards for a rather hefty price. Once Malcent was out of the picture, Aurora's father was able to keep her under his thumb. At seventeen, she was promised to a duke's son, one who would reside past the Wilderplaces of the kingdom. On the night before their wedding, the son attempted to rape her, wanting to claim her before he made her his wife. She pressed her hand to his chest and somehow struck him immobile. Fleeing into the night, she returned to her father's home and soon began to feel the brunt of his anger. Many times she considered running away, but her sickly mother kept her there.
Sample RP:
The wagon halted abruptly, sending her swaying backward and almost landing in a fellow traveller's lap. With a blush, she mumbled an apology and hopped off the edge of the wooden contraption, silently cursing her father for his egotistic attitude. There was a thread of sorrow, knowing that she'd brought this punishment upon herself. After all, she'd swung at him, knowing that giving into her quick-silver anger was wrong. But he'd thrown her magic into her face, calling her a devil-spawn. Oh, how that had hurt.
Sighing, she turned about, glaring at the grandeur of Raenfir, her grey eyes darting about. Again, she wished for her steed. If you hadn't allowed your anger to overcome you, perhaps you might have travelled with Sunburst. He always gets the better of you and you know it. Why do you allow him to taunt you so? She grimaced at herself, striding across the cobblestone roads, shaking the dirt and grime from her green velvet gown. It was in shambles after two and a half days of riding. With another sigh, she pushed the hood of her cloak from her face, the sunlight brushing over the pale features and softening them. Pulling the heavy wooden door open, she entered, carrying four bags laden with colored wool.
