Backwoods Pub Character Bios

Backwoods Pub Character Bios; Everything you wanted to know...
Topic Started: October 21, 2009, 4:06 pm (252 Views)
HolyIbanez	October 21, 2009, 4:06 pm Post #1
Knight of the Fallen Posts: 862 Group: Administrator Member #19 Joined: Sep 4, 2008	This is where you can place character information/background/history... anything really about your characters. For changes/updates/etc... just edit the post. I'd like to keep this to one post per character. Any discussion on characters should be done in the OOC thread. Thanks! EDIT: Please make sure you include what your character looks like at the very least! Edited by HolyIbanez, October 22, 2009, 11:56 pm.
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Ellemiire Sylvariel	October 21, 2009, 4:36 pm Post #2
Sakka Koneko Posts: 159 Group: Administrator Member #49 Joined: Oct 19, 2009	Full Name: Aoki Kiyuuka Baaru Demon's name: Kyuubane The Devastator Gender: Male (though the demon is female) Race: Fox Demon/Human (50%/50%) Height: 6'2" Age: Unknown (at time of possession, 18 human years) Place of Residence: The closest bedroom or tree Sexual Orientation: Bi-sexual Family --Mother--: Midoryuu Baaru --Father--: Nakahito Baaru --Siblings--: Kersailya(younger sister) --Children--: Has several but no connection to them --Lifemate--: None (Feels marriage is a waste of time) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Class: Druid/Nature Mage Dominant Hand: Both Weapons: His claws, also an extended Cat o' Nine Tails (looks like thorny vine and the barbs are razor sharp) Appearance: Standing at an imposing height of 6'2", Aoki is a sight to behold indeed. His demonic eyes ravishing one with their amber hue, a wicked smile playing upon soft and almost feminine lips.. he is nothing short of attractive. As one would gaze upon him, they would take notice of his pale silver hair, flowing like a mane down to the small of his back and a pair of furry and large fox ears sit uptop his head, his human ones lost to him many many years ago. His body is slightly muscular but not in a heavy muscle sense, more suited to agility and hiding in the shadows like a dark hunter. His figure is thin and lithe, like a fox in its own right. As the gaze falls upon his waistline, a thick furry pale silver tail swishes in anticipation of a pleasure or the thrill at the scent of blood, sweat and battle. As he reaches a hand to brush a strand of hair from infront of his eyes, long silver nails adorn his fingertips, like the claws of an animal and most likely have dried blood upon them. As he slides his hand into a hidden pocket of his skin tight dark leather vest, he would smirk and pull out a whip and while directing his dark gaze upon you, he would lick one of the many barbs upon it, almost in a teasing manner. His legs are covered in skin tight dark leather pants and his feet, like his hands, have silver claws upon them. A smile crosses his lips and he beckons to you, the mischief in his eyes most evidant. Personality: If there was a man suited for a life of doing what and who he wanted and often being paid handsomely to kill, then Aoki would be its poster child. He enjoys the simple pleasures in life and anything that brings him pleasure, brings him happiness. Whether it be rending an opponant apart or climaxing in the arms of another in a bedroom, as long as he enjoys it, thats what is important. He is also very vain and hates his appearence looking anything but stunning and tends to wear as little clothing as he can get away with and flirts with any male or female being that he sees, though he limits his partners to humaniod and sometimes demons... though thats rare. Flattery tends to get everywhere with him and a few well placed words and he will be at your beck and call. He also tends to be greedy and hordes anything shiny, and is not above stealing what he wants. History: He can't remember much of what happened after the demon possesed him, short of the murder of his family.... at his hands. Pre Possession Aoki's Appearence Edited by Ellemiire Sylvariel, October 27, 2009, 5:58 pm.



HolyIbanez	October 21, 2009, 10:31 pm Post #3
Knight of the Fallen Posts: 862 Group: Administrator Member #19 Joined: Sep 4, 2008	Name: Raziel Logan Gender: Male Hair: Shoulder length, raven, straight Eyes: Blue-Green Skin: Caucasian Race: Human Age: 28 Height: 5'9" Weight: 170 lbs Alignment: Modified Aberrant (See Rifts, less evil than the Rifts version, kind of like an Aberrant/Unprincipled hybrid) Appearance: Taken from his intro post: He was dressed in what appeared to be light leather armor, black, with what appeared to be metal studs woven in to protect the more critical areas of the body. On his back was a black cloak, the hood down, revealing a clean shaven, youthful face that many would consider attractive. His eyes were a deep blue green and provided a stark contrast to the shoulder length raven hair on his head. Family/Loved Ones: His shipmates aboard the Callisto. He was deeply in love and involved with Alihandra Daecartel (Daecartel translates to Shadow Rose), known more commonly as Morwen (Daughter of the Dark). Personality: If one word could describe the man called Raziel Logan, it would be honorable. That is not to say he is a good person, but he is a man of his word and adheres to his own personal sense of right and wrong. He would give his life for those whom he views as his responsibility (his crew and those he calls his friends). He is a natural leader, and is used to getting his way. When he makes up his mind, he is not quick to let anyone change it. However, he is not unreasonable, and will always reevaluate a situation if new information becomes available or things change in unexpected ways. He tends to keep to himself unless it is important or he feels he could add value. He doesn't avoid conversation or contact with others, he just doesn't initiate it. Known/Revealed History: Little is known about Logan's life prior to his service aboard the Callisto. Somehow, at the age of twenty, this young, solitary man found himself aboard the finest pirate ship to ever sail. Her name was the Callisto, and she was a highly modified double-masted schooner. No faster ship has ever sailed, and no tighter knit crew ever served aboard a pirate ship. The captain, a middle aged dwarf who called himself Redbeard (which was ironic, given his beard was gray, one can only assume it had been red in his youth), took a liking to Logan. Logan was a hard worker, fiercely loyal, and highly competent. And he knew how to fight. Maybe it was street brawls, maybe he was trained, but whatever the reason, he was deadly and efficient. About a year went by and he found himself serving as first mate of the Callisto when the former first mate decided to enjoy a life on land with a lovely young maiden he had met on leave a few months back. If any questioned Redbeard's decision to make such a novice his first mate, they never said it, and any doubts they may have had were assuaged by Logan's repeatedly solid, cool performance under pressure, both at sea and on land. The crew respected him greatly as a shipmate, and it made it easy for him to transition to this position of power. He was man who led by example. In a fight, he often led the charge aboard another ship or against fortified positions on land. He was ruthless and cut throat to his enemies, and like a brother to his crew. Indeed, he often referred to the crew of the Callisto as the family he never had. It was his first year as first mate that changed his life forever. Redbeard had a strong love of freedom. To him, a life at sea was the very definition of concept. To Logan, he was the father figure he always needed and found himself following Redbeard's philosophy. As such, both men had a severe and utter hatred for slavery; and a slave ship always carried plenty of valuable goods and coin. She was called the Duchess, an innocent name for such a foul ship. She was a bloated, four masted monstrosity, slow and ponderous, loaded for bear with illegal contraband, most notably the commodity of flesh. The Callisto, with her small, talented crew of sixty-odd men and women, was more than capable of dealing with a ship of this nature. It took only a few warning shots from the Callisto's starboard cannons for the captain of the Duchess to do the smart thing; he dropped sail and weighed anchor. He wanted to deal. Each and every member of the crew was trained by Logan and others like him. Those who understood that the best way to win a fight was to be unseen. Logan and six of his best snuck aboard the Duchess while Redbeard kept its attention on himself and the Callisto. Redbeard, flanked by a dozen heavily armed pirates stood aboard the Callisto, and shouted the demand for surrender. The Duchess' captain wanted to talk, and invited the dwarf aboard his ship to discuss his terms. Redbeard demanded to know what the captain could possibly offer him. The captain listed various riches, exotic beauties, weapons, and other valuables. Redbeard simply laughed and shouted some dwarven obscenity. It was then that Logan and his people attacked. The slavers didn't know what had happened. Precise, agile, trained killers tore through their ranks, using poison and distraction to maintain an upper hand. The captain of the Duchess, well, he found Logan's knife deeply embedded in his left eye for his efforts. In a scant few minutes, the majority of the slaver crew was dead or dying. It was then the Callisto's crew boarded the Duchess. They took most of the coin and most of the valuable of the contraband. The slaves, well, they were another matter. There was a young girl named Marilyn, who latched onto Logan and cried on his shoulder for several minutes after he had cut her bonds. There was Dakk, a man who had done his best to keep Marilyn (who would later be known as Jinx) as sane as he could during the brutal voyage. Both of these would become Logan's closest friends and allies over the coming years. Then there was *her. The elven slaves warned Logan to stay away from the figure wrapped like a mummy, its violet eyes staring out, begging for help. Logan ignored the warnings, and it was the best decision he had ever made. Beneath the wraps and clothing that shrouded the figure was a battered and severely malnourished girl. The ship's doctor later told Logan she would not have survived the day if not for the timely intervention of the Callisto. Many of the crew were uncomfortable with Logan's decision to bring this girl aboard. The Duchess' manifest listed this girl simply as Morwen, an elven word that translates to Daughter of the Dark. Fitting in a way. This girl was of a race the elves call the Mori'Quessir, others call the drow, and some even call the dark elves. But, like Morwen, many of the crew had either been slaves or their lives had been ruined by slavers, and they acquiesced quickly when Logan reminded them of this. He didn't know why, but he wanted to protect this delicate flower of the dark that fate had placed in his care. Many of the slaves rescued swore allegiance on the spot to Redbeard and the Callisto, at least for the duration of the voyage. Most had nowhere to return to, and they were enamored with Redbeard's talk of freedom. A handful of the slaves, mostly elves, opted to stay aboard the Duchess and make for the nearest port. It was obvious they simply wanted to be as far as possible from the Mori'Quessir. Morwen and Logan grew close quickly. He was by her side whenever he could, making sure she was healing and well taken care of. Over time, the crew grew to accept her and treat her like one of the family. She was nothing like the horrid stories that surrounded her people. Logan loved her. He loved her with every fiber of his being and soul. She completed him in ways he wasn't even aware of. And she loved him back. At first, neither spoke of it, but it was only so long two people fated to be together could deny such pure, complete, love. It was one of Logan's fondest memories, the night they first expressed their love. She had been aboard the ship a few weeks. It was clear, cool night on calm seas. The wind was strong, and the Callisto sliced silently and quickly through the water. Morwen had snuck to the aft the ship, to where the captain and first mate's quarters were located. She slipped into Logan's room, and removed the shawl that had enshrouded her body. Her skin was soft and seemed to glow in the candlelight, its ashen hue seemed to call to him, begging him to reach out and touch her. Her body was petite, yet strong. Her hair was white and straight, and covered her naked form in all the right places, even while swaying with the pitch and roll of the ship. Her violet eyes stared into his, seducing him with just a look, and her mouth whispered words of such longing... Logan rose from his bed, and walked toward her, reaching out, caressing her face, and moving her hair behind her long, pointed ears. "I love you, Morwen." It was then she told him her real name (Alihandra). He kissed her, gently at first, but their evening quickly turned into morning as time was swept away in a ball of unbridled passion and love. Needless to say, she and Logan shared his private quarters from then on out. Small groups of the Callisto's crew changed regularly as people left to pursue other avenues of interest and were replaced with freed slaves (like Kaie and Alexis) or crew from less desirable ships. Redbeard and Logan scrutinized every new member to ensure they would fit in with the familial culture that really made the Callisto a true home to many. Life was great for Logan and Alihandra. For three years the two were able to enjoy each other's love and company. And it was four years ago that Logan's life ended. They were in waters that lie under the jurisdiction of Agar Port, they had just resupplied and where heading out to sea when they were attacked. Their attacker was the pirate ship Deadwind, captained by a high elf that simply referred to himself as Elephon the Black. No one really knew what 'the black' meant, but he seemed to think it made him sound important. Pirates didn't attack other pirates, especially not in the waters of Agar. Maybe that was what he meant with his absurd title. The Callisto surrendered. It was only a matter of time before the Agar authorities arrived, and the crew of the Callisto was far more dangerous on their home turf. The core members of the Callisto crew met Elephon. He simply killed Redbeard in cold blood. Logan, at this point, had acquired his signature weapons (a gift from his love), and had altered his fighting style to best use their unique nature. He was certain he could kill them all, and by Eilistraee, did he desperately want to. Alihandra simply squeezed his hand, a simple gesture. She whispered to him to wait. It was then that Elephon noticed her, her green eyes peering out from her dark wraps. He knew what she was. He knew who his next target would be. Before anyone had a chance to do anything, Redbeard's retinue found itself restrained; that is, all but Alihandra. They fought, Elephon and Alihandra. Alihandra was far better than he was, but he didn't fight fair. It turned into a four on one. Logan was screaming, doing his best to break free from the iron grips on his arms. They beat her. They stabbed her repeatedly. They removed her wraps, exposing her delicate skin to the sun. They put her through a crate or two. They made it last, doing their best to give her a large number of minor injuries instead of one or two lethal ones. But, there is only so much trauma a person can endure. Logan felt the tears streaming from his eyes as he watched her blood stain the shrapnel in which she lay and the deck beneath her. And then he lost it. The two large men holding him; they never saw it coming. They say that the human body is capable of doing remarkable feats when it needs to. Logan was no exception. Fueled by complete and total rage at the loss of Alihandra (and Redbeard, but let's be realistic here, she was certainly his focus) he was almost supernatural in his strength and speed, his poison daggers brining horrible, painful ends to all that dared stand in his way. Elephon was no exception. Logan buried his daggers in the chest of the pirate captain. But, Logan had paid quite the price. He staggered back, the captain's sword through his abdomen. He yanked it out, and tossed it overboard. He staggered over the Alihandra. He had failed to protect her, he would not fail to be by her side during her last moments. Putting away his daggers he approached his dying love. Gently, he held her bleeding, broken body as the tears streamed from his eyes. He never saw it coming. Somehow, the poison, and chest wounds, had not killed Elephon the Black. He ran his sword through Logan's chest, and kicked him overboard. With nothing to do for either of their friends, Jinx and Dakk silently used the confusion to escape. What choice did they have? Both Morwen and Logan had been killed. Their captain was dead. If these two ever hoped to not let the memories of their fallen comrades die, they needed to live. Though escape is never as easy as it sounds. Both fought tooth and nail for their lives. Jinx, however, did not escape unscathed. Logan was not seen or heard from for four years, during which he stayed clear of Agar and Blood Isles, taking jobs to earn money and improve his skills. That is of course, until he finds himself sitting in a backwoods pub, surprised at himself for talking to some young blond girl who had sat at his table. Weapons/Items:* Two magic daggers. They are forged of dark elven steel and sealed with high elven runes. They were a gift from Alihandra and made specifically for him. He wears a thin, leather chord around his neck, from which hangs a small, circular pendant with elven runes carefully etched into both sides. Edited by HolyIbanez, November 17, 2009, 11:59 pm.
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Blue Phoenix	October 22, 2009, 1:47 am Post #4
Administrator-For-Life! Posts: 4,642 Group: Board Founder Member #1 Joined: Jul 26, 2008	Name: Janice Gender: Female Hair: Long, curly, honey blonde/light brown Eyes: sea green Skin: Medium toned caucasian Height: 5'6" Race: Appears human. Highly mixed: Only her mother knows for sure. Maybe she doesn't know either. Sub-race: Rowan Age: Early 20's by human reckoning Religion: Worships the Mother Of All --minor deity responsible for creation of the Rowan race. Alignment: dunno, you tell me! Weapons: Janice carries a long sword, a dagger on her belt, and a thin assassin's knife in each boot. In her backpack are Witchwood sticks covered in runes/symbols which help prevent magic users from entering whatever room or dwelling she occupies once she sets them at the entrances and fireplace. The runes are not magical but a warding/warning, and the witchwood is from the mountain ash (rowan) tree which lore says holds properties to repel witches and spells. She also wears a small medicine bag of sorts on a leather string around her neck that contains a light source that is so far unrevealed. She carries no magical items. Personality: Janice is highly secretive about her family, their whereabouts, and what makes her different from most people she meets. As she comes from a large family, she tends to have a soft spot for youngsters alone or those in need and will often help if she can. She is intelligent and highly trained as a manipulator of words, a thief, and a fighter, but prefers to slip in and out of situations rather than fighting. Attractive and pleasant to be around, if somewhat distant, she never quite lets her guard down, and she is an excellent scrapper both with weapons and words if you get on her bad side, thanks to many siblings. Known/Revealed History: Janice is a member of a somewhat rare sub-race known as Rowan, often referred to by the slur 'untouchable' by magick-users. If a Rowan is recognized by a magic user (not all have heard of Rowan, and then only in folklore tales, and those who have met one are usually dead at the end of the encounter), they would most likely try to kill her on the spot, so to stay hidden Janice avoids being accidentally touched by anyone with magical capabilities and keeps to herself. Essentially, Rowan females have anti-magical abilities that allow them to steal magic from any magic user or artifact and use it as their own offensive weapon. The more powerful the magic, the more powerful the counter-attack. Only female Rowan can inherit this ability, and only then if the mother performs certain tasks to give the female fetus this ability. Although females can train to enhance and make the best possible use of their powers, it is the task of the mother to instill the greatest amount of power possible within the unborn child. The talent does not show within the offspring until puberty. Their people often settle into small villages without mages in order to prevent discovery by accidental contact with magic users. Janice can sense magic in her immediate area, either from someone with magical abilities, from someone preparing to use magic or from any magical items in her vicinity. If she concentrates on an object, she can tell you what sort of spell or enchantment it contains, if only by general category. The stronger the magic source, the farther away she is aware of it. If Janice comes into contact with magic users who are not in the process of using their abilities, simple sparks will fly, similar to static electricity with a bit of a kick, depending upon how powerful the mage is. If she unexpectedly comes into contact with someone in the process of using magic, the reaction can be more like an explosion that can injure both parties. If she is hunting, she can absorb, control and redirect the magic without the explosion but this contact with magic is painful to her. Janice can also hide by 'gloving' a portion or all of her body so that magical contact is null and she remains unnoticed by magic users. This takes it's toll on her energy level. Janice is a thief by trade, using charm and costume to infiltrate an area as often as she uses stealth and acrobatics. She can 'hide in plain sight' as she fades from notice within a room or area. Janice in on a Walkabout. Legend among her people say that her ancestors wanted a more purposeful life than living in hiding, and sought to become more a part of the world at large. Prophecy says that her generation will bring forth a leader that will find a better way and make her followers and family more able to fit in society. Whether this will be a lawful-good alignment or even an evil alignment, Janice, like her sisters, must decide if she is possibly this leader or if she will prefer to live her life hidden and as anything from a rogue to a merciless killer. Edited by Blue Phoenix, November 1, 2009, 11:32 pm.
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Ellemiire Sylvariel	October 28, 2009, 11:10 am Post #5
Sakka Koneko Posts: 159 Group: Administrator Member #49 Joined: Oct 19, 2009	Name: Kallisti Aurora Elandinai Nickname: Kalli Gender: Female Hair: Raven black Eyes: Sapphire Blue Skin: Pale peach Height: 4'11" Race: Avariel (100%) Age: 54 years (equal to a 22 year old human) Alignment: Chaotic Good Class: Sniper (professinal marksman)/Bard Languages Spoken: Elven, Common Weapons: Personality: Kallisti is as gentle a soul as they come, often not the loud, angry or violent type, a shy smile often adorns her slender face. She has a love for music and is often playing her lap harp when not travelling. She prefers to not have to fight someone or something if she can avoid it and this trait alone made her seem somewhat ill suited for traveling life as a solo adventurer. But when she is called to defend, she will fight as fiercely as any and won't stop till safety returns or she passes from conciousness or wounded to the point she can not fire her bow. She is proud of her heritage, though she is one of the last of her kind in exsistance, and the only one in her family not dead from foes seeking to kill avariels for their wings, as the feathers off and avariel's wings are as valued for spell casting and various elixers and also on the end of arrows. Arrogance is not a concept that is known to her, for she is often more critical of herself than thinking she is better than others. Being of a generous, loving and kind nature, she has been and could be taken advantage of and her kindness abused rather easily. After the loss of everything she had come to know and love, she tends it be a bit more cautious but still trys to see the good in everything and everyone, believing that no one is truely beyond redemption. Often if one watches her close enough, they will see her gaze up at the sky with a bit of a longing and other times, tears in her dark blue eyes. She does the best she can to hide her depression and loneliness but being the type that wears her heart on her sleeve, it does not take much to see something deeply troubles and saddens her. Appearence: Known/Revealed History: [She has yet to reveal anything] Edited by Ellemiire Sylvariel, November 18, 2009, 5:16 pm.



Verser Wallace	November 6, 2009, 3:24 pm Post #6
300 Posts: 314 Group: Blue's Crew Member #39 Joined: Jan 1, 2009	Name: Ragnfríðr Nickname: Ragm skull priestess, blood priestess, crazy bitch, murderous wench, various others Gender: Female Hair: Blood red Eyes: Formerly emerald green, now liquid pools of vermilion metal Skin: A honey brown that borders on gold, a mix of tanning and good skin Height: 6'4" Formerly 5'10" Race: Human? Age: Appears to be in her mid thirties actual age unkown. Alignment: Evil, just plain evil. Appearance: Ragnfríðr is a tall woman, she always has been but stands a good deal taller than most women and a few inches taller than your average man. Her skin is a fair golden hue criss-crossed with numerous scars from her decades of violent and bloody conflict though she has no scars on her face, just tribal tattoos that start behind her ears and run down her throat and curl about her bust. Despite her many, MANY, years of intense physical combat and exercise Ragnfríðr possesses a very full and voluptuous with large breasts, a trim though not small waste that widens into broad 'child-bearing' hips and a full though firm butt. Her muscles are well toned giving a definitive feeling of strength and strapped power, though not over developed so she doesn't look bulky or lumpen. Her armor is a deep red-black plate that seemed to rise along her hips in a fashion that both lifts and cups her ample bosom, leaving the golden tops of her bust exposed for view. It rises along her shoulders into large pauldrons each affixed with two skulls. The armor tappers past her waste to a point ending at her crotch and spilling out into a blood-red chain skirt that hangs almost to her knees that seams to somehow accent her hind instead of obscure it. Her feet and lower legs are left bare to the elements though the warrioress hardly seams to notice. Personality: History:



Lady Firefly	November 10, 2009, 12:40 pm Post #7
Hime-chan Posts: 45 Group: Blue's Crew Member #53 Joined: Nov 10, 2009	Name: Crown Prince Mizuki Kagami Nickname: Mizu, His Royal Highness, Lord Knight Gender: Male Hair: Raven black Eyes: Crimson red Skin: Pale Copper Height: 6'3" Race: Ryuningen (Dragon/Human) Age: 18 (human equal) Alignment: Lawful Good (borderline) Languages Known/Spoken: Ryuki(native), Common, Draconic. Theme Song: Mizuki's Theme Family --Mother--: Empress Azaura Kagami --Father--: Emperor Nobutaki Kagami --Sister--: Princess Shigeko Kagami --Bondling(Dragon Guardian)--: Wingheart Weapons: --Azure Avenger--: a staff with a blade on each end, sometimes called a two bladed sword. Personality: Mizu is everybit the fairy tale prince, brave, strong and fearless, with chivalry and justice being his main followings. He is very kind, giving and the type of man to carry a maiden over a puddle of water, so she does not get her feet or gown wet. He was raised in this manner and is always respectful to elders and those that rank above him in terms of skill or knowledge. Being the sort with a leader like personality, sometimes he tends to take charge of things around him and people for that manner without realizing it. It was his formal training that ground the idea of leadership and responsiblity for those under his command and among his allies into his brain. This may annoy those to whom are not aware of his profession or upbringing and he might become confused why this occurs, being its commonplace behaviors in his homeland. His main fatal flaw is his inablity to process fear in any aspect. This causes him to be more reckless in battle and take on any foe, reguardless of size, power or whatever advantage it might have that would send senseable people fleeing for their lives. This is also a reason that he has several scars on his back, as he took on a possessed evil red dragon solo and barely won, having wrestled it clean off a mountain. Appearence: Mizu's Armor and Clothing Known/Revealed History: Mizuki was born to a dragon mother and a human father... now while this might sound very odd... given the bond his parents shared previous to their union and birth of a child... most accepted this. It had been many generations since such a pairing between the races had occurred and the royal family's dragon blood was long sense dead. Mizuki changed all this as he was born and his sister Shigeko five years after him. His mother Azaura Bluefyre, was the bondling to his father and it was rare that the dragon bondling and its master were of opposite gender, but the orginal canidate for his dragon guardian had been slayed by hunters, therefore leaving the younger of the two dragons for the then Prince. Their bond grew closer and closer until a love that spanned beyond the bloodlines formed and they became married, for they had already coupled once.. Azaura in human form of course. Mizuki, as the heir to the throne, was a bit spoiled his first few years, being during the first five, he was an only child and future ruler of the empire. But once his sister came along, changes began to happen that at first he resisted with anger but after spending time with little Shigeko, they grew close and he gained a fierce protective streak over her. This did not fade as the years went by, he going into Knight training and she into the Mage school.. as she had been born with a magical gift. Once he graduated, earlier than any of his peers, he began to adventure out and explore the lands of his father's empire. On one such day, he was sent with his bondling Wingheart, to investigate a strange portal that had appeared on the edge of their land. Reaching it, he went right in, in typical fearless fashion, his bondling flying in behind him. Edited by Lady Firefly, November 18, 2009, 6:14 pm.
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HolyIbanez	November 19, 2009, 12:29 am Post #8
Knight of the Fallen Posts: 862 Group: Administrator Member #19 Joined: Sep 4, 2008	Name: Aelara Gender: Female Hair: Long, silver, and straight Eyes: Ice Blue Skin: Light Caucasian Race: High Elf Age: 133 Height: 5'2" Weight: 98 lbs Alignment: Neutral Good Appearance: Aelara possesses an elegant, delicate beauty. Her eyes are a light blue, almost silver, and warm. Her gaze, accompanied with her soft, delicate smile, disarms even the most guarded individual. Her skin is soft and warm. Her silver hair reaches down past her waist and is pin straight. Her figure is petite and delicate. Personality: Aelara is a very caring and kind individual. She goes out of her way to help people, and is perfectly willing to sacrifice her own happiness for the happiness of those she cares about. She is dedicated to her craft, and as far as anyone can tell, tends to keep to herself when not caring for the sick and injured. This perception changed when a scared, naked, young girl was brought to her hospital. Aelara opened her home to this girl. This girl brought out the best in Aelara. She became more open with her fellow townsfolk, attended public functions, and seemed to be happier than anyone had ever seen her. However, that girl is no longer in her life, and she has been forced by the townspeople to return to her solitary lifestyle. History: In Aelara’s own words: "I'm... my family name is Ithil'nal. I was born into elven nobility. Like many born into nobility, I was expected to be well educated. It was the arts of healing magic and medicine that most appealed to me. I didn't have to become a doctor, but I wanted to be. My parents, I think, might have been ashamed that one of their daughters wanted to practice a profession, but they didn't stop me. My older brother, on the other hand, took every opportunity available to let me know what a disappointment I was in his eyes. 'You should be using your intelligence to lead our people, as is our birthright!' he would say to me. My older sister would stand up for me, but it was hard on her, I could tell." "I was always... different... than the other girls at court; and it was more than my desire to have a profession. Ten years ago, on the eve of my one hundred and twentieth birthday, I left my home and my family to escape my destiny as the daughter of nobility. My older brother and sister knew what I had planned, and helped provide me with the money and resources I would need to get started on my own. For my brother, I would no longer be that sister that seemed to mar his social reputation, and for my sister, well, she just wanted me to be happy. In spite of this, she still gave me a birthday present, albeit a day early, and I have treasured it all these years." Aelara has lived in her current home since she had left her family and people behind, in a town called Spruce Hollow. For about a decade, she had been the quiet, reserved town physician, who seemed to be able to work miracles. It was during her tenth year in Spruce Hollow that her life changed one cool spring morning. A young, naked, blond girl had been brought into her hospital. The girl had no memory, and was completely and utterly alone. With no money and no memory, there was little hope the girl would be able to stand on her own. Aelara’s heart went out to this poor girl and she offered her home to the young girl. She called the girl Arwen En’Anoron, which is Elven for “Lady of the Dawn.” It didn’t take her long to learn there was something truly special about this girl. She loved this young, kind, and truly remarkable young girl with all her heart. She taught the girl the healing arts, and the girl was quite the fast learner. Aelara kept a secret from the town and from the girl. She knew that there was another entity sharing the girl’s body. The entity, who called herself Elunari, entreated that Aelara keep the truth from Arwen. Aelara didn’t like keeping the truth from Arwen, but, she was afraid of how the truth would affect the poor girl who had already been through so much. Aelara's happiness ended when Elunari took control of Arwen in order to save the life of a badly wounded soldier about three years after Aelara had first met the girl known as Arwen. However, there were more people than just the soldier and Aelara who were party to this. Rumors began to spread, and Aelara was approached by the noble who headed the family whose lands the town resided. Aelara was very well respected, appreciated, and, especially in the past three years, very well liked. They told her that they were going to arrest Arwen as they believed she was possessed by a demon. Aelara tried to argue that it wasn’t a demon, but they cautioned her that if they found out she knew about the demon, she would likely be executed as well. Aelara rushed home, and did the hardest thing she had ever had to do in her life. She broke Arwen’s heart to save her love’s life. When they came to take Arwen, she was gone. They knew Aelara had warned her, and they realized they were in quite the predicament. The town was entirely dependent on Aelara. Aelara knew she had to tread carefully. She didn’t want to abandon the town and she needed to ensure Arwen had enough time to disappear. When she was brought before the council, she laid out her deal. She would stay in the town, as its physician, until such time as suitable replacement could be found. In exchange, they would not pursue Arwen. They agreed, but placed Aelara under permanent house arrest to ensure she maintained her end of the deal and to keep her safe from the more paranoid and angry of the townsfolk. Many felt she had betrayed them by protecting a demon. Some believed Arwen was not a demon and pitied Aelara. Others respected her for staying to care for them in spite of the life she was now forced to live. No one knows for sure what will happen when one of Aelara’s new apprentices is ready to take over her practice. Some say they will exile the elf, others think she will be executed. Edited by HolyIbanez, November 19, 2009, 10:24 pm.
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