Post by trinn on Jul 12, 2009 20:17:56 GMT -5
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Age: 20
Appearance:
When in flight, her wings shimmer darkly.
Home: Myst Forest
Clothing: As in pic.
Prefered weapons: Two long knives.
Skills: Excellent fighter, sly, able to slip from trouble unseen.
Weakness: Does not have great physical strength, cannot swim, and cannot read.
Personality/traits/Habits: Fellna is a rather indpendent pixie. She always has a tough exterior, unlike some pixies who always seem to be happy go lucky. Not Fellna. She tends to avoid crowds, but will frequent taverns for the night, and a good cup of ale. Fellna has an undying loyalty for those who become her friends.
Pet: None.
Brief History: Fellna was abondoned at five years of age in the Myst forest. A group of warrior gypsies found her crying and adopted her. They taught her may forms of weaponry, but Fellna's favorite were long knives or daggers. Fellna is a name given to her by the gypsies, who were a band of elves. When she had learned all they could teach her, Fellna departed from them at the age of 18 to make a life of her own. Sometimes she does some freelance work as a mercenary.
Element house: Eventually she will come to know she can control the element earth.
Role Play sample: A dense myst settled upon the forest, a hush of animal life followed after it. Birds fell silent except for the lone owl who cooed to the moon. Somewhere in the forest a wolf howled, long and slow, pitch rising and falling. Walking on light feet, Fellna made her way between the thick trees of the Myst Forest. The owl did not concern her, but the cry of the wolf did. In this forest, wolfs had a nasty habit of turning out to be more than a wild canine. Senses alert for any sort of trouble, Fellna quitely unsheathed her twin knives, holding them so the blades pointed backwards. Slipping behind a particularlly wide tree, she continued her lone journey. Another howl rose up, closer than the first. Fellna stiffened, her hands tensing around the hilts of her knives. Glowing ominously in the myst was a pair of red eyes. No sooner had she seen them than a low, chilling snarl ripped through the relative silence. "I hate Hell Hounds." Fellna murmured as the thick wolf creature sauntered forward, becoming completely visible. The beast crouched, then lunged. Bringing her knives forward, Fellna released a feral scream and met the charge head on.
Phrase needed in application:
Character name:
Race:
Gender:
Age: 20
Appearance:
When in flight, her wings shimmer darkly.
Home: Myst Forest
Clothing: As in pic.
Prefered weapons: Two long knives.
Skills: Excellent fighter, sly, able to slip from trouble unseen.
Weakness: Does not have great physical strength, cannot swim, and cannot read.
Personality/traits/Habits: Fellna is a rather indpendent pixie. She always has a tough exterior, unlike some pixies who always seem to be happy go lucky. Not Fellna. She tends to avoid crowds, but will frequent taverns for the night, and a good cup of ale. Fellna has an undying loyalty for those who become her friends.
Pet: None.
Brief History: Fellna was abondoned at five years of age in the Myst forest. A group of warrior gypsies found her crying and adopted her. They taught her may forms of weaponry, but Fellna's favorite were long knives or daggers. Fellna is a name given to her by the gypsies, who were a band of elves. When she had learned all they could teach her, Fellna departed from them at the age of 18 to make a life of her own. Sometimes she does some freelance work as a mercenary.
Element house: Eventually she will come to know she can control the element earth.
Role Play sample: A dense myst settled upon the forest, a hush of animal life followed after it. Birds fell silent except for the lone owl who cooed to the moon. Somewhere in the forest a wolf howled, long and slow, pitch rising and falling. Walking on light feet, Fellna made her way between the thick trees of the Myst Forest. The owl did not concern her, but the cry of the wolf did. In this forest, wolfs had a nasty habit of turning out to be more than a wild canine. Senses alert for any sort of trouble, Fellna quitely unsheathed her twin knives, holding them so the blades pointed backwards. Slipping behind a particularlly wide tree, she continued her lone journey. Another howl rose up, closer than the first. Fellna stiffened, her hands tensing around the hilts of her knives. Glowing ominously in the myst was a pair of red eyes. No sooner had she seen them than a low, chilling snarl ripped through the relative silence. "I hate Hell Hounds." Fellna murmured as the thick wolf creature sauntered forward, becoming completely visible. The beast crouched, then lunged. Bringing her knives forward, Fellna released a feral scream and met the charge head on.