Post by silimaure on Sept 9, 2007 12:50:26 GMT -5
Name: Alvena Silimaure
Age: 18 in human years
Race: Elf
Physical Description: On a normal day, Alvena looks something like this:
She almost always wears a cloak, and usually has her hair tied back in some manner. The manner of whatever else she wears varies.
She absolutely abhors dressing incredibly formally, and refrains from doing so as often as possible. Also, she never wears her hair loose, it's always partially braided at the very least.
Personality: Alvena isn't very trusting of other people. She's lived alone as far back as she can remember, and learned - the hard way - never to trust humans. She lived with a human family until a couple of years back, but never considered herself part of the family. She had had to leave, and has never regretted that desicion. She comes off as a very cold person, when in fact, she's more guarded than cold. She barely trusts other elves - the only person that she trusts completely is herself.
Weapons: Alvena, like many elves, is an archer. However, under the guidance of Lior, a friend of hers, she was able to mold her powers as a Cleric.
Spells: Alvena can basically do healing spells, and repel undead spirits at the moment. She's training to do even more magic, but so far, she knows very little.
History: Many years ago, the elven state of Aelmont was ruled by the Silimaure family. Called 'The Rose Era' by some of the elves there, it was considered a time of good fortune. The princess of the royal family was Alvena. However, tragedy befell the family when Alvena wasn't even a year old. Her family was murdered, leaving her as an orphan. A family friend brought her to the home of a tavern-keeper, and she grew up there, amongst the man's three other children. She was always the outcast, and none of the other children were entirely sure why. They were taught by the rest of the village to hate her.
Her village hated any race that wasn't human. The village itself was a proud human village, and anti anything that couldn't say that their parents were both mortal. When she was fifteen, the village was burnt to the ground, and to this day, Alvena has never told anyone why.
She has been living by herself, traveling from location to location ever since.
Age: 18 in human years
Race: Elf
Physical Description: On a normal day, Alvena looks something like this:
She almost always wears a cloak, and usually has her hair tied back in some manner. The manner of whatever else she wears varies.
She absolutely abhors dressing incredibly formally, and refrains from doing so as often as possible. Also, she never wears her hair loose, it's always partially braided at the very least.
Personality: Alvena isn't very trusting of other people. She's lived alone as far back as she can remember, and learned - the hard way - never to trust humans. She lived with a human family until a couple of years back, but never considered herself part of the family. She had had to leave, and has never regretted that desicion. She comes off as a very cold person, when in fact, she's more guarded than cold. She barely trusts other elves - the only person that she trusts completely is herself.
Weapons: Alvena, like many elves, is an archer. However, under the guidance of Lior, a friend of hers, she was able to mold her powers as a Cleric.
Spells: Alvena can basically do healing spells, and repel undead spirits at the moment. She's training to do even more magic, but so far, she knows very little.
History: Many years ago, the elven state of Aelmont was ruled by the Silimaure family. Called 'The Rose Era' by some of the elves there, it was considered a time of good fortune. The princess of the royal family was Alvena. However, tragedy befell the family when Alvena wasn't even a year old. Her family was murdered, leaving her as an orphan. A family friend brought her to the home of a tavern-keeper, and she grew up there, amongst the man's three other children. She was always the outcast, and none of the other children were entirely sure why. They were taught by the rest of the village to hate her.
Her village hated any race that wasn't human. The village itself was a proud human village, and anti anything that couldn't say that their parents were both mortal. When she was fifteen, the village was burnt to the ground, and to this day, Alvena has never told anyone why.
She has been living by herself, traveling from location to location ever since.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.