Post by Purple Demon on Jul 16, 2010 11:04:58 GMT -5
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Name:Celania
Gender: Female
Age: 17 1/2
Race: Human
Physical Description: Celania has very pale skin, jet black hair, green eyes, and pink lips. She has a bit of muscle, but nothing too much. She’s as tall as the average human woman, and is slender. She is often wearing whatever she can get her hands on, but more often seen in a make-shift robe of some sort.
Personality: Celania has a natural hunger for adventure and trouble, placing her in bad-- if not terrible-- situations. She’s very strong-willed, and once she has her mind set on doing something, she plans on doing it. It is very difficult for her to trust others, and she’s sneaky.. Often stealing things or trying to smooth-talk her way out of her own doing. She almost never frowns, because she enjoys what she does. She's a bit too comfortable, and since she's a bit foreign to social life, she tends to be a little awkward to have around. She can be quite comical.
On the good side, once someone has gained her trust, she tries to be loyal to them at all costs.
Likes: Once stole some wine. She refers to it as "Bitter water." Has a fondness of watching wanderers come up the mountainside. (From a distance, at least.)
Dislikes: Arrogance. Rules.
Skills: She's pretty good at getting away and out of dodge. Her real strength lies in her instinctive sneaking.
Strengths: Sneaking, keeping out of sight, being quiet.
Weaknesses: Warmer Climates make her feel nauseous at times, if they're warm enough. Her feet are tough and sore almost constantly, from stepping around on the ice and snow. She's not smart enough to steal herself some shoes, it seems. She also has a strange way of communicating, which is hard to understand at times.
Weapon Use: She mostly uses her fists and legs. Unsure of how to wield anything else.
Place of Origin: Ularian Ridge.
Companion: Veryll, a Snow Stalker that Celania had found on one of the many paths winding up one of the coldest, iciest alps in the Ularian Ridge. He seems gentle enough, which might have been what lead him away from where ever he had used to belong. There could possibly be something wrong with him. Nonetheless, Celania holds a great fondness towards him. If anything were to happen to him, she would fall apart.
History: Deep within the mountains, near the very top, there used to be a small human village. Travelers would occasionally pass by the village, leaving their mark on its very few people, sharing stories.. Treacherous tales of nature and of her kind. And in return, the villagers shared their food and warm drink with the adventurers before they were on their way again. Among these villagers was a child of a mere age. The child had a nasty habit of wandering off, and her name was Celania.
While the others warmed themselves by the village fire one night, the child went off for a walk down the side of the mountain. By the time that the parents of the child had noticed their daughter’s absence, it was already too late, as Celania had toppled over and rolled down the snowy side of the alp. The villagers grieved the loss of a loved one by burning the child’s belongings, all except for a small shoe that would only fit a tot’s foot. They buried her shoe in the snow.
Battered, but still alive, Celania wandered off to new desolate frost-covered destinations and ending up in a little cave. She spent the rest of the night there, trying to stay warm while worrying about the strange noises on the outside.
The next day, she awoke to the face of a feline. She nearly screamed, but held it back and blinked, waiting for the cat to leave her view. It blinked too, and instead of raising itself away from her, it licked Celania’s face. She giggled and lifted the cub up, which had began to try and escape. She hugged the cub and stood up with it, acting like it was a doll of some sort. The Snow Stalker wriggled out of her grasp, but followed her, hidden in the snow for the rest of that day. She began to call the feline, “Veryll,” after the muffling noises it made trying to escape her grip.
Time passed, and Celania became older. She was fairly content, stealing things from the occasional sleeping passerby, living off of unsuspecting merchants. But still, Celania began to wonder where she came from and why. She searched the mountains, having faint memories return to her slowly. Finally, one day, the search ended as she nearly reached the top of an alp. There lay the ruin of a once slightly prosperous village; the place she had searched for had been destroyed by nature’s course. She marveled in dismay as she remembered her true home and her parents’ embrace. Veryll sniffed lightly at the snow and sneezed. Among the rubble, he found a small shoe. After many moments of shock and disappointment, she pried the shoe from his jaw, “If this was my village’s legacy, I must let them live on.” She scavenged the site before returning to her cave, and if you ever asked her about it, she still has that shoe.
Survival: Celania and Veryll do what they can to get by. They've had run-ins with merchants in the mountains, they've had to travel to different villages or occasionally a city, but they've always ended up in the same place: Where they started to begin with.
Note Regarding Veryll: Though I've pretty much written him here as harmless, keep in mind that he is still a big cat.. He is capable of harm, which kind of leaves even Celania in constant trouble that she seems unaware of. (Also, Veryll is not counted as one of my characters, so anyone in a roleplay can control him. ;3)
Name:Celania
Gender: Female
Age: 17 1/2
Race: Human
Physical Description: Celania has very pale skin, jet black hair, green eyes, and pink lips. She has a bit of muscle, but nothing too much. She’s as tall as the average human woman, and is slender. She is often wearing whatever she can get her hands on, but more often seen in a make-shift robe of some sort.
Personality: Celania has a natural hunger for adventure and trouble, placing her in bad-- if not terrible-- situations. She’s very strong-willed, and once she has her mind set on doing something, she plans on doing it. It is very difficult for her to trust others, and she’s sneaky.. Often stealing things or trying to smooth-talk her way out of her own doing. She almost never frowns, because she enjoys what she does. She's a bit too comfortable, and since she's a bit foreign to social life, she tends to be a little awkward to have around. She can be quite comical.
On the good side, once someone has gained her trust, she tries to be loyal to them at all costs.
Likes: Once stole some wine. She refers to it as "Bitter water." Has a fondness of watching wanderers come up the mountainside. (From a distance, at least.)
Dislikes: Arrogance. Rules.
Skills: She's pretty good at getting away and out of dodge. Her real strength lies in her instinctive sneaking.
Strengths: Sneaking, keeping out of sight, being quiet.
Weaknesses: Warmer Climates make her feel nauseous at times, if they're warm enough. Her feet are tough and sore almost constantly, from stepping around on the ice and snow. She's not smart enough to steal herself some shoes, it seems. She also has a strange way of communicating, which is hard to understand at times.
Weapon Use: She mostly uses her fists and legs. Unsure of how to wield anything else.
Place of Origin: Ularian Ridge.
Companion: Veryll, a Snow Stalker that Celania had found on one of the many paths winding up one of the coldest, iciest alps in the Ularian Ridge. He seems gentle enough, which might have been what lead him away from where ever he had used to belong. There could possibly be something wrong with him. Nonetheless, Celania holds a great fondness towards him. If anything were to happen to him, she would fall apart.
History: Deep within the mountains, near the very top, there used to be a small human village. Travelers would occasionally pass by the village, leaving their mark on its very few people, sharing stories.. Treacherous tales of nature and of her kind. And in return, the villagers shared their food and warm drink with the adventurers before they were on their way again. Among these villagers was a child of a mere age. The child had a nasty habit of wandering off, and her name was Celania.
While the others warmed themselves by the village fire one night, the child went off for a walk down the side of the mountain. By the time that the parents of the child had noticed their daughter’s absence, it was already too late, as Celania had toppled over and rolled down the snowy side of the alp. The villagers grieved the loss of a loved one by burning the child’s belongings, all except for a small shoe that would only fit a tot’s foot. They buried her shoe in the snow.
Battered, but still alive, Celania wandered off to new desolate frost-covered destinations and ending up in a little cave. She spent the rest of the night there, trying to stay warm while worrying about the strange noises on the outside.
The next day, she awoke to the face of a feline. She nearly screamed, but held it back and blinked, waiting for the cat to leave her view. It blinked too, and instead of raising itself away from her, it licked Celania’s face. She giggled and lifted the cub up, which had began to try and escape. She hugged the cub and stood up with it, acting like it was a doll of some sort. The Snow Stalker wriggled out of her grasp, but followed her, hidden in the snow for the rest of that day. She began to call the feline, “Veryll,” after the muffling noises it made trying to escape her grip.
Time passed, and Celania became older. She was fairly content, stealing things from the occasional sleeping passerby, living off of unsuspecting merchants. But still, Celania began to wonder where she came from and why. She searched the mountains, having faint memories return to her slowly. Finally, one day, the search ended as she nearly reached the top of an alp. There lay the ruin of a once slightly prosperous village; the place she had searched for had been destroyed by nature’s course. She marveled in dismay as she remembered her true home and her parents’ embrace. Veryll sniffed lightly at the snow and sneezed. Among the rubble, he found a small shoe. After many moments of shock and disappointment, she pried the shoe from his jaw, “If this was my village’s legacy, I must let them live on.” She scavenged the site before returning to her cave, and if you ever asked her about it, she still has that shoe.
Survival: Celania and Veryll do what they can to get by. They've had run-ins with merchants in the mountains, they've had to travel to different villages or occasionally a city, but they've always ended up in the same place: Where they started to begin with.
Note Regarding Veryll: Though I've pretty much written him here as harmless, keep in mind that he is still a big cat.. He is capable of harm, which kind of leaves even Celania in constant trouble that she seems unaware of. (Also, Veryll is not counted as one of my characters, so anyone in a roleplay can control him. ;3)
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.