Post by faeythe on Feb 14, 2008 18:47:10 GMT -5
Name: Tryst Brandeis
Race: Half-Elf
Age: By human age standards she appears no more than 30
Build: Slightly less delicately built than her elven brethren, but somewhat more so than a typical human. She is deceptively strong and muscular despite her somewhat insubstantial height and frame.
Skin: Warm sun-touched caramel
Hair: Amber with sun-bleached highlights, her hair is generally worn long and loose down her back reaching her upper thighs or in twin braids.
Eyes: Gold-flecked hazel
Distinguishing Features: Faintly pointed ears, testament to her half-elven blood.
Personality: A skilled hunter in more ways than one, Tryst is adept at wounding a man’s heart or his pocket as she is at taking aim at game with her bow. Beautiful, charming and clever, she is as nimble minded as she is swift-footed. She is, however, prone to deceit and manipulation. Her mind is often a step ahead of the situation, or at least she thinks it is, and her arrogance and self-interest lead her to make less than charitable decisions often thereby inadvertantly making many enemies. Fickle and inconstant she often has difficulty in making any sort of major decision until she is driven to the brink of catastrophe should she not act. Thus, she seems to be ever residing on the edge of disaster but can never seem to put her finger on why. As such, she lacks any sort of focus whatsoever on future and goals, and is thoroughly engulfed in resolving whatever mess she’s currently in; often dragging other’s into her issues with little regard for their safety or feelings. She is quick to frustrate when her wiles and physical prowess do not immediately get her exactly what she wants which tends to lead her toward frequent failures which she outwardly brushes off but is inwardly thoroughly distraught by.
Background: Tryst never knew her father. She grew up with her Elven mother deep in the wild-lands, however she was never fully accepted by the clan of full-blooded elves with whom she resided. Her mother held a high position within the society’s hierarchy however it was made clear early on that the less-than-pure-blooded Tryst would never inherit this social stature. Rather than being insulted and hurt by this, Tryst took their distaste as a sign of jealousy. She was different, hence special, hence a threat to their hierarchy.
The exception to this treatment was a childhood playmate named Beau. It was from Beau that she learned the arts of the forest; tracking and stalking game, archery and other combat practices.
In later years, Beau became Tryst’s lover. As bow was being groomed to be a highly ranked druid within the clan, their relationship was by a secret, albeit a poorly kept one. Their feelings for one another were soon found out and Beau was given two options: sacrifice his place of power within the clan, or sacrifice his love. Beau opted for the latter, casting Tryst out of the clan forever.
Banished from her family, betrayed in the name of power by her only friend and lover, Tryst was not the sort to crumble under the weight of circumstance. She left the haven of the woodlands
Race: Half-Elf
Age: By human age standards she appears no more than 30
Build: Slightly less delicately built than her elven brethren, but somewhat more so than a typical human. She is deceptively strong and muscular despite her somewhat insubstantial height and frame.
Skin: Warm sun-touched caramel
Hair: Amber with sun-bleached highlights, her hair is generally worn long and loose down her back reaching her upper thighs or in twin braids.
Eyes: Gold-flecked hazel
Distinguishing Features: Faintly pointed ears, testament to her half-elven blood.
Personality: A skilled hunter in more ways than one, Tryst is adept at wounding a man’s heart or his pocket as she is at taking aim at game with her bow. Beautiful, charming and clever, she is as nimble minded as she is swift-footed. She is, however, prone to deceit and manipulation. Her mind is often a step ahead of the situation, or at least she thinks it is, and her arrogance and self-interest lead her to make less than charitable decisions often thereby inadvertantly making many enemies. Fickle and inconstant she often has difficulty in making any sort of major decision until she is driven to the brink of catastrophe should she not act. Thus, she seems to be ever residing on the edge of disaster but can never seem to put her finger on why. As such, she lacks any sort of focus whatsoever on future and goals, and is thoroughly engulfed in resolving whatever mess she’s currently in; often dragging other’s into her issues with little regard for their safety or feelings. She is quick to frustrate when her wiles and physical prowess do not immediately get her exactly what she wants which tends to lead her toward frequent failures which she outwardly brushes off but is inwardly thoroughly distraught by.
Background: Tryst never knew her father. She grew up with her Elven mother deep in the wild-lands, however she was never fully accepted by the clan of full-blooded elves with whom she resided. Her mother held a high position within the society’s hierarchy however it was made clear early on that the less-than-pure-blooded Tryst would never inherit this social stature. Rather than being insulted and hurt by this, Tryst took their distaste as a sign of jealousy. She was different, hence special, hence a threat to their hierarchy.
The exception to this treatment was a childhood playmate named Beau. It was from Beau that she learned the arts of the forest; tracking and stalking game, archery and other combat practices.
In later years, Beau became Tryst’s lover. As bow was being groomed to be a highly ranked druid within the clan, their relationship was by a secret, albeit a poorly kept one. Their feelings for one another were soon found out and Beau was given two options: sacrifice his place of power within the clan, or sacrifice his love. Beau opted for the latter, casting Tryst out of the clan forever.
Banished from her family, betrayed in the name of power by her only friend and lover, Tryst was not the sort to crumble under the weight of circumstance. She left the haven of the woodlands
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.