Post by Slone. {Raven} on Oct 25, 2008 22:48:52 GMT -5
Name: Elena Blackwing.
Age:127 years young.
Race: Raven shapeshifter.
Physical Description: In human flesh, there is a lithe body with extremely long, lucious locks running down her back and to her hips. Eyes, black from puple to iris, watch the land as she soars in winged form, bodice raven as her cascading hair. She can only shift into two shapes - raven and human. Age has not harmed her beautiful form - she looks the age of eighteen, still beautiful as ever. While a human, she has very distinct features from anyone else. Her eyes are dark as coals, as is her hair. However, her hair is almost metallic, as if it were painted in oils which hadn't dried. She has a sharp nose and large, black lips. Her clothes are very plain and regular. She wears a brown leather vest over a plain, longsleeved white tunic. She wears leather breeches which are made specifically for riding horseback for longdistances. Upon her feet are a pair of black leather boots. Elena wears around her neck a strand of particularly shiny jewels, made from precious stones of all colors and shades. Most of them were stolen, seeing as she is a theif - and a good one at that. She wears this necklace in raven form as well, though it is large around her neck. However, the rest of her clothes simply fall to the ground, and she often has to come back for them later when making a quick escape.
Her physical weakness is that she is blind in her left eye. While flying over the village, she was hit by a rock, cast into the sky by a young child's slingshot, which hit her hard enough to throw her off balance and out of the skies. Another physical weakness is that she is a bit on the short side... She stands only a four foot four inches, making her sword fighting a bit off - she has adjusted to fighting taller people, but it's still a struggle to reach their vital organs and throats. So, instead of riding a full-sized horse in battle, she rides a pony about twelve hands high, making mounting and dismounting at least a bit easier.
She can be killed like anyone else, though it isn't age that will kill her.
Personality: Elena is a dark, almost sadistic femme with an almost evil sense of humor. However, if she warms up to you, she will become one of the most loyal friends you could ever ask for - though if you mistreat her, she can hold a grudge for a century and a half. Her persona matches her physique for the most park - dark, mysterious. She won't let you into her head, unless you're extremely close. Her trust is something that is hardest to earn. She's decided that the only thing she loves is her horse, Desiree. Desiree is a black horse with three white socks and a gray snip on her nose. The two are inseperable, and the horse is almost as old as she is, only she is one hundred nineteen. The horse is now her only mount, and she has no clue how she's lived so long. She suspects that she has some sort of magical power, but is not sure.
Raven has a surprisingly low voice, though it is still feminine - it's just unexpected due to her size. Her personality's weakness is that she's distrusts humans, seeing as they killed her parents for being a magic, as they were called. Another weakness is that she's very unstable and loses her temper extremely easily. She's impatient, stubborn, and never thinks before she acts.
History:
"We'll call her Elena."
There was a silence in the air as she lay there in her mother's arms. She neither cried nor whined from discomfort - she was silent, but still breathing, still alive. Her eyes were dark, darker than her father's or her mother's, which both had green eyes and red hair. This one was an odd one, with a magical essence about her.
Growing up was hard. She had no friends because she was a magic. She couldn't learn a trade because she was a girl and a magic. Her parents were poor as dirt, because their farm wouldn't prosper. And she couldn't get a husband, because she was part bird. After fourteen years, she still didn't grow taller than three foot nine inches, and this was unattractive. Not only that, she looked as if she were two. Twenty five years later, she figured out that she would grow to look no older than eighteen years old.
When she was fourty seven, she had an affair with a dragon shapeshifter, but decided he wasn't for her.
Not much else has happened, besides the fact that she made countless roberies, from small shops to castles.
Age:127 years young.
Race: Raven shapeshifter.
Physical Description: In human flesh, there is a lithe body with extremely long, lucious locks running down her back and to her hips. Eyes, black from puple to iris, watch the land as she soars in winged form, bodice raven as her cascading hair. She can only shift into two shapes - raven and human. Age has not harmed her beautiful form - she looks the age of eighteen, still beautiful as ever. While a human, she has very distinct features from anyone else. Her eyes are dark as coals, as is her hair. However, her hair is almost metallic, as if it were painted in oils which hadn't dried. She has a sharp nose and large, black lips. Her clothes are very plain and regular. She wears a brown leather vest over a plain, longsleeved white tunic. She wears leather breeches which are made specifically for riding horseback for longdistances. Upon her feet are a pair of black leather boots. Elena wears around her neck a strand of particularly shiny jewels, made from precious stones of all colors and shades. Most of them were stolen, seeing as she is a theif - and a good one at that. She wears this necklace in raven form as well, though it is large around her neck. However, the rest of her clothes simply fall to the ground, and she often has to come back for them later when making a quick escape.
Her physical weakness is that she is blind in her left eye. While flying over the village, she was hit by a rock, cast into the sky by a young child's slingshot, which hit her hard enough to throw her off balance and out of the skies. Another physical weakness is that she is a bit on the short side... She stands only a four foot four inches, making her sword fighting a bit off - she has adjusted to fighting taller people, but it's still a struggle to reach their vital organs and throats. So, instead of riding a full-sized horse in battle, she rides a pony about twelve hands high, making mounting and dismounting at least a bit easier.
She can be killed like anyone else, though it isn't age that will kill her.
Personality: Elena is a dark, almost sadistic femme with an almost evil sense of humor. However, if she warms up to you, she will become one of the most loyal friends you could ever ask for - though if you mistreat her, she can hold a grudge for a century and a half. Her persona matches her physique for the most park - dark, mysterious. She won't let you into her head, unless you're extremely close. Her trust is something that is hardest to earn. She's decided that the only thing she loves is her horse, Desiree. Desiree is a black horse with three white socks and a gray snip on her nose. The two are inseperable, and the horse is almost as old as she is, only she is one hundred nineteen. The horse is now her only mount, and she has no clue how she's lived so long. She suspects that she has some sort of magical power, but is not sure.
Raven has a surprisingly low voice, though it is still feminine - it's just unexpected due to her size. Her personality's weakness is that she's distrusts humans, seeing as they killed her parents for being a magic, as they were called. Another weakness is that she's very unstable and loses her temper extremely easily. She's impatient, stubborn, and never thinks before she acts.
History:
"We'll call her Elena."
There was a silence in the air as she lay there in her mother's arms. She neither cried nor whined from discomfort - she was silent, but still breathing, still alive. Her eyes were dark, darker than her father's or her mother's, which both had green eyes and red hair. This one was an odd one, with a magical essence about her.
Growing up was hard. She had no friends because she was a magic. She couldn't learn a trade because she was a girl and a magic. Her parents were poor as dirt, because their farm wouldn't prosper. And she couldn't get a husband, because she was part bird. After fourteen years, she still didn't grow taller than three foot nine inches, and this was unattractive. Not only that, she looked as if she were two. Twenty five years later, she figured out that she would grow to look no older than eighteen years old.
When she was fourty seven, she had an affair with a dragon shapeshifter, but decided he wasn't for her.
Not much else has happened, besides the fact that she made countless roberies, from small shops to castles.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.