Post by Keladinna Tasialsar on Feb 19, 2007 13:39:54 GMT -5
Character Name: Keladinna Tasialsar or Kel
Character Age:98 (she looks twenty)
Race: Witch (Yes I will Pm...)
Personality: Kel has a bold personality. She is a born leader, and she thinks of everyone as the same. No one is higher than another, no matter the race no matter the amount of money. She thinks her words over before she speaks and she thinks before acts. As a leader she has the ability to keep people in their places and stay calm in the most stressing situations.
Appearance: Kel has skin as smooth as silk, and the color of buttermilk. Her eyes are like almonds bordered by a thick row of lashes. Her lips sit full and a pinkish red beneath her sculpted nose. Bordering her face is her mass of auburn curls, they fall below her shoulders quite lightly. Under her chin she wears an amulet of purple crystal, that was passed down from her mother. Around her delicate fingers she wears a vivid collection of rings.
She usually wears a thin silk cloak over her elegantly made dress that falls below her feet. Though this dress is quite long, it usually doesn't get into her way. She is quite tall, around six feet... Her structure isn't exactly frail, nor is she fat. She stands straight and sits straight, as she had been taught all her life.
Alignment: Good, not an evil thought in her head.
Biography-
Family Background: Her mother and father were quite well known magic-users of their time. They got married quickly after they both attended a university. They got married for love and into power. On both sides of their families their parents had been rich and powerful. Making them equally rich and powerful.
Her parents settled down at the ages of 153 and 167 and they had children. Kel and her brother Damiar. Her brother didn't take to magic like Kel did.
Her uncle was quite angry that Kel's parents got their family and is quite evil. (hehe...)
History: Kel studied magic since a young child in her mother's castle. Until lately she was aloud out of their home. She doesn't really have an history until she starts it now.
Other:
Her magical abilities are:
Complete control of - fire, wind and lightning.
Weaknesses:
She knows nothing about hand to hand combat. She has never touched a blade in her life. She relies mostly on her magic and her wits.
She also, has very poor athletic skills. She walks no where, and more likely rides her horse. ^.^
Sample Role Play of your character:
Stepping through the rough iron gate, she didn't look back at the thick wall behind her. The sun beat down on her billowing cloak. Smiling into the wind she looked around into the grassy area around her. She felt around through her cloak to make sure that her magic books were still present in her pocket.
She walked down the length of the wall, soon coming to a tether post. A strong mare was tethered there, tacked with a comfortable saddle. Untethering the horse she mounted up in one smooth motion. The horse nickered happily underneath her. She smiled down upon the happy horse. Nudging the horse on with her heals she turned towards the south. The horse picked up an easy trot. Nudging it on further, it picked up a happy rack, a gate between the trot and a canter. It was just like the stable boy to give her a gated horse. She smiled, through the uneasy, but smooth gate. Kel nudged the horse on a bit more and it started into a canter.
After a few hours of light riding she approached a small village. About a mile away from the village she stopped the horse. There was an uneasy feeling about the air. The horse twitched nervously. Softly touching the horse's neck to calm it, she looked around the trail. It was a well used trail she noted. The ground beneath her horses molded by many, many feet a year. The forest only started about five feet from the path. She did not know what was in the forest, and this made her uneasy, but she kept calm.
She nudged the horse into a walk. The horse pulled it's head forwards and started walking. But, as the horse walked forwards, an arrow whizzed by the mares head. The horse reared and tried to take off. As the horses two front hooves hit the ground, she pulled hard on the reins with two quick pulls the horse stopped. She unmounted and let the reins dropped to the ground. She supposed that the horse would stay, if it has been trained right.
Standing her ground, she knew that they would happily fire again. Facing the forest and with great command in her voice, she said, "Show yourself!" As she said this she heard the twang of a bow and she knew an arrow was to come. Arrêt de flèche! She commanded. A billow of wind erupted from her hand and caught the arrow in mid-motion. Throwing the arrow to the ground the wind dissipated.
Looking through the brush from her stand point was quite impossible. Thinking of a quick spell she caught her thought, and commanded, Trouvez-les! flicking her finger towards the brush. A burst of lightning came from her finger and she heard a shout of pain. But, she had just knocked the bandit out. Frowning she looked back at her horse, which stood behind her. It's eyes rolling in it's sockets. The horse was too well trained to run off, when commanded to stay. Stroking the horse it calmed under her touch.
Character Age:98 (she looks twenty)
Race: Witch (Yes I will Pm...)
Personality: Kel has a bold personality. She is a born leader, and she thinks of everyone as the same. No one is higher than another, no matter the race no matter the amount of money. She thinks her words over before she speaks and she thinks before acts. As a leader she has the ability to keep people in their places and stay calm in the most stressing situations.
Appearance: Kel has skin as smooth as silk, and the color of buttermilk. Her eyes are like almonds bordered by a thick row of lashes. Her lips sit full and a pinkish red beneath her sculpted nose. Bordering her face is her mass of auburn curls, they fall below her shoulders quite lightly. Under her chin she wears an amulet of purple crystal, that was passed down from her mother. Around her delicate fingers she wears a vivid collection of rings.
She usually wears a thin silk cloak over her elegantly made dress that falls below her feet. Though this dress is quite long, it usually doesn't get into her way. She is quite tall, around six feet... Her structure isn't exactly frail, nor is she fat. She stands straight and sits straight, as she had been taught all her life.
Alignment: Good, not an evil thought in her head.
Biography-
Family Background: Her mother and father were quite well known magic-users of their time. They got married quickly after they both attended a university. They got married for love and into power. On both sides of their families their parents had been rich and powerful. Making them equally rich and powerful.
Her parents settled down at the ages of 153 and 167 and they had children. Kel and her brother Damiar. Her brother didn't take to magic like Kel did.
Her uncle was quite angry that Kel's parents got their family and is quite evil. (hehe...)
History: Kel studied magic since a young child in her mother's castle. Until lately she was aloud out of their home. She doesn't really have an history until she starts it now.
Other:
Her magical abilities are:
Complete control of - fire, wind and lightning.
Weaknesses:
She knows nothing about hand to hand combat. She has never touched a blade in her life. She relies mostly on her magic and her wits.
She also, has very poor athletic skills. She walks no where, and more likely rides her horse. ^.^
Sample Role Play of your character:
Stepping through the rough iron gate, she didn't look back at the thick wall behind her. The sun beat down on her billowing cloak. Smiling into the wind she looked around into the grassy area around her. She felt around through her cloak to make sure that her magic books were still present in her pocket.
She walked down the length of the wall, soon coming to a tether post. A strong mare was tethered there, tacked with a comfortable saddle. Untethering the horse she mounted up in one smooth motion. The horse nickered happily underneath her. She smiled down upon the happy horse. Nudging the horse on with her heals she turned towards the south. The horse picked up an easy trot. Nudging it on further, it picked up a happy rack, a gate between the trot and a canter. It was just like the stable boy to give her a gated horse. She smiled, through the uneasy, but smooth gate. Kel nudged the horse on a bit more and it started into a canter.
After a few hours of light riding she approached a small village. About a mile away from the village she stopped the horse. There was an uneasy feeling about the air. The horse twitched nervously. Softly touching the horse's neck to calm it, she looked around the trail. It was a well used trail she noted. The ground beneath her horses molded by many, many feet a year. The forest only started about five feet from the path. She did not know what was in the forest, and this made her uneasy, but she kept calm.
She nudged the horse into a walk. The horse pulled it's head forwards and started walking. But, as the horse walked forwards, an arrow whizzed by the mares head. The horse reared and tried to take off. As the horses two front hooves hit the ground, she pulled hard on the reins with two quick pulls the horse stopped. She unmounted and let the reins dropped to the ground. She supposed that the horse would stay, if it has been trained right.
Standing her ground, she knew that they would happily fire again. Facing the forest and with great command in her voice, she said, "Show yourself!" As she said this she heard the twang of a bow and she knew an arrow was to come. Arrêt de flèche! She commanded. A billow of wind erupted from her hand and caught the arrow in mid-motion. Throwing the arrow to the ground the wind dissipated.
Looking through the brush from her stand point was quite impossible. Thinking of a quick spell she caught her thought, and commanded, Trouvez-les! flicking her finger towards the brush. A burst of lightning came from her finger and she heard a shout of pain. But, she had just knocked the bandit out. Frowning she looked back at her horse, which stood behind her. It's eyes rolling in it's sockets. The horse was too well trained to run off, when commanded to stay. Stroking the horse it calmed under her touch.
