Post by Seris Bjartevarin on Mar 24, 2007 21:00:58 GMT -5
Name: Seris Bjartevarin (Brightstar)
Age: 19
Race: Human
Group Varden
Appearance: Slightly above the usual height for a girl, Seris stands at around 5'8". Her skin is rather pale, despite the fact that she spends the majority of her time outdoors. It was partially due to this, and partly because of her shining raven hair, that Seris was given the surname of Bjartevarin -- or Brightstar -- by the elf-couriers who visited the Varden. One of the couriers, an elf woman named Arya, had added that, "The title is very true. She is among the brightest stars of hope for the Varden." Seris's eyes are a deep, dark green, and her gaze seems to pierce to the soul. There is a scar stretching from the bone in her wrist, halfway up her arm, left by an Urgal blade in the Battle of Farthen Dur.
Personality: Seris is more quiet and reserved than most warriors, though this is probably due to her having been raised an orphan. Her best friends are books and sunshine, and she is likely to go mad if she goes too long without one or the other. She is gentle when she can be, fierce when she must be, but not as naive as she may seem. Though a trained fighter, as all the youth of the Varden, Seris carries no particular grudge against the Empire, despite the fact that she knows they killed her father. Perhaps it is because she never knew the man, or perhaps because of her forgiving nature, but the nineteen-year-old only truly wishes to bring about the downfall of Galbatorix himself, who she believes is the driving force behind all that has happened; remove the source, and the rest falls apart -- at least, she hopes it will.
History: Exactly where Seris came from is a great mystery to all, though none wishes to know it more than Seris herself. On a cold, dark, windy night, a rather sick-looking and very pregnant woman collapsed before the great stone doors which lead to Farthen Dur, and the Varden. Apparently, one of the dwarf guards took pity on her and the toddler who stood with her and brought them to the Varden's healers.
The little girl, less than two years old, was found to have a cold and walking pneumonia, but she would come through all right. The woman, however, was not so lucky. She would drift in and out of consciousness for several hours, though in this time she did manage to communicate that she had been seeking shelter with the Varden, that her name was Ryana, that her husband had been killed by the Empire, and that the little girl was her daughter, Seris.
She did not make it through the night, and, despite the best efforts of the Varden, the baby boy she had been carrying died, as well. The little girl, Seris, was left alone, but was soon enough taken in by the people. It was not until she was seventeen years old, among those who had been trained to fight and were being lined up to pass by the blue stone that elf-couriers had brought, that she was given a last name.
When the elves instructed the children to give their last names to be put in line in alphabetical order, Seris explained that she didn't have one -- or, more correctly, she didn't know what it was. One of the elves looked at her for a moment, as if trying to decide whether she was telling the truth or not, and then announced, "Then you have one now, Seris Bjartevarin."
Though the dragon did not hatch for her, the name stuck, and Seris carried it through all her time in Farthen Dur, even to today. She saw Eragon and Saphira reach the Varden, and fought alongside her fellows at the Battle of Farthen Dur. It was after this, when rumor arose of there being more Dragon Eggs in the Spine, that Seris and a select few others were sent by Nasuada to search out the truth.
In the Spine, Seris became lost in the woods -- they really ought to give you better directions when they send you on missions to the middle of nowhere. Very thirsty, she came upon a pool -- and a black stone. At first, she was uncertain whether or not it was a dragon egg, but then she met its guardian.
Arthur was strange and mysterious, and Seris didn't trust him as far as she could pick him up and throw him. He seemed to be purposefully vague and enigmatic; of course, so was Seris, but at least she had a valid reason for being in the middle of the Spine.
Then came White Diamond, and the revelation that Arthur was a Rider. Of course, Seris really should have expected it; who else would have been guarding a dragon egg? He seemed to be trying to win her over for something, as if he knew something she didn't...
Abilities:
Strength -- 7
Endurance -- 8
Speed -- 5
Intelligence -- 8
Sneak ability -- 3
Dexterity -- 4
Personality -- 1
Auxiliary skills -- 2
Sword skills -- 6
Marksman ship -- 2
Hand to hand -- 4
SAMPLE POST:
The moon was high and the stars were shining, and the Beor Mountains stood tall and misty in the background as a young girl with flowing black hair and dark green eyes turned at the edge of the Hadarac Desert and looked back at the only home that she remembered. Seris Bjartevarin had lived in Farthen Dur since she was less than two years old, and she was now almost nineteen. Those were a lot of long years spent in the capital of the dwarves and the hideout of the Varden, but yet Seris had always felt like that was her place.
However, Farthen Dur was now so far behind her that it seemed but a distant memory, fragile and broken. Yet, Seris thought defiantly, the Varden would not fall; it was Galbatorix's reign that would end, and soon, if she and the others had anything to do with it: the sooner, the better, for the sake of all involved.
(Yeah, the sample RP is a little weak, but I'm itching to get to work in Igualda Falls and I can't concentrate. XD)
Age: 19
Race: Human
Group Varden
Appearance: Slightly above the usual height for a girl, Seris stands at around 5'8". Her skin is rather pale, despite the fact that she spends the majority of her time outdoors. It was partially due to this, and partly because of her shining raven hair, that Seris was given the surname of Bjartevarin -- or Brightstar -- by the elf-couriers who visited the Varden. One of the couriers, an elf woman named Arya, had added that, "The title is very true. She is among the brightest stars of hope for the Varden." Seris's eyes are a deep, dark green, and her gaze seems to pierce to the soul. There is a scar stretching from the bone in her wrist, halfway up her arm, left by an Urgal blade in the Battle of Farthen Dur.
Personality: Seris is more quiet and reserved than most warriors, though this is probably due to her having been raised an orphan. Her best friends are books and sunshine, and she is likely to go mad if she goes too long without one or the other. She is gentle when she can be, fierce when she must be, but not as naive as she may seem. Though a trained fighter, as all the youth of the Varden, Seris carries no particular grudge against the Empire, despite the fact that she knows they killed her father. Perhaps it is because she never knew the man, or perhaps because of her forgiving nature, but the nineteen-year-old only truly wishes to bring about the downfall of Galbatorix himself, who she believes is the driving force behind all that has happened; remove the source, and the rest falls apart -- at least, she hopes it will.
History: Exactly where Seris came from is a great mystery to all, though none wishes to know it more than Seris herself. On a cold, dark, windy night, a rather sick-looking and very pregnant woman collapsed before the great stone doors which lead to Farthen Dur, and the Varden. Apparently, one of the dwarf guards took pity on her and the toddler who stood with her and brought them to the Varden's healers.
The little girl, less than two years old, was found to have a cold and walking pneumonia, but she would come through all right. The woman, however, was not so lucky. She would drift in and out of consciousness for several hours, though in this time she did manage to communicate that she had been seeking shelter with the Varden, that her name was Ryana, that her husband had been killed by the Empire, and that the little girl was her daughter, Seris.
She did not make it through the night, and, despite the best efforts of the Varden, the baby boy she had been carrying died, as well. The little girl, Seris, was left alone, but was soon enough taken in by the people. It was not until she was seventeen years old, among those who had been trained to fight and were being lined up to pass by the blue stone that elf-couriers had brought, that she was given a last name.
When the elves instructed the children to give their last names to be put in line in alphabetical order, Seris explained that she didn't have one -- or, more correctly, she didn't know what it was. One of the elves looked at her for a moment, as if trying to decide whether she was telling the truth or not, and then announced, "Then you have one now, Seris Bjartevarin."
Though the dragon did not hatch for her, the name stuck, and Seris carried it through all her time in Farthen Dur, even to today. She saw Eragon and Saphira reach the Varden, and fought alongside her fellows at the Battle of Farthen Dur. It was after this, when rumor arose of there being more Dragon Eggs in the Spine, that Seris and a select few others were sent by Nasuada to search out the truth.
In the Spine, Seris became lost in the woods -- they really ought to give you better directions when they send you on missions to the middle of nowhere. Very thirsty, she came upon a pool -- and a black stone. At first, she was uncertain whether or not it was a dragon egg, but then she met its guardian.
Arthur was strange and mysterious, and Seris didn't trust him as far as she could pick him up and throw him. He seemed to be purposefully vague and enigmatic; of course, so was Seris, but at least she had a valid reason for being in the middle of the Spine.
Then came White Diamond, and the revelation that Arthur was a Rider. Of course, Seris really should have expected it; who else would have been guarding a dragon egg? He seemed to be trying to win her over for something, as if he knew something she didn't...
Abilities:
Strength -- 7
Endurance -- 8
Speed -- 5
Intelligence -- 8
Sneak ability -- 3
Dexterity -- 4
Personality -- 1
Auxiliary skills -- 2
Sword skills -- 6
Marksman ship -- 2
Hand to hand -- 4
SAMPLE POST:
The moon was high and the stars were shining, and the Beor Mountains stood tall and misty in the background as a young girl with flowing black hair and dark green eyes turned at the edge of the Hadarac Desert and looked back at the only home that she remembered. Seris Bjartevarin had lived in Farthen Dur since she was less than two years old, and she was now almost nineteen. Those were a lot of long years spent in the capital of the dwarves and the hideout of the Varden, but yet Seris had always felt like that was her place.
However, Farthen Dur was now so far behind her that it seemed but a distant memory, fragile and broken. Yet, Seris thought defiantly, the Varden would not fall; it was Galbatorix's reign that would end, and soon, if she and the others had anything to do with it: the sooner, the better, for the sake of all involved.
(Yeah, the sample RP is a little weak, but I'm itching to get to work in Igualda Falls and I can't concentrate. XD)
