Post by Ithilien Belaqua on Dec 10, 2007 16:37:58 GMT -5
Name: Ithilien Belaqua
Age: 120
Race: Elf
Group: Pirate/Neutral citizen
Please try to write at least 5 lines for each of the following:
Appearance:
Ithilien has long, wavy, shoulder length brown hair, striking hazel eyes, and pale, fair skin. She is about 5'6'' and has a slender body and moves with grace and agility. She often leaves her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face but occasionally leaves it down in which case it hides her pointed ears. Though she is thin, she has more strength that can be expected of her at a glance.
Personality:
Ithilien is a kindhearted person. She is there for whoever needs her, and is always dependable. She is gentle and sweet, and she has a head on her shoulders. She normally knows what she wants, and she is intelligent. However, she has a partially short temper. When she wants something, she will do most anything to get it, whatever it is. She is very determined, and little can steer her off her course.
She can be immature but knows when to be serious. She is constantly thinking and she sometimes holds emotions in for too long. She tries to avoid all confrontation at all costs.
History:
Born in Ellsmera, Ithilien was a normal enough elf. As other female elves she grew to be quite attractive as well as active. From a young age she was trained in fighting and magics, excelling in both, although she had an occasional clumsy moment here and there. After an incident with a potion she knocked over that burned a friend, she was harshly criticized and became a slight outcast.
In her bitterness she trained herself, magically and physically, worked on stealth to remain unseen in things she did. She finally tested out her skills when she went to pirate things she wanted from the people who had shunned her, thus exacting her revenge, but it became a habit. Through this addictive habit she became stealthy, and an expert swordswoman, while remaining decent at magics. However now she came to a decision that she didn't want to commit mutiny only if she had to, say, for the Varden. Now she is a neutral citizen in which she remains practicing and honing her skills as well as keep her intelligence up.
Abilities:
Strength--- 7
Endurance---5
Speed---5
Intelligence--- 10
Sneak ability—7
Dexterity--- 5
Personality---5
Sword skills---10
SAMPLE POST:
Gold coin jingled in Ithilien's pocket as she swiftly made her way to the familiar forest she knew so well to her hidden tree base. Her hair, down today, bounced lightly on her shoulders as she moved through the trees of various shapes and sizes, and random branches on the ground that willed to trip her as she occasionally had a tendency to fall for. Going her way, she found her base and climbed up the inconspicuous ridges that led to her secret sanctum in the sky as she made it to the top and into it.
Drawstrings from a sack dangled out of her pocket, and as she grabbed them, she took out the satchel that held the coins she managed to pilfer from that wretched elf who once humiliated and shunned her. It was a full bag and she tossed it onto a nearby table as she plopped down to take a seat in a chair, but not before unstrapping her sword from her belt. She heaved a sigh as she glanced at the bag of money, and began to think.
She was a pirate, but she wasn't always one. She mutinied, but only for revenge, and she was lucky this time; she didn't face any difficulties in completing her self-assigned task. To get her mind off of her conflicting thoughts, she silently summoned a magic book and opened it in her lap, silently beginning to read and study.
Age: 120
Race: Elf
Group: Pirate/Neutral citizen
Please try to write at least 5 lines for each of the following:
Appearance:
Ithilien has long, wavy, shoulder length brown hair, striking hazel eyes, and pale, fair skin. She is about 5'6'' and has a slender body and moves with grace and agility. She often leaves her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face but occasionally leaves it down in which case it hides her pointed ears. Though she is thin, she has more strength that can be expected of her at a glance.
Personality:
Ithilien is a kindhearted person. She is there for whoever needs her, and is always dependable. She is gentle and sweet, and she has a head on her shoulders. She normally knows what she wants, and she is intelligent. However, she has a partially short temper. When she wants something, she will do most anything to get it, whatever it is. She is very determined, and little can steer her off her course.
She can be immature but knows when to be serious. She is constantly thinking and she sometimes holds emotions in for too long. She tries to avoid all confrontation at all costs.
History:
Born in Ellsmera, Ithilien was a normal enough elf. As other female elves she grew to be quite attractive as well as active. From a young age she was trained in fighting and magics, excelling in both, although she had an occasional clumsy moment here and there. After an incident with a potion she knocked over that burned a friend, she was harshly criticized and became a slight outcast.
In her bitterness she trained herself, magically and physically, worked on stealth to remain unseen in things she did. She finally tested out her skills when she went to pirate things she wanted from the people who had shunned her, thus exacting her revenge, but it became a habit. Through this addictive habit she became stealthy, and an expert swordswoman, while remaining decent at magics. However now she came to a decision that she didn't want to commit mutiny only if she had to, say, for the Varden. Now she is a neutral citizen in which she remains practicing and honing her skills as well as keep her intelligence up.
Abilities:
Strength--- 7
Endurance---5
Speed---5
Intelligence--- 10
Sneak ability—7
Dexterity--- 5
Personality---5
Sword skills---10
SAMPLE POST:
Gold coin jingled in Ithilien's pocket as she swiftly made her way to the familiar forest she knew so well to her hidden tree base. Her hair, down today, bounced lightly on her shoulders as she moved through the trees of various shapes and sizes, and random branches on the ground that willed to trip her as she occasionally had a tendency to fall for. Going her way, she found her base and climbed up the inconspicuous ridges that led to her secret sanctum in the sky as she made it to the top and into it.
Drawstrings from a sack dangled out of her pocket, and as she grabbed them, she took out the satchel that held the coins she managed to pilfer from that wretched elf who once humiliated and shunned her. It was a full bag and she tossed it onto a nearby table as she plopped down to take a seat in a chair, but not before unstrapping her sword from her belt. She heaved a sigh as she glanced at the bag of money, and began to think.
She was a pirate, but she wasn't always one. She mutinied, but only for revenge, and she was lucky this time; she didn't face any difficulties in completing her self-assigned task. To get her mind off of her conflicting thoughts, she silently summoned a magic book and opened it in her lap, silently beginning to read and study.