Post by Alaria on Sept 9, 2007 1:06:19 GMT 10
Name: Alaria
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Ice Warrior
Weapons of Choice: Sword and Long Bow
Pet: Sampson is a young white snow tiger. When he was just a cub, Alaria found him alone in the forest, and took him home. She raised him alongside herself, teaching him to fight on command, stand guard, and just be a friend. His eyes are a pale blue, almost silver color, and he is rather large. He is of magnificent size, with paws the size of small dinner plates.
Inn: None
Link: None
Ship: None
Link: None
Wings: No
Appearance: Alaria is a pale woman with bright blonde hair that flows way down to her hips. Her eyes are a pale blue, and have somewhat of a sparkle to them. Her arms are thin and strong, and her legs are thick with muscle. Her height is five feet six inches. Alaria has a long scar on her face running from her left eyes to her collarbone. It may look like she is blind in that eye, but she she's just as good as always.
Personality: Alaria is a fun loving woman, but that rarely shows, as she is constantly in battle or practice. The only one who really see's what she is like, is Sampson. She is a hard woman, who has skill with many weapons but chooses the sword and bow. When fighting, her face is still and emotionless, and when out just wandering, she is always laughing with tinkling bells.
Alaria loves to draw and sing, but since she is a warrior, rarely has time for it. She can be secluded sometimes, drawing away from others, but doesn't mind having some fun hanging around with them. She is a cunning woman, who can play many roles, of either a warrior, or a lady.
Role-Play Sample: Alaria walked along the stone path in the garden, and fingered the many flowers. Her fingers trailed along the petals, each one fluffing up at her touch. Smileing, she looked down at Sampson. He snuffed and she laughed, scratching behind his ears. He always knew what to say.
Her long blue dress flowed behind her, dragging on the ground. The sleeves tapered to a point at her middle finger, and the shoulder pads on her dress sparkled with gems. With bare feet, she made no noise walking. The long thin scar on her face was barely visable on her pale skin.
A scuttle on the bushes on her right made her cock her head a little, and Sampson growled. Shushing him, she bent down and pulled a small dagger from the folds of her dress. Standing, she kept it hidden among her sleeves. The being crawled from the shadows and made a noise. A tiny meow. The kitten leaped after a butterfly, and Alaria laughed.
Looks like we underestimated that noise, didn't we Sampson? The white tiger seemed to laugh, a rumble coming from his throat. Alaria sat down on the edge of a stone fountain, the water trickling hehind her. Sampson leaped into it, and lounged on the steps in it. Snow fell around her, and she held her hand out to catch some. This was how it was meant to be. Peace at last.
Laying out, Alaria closed her eyes. She was accustomed to the snow, and was used to being in it. Petting Sampson's head, he closed his eyes. If tigers could purr, thats what he would be doing. Instead, he rumbled out a happy growl. His tongue seeped from his mouth to lick her hand. Laughing, she thought of a song.
I have often dreamed,
Of a far off place,
Where a hero is welcomed.
Where the crowds will cheer,
When they see my face,
And a voice keeps saying this is where Im meant to be. Sampson added his own voice to her song, soft roars coming out.
A Storm is Coming.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Ice Warrior
Weapons of Choice: Sword and Long Bow
Pet: Sampson is a young white snow tiger. When he was just a cub, Alaria found him alone in the forest, and took him home. She raised him alongside herself, teaching him to fight on command, stand guard, and just be a friend. His eyes are a pale blue, almost silver color, and he is rather large. He is of magnificent size, with paws the size of small dinner plates.
Inn: None
Link: None
Ship: None
Link: None
Wings: No
Appearance: Alaria is a pale woman with bright blonde hair that flows way down to her hips. Her eyes are a pale blue, and have somewhat of a sparkle to them. Her arms are thin and strong, and her legs are thick with muscle. Her height is five feet six inches. Alaria has a long scar on her face running from her left eyes to her collarbone. It may look like she is blind in that eye, but she she's just as good as always.
Personality: Alaria is a fun loving woman, but that rarely shows, as she is constantly in battle or practice. The only one who really see's what she is like, is Sampson. She is a hard woman, who has skill with many weapons but chooses the sword and bow. When fighting, her face is still and emotionless, and when out just wandering, she is always laughing with tinkling bells.
Alaria loves to draw and sing, but since she is a warrior, rarely has time for it. She can be secluded sometimes, drawing away from others, but doesn't mind having some fun hanging around with them. She is a cunning woman, who can play many roles, of either a warrior, or a lady.
Role-Play Sample: Alaria walked along the stone path in the garden, and fingered the many flowers. Her fingers trailed along the petals, each one fluffing up at her touch. Smileing, she looked down at Sampson. He snuffed and she laughed, scratching behind his ears. He always knew what to say.
Her long blue dress flowed behind her, dragging on the ground. The sleeves tapered to a point at her middle finger, and the shoulder pads on her dress sparkled with gems. With bare feet, she made no noise walking. The long thin scar on her face was barely visable on her pale skin.
A scuttle on the bushes on her right made her cock her head a little, and Sampson growled. Shushing him, she bent down and pulled a small dagger from the folds of her dress. Standing, she kept it hidden among her sleeves. The being crawled from the shadows and made a noise. A tiny meow. The kitten leaped after a butterfly, and Alaria laughed.
Looks like we underestimated that noise, didn't we Sampson? The white tiger seemed to laugh, a rumble coming from his throat. Alaria sat down on the edge of a stone fountain, the water trickling hehind her. Sampson leaped into it, and lounged on the steps in it. Snow fell around her, and she held her hand out to catch some. This was how it was meant to be. Peace at last.
Laying out, Alaria closed her eyes. She was accustomed to the snow, and was used to being in it. Petting Sampson's head, he closed his eyes. If tigers could purr, thats what he would be doing. Instead, he rumbled out a happy growl. His tongue seeped from his mouth to lick her hand. Laughing, she thought of a song.
I have often dreamed,
Of a far off place,
Where a hero is welcomed.
Where the crowds will cheer,
When they see my face,
And a voice keeps saying this is where Im meant to be. Sampson added his own voice to her song, soft roars coming out.
A Storm is Coming.
