Post by tsunade06 on Aug 21, 2011 16:19:13 GMT -5
Name:
Eidyn Medris (pronounced I-din)
Alias: Kayne Verne
Age: 125
Race: Elf
Occupation:
A sorcerer, though he hides it, instead pretending to be somewhat familar with magic, as that is assumed from any elf. He makes his livelihood off being a con artist and forger. He has currently set himself up as a legitimate seller of antique and rare artifacts, and occasionally freelances as translator.
Allegiance:
He is a loner. He serves himself first, but will sell his services to the highest bidder. He feels that such things as morals and ethics are for those that can afford them, like the wealthy.
Appearance:
Eidyn has slightly wavy blond hair reaching just past his shoulders and bangs reaching just past his ears, that he wears combed to the side. His hair is usually worn tied back with a piece of string, yarn, ribbon, or whatever he has at hand. He is known for being very random with his hair ties. His formal hairstyle is simply wearing his hair untied.
He is of average height, about 5 foot 6 inches. He also has a slender build that makes him appear much weaker then he actually is. He is rather effeminate in his features and is frequently mistaken for a boyish woman. It is something he has learned to play up in his less than legitimate business and frequently takes on his alias, a woman.
He has a scar on his lower left arm that is a reminder from his uncle as to why one pays absolute attention during weapon practice. He also has a high metabolism, remaining thin even with his love of food.
Personality:
Eidyn is very reserved and quiet in everything he does, his life depends on it. He puts on a mask for the people around him even when he doesn't have to, because it is easier to pretend then to show his real self. He herself doesn't really feel (or at least recognize his feelings) how to react to people, so he tries his best to copy how others react. He he thinks he should be reacting. His relationships as a result, are all fake. Even outside of his work. He feels extremely lonely as a result.
He is very shy and tends to be keep people at a distance. Close enough that he is at times surrounded by others but never close enough that they get to know his inner thoughts. Eidyn doesn't allow people close enough to let them hurt him.
He is very good at mimicking people. Mannerisms, voices, even emotions. He has spent a great deal of time copying the reactions of others. He is very determined, and logical. Nor does he allow emotions to get in the way of anything he does. He can't afford to!
Eidyn excels in anything requiring memory work, and typically has a great deal of facts and trivia on hand. He uses such things to divert attention from topics he is uncomfortable discussing -like himself. He works alone quite easily, when he makes up his mind to do a task. When he sets himself to something, he is almost single-minded in his work. Little distracts him from it.
He enjoys music greatly, and plays the fiddle passably for someone who hasn't had much practice. He loves being outside and spends much of his spare time riding and wandering around. He loves his current work. It cames easily to him, because to him history was a never-ending story.
History:
Eidyn was born in Teirm. His mother, already spending nearly a hundred years as a spy for Du Weldenvarden, had finally fallen pregnant. To her lover, and contact, within the Du Weldenvarden. He, also a full elf, had been courting her for years. It had been nearing the second decade of their relationship, that she had fallen pregnant. They had chosen to keep it secret from the Du Weldenvarden, as this was not something they would have approved of. Certainly, a child would be of much interest and use, but the relationship between spy and handler? Not particularly! They would be separated, as her mission was far too important to pull her back home, and he- well, he'd likely spend a great deal of time being punished for putting something like this at risk! While they could fight several of the Du Weldenvarde, they were no match if the organization chose to show them the error of their ways. She was too valuable as a spy in the human lands, as one of the few elves willing to masquerade as a human amongst a elf-hating populace. Intelligent, she moved around very frequently, and rarely stood out. She was also one of the few able to actually live a plausible life for a human. When she lived in cities, she m
Roleplaying Sample:
This from a roleplay called The Queen's Arrows, based on the Valdemar books by Mercedes Lackey.
Kaelin grinned at her reaction, or lack of one, at his little joke about companions. Most Valdemarans would be quite offended at his less then flattering description of their 'oh so perfect' companions. At least the non-Heralds. Then again, she wasn't Valdemaran. Or human, for the matter... He had to wonder, was her lack of a reaction to in some way influenced by the fact that she wasn't human? That probably drastically changed the perspective of certain things; the whole 'non human in a country dominated by humans' bit probably made for a different experience then that of a human foreigner. Oh, how he wanted to ask her what Valdemar looked like to her - but no, that would be unbearably rude... Still, maybe maneuvering the conversation in that direction? No, that wouldn't be fair to her, and knowing his luck he'd probably be so obvious that it would be even more rude and foolish then asking her outright.
He didn't have much time to dwell on the companion bit, since what she said about their vales completely captivated his attention. "The fact that no one knows where your vales are is absolutely incredible!" He blurted out, then grinned shyly, feeling like he may have put his foot in it. "I mean, that human fear of the unknown and the magical is almost all that has protected them from the prying eyes of others. Considering, it doesn't sound like the Shin'a'in or Tayledras could raise a large defense..." He finished shyly as what had began as a backpedaling attempt to cover up his rather silly comment, became a more philosophical one. "Isn't it a very risky idea to introduce themselves to everyone else, then? I mean, people are generally less scared of the unknown after they have faced it and it isn't such an unknown anymore..." Then again, the idea that people seemed to accept magic so easily and quickly also scared him. Havens! They seemed to think it was the solution for every little problem or ill that they came across. At least that was the problem with the commoners he came across on his circuit - he was eternally grateful that that was not so much the case in Haven. He'd picked up enough information from reading the numerous books in his grandfather's Rethwellan home to know that magic was rarely the answer to anything. Not that he feared it - it was as much a tool as any other gift.
Still, he hoped for everyone's sake that the polite well mannered Tayledras currently in Valdemar were not taken to be weak or as possible prey... Maybe it was just the fact that his interactions with mercenaries, and his mother, that he didn't think this civility and friendliness didn't also have a much harder and colder side. Havens, he only had to look at his mother and brother. Dressed in the standard garb of the nobility, they probably would never be taken for anything remotely threatening. Lauric was just so pretty, that most would never believe that he was the deadly swordsman that he was. His mother had been even more so... He cursed mentally, keeping his smile plastered to his face, as his thoughts went back to his mother. He'd still not quite come to the point where he could think of her without getting upset. He missed her far too much, and the method of her death made it all the more painful. Such a stupid risk she'd taken, riding a unbroken horse. It was such a waste, a death like that...
Eidyn Medris (pronounced I-din)
Alias: Kayne Verne
Age: 125
Race: Elf
Occupation:
A sorcerer, though he hides it, instead pretending to be somewhat familar with magic, as that is assumed from any elf. He makes his livelihood off being a con artist and forger. He has currently set himself up as a legitimate seller of antique and rare artifacts, and occasionally freelances as translator.
Allegiance:
He is a loner. He serves himself first, but will sell his services to the highest bidder. He feels that such things as morals and ethics are for those that can afford them, like the wealthy.
Appearance:
Eidyn has slightly wavy blond hair reaching just past his shoulders and bangs reaching just past his ears, that he wears combed to the side. His hair is usually worn tied back with a piece of string, yarn, ribbon, or whatever he has at hand. He is known for being very random with his hair ties. His formal hairstyle is simply wearing his hair untied.
He is of average height, about 5 foot 6 inches. He also has a slender build that makes him appear much weaker then he actually is. He is rather effeminate in his features and is frequently mistaken for a boyish woman. It is something he has learned to play up in his less than legitimate business and frequently takes on his alias, a woman.
He has a scar on his lower left arm that is a reminder from his uncle as to why one pays absolute attention during weapon practice. He also has a high metabolism, remaining thin even with his love of food.
Personality:
Eidyn is very reserved and quiet in everything he does, his life depends on it. He puts on a mask for the people around him even when he doesn't have to, because it is easier to pretend then to show his real self. He herself doesn't really feel (or at least recognize his feelings) how to react to people, so he tries his best to copy how others react. He he thinks he should be reacting. His relationships as a result, are all fake. Even outside of his work. He feels extremely lonely as a result.
He is very shy and tends to be keep people at a distance. Close enough that he is at times surrounded by others but never close enough that they get to know his inner thoughts. Eidyn doesn't allow people close enough to let them hurt him.
He is very good at mimicking people. Mannerisms, voices, even emotions. He has spent a great deal of time copying the reactions of others. He is very determined, and logical. Nor does he allow emotions to get in the way of anything he does. He can't afford to!
Eidyn excels in anything requiring memory work, and typically has a great deal of facts and trivia on hand. He uses such things to divert attention from topics he is uncomfortable discussing -like himself. He works alone quite easily, when he makes up his mind to do a task. When he sets himself to something, he is almost single-minded in his work. Little distracts him from it.
He enjoys music greatly, and plays the fiddle passably for someone who hasn't had much practice. He loves being outside and spends much of his spare time riding and wandering around. He loves his current work. It cames easily to him, because to him history was a never-ending story.
History:
Eidyn was born in Teirm. His mother, already spending nearly a hundred years as a spy for Du Weldenvarden, had finally fallen pregnant. To her lover, and contact, within the Du Weldenvarden. He, also a full elf, had been courting her for years. It had been nearing the second decade of their relationship, that she had fallen pregnant. They had chosen to keep it secret from the Du Weldenvarden, as this was not something they would have approved of. Certainly, a child would be of much interest and use, but the relationship between spy and handler? Not particularly! They would be separated, as her mission was far too important to pull her back home, and he- well, he'd likely spend a great deal of time being punished for putting something like this at risk! While they could fight several of the Du Weldenvarde, they were no match if the organization chose to show them the error of their ways. She was too valuable as a spy in the human lands, as one of the few elves willing to masquerade as a human amongst a elf-hating populace. Intelligent, she moved around very frequently, and rarely stood out. She was also one of the few able to actually live a plausible life for a human. When she lived in cities, she m
Roleplaying Sample:
This from a roleplay called The Queen's Arrows, based on the Valdemar books by Mercedes Lackey.
Kaelin grinned at her reaction, or lack of one, at his little joke about companions. Most Valdemarans would be quite offended at his less then flattering description of their 'oh so perfect' companions. At least the non-Heralds. Then again, she wasn't Valdemaran. Or human, for the matter... He had to wonder, was her lack of a reaction to in some way influenced by the fact that she wasn't human? That probably drastically changed the perspective of certain things; the whole 'non human in a country dominated by humans' bit probably made for a different experience then that of a human foreigner. Oh, how he wanted to ask her what Valdemar looked like to her - but no, that would be unbearably rude... Still, maybe maneuvering the conversation in that direction? No, that wouldn't be fair to her, and knowing his luck he'd probably be so obvious that it would be even more rude and foolish then asking her outright.
He didn't have much time to dwell on the companion bit, since what she said about their vales completely captivated his attention. "The fact that no one knows where your vales are is absolutely incredible!" He blurted out, then grinned shyly, feeling like he may have put his foot in it. "I mean, that human fear of the unknown and the magical is almost all that has protected them from the prying eyes of others. Considering, it doesn't sound like the Shin'a'in or Tayledras could raise a large defense..." He finished shyly as what had began as a backpedaling attempt to cover up his rather silly comment, became a more philosophical one. "Isn't it a very risky idea to introduce themselves to everyone else, then? I mean, people are generally less scared of the unknown after they have faced it and it isn't such an unknown anymore..." Then again, the idea that people seemed to accept magic so easily and quickly also scared him. Havens! They seemed to think it was the solution for every little problem or ill that they came across. At least that was the problem with the commoners he came across on his circuit - he was eternally grateful that that was not so much the case in Haven. He'd picked up enough information from reading the numerous books in his grandfather's Rethwellan home to know that magic was rarely the answer to anything. Not that he feared it - it was as much a tool as any other gift.
Still, he hoped for everyone's sake that the polite well mannered Tayledras currently in Valdemar were not taken to be weak or as possible prey... Maybe it was just the fact that his interactions with mercenaries, and his mother, that he didn't think this civility and friendliness didn't also have a much harder and colder side. Havens, he only had to look at his mother and brother. Dressed in the standard garb of the nobility, they probably would never be taken for anything remotely threatening. Lauric was just so pretty, that most would never believe that he was the deadly swordsman that he was. His mother had been even more so... He cursed mentally, keeping his smile plastered to his face, as his thoughts went back to his mother. He'd still not quite come to the point where he could think of her without getting upset. He missed her far too much, and the method of her death made it all the more painful. Such a stupid risk she'd taken, riding a unbroken horse. It was such a waste, a death like that...