Post by ladymoth on Oct 28, 2010 3:20:31 GMT -5
(<- Actress name Freida Pinto)Name: Maid Edoc'silmati Ekarlaufsbläd of Du Andlatlíf daughter of Raudhr Ekarlaufsbläd, the Archduke of Du Andlatif, or Ed’ for short
Age: 100 years old
Race: elf
Occupation: While technically unemployed she does do odd jobs around Du Andlatíf
a day in the life
Allegiance: She’s good and moral but not beyond doing the wrong thing if it means she’ll survive. She’s also got a slightly skewed view of morality considering that she was raised in and elvish culture, meaning that she was told that she was the superior race.
Physical Description:
Lithe and nimble Ed’ is a picture of athleticism but that is true of most elves. She is almost reaching six feet tall, but is short by a hair, and she has no fat to trim. Her grey eyes are large and her eyelashes are black, made to seem longer by the black paint that she rubs over them every morning to keep the sun from her eyes. Her hair to is long and dark and usually pulled back into a tight bun.
Unlike several of the other female elves from the cities however Ed’ is not a wall flower who sits in the shade and lets the color bleach out of her skin; on the contrary she is dark from working under the Hadarac sun. In terms of elvish beauty her muscular toned arms, dark skin, and sleep-deprived eyes are unsightly.
This does not keep Ed’ from trying to follow the latest elven fashion trends. She adorns herself with white gold bands and bracelets, heavy lavish necklaces, and earrings made of famed peacock-tail-eyes. On her head she wears a diadem sparkling with amber, even her feet wear bells. She wraps herself in white saris to scathe off the harsh sunlight, and always wears another sari over her head, but the color usually depends on her mood that day.
Personality: She’s something of a mastermind, and that’s not really a good thing for someone in her position. When she wakes up her mind is going at a mile a minute. All day long she walks around Du Andlatíf and takes on task that needs to be done; she does all this wearing a dress and five pounds of gold and jewels all over her body. When her body is tired at about sunset she goes inside and she reads books, trying to sedate her need to constantly think and plan. After a few hours of reading he usually gives up the ghost and finally indulges her Mastermind; she sits down at a desk in her room and plans; she plans irrigation systems, she plans when to plant the crops, she plans on inventing weird and wonderful devices that will grind grains and purify water without any manual labor. Mostly however she plans to escape Du Andlatíf and never come back. At the end of every day before she goes to bed Ed’ rips up and burns the plans she makes, save for the ones on the subject of escaping (those she hides under the floorboards.) Ever so often she will mentally recall her notes and suggest an idea or two to her father over the upkeep of Du Andlatíf, she does this rarely enough so that her father thinks she’s nothing more than an average hyperactive young woman.
History:
Du Andlatíf or The Death-life as it would be translated to in English is a small sentry point in the Hadarac located a week away from Kirtan in Du Weldenvarden, if one traveled on horse, and while technically a Dukedom it is really nothing more than a small fortress with a tall tower, that fifty odd elves are employed to maintain. The Archduke Raudhr Ekarlaufsbläd is a proud man, and unusually broad for an elf. He has a mate of several hundred years, and a daughter who is the apple of his eye.
The daughter, whom is named Edoc'silmati is in his eyes a very beautiful young woman of good taste in clothes, soft spoken and, if it wasn’t for the way that she dithered around Du Andlatíf all day, an excellent mate for any of the noble elves in all of Du Weldenvarden… which is why he forbade her to leave Du Andlatíf.
Roleplaying Sample:
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been planning this.. okay she knew how long she’d been planning this, she’d been planning this for thirty-five years, five months, six days, and eighteen hours. I just wanted to make it sound like it was such a long time that she had lost count, but Ed’ never loses count of things. The day had finally come, the night seemed right for it; that was the only reason she picked tonight. The air was crisp, the stars were dazzling, and her parents went to bed early, so they would defiantly be asleep now. The thing was she had been ready for two years now, but for some reason or another she had always put it off. She couldn’t understand her attachment to this place; frankly it was a pile of sand with some rocks built around it. The people here could hardly even be called elves; they were dark skinned and haggard. What she didn’t realizes was, be it ever so humble it was still her home, or at least it was for the next few minutes anyway.
Ed’ scurried down the steps descending the century tower and into the courtyard, the last time she would see the courtyard... it suddenly occurred to her that it would have been the last time she saw the inside of the tower as well, but she was outside now. She didn’t have time to be sentimental, but she couldn’t help it. She pinched herself in the arm and flitted off to the kitchen. After stealing as much of the food as would fit into her bag she started to walk around the kitchen and grab other provisions; the table cloth would serve as another blanket for her, the silverware could be sold in an emergency, she stopped and looked at a large butcher’s knife. She grabbed hold of the handle and pulled it out of the block of wood it was resting in with one fluid motion; she never knew if she might run into some unsavory characters on the road. Silent as the darkness it’s self she filled a skin of water then darted into the stables where Maor, the fleabitten-grey stallion was waiting for her. She opened another one of the bags she had draped over her arm and filled it with grain, and then she abandoned the bags as she tied on Maor’s saddle and reins. She came back to the bags and attached them to the saddle and then (with a little difficulty thanks to the added weight of her jewelry,) she put herself in the saddle, riding sidesaddle, as was the fashion.
She must have been quite a sight that night, riding alone though the desert without another sentient soul for miles all around her; Maid Edoc'silmati Ekarlaufsbläd of Du Andlatlíf daughter of Raudhr Ekarlaufsbläd, the Archduke of Du Andlatif in all of her finery sitting like a princess on her jaunty light footed stallion as if she were riding though the center of Ellesméra; but there was no one to see her. The idea was echoing over and over again in Ed’s head, as if she finally had nothing else to think about. It had been so hard to leave at first, but now she was grinning from ear to ear like a silly human girl.
