eilia rylinnell

[pterodactyl]

i am scorn in this heavenly scheme
with a stench of destruction
i’m a reaper of beautiful dreams
and she knows
i’m on the edge
sacrilege

push me over

tell me once upon a time
i close my eyes
and see myself reborn
righting the wrong
i won’t stay to stand in line
or wait for god to shine all over me
i wait for the storm

i am you
and know that you heard
you and i are the last
at the end of the world
then we talk
and we run
and we hide
then so what
the human race
suffocates

leave me breathless

tell me once upon a time
i close my eyes
and see myself reborn
righting the wrong
i won’t stay to stand in line
or wait for god to shine all over me
i wait for the storm

move along
through the ashes of a dream
move along
and see myself anew again

MY NAME

but only the one you say

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eilia rylinnell

YEARS

that i've lived on earth[/center]

one-hundred eighty-seven years

RACE

one among many[/center]

elf

OCCUPATION

thwarts the devil's efforts[/center]

kirtan military lieutenant

ALLEGIANCES

are made in blood[/center]

she's loyal to those above her and to her city. elves from other places, the elves that abandoned her and her kinfolk to the onslaught of broddring and urgal alike, shall find no hospitality in her.

APPEARANCES
can be deceiving

eilia is tall, but doesn't tower over the taller males of her species. she is slender, but not weak and delicate like many of the worthless elf females whose only concerns are laughter and merriment. muscular, resilient, and able to beat the tar out of any opponent thrown her way, this lieutenant is a striking figure. her tanned skin brings out the icy blue of her eyes, which are more communicative than her mouth. long jet black hair matches eilia's battle outfit to the letter.

her battle armor almost never comes off, indicating her constant readiness to rend a head from its shoulders. eilia wears a form-fitting black leather garment designed to both accentuate her curves and allow freedom of movement, along with bracers and arm bands of the same leather. her breast plate is essentially bronze, molded to her shape and crafted in swirls and loops, which hooks to her leathers and connects to her back plate, which is quite similar. eilia also wears a black cape, with claw-like shoulder attachments, and a heavy metal chain is slung from her right shoulder to left hip. always with her are the sword sheathed on her back and the chakram at her belt, used like a boomerang of sorts, but much more deadly.

WHAT'S INSIDE
is what counts

eilia rylinnell is like all elves, in some ways. she has the wisdom of her many long years, and yet is still young. she possesses the unmatched frivolity and merry disposition only present in those who have no natural death to fear. she has a strength of body, mind, and magic that no other race can attain. yet in spite of all this, eilia has a personality all her own.

the long years since her mate, kierlan, was killed have worn upon this elf like wind and sand and water upon a mountain. his death was only thirty-five years ago, which is an eye's blink in elven standards, but the prospect of a world without kierlan and a long life alone are enough to weigh on eilia, eroding her spirit a little more every day. before his death, she was bright, happy, and a smile always lingered on her face. now, she barks orders and throws herself swordpoint-first into any battle she can find with something almost akin to a deathwish.

with her army, eilia is a fearless leader, ruthless enforcer, and selfless protector. she generally hides behind a mask of impassivity, letting her icy eyes convey her thoughts for her and only allowing a marginal amount of mental contact. when her army is threatened, however, she springs to life, unwilling to let another elf feel what she has felt after her loss. eilia has also laid out the rules and expects them to be followed, enforcing them whenever necessary with an iron fist.

although she is a trained tactician, eilia can make severe mistakes when her emotions or past experiences get in the way of the plan and cloud her judgment. she also doesn't like listening to advisers or the opinions of others, being of the opinion that she can handle everything herself. she is distrustful of elves from other cities, often to the point of hating them; she blames all outsider elves, responsible or not, for her mate's death and doesn't want anything to do with them. loyalty was strong in eilia, but she no longer knows what exactly she should be loyal to. she will bow to those higher than her, but she'll do what she believes to be right if they seem to be in the wrong. her independent personality does not allow anything less.

THE PAST
remains behind us

eilia rylinnell was born one hundred eighty seven years ago to a happy couple, each about four hundred and fifty years old. They'd been hoping for a child for many years now, and everything about eilia made them ecstatic.

eilia grew up in ellesmera, in a beautiful home sung from a powerful oak tree. Her mother, lynea, and her father, vondir, were good and kind and loving parents who absolutely doted on their young daughter. eilia was like any other elf child, filled with mirth and bursting with the urge to sing or dance or laugh.

when the time came, she was sent off to ilirea to be trained in magic as well as combat and the other scholarly areas. eilia did enjoy spending time in the library, leafing through various scrolls, but not as much as she reveled in the wondrous feeling of defeating an opponent...even if it was only play. her magic developed at a tandem pace with her abilities in swordplay, the latter giving her more physical strength with which to fuel the former.

during her nearly fifty year residence in ilirea, eilia met many other young elves getting their education. one was a young man, about five years older than her, who lived in ilia fëon and was named kierlan lenkren. when they first met, eilia left with a pulled shoulder and kierlan was nursing an aching head. for several years after that, they were sworn enemies, and wouldn't even study in the same lesson together. you couldn't enjoy a friendship with both elves at the same time, or even really mention one in the other's presence unless a swear word was in the same sentence.

all the tension broke near the end of kierlan's education, when the two were forced into a combat test as they were as close to the same skill level as two very different elves could get. each had drawn the other's blood. eilia had been beaten and was on the ground, frozen in the middle of regaining her feet. kierlan was about to deal the 'killing' blow when he stopped. a sort of understanding flowed between the combatants, and he dropped the long, thin sword in his hand, reaching that same hand out to lift his opponent to her feet. she took it, and the feud was over. their relationship then reversed, becoming the polar opposite of what it once was.

five years after kierlan went home to ilia fëon, eilia left ilirea and joined him. she was seventy-five at the time, and kierlan was eighty. their families met, being of similar social rank, and all was well. it was now that the young kierlan gave eilia her chakram, a ring of razor-edged silver inlaid with gold and sapphires. her sword was a product of a master's forge, given by her father at around this time. her horse, up until her hundredth birthday, wasn't constant. she just used whichever mount was available from either kierlan's or her parents' stables.

when eilia celebrated her hundredth birthday, a massive party was held, with elves from all over du weldenvarden participating. it was at this party that kierlan presented her with her first mare, argo, a beautiful palomino with a nearly-white mane. argo was expertly trained, and responded to eilia's every request with no hesitation. she had battle experience and could run on instincts or on command, acting as a sort of extension of her rider's body by repelling soldiers approaching from behind. from then on, all of eilia's mares have been direct descendants of argo and bred with the same traits as the original. currently, eilia's horse is argo number seven.

eilia rylinnell and kierlan lenkren were never married, in the strict sense of the word. although vondir and lynea rylinndell approved of kierlan, they were convinced that their daughter and her mate were far too young to commit to each other for eternity. there was to be no marriage until eilia was at least two-hundred years old, and everyone was still sure. even though they weren't officially a pair, the two elves knew they were two halves of the same whole. at the beginning of the blue divide, eilia and kierlan set out for kirtan to offer their skills in the double onslaught of enemies. they escaped unscathed from the tide of blood around them, for a time, and quickly rose through the ranks of the army as the officials died off or were replaced.

soon after eilia's one hundred and fifty second birthday, the city was abandoned by many elves fleeing for their lives. rylinndell and lenkren remained to fight, along with the other stalwart defenders of kirtan. for kierlan, this was a fatal decision. a massive kull, one of the urgal invading force that breached the city's defenses on a morning just like any other, killed the elf next to eilia's mate. kierlan, being the noble soul he was, attacked to avenge his fallen brother. the kull warrior ignored kierlan's blow and stabbed his weapon into the elf's heart. eilia, trapped in a knot of urgals herself, was not able to rush to her mate's side fast enough to hear his dying breath, but the face of the kull who destroyed her life was forever burned in her brain.

after that battle, eilia was promoted into kierlan's office, becoming the lieutenant in command of kirtan's army. she is an effective leader, but her hot-headedness and quick temper can lead to chaos within the ranks or death on the battlefield if she's not careful. every day she throws herself into the fight with a glint in her eye, like she's looking for death. she isn't allowed to die yet, though; she's waiting to find that one monstrous urgal, the one who killed her beloved, and when she does, he will die a slow and painful death.

then and only then will eilia rylinnell be free to die.

A DAY IN THE LIFE

a hawk circles a dirty, black-smudged wasteland, looking for its next meal. its keen gaze alights upon an elf, standing on the steps of a building that would have gleamed, were the entire city not a black blight on the landscape. light glinted off the elf's swirling bronze battle armor, and the black locks cascading from the top of her head to halfway down her back. other elven forms bustled about the city, carrying, repairing, making. the hawk gave a scream, having given up the search for prey in this lifeless husk of a city. it pulled out of its circle with a mere twitch of a few of its pinion feathers, going off in search of greener forests teeming with life.

unfortunately for eilia rylinnell, looking for peace over the horizon was not an option. as the lieutenant of kirtan's military, she was required to keep residence with her men. of course, even if she were to leave, where would she go? what would she do? visit her parents? visit kierlan's parents? not alone. since there was no one left to her, she would simply go on in the path she and kierlan had laid out for now, and wait for that kull to show his face again. when he did, eilia would kill him, and then hopefully she would find a way to be ended as well.

but enough of that. there was business to be done. having already seen to argo's needs, eilia was waiting here on the steps of the city's main chambers for something to happen. meanwhile, she could organize her thoughts for the day and make her action plans. someone had to command the defense of kirtan and, therefore, a majority of du weldenvarden, and that someone was her.

two elves, soldiers she recognized from the second barrack and from guard duty outside her quarters, came sprinting around the corner of the chamber building. "lieutenant, lieutenant!" they cried, stopping before their commander. eilia had long since dispensed with formalities when the time it took to perform a greeting or pay respect could mean someone's death. the lieutenant's icy blue eyes and raised eyebrow indicated that the breathless elves should speak. "at the change of the watch outside your rooms, we and the two new guards caught a spy trying to break in!"

eilia frowned. this had happened before, but rarely. if it were a common occurrence, her guards would already know what to do with the spy without ever mentioning the incident to her. "let's go meet him, shall we?" her lazy drawl was quiet amid the morning din of the city, but the two soldiers heard her perfectly. hands clasped behind her back, the leather-clad elf tripped lightly down the steps with the effortless grace of her race and headed off in the direction of her quarters, a set of rooms located in the first barrack but separated from the main troop floor.

upon reaching their destination, the three elves gave a curt nod to the two soldiers holding a calm elf of middling height and nondescript features. the spy didn't struggle or cry out, but seemed resigned to his fate. eilia was quiet and to the point. "either you can tell me who you work for and why you're here, or i can take it from your mind and then kill you very slowly and painfully." the spy only stared at kirtan's first lieutenant, saying nothing and giving nothing away.

"as you wish," she said mildly. then came the searching. the lieutenant opened her mind, probing with a tendril of thought not unlike a sharp, redhot poker. the spy's mental walls were strong, but eilia had experience in mind-breaking, and the sheer force of her anger tore apart his resistance. icy daggers stabbed just behind the lieutenant's eyes, making her knees weak, but she pressed on until she found what she was looking for. a little unnecessary destruction in the spy's mind assuaged her frustration, and she prodded him rather sharply with her hot-poker tendril before releasing him from her grip.

the man slumped in the soldiers' grasp, and eilia made a gesture across her neck with two fingers. they had heard her threat to cause the spy's death slowly and painfully. her guards could be trusted to carry that out. now, however, it was time to prepare for her meeting with general myaja slated for that afternoon.

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[Emma]

Fantastic bio! =D Accepted!