Post by grace on Jul 18, 2011 9:55:05 GMT -5
Name: Faux ("False" in French) Havel ("Breath" in Hebrew)
Age: 97 years old
Race: Elf
Occupation: Magic User
Allegiance: Dellanir Dröttning
Physical Description:
Faux has appears to be rather charming and innocent with her pleasing looks. The elf has lovely red wavy locks that hover more than a few inches above her hips. The woman's eyes vary from a clear silver-blue to a calming olive green. Her sleek body is covered with tattered beige and white cloth that makes up a dress. Faux prefers to walk about barefoot and because so, her feet are rarely seen conceited by footwear.
The woman's skin is nearly flawless and colored a light, pale tone and her pointed ears can be seen peeking out of her thick head of hair.
Personality:
Faux's appearance may fool you, she isn't the kindest elf you'd meet, although she can be very manipulative and guise herself as being sweet and innocent. On the inside though, she is rather sly and unforgiving. She can get almost whatever she wants and she can read others' minds like a book with different, fake personalities. The female is also as irritable as any 97 year old would be, she can become frustrated with just about anything within seconds although she can manage to hold herself in when she is mad or frustrated. Faux has almost no tolerance for humans or half-elves and is rather reclusive, preferring to spend her spare time alone rather than with friends or family.
History:
An elf child was born. Many relatives and friends of the mother came together to rejoice the wonderful event. Thousands huddled around a small cradle to get a glimpse of the beautiful baby girl who would accomplish many things in the long life she had ahead of her. The only thing that could, and would, get in her way was her insane father who hadn't been raised properly due to him being abandoned at birth. All the elves could do right then was protect this little beauty and watch her bloom.
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A cold-hearted man crept into the Havel's residence. He had not known any of the ancient language and had never been taught properly so he replied on his human-equivalent strength to get pleasure out of life. He held a dagger up to the neck of his sleeping daughter just moments before an enraged mother ran into the room. "Don't you dare hurt my daughter!" she yelled at him as her face turned a bright shade of red. She knew who this man was, and she wanted him out of her life and out of Algaesia. She snatched the weapon out of the killer's hand and threatened him with it, taking small stabs at his abdomen, chest and wrists. Once an awakened neighbor found out what had been going on inside the home, enough elves gathered around the building and chased the male out of the village, the small child still asleep only to be told of what had happened when she awoke. That night, Faux's mother had kept a close eye on her, not wanting her precious child to come any closer to death ever again.
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As Faux lied in bed asleep, her mother sat by her bedside and brushed away the thin red hair in her child's face with her fingertips. She was very proud of her daughter, but what bothered her was how much she was like her father. The woman would do whatever she had to in order to help her daughter grow into a fine young woman like herself, not her serial killer father.
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An elven mother blinked away the tears in her eyes as she watched her daughter enter the Citadel. She knew that someday this would happen, that she'd have to let her baby fly away and become an intelligent, powerful elf but she wasn't sure if she was ready for it. Her opinion of it no longer mattered after the two of them said their goodbyes and locked into a warm, loving hug. The mother just somehow knew that great things would happen for her daughter, very great things.
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The elf child sat in front of a warm fire-pit that had beautiful red, yellow and orange shades splashing into the flames. A rather tall, elderly elf peered at the fire intently for nearly an hour before he finally spoke, "Good, you've learned your first lesson of patience..." rather blankly as he continued to focus on the crackling fire. Moments later, the elder added on, "You just may be different, something special that I rarely get..." that being where the twos' bond began to develop into a very strong, unbreakable one.
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"Faux, do you remember your first lesson?" the battle mage asked blankly, eying the page full of words in the Ancient language. Faux cleared her throat and rubbed her temples before she replied, "Yes... Patience... I'll try again..." she said in an irritated and exhausted voice, all of the foreign words on the sheet starting to hurt her eyes. "Du Silbena Datia..." Faux said lowly as she eyed the large title at the top of the page, her eyes averting toward the lyrics. The Ancient language gave the woman the ability to use some magical spells, which helped her a lot later on in life in many scenarios.
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The day Faux's studies had ended she had grown far more self-reliant and stronger, both mentally and physically. She planted a kiss on the elder's cheek before a few weeks later when she was apart of a minor battle between the elves of Ellesmera and the elves living in a city nearby (Both under the reign of Dellanir) for a small chunk of land between their lands that possibly contained a small amount of brightsteel. Unfortunately, the battle didn't end before the death of her beloved battle mage and ever since then, she has always longed for his calming presence to be back by her side for just once more.
Roleplaying Sample:
A petite figure clung to a tree as she eyed the rising sun before her eyes. The elf's eyes sparkled with pleasure before she leaped down from the tree and silently muttered, "Well, today's a new day..." silently to herself, in hopes that it wouldn't be as bad as it had been yesterday. Yesterday, the entire day was filled with rain, humid air and blazing sulfur lightning the sent vibrations through the ground. She wasn't quite a fan of good weather though, the woman felt her best in frigid cold temperatures or in autumn's cool breezes and crisp, dead leaves.
The elf reached a delicate hand toward an apple up in an apple tree, then afterward taking a bite into it. She scrambled out toward the meadow in search of something to do, something to hunt also. hunting being one of the activities she liked best. While trying to reach a nearby meadow, she found a narrow river that flowed with a light trickling noise along with it. She knelt down toward the water and stuck her wounded wrist into it's cold, serene beauty. She heaved a small sigh of relief as her mind turned to her thoughts of Ellesmera. The red-haired elf jolted upward onto her feet when she had realized she needed to get back to Ellesmera. She trotted back to the capitol with a red fox trailing behind her. Hopefully she would have time to drift back into her little paradise soon enough.
My posts will be a lot longer than this, around 400+ so don't think my posts will be this short.
The elf reached a delicate hand toward an apple up in an apple tree, then afterward taking a bite into it. She scrambled out toward the meadow in search of something to do, something to hunt also. hunting being one of the activities she liked best. While trying to reach a nearby meadow, she found a narrow river that flowed with a light trickling noise along with it. She knelt down toward the water and stuck her wounded wrist into it's cold, serene beauty. She heaved a small sigh of relief as her mind turned to her thoughts of Ellesmera. The red-haired elf jolted upward onto her feet when she had realized she needed to get back to Ellesmera. She trotted back to the capitol with a red fox trailing behind her. Hopefully she would have time to drift back into her little paradise soon enough.
My posts will be a lot longer than this, around 400+ so don't think my posts will be this short.
