Post by zelenarose on Mar 23, 2011 22:44:51 GMT -5
Name: Theia Rose Acantha
Age: 202 years
Race: Half-Elf (Half-Lioness)
Occupation: She indulges herself in the art of magic and potions for anyone who is need of them. She also is skilled in the art of dancing and singing, she rarely performs though.
Allegiance: At this moment, she only chooses to help herself. Despite the fact that she has connections to some of the nobles in Du Weldenvarden and is hardly ever called upon them or in contact with them.
Physical Description:
Normal:Unmarred skin and one of unmatched beauty, like many of the elves. Her skin has been kissed and blessed by the sunlight. This gives her an enticing golden glow around her being and makes her look almost divine. Theia’s elongated wavy hair is mixed with different colors of brown, a few strands of light strawberry blonde, and a red tinge is revealed when hit with the sunlight. The most vibrant thing about her is her almond-shaped violet eyes, speckled with gold. The colors are very intense and it is easy for one to stare into them in adoration. The shape of her physical body is the perfect hourglass shape. Her muscles are well toned but she isn’t muscular. Standing about 5' 8'', slightly smaller than some of her brethren, and weights around 134 pounds.
General: An white elf silk tube top with no decorations, a flowing white scarf that she generally hangs around her elbows or over her body, and a white tie-wrap silk skirt that has sliver butterflies embroidered on the bottom hem.
(It also helps to think beachy, casual, and flowing)
outifit (<- click there),
Formal:
She is more modest in this clothing but she still dislikes wearing too much cloth.
Around her legs she wears white slik socks (for the lack of a better term) that reach just below the knee and a light brown pair of leather boots with them. Then she wears a sky blue silk skirt that fits nicely around her figure, the bottom comes down in a v-shape in the front and back but comes together just around the hips. A silk black turtleneck top with the sleeves cut off, is layered before another sky blue tube top that is tucked under a golden silk wrap that is used as a make-shift belt (very much like an obi for a kimono). Around her forearms and hands she has white long sleeve gloves with the finger tip section cut off (no not her actual fingers, just the fabric) then like most elvish styles a narrow and open sleeve in a silky sky blue crawls up her arm and is held into place with shoulder guards in gold.
On her chest she wears golden armor more for show than anything, also a golden white diamond head adornment is worn right on top of her forehead. Lastly is the wrist guards and the golden rope that she ties around her waist. On the guards there is a large white diamond in the center to give it more of a feminine quality to it and the belt is just a simple rope of pure gold tied rather casually (but tight enough not to fall loose on her).
outfit(<-here)
Large-scale Battles:
All of the following is magically enhanced golden armor. It just gives an extra resistance to denting, scratching, minor penetration from other weapons, and rust. (The minor penetration is when someone who have lesser power or not quite equivalent to the members of the Kull, elf, and I believe drawfs too.)
The shoulder guards are lengthy and has three layers (from longest to shortest) overall. Full out steal gloves, wrist guards, forearm guards, elbow guards, knee guards, lower leg guards, steal-toed boots, and the central chest armor.
Unique to herself she has hip guards and one for her lower abdomen to allow her free movement of her torso and allows her to access her full speed. The only thing exposed is her stomach, lower back, a bit of the upper parts of her arms and legs, neck and face. She doesn't wear chain mail but brown leather underneath since it is less restricting and not too heavy.
(note that she doesn't use the sword)
armor(<-here) exactly like that but in gold.
Lioness Aspect: As a gift from a mother unknown to her she has the ability to transform into a large version of what we call a Lion. She has not yet been able to unlock the ability herself because she is unaware of it. But once she has been able to tap into her animal like instincts she will be able to transform at will.
The color of the fur is a light creamy brown, the end of her tail is a dark brown, and a bit of red tint near her paws. In this form she stands about 5 feet in height and about 7.4 feet from nose to her rear end, with the tail is another 3 feet; making a total of 10.4 feet.
At this point she will only transform if her life is endanger, in extreme anger, or if she was guided into the form by another.
Personality: Theia is rather cold, indifferent, and impervious. She only looks out for herself and could really careless about others, unless they hold some special value to her. It is very rare that she becomes emotionally attached to someone, but once attached that person is considered valuable to her.
She protects whatever she deems worthy of protection and is very confident in her abilities but she isn’t delusional with herself. Intelligent, studious, clever, and witty are some other ways to describe her. Normally she isn’t one to push her views, opinions, or ideas onto anyone. Nor does she usually feel the need to voice them to anyone.
On the other hand she is independent and free-willed, so she does as she pleases and likes to play around with others if she is able to manipulate the situation. There is a sadistic side to her and she doesn’t mind bloodshed, so long as it doesn’t affect her of course. She knows how to control her anger but it doesn't mean that she doesn't have one. Her temper rarely gets out but when it does... it is a good idea to run.
Only when alone, in a forest, or in a place she is comfortable, she will let her walls down and become more childish and playful. She has a natural talent for all that is magic, the bow, and unusual melee combat weapons. She dislikes using a regular sword.
Anyways she is highly skilled in these areas and graduated as the best within her class. She isn't a master though in either area but she excels at combining the two and surprising her opponents.
History:The wind shifts the trees of the forest. The leaves that couldn’t stand the breeze gently fell into the water causing ripples to appear on the surface. It was the time for fall to reign and so the orange-red, pleasing yellow and crimson leaves falling gave the world some color. Well more color than the standard green of the forest, the brown of the trees and soil, and the gray reflected off of the stones.
A delicate foot casually entered the water, joined by a matching feminine hand, and several strands of brown and golden hair. Eyes of a startling violet and gold looked into the water at the reflection of a female elf; a cruel smirk appeared on her face overly enchanting features. She then laughed the sound deceivingly pure and innocent sounding. A white scarf was sprawled over her figure, a white tube top covered over her properly, and a white tie-around skirt clung to her body in a modest mess. The female sprawled comfortably on a flat rock, just as if it were a lounge chair.
Suddenly her laughter stopped and her features turned serious. She thought about the bitter cold, how it felt against her sun kissed skin. She had been feeling a similar feeling for many years now, wait for over a century. There was coldness inside of her soul that has been a constant reminder of her past.
When she was young she lived the life as one of the daughters of a noble’s son, she had her doubts that the man was her real father. She suspected that she was the daughter of someone higher up the noble ladder but had never found any proof to her suspicions. At the very least she knew she was an illegitimate daughter, a child that brought dishonor and embarrassment on the noble clan she belonged to.
That is probably why she was always sent away from the clan, not that she really cared. If anything she enjoyed the company of the forest over other elves any day. It was probably also the reason why when the moment they were able to determine her prowess as a magic user they sent her to Ilirea, the place that belonged to the Riders; the place that she had felt happiness for only but a moment.
It was there that she studied under a man named Qualzmar, that was all that she really knew about the man shrouded in mystery at first. She first ran into him at his shop when she got lost the first time that she arrived at the homeland of the Riders. The potion-maker was very kind to her and over time he saw her as an apprentice and maybe even a daughter. She even stuck around for a couple years after she had graduated from the Academy just to learn more complex brews and techniques. Then one day she came to his shop, she found it unusual that he didn't show up that day and he was missing ever since. There was no warning, no goodbye, nothing left but the books he owned.
She wouldn't admit to herself that she was hurt more than anything when the man had disappeared. Leaving only after waiting a year for the potion-maker to return, bringing only his books as she headed back to the land of the elves.That was in the past though.
Her eyes traveled towards were several weapons lay, waiting for their mistress. One was a Grand bow mixed with magic and the bark of a magical tree. It wouldn’t wear down, the thread wouldn’t break, the leather handle needed to be replaced soon, but the design was beautiful and sturdy. Another object was a quiver filled with arrows she herself made. Some of the deadly flying sticks were tipped with poison; others amplified with a bit of magic, and most were just ordinary arrows. She liked to make sure that her aim would never fail her because she depended too much on magical arrows.
Her head turned back towards the water, knowing that her beauty was lying delicately in her hand near her heart. The beauty was a golden metal fan, a deadly close range weapon and the only gift she received from her “father”. Well at least the man that she thought was her father.
She let out a “hmmph” at herself, for catching her wondering about who her mother was. She supposed that it mattered but not enough for her to go on a journey for someone that could be dead. Besides if she were meant to meet her mother or find out more about her then it was inevitable, there is no need to change her life for something that may not be meant to happen.
At this moment in time she spend her days over at Du Weldenvarden, selling potions for those who lost a great deal of their magical talent upon reaching adulthood and doing several tasks that involved magic when there was money to be gained out of it.
She didn’t know why she didn’t join all the other magic users out there in the world. Not that she felt that she needed a reason to justify her decision. A finger gently moved and caused more ripples in the clear lake with too many leaves floating upon its surface. “Theia… you think too much”, she whispered to herself as her eyes closed softly.
Specific Information On Her Heritage Not Necessarily Known to Theia:
Now Theia's father is a high-ranking noble who was traveling south towards the land of Surda and beyond that. He was tasked with the duty to make good connections with any civilization that called the area home. He soon found out it was a place unlike anything that he had faced in Alagaësia. Here most people were darker in their skin color than even some of the most outdoor loving elves, the animals and strange beings here also differed.
At first he was afraid to make contact with so many strange beings, eventually he caved in an grew to be accustomed to the lifestyle there. The beings that he soon came to call Rarok were the ones that held the most similarity to the elves back in Du Weldenvarden. The Rarok were strange beings and some even had the qualities of large cats that were so similar to the black panthers and mountain lions back over in Alagaësia. In fact it was quite the norm there.
At the time he was already mated with another elf of a middle ranking noble house, but it had been many years since he had seen his wife. Also he left only a few years of being married, and it was apparent that the marriage was not out of love. It was only a matter of time in that bizzare land for him to grow lonely, it was at this point in his life that he had found a mistress, one that he had grown to love.
Years passed with little change. New traditions and experiences were brought to the elf but he had never expected his mistress, Elysia, to bear him a child. At first the news was a something that he excepted happily until orders from the Queen were sent for his long awaited return. There was a dilemma to bring his mistress and his child with him to Du Weldenvarden, in the end he decided to leave behind his small family in the strange land that he had named Ranthal.
Although fate was not too kind to him for on the day he was to leave the tribe of Rarok had been attacked by a neighboring clan. He fought to save his lover Elysia and his daughter Theia. He found that he didn't want to risk losing them both to the chaos of war. His efforts were only successful for his daughter but he failed his lover. She died slowly in his arms. It was on that day that he grew cold and empty.
Once he returned to the forest of Du Weldenvarden and his Queen, it was nothing but torture to him. Without realizing it he had grown to love the harsh plains of that distant land, the land that she had come from. As Theia grew up he couldn't bear to look at her, seeing a harsh resemblance between her and her mother.
An so Theia has never really known her father, let alone allowed to see him, and has been made to believe that she is another's daughter; the child of a low ranking noble.
Roleplaying Sample:
The heavens were not kind to those in the world below, well at least to those that hadn’t taken shelter from the massive downpour of water that gave even the earth a chill. The land had been warm beforehand, the sunlight from the early start of spring had given warmth to life, but now mist rose from the ponds. This was due to the quick change in temperature, and it cast the forest from a place of sweet beauty to one with a dark aura to it; one that screamed out caution. Most of the wildlife had taken shelter and the plants were the only ones left to be exposed to the full effects of the rain.
The soil had turned into mud and tracking could be easily done, even by young human. Warm breath escaped from the nostrils of a doe taking refuge under several pines and vines. A lax string was pulled and soon was stretched in a manner so that the string had enough force to deliver an arrow with power and accuracy. The wood of the bow was damp and it owner was careful not to put too much stress onto the object, for she wouldn’t only lose a bow but her next meal if she didn’t. Strong tan arms held the bow expertly. An observer could see that they knew the bow so well that they could feel even the slightest change and immediately adjust to make that perfect shot.
Focus…
Concentration…
Patience…
Violet eyes started at the target, watching as if every movement the animal made was critical and important. And there tight against the tree was a female elf, her body seemed almost frozen. Any movement made by her was calculated, controlled, and silent. Her once white clothing was now the color of the mud; in fact much of her body was covered in it. She knew it helped to hide her scent and later on the mud would be easy enough to remove from the cloth. No her main concern was that doe just about a mile away from her. Instead of pacing around to keep heat the deer stood still, it must of heard something and froze. The side of the deer was exposed to her giving her a clear shot at its heart.
There was no hesitation as she let go of the bowstring, there was no remorse, all that was there was satisfaction of finally releasing the arrow. For a second she could hear the sound of feathers waving in the wind as the arrow traveled swiftly to its target. It was then drowned by the sound of the rain hitting the leaves, the ground, the puddles, and against her skin. There was a bit of anticipation at first but it was soon washed away by confidence and ego. The arrow struck and the sound was muffled as it hit flesh, there was a small cry and then a thud. Her hunt was successful and there was little to no pain for the doe.
Bare feet walked towards the spot of the fallen animal. The movement was paced, laid-back, and held no sense of eagerness to a long awaited meal. A face was left expressionless and the arms now were lax as one hand held onto the bow. Hot air escaped pink lips as she walked, slowly arriving to her destination. Looking down at the deer she bent down and spoke softly, as if it was only for the departed soul of the deer to hear. She secretly thanked the deer for the blessing of substance and that she wished for it to find a better existence, a habit that she had taken on herself. Once finished she brought the deer farther into the makeshift den of vines where it was dry, now was it was time to eat.
