Post by l3ve on Feb 1, 2012 14:13:27 GMT -5
Name:
Plasaeda Hypathios
Age:
200
Race:
Elf
Occupation:
Assasin, spy, undercover work
Allegiance:
Du Weldenvarden
Physical Description:
Plasaeda has the typical features of an elf, noticably taller then humans, razor sharp features, long ears, and dark eyes that cut through the night. Her raven black pin straight hair rolls down her shoulders and back like a silk robe clashing the contrast on her fair skin. In the night her dark violet eyes see through the details and secrets like an owl, and her thin swift body slips through the darkness whenever nessicary. Her gentle skin and appearence fools men and manipulates women only when needed, most of the time her image nearly fades away in the background. Her beauty is no more special then any other elf, she is simply just whatever impression people have of her.
Personality:
Neither good or bad, she never believed in such things. She believes in fake or real. She prefers not to say her opinion, but doesnt keep it a secret. She'd rather blend in the background and watch the events around her with a rather indifferent look, to watch people's expressions with a different outlook then everyone else. Like switching eye glasses to see a different angle of something, trying to see the lies or the secrets. She is a holder of many secrets, and thats her only secret. From an average perspective she may look like not the deepest character in all of Alagaesia, but she'll never deny it. When she's working she'll take anyones impression of her and use it to extrach whatever information from them, but sincerely she is just a very introvert woman who would be very loving and caring if she had anyone to care about. Without ever having much of a connection with people it really is difficult to sort out her qualities and flaws. Her qualities are that she really can love, care, and talk to people, but her flaw is her inability to easily connect with people. She can she and understand emotions, but its hard for her to actually feel them. She avoids being involved personally in any political or radical issues, but she just does her job and doesn't make more of it. She would rather be useful then spend her time at home being a lady.
History:
Plasaeda's history isn't more special or extraordinary then any other characters, rather then having an interesting past she believes in having an interesting future. Her parents were both average elves, although not so average compared to humans, they both contributed to Ellsemere economicly and raised Plasaeda like any normal, but rare, elven child. They were always concerned about her introvert, indifferent, and observent nature, wishing she had more of a brighter character. But that was the least of their worries when she was in the middle of her training when the Cleansing of the Maleficent begun. Although the elves were slow to react, her parents were quick to begin stocking supplies and organizing things from the bottom. They were killing in this war, it was a quiet funeral when Plasaeda dropped flowers off at their graves. She thanked them for their love and compassion, but never had a deep rooted connection with them. She finished her training with reconization of her swiftness and silence, rather then her heavy lifting. She begun quiet work under the Elven royalty, without having any personal interaction with them.
Roleplaying Sample:
Young love is like a pause, before you open your eyes to something completely new and different, but yet so familiar. And when I opened my young eyes to him, I was welcomed with a smile and his warm embrace. He swam through my light green eyes, complimenting my every feature that I disliked about myself. He would kiss me lightly on my forehead, as I curled up next to him on the empty couches. His nose lingered on my lavender scent, seducing him with my innocence, but him seducing me with his adorashion for me. Words couldn't express how we felt, but just being together made everything in our overwelming coming of age make sense. It was as if nothing else mattered but the small grateful details in the time we spent together, like the silence in the corridors, or watching the sun set out of the window, or the small mouse that squeeked under the coffee table. Once the sun fell asleep over the horizon, the world was cloaked in darkness. He held me during that dark, to watch the monsters crawl out of the lowest cracks of the funiture and walk through into the end of the the day. I held my breath, and watched as the monsters walked purposely down the passage ways around us, without noticing the living with them. He would turn then, and touch his soft lips against mine and my chest would swallow up all the butterflies in my stomach.
We first met four years before, when I first came to his world. My hands, my eyes, my skin, every cell in my body was brimming with enlightened energy. I was forced into coming through this new realm, a power like mine was a curse where I came from. It was hard to see when I just came, so many new colours and the air was so different. It hide the puffy eyes when I cried about my parents death. My eyes were like air, it saw into nothing and no one saw me. Nothing was the same here, and I saw how my free spirit can feel endless but diciplined at the same time.
The first time my eyes gained their sight back, he was the first was to see me. Many people introduced themselves to me, helping me get around and feeling welcomed. But he was the one raising his hand the highest for my attention and praise. His bright fire coloured hair luminated in the candle light, and his glassy green eyes held my heart frozen. I was so young and innocent, and there was such a fire inside him. Although he belong in this realm, I could see he was from somewhere else completely. His story aroused my curiousity so much, but he scared me too. It scared me how intense he feels, how I wouldn't be able to handle it. I kept to my studies, and worked harder to understand my sorcery.
"Je ne pourrai jamais apprendre," I mumbled to myself as I read through the thick dusty textbooks. I tried again, calming all my thoughts and concentrated it. A spark of light glinted gently on my fingertips, then increased to a larger bead of bright pink light. It made a fuse, then flashed off. Suddenly the whole library was pitch black, and I finally noticed how late it was, no one was there. I shut the book, then got up. The echo of the chair whispered around the ceiling then up to my ear hauntingly. I flinched, looking around for something. I sparked another dim light, then rushed to the corridor. As I closed the heavy bolt door, I froze still watching as the shadows feathered around the hall.
"Oh mon dieu," I prayed, shaking as I watched them. The corners and edges of any objects gathered together changing into a figure that slithered slowly, its pitblack eyes gazing somewhere through everything. I've never seen them before, but they moved as if they didn't see me. I shifted slowly against the wall shivering and shaking. My foot bumped on something, then I stopped dead with my heart pounding in my ears. I felt something warm reach for my hand, I jumped, then recognized him revealing himself from the shadows of one of the collums. He led me closer to him while I was too scared to do anything else. His face came beside mine, and he whispered comforting words.
"Its okay, they're just taking a walk. They dont do anything, they're just the dark memories some of the kids here bring with them. It's not something that can be helped... but its best to not bother them." He led me carefully to safety from the dark, so close and beside me. My fear went away, as soon as the skin on his hands touched mine everything faded away. The rope of the candles glowed in union lighting up the place in a pink glow. The dark memories lifted away and it was only us alone. He turned to look at me, smiling his dorky smile, and came to move the long brown curl away from my freckled face. He left me outside my room, and my heart brimmed up uncontrolably. His exciting mystery and safety pulled me to him, I felt like a real girl with him and it made me feel so blissful all the time. The butterflies sored like eagles in my heart, flying around so free and happy.
He brought so much strange emotions in my life since then, as much as I denyed him at first, I soon began such a deep attachment to him I never even noticed. I was so daunted, but he held my hand and guided me when I was comfortable and ready. I walked with him, and he showed me his life. He was so big and intimidating, his arms were large and his skin was hard. For someone as young in his youth he carried so many scars and shadows, he wasn't even afraid to walk with the night shadows. The way he looked and talked to others were so different to how he treated me, he had hot layers of authority with everyone else. With me he was so sweet and opened his emotions to me, and always ran around making sure everything was good enough for me. People feared him but respected him as an equal all the time, but his friends loved him with solid loyalty. As they watched their friend fall for his first girl, they silently welcomed it.
Plasaeda Hypathios
Age:
200
Race:
Elf
Occupation:
Assasin, spy, undercover work
Allegiance:
Du Weldenvarden
Physical Description:
Plasaeda has the typical features of an elf, noticably taller then humans, razor sharp features, long ears, and dark eyes that cut through the night. Her raven black pin straight hair rolls down her shoulders and back like a silk robe clashing the contrast on her fair skin. In the night her dark violet eyes see through the details and secrets like an owl, and her thin swift body slips through the darkness whenever nessicary. Her gentle skin and appearence fools men and manipulates women only when needed, most of the time her image nearly fades away in the background. Her beauty is no more special then any other elf, she is simply just whatever impression people have of her.
Personality:
Neither good or bad, she never believed in such things. She believes in fake or real. She prefers not to say her opinion, but doesnt keep it a secret. She'd rather blend in the background and watch the events around her with a rather indifferent look, to watch people's expressions with a different outlook then everyone else. Like switching eye glasses to see a different angle of something, trying to see the lies or the secrets. She is a holder of many secrets, and thats her only secret. From an average perspective she may look like not the deepest character in all of Alagaesia, but she'll never deny it. When she's working she'll take anyones impression of her and use it to extrach whatever information from them, but sincerely she is just a very introvert woman who would be very loving and caring if she had anyone to care about. Without ever having much of a connection with people it really is difficult to sort out her qualities and flaws. Her qualities are that she really can love, care, and talk to people, but her flaw is her inability to easily connect with people. She can she and understand emotions, but its hard for her to actually feel them. She avoids being involved personally in any political or radical issues, but she just does her job and doesn't make more of it. She would rather be useful then spend her time at home being a lady.
History:
Plasaeda's history isn't more special or extraordinary then any other characters, rather then having an interesting past she believes in having an interesting future. Her parents were both average elves, although not so average compared to humans, they both contributed to Ellsemere economicly and raised Plasaeda like any normal, but rare, elven child. They were always concerned about her introvert, indifferent, and observent nature, wishing she had more of a brighter character. But that was the least of their worries when she was in the middle of her training when the Cleansing of the Maleficent begun. Although the elves were slow to react, her parents were quick to begin stocking supplies and organizing things from the bottom. They were killing in this war, it was a quiet funeral when Plasaeda dropped flowers off at their graves. She thanked them for their love and compassion, but never had a deep rooted connection with them. She finished her training with reconization of her swiftness and silence, rather then her heavy lifting. She begun quiet work under the Elven royalty, without having any personal interaction with them.
Roleplaying Sample:
Young love is like a pause, before you open your eyes to something completely new and different, but yet so familiar. And when I opened my young eyes to him, I was welcomed with a smile and his warm embrace. He swam through my light green eyes, complimenting my every feature that I disliked about myself. He would kiss me lightly on my forehead, as I curled up next to him on the empty couches. His nose lingered on my lavender scent, seducing him with my innocence, but him seducing me with his adorashion for me. Words couldn't express how we felt, but just being together made everything in our overwelming coming of age make sense. It was as if nothing else mattered but the small grateful details in the time we spent together, like the silence in the corridors, or watching the sun set out of the window, or the small mouse that squeeked under the coffee table. Once the sun fell asleep over the horizon, the world was cloaked in darkness. He held me during that dark, to watch the monsters crawl out of the lowest cracks of the funiture and walk through into the end of the the day. I held my breath, and watched as the monsters walked purposely down the passage ways around us, without noticing the living with them. He would turn then, and touch his soft lips against mine and my chest would swallow up all the butterflies in my stomach.
We first met four years before, when I first came to his world. My hands, my eyes, my skin, every cell in my body was brimming with enlightened energy. I was forced into coming through this new realm, a power like mine was a curse where I came from. It was hard to see when I just came, so many new colours and the air was so different. It hide the puffy eyes when I cried about my parents death. My eyes were like air, it saw into nothing and no one saw me. Nothing was the same here, and I saw how my free spirit can feel endless but diciplined at the same time.
The first time my eyes gained their sight back, he was the first was to see me. Many people introduced themselves to me, helping me get around and feeling welcomed. But he was the one raising his hand the highest for my attention and praise. His bright fire coloured hair luminated in the candle light, and his glassy green eyes held my heart frozen. I was so young and innocent, and there was such a fire inside him. Although he belong in this realm, I could see he was from somewhere else completely. His story aroused my curiousity so much, but he scared me too. It scared me how intense he feels, how I wouldn't be able to handle it. I kept to my studies, and worked harder to understand my sorcery.
"Je ne pourrai jamais apprendre," I mumbled to myself as I read through the thick dusty textbooks. I tried again, calming all my thoughts and concentrated it. A spark of light glinted gently on my fingertips, then increased to a larger bead of bright pink light. It made a fuse, then flashed off. Suddenly the whole library was pitch black, and I finally noticed how late it was, no one was there. I shut the book, then got up. The echo of the chair whispered around the ceiling then up to my ear hauntingly. I flinched, looking around for something. I sparked another dim light, then rushed to the corridor. As I closed the heavy bolt door, I froze still watching as the shadows feathered around the hall.
"Oh mon dieu," I prayed, shaking as I watched them. The corners and edges of any objects gathered together changing into a figure that slithered slowly, its pitblack eyes gazing somewhere through everything. I've never seen them before, but they moved as if they didn't see me. I shifted slowly against the wall shivering and shaking. My foot bumped on something, then I stopped dead with my heart pounding in my ears. I felt something warm reach for my hand, I jumped, then recognized him revealing himself from the shadows of one of the collums. He led me closer to him while I was too scared to do anything else. His face came beside mine, and he whispered comforting words.
"Its okay, they're just taking a walk. They dont do anything, they're just the dark memories some of the kids here bring with them. It's not something that can be helped... but its best to not bother them." He led me carefully to safety from the dark, so close and beside me. My fear went away, as soon as the skin on his hands touched mine everything faded away. The rope of the candles glowed in union lighting up the place in a pink glow. The dark memories lifted away and it was only us alone. He turned to look at me, smiling his dorky smile, and came to move the long brown curl away from my freckled face. He left me outside my room, and my heart brimmed up uncontrolably. His exciting mystery and safety pulled me to him, I felt like a real girl with him and it made me feel so blissful all the time. The butterflies sored like eagles in my heart, flying around so free and happy.
He brought so much strange emotions in my life since then, as much as I denyed him at first, I soon began such a deep attachment to him I never even noticed. I was so daunted, but he held my hand and guided me when I was comfortable and ready. I walked with him, and he showed me his life. He was so big and intimidating, his arms were large and his skin was hard. For someone as young in his youth he carried so many scars and shadows, he wasn't even afraid to walk with the night shadows. The way he looked and talked to others were so different to how he treated me, he had hot layers of authority with everyone else. With me he was so sweet and opened his emotions to me, and always ran around making sure everything was good enough for me. People feared him but respected him as an equal all the time, but his friends loved him with solid loyalty. As they watched their friend fall for his first girl, they silently welcomed it.
