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Post by [-Kay-] on May 20, 2011 13:29:39 GMT -5
Name: Laemiri
Age: 567
Race: Elf
Occupation: [Rider]
Allegiance: Herself and whatever companion she may have, the Riders
Physical Description: As elves go, Laemiri is small. As in, small human woman small. She has a small frame, with long arms and legs for her little torso. Her arms are leanly muscled, as are her legs. Her stomach is flat as the plains. She has long, dark hair that falls to about the middle of her shoulder blades, that is nothing but a mass of curls; oddly enough for an elf. Her eyes, which are pale, as the color of a stormy sea sky during the day. Green-grey like the water, and clouded over. Some unknown ailment keeps her from seeing, one that she chooses not to tell people about. Had she acted earlier she could have saved her sight, but she chose not to, instead choosing to let things happen the way they would. Her skin is nothing but a mass of scars; pale, silvery lines that criss-cross their way across her flesh. Her voice is soft and lilting, with a cadence that makes one think she almost sang her words while she spoke them.
Personality: Laemiri is very sweet. She cares not if you are human, elf, dwarf, Urugal, or anything in between. If she meets you, she'll treat you decently....even if you do piss her off. She can be incredibly fiesty at times, choosing to fight her own battles rather that allow others to fight for her. She can be very quiet, sitting for hours at a time just staring off into space. She prefers to be alone, most of the time, unless she takes a fancy to someone, whereupon she will give them the appropriate amount of attention necessary. She can be incredibly bubbly once she gets to know someone and isn't afraid to let her true colors show through. While she is very bright and learns languages very quickly, she can get very self-conscious about her lack of knowing a language and quickly shut up. Though she is somewhat aggressive at times, she is also sensitive, quick to defend those that she deems acceptable people.
History:Laemiri was born in Ceunon, under the light of a Blue Moon. Her parents took this as a sign from above, like a blessing from the Earth itself. She had a quiet childhood, her first few years passing without incident as she was proved to be a intelligent, yet obedient child. She proved to be a bit fiesty at times, but an overall sensitive and enigmatic child. When she turned in her twenty-fifth year, she went, like all children, to study under the Riders. She enjoyed her studies immensely, being an able student that was able to focus well. She loved the study of magic and of dragons, finding both immensly intriguing and interesting. When she was seventy five she left her place of learning, traveling to Ellesmera and traveling around Du Weldenvarden a bit. When she was in her third or fourth decade of her hundredth year she began to notice her sight dull a bit, but ignored it and went to Illeria. She went to the hall where the eggs were held and passed her hands over them, surprised when one hatched for her. Who should hatch, but Eitauv?
He was a handsome, dark shade of purple that gleamed brilliantly. She was proud of herself for being able to become a Rider, and went and studied in Illeria. Both of them learned quickly, and Eitauv grew quickly as well. He became her constant companion, the two getting along almost instantly, though she noticed he was a bit of a pacifist and not one to attack others. As the years passed, her sight grew worse and worse, though her other senses grew stronger. Her bond with Eitauv gave her the strength to allow him to be her eyes, to trust him not to lead her astray. And as the years have gone on, he has proved to be a very worthy companion and a trustworthy set of eyes. Her years with Eitauv have proved to be calm and unnoteworthy, a few hundred years of study and learning.
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Age: 567
Race: Elf
Occupation: [Rider]
Allegiance: Herself and whatever companion she may have, the Riders
Physical Description: As elves go, Laemiri is small. As in, small human woman small. She has a small frame, with long arms and legs for her little torso. Her arms are leanly muscled, as are her legs. Her stomach is flat as the plains. She has long, dark hair that falls to about the middle of her shoulder blades, that is nothing but a mass of curls; oddly enough for an elf. Her eyes, which are pale, as the color of a stormy sea sky during the day. Green-grey like the water, and clouded over. Some unknown ailment keeps her from seeing, one that she chooses not to tell people about. Had she acted earlier she could have saved her sight, but she chose not to, instead choosing to let things happen the way they would. Her skin is nothing but a mass of scars; pale, silvery lines that criss-cross their way across her flesh. Her voice is soft and lilting, with a cadence that makes one think she almost sang her words while she spoke them.
Personality: Laemiri is very sweet. She cares not if you are human, elf, dwarf, Urugal, or anything in between. If she meets you, she'll treat you decently....even if you do piss her off. She can be incredibly fiesty at times, choosing to fight her own battles rather that allow others to fight for her. She can be very quiet, sitting for hours at a time just staring off into space. She prefers to be alone, most of the time, unless she takes a fancy to someone, whereupon she will give them the appropriate amount of attention necessary. She can be incredibly bubbly once she gets to know someone and isn't afraid to let her true colors show through. While she is very bright and learns languages very quickly, she can get very self-conscious about her lack of knowing a language and quickly shut up. Though she is somewhat aggressive at times, she is also sensitive, quick to defend those that she deems acceptable people.
History:Laemiri was born in Ceunon, under the light of a Blue Moon. Her parents took this as a sign from above, like a blessing from the Earth itself. She had a quiet childhood, her first few years passing without incident as she was proved to be a intelligent, yet obedient child. She proved to be a bit fiesty at times, but an overall sensitive and enigmatic child. When she turned in her twenty-fifth year, she went, like all children, to study under the Riders. She enjoyed her studies immensely, being an able student that was able to focus well. She loved the study of magic and of dragons, finding both immensly intriguing and interesting. When she was seventy five she left her place of learning, traveling to Ellesmera and traveling around Du Weldenvarden a bit. When she was in her third or fourth decade of her hundredth year she began to notice her sight dull a bit, but ignored it and went to Illeria. She went to the hall where the eggs were held and passed her hands over them, surprised when one hatched for her. Who should hatch, but Eitauv?
He was a handsome, dark shade of purple that gleamed brilliantly. She was proud of herself for being able to become a Rider, and went and studied in Illeria. Both of them learned quickly, and Eitauv grew quickly as well. He became her constant companion, the two getting along almost instantly, though she noticed he was a bit of a pacifist and not one to attack others. As the years passed, her sight grew worse and worse, though her other senses grew stronger. Her bond with Eitauv gave her the strength to allow him to be her eyes, to trust him not to lead her astray. And as the years have gone on, he has proved to be a very worthy companion and a trustworthy set of eyes. Her years with Eitauv have proved to be calm and unnoteworthy, a few hundred years of study and learning.
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