Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 23:47:17 GMT -5
Lussevyana Hyrrond
heart & soul of fire
Hello, there.My name is Lussevyana Hyrrond
But you may just call me Lucy.
I am only Eighty-One years old
And proud to be a member of the Elven race!
My loyalty is to Du Weldenvarden.
A pleasure to meet you!
Face Claim: Shiina from Angel Beats!--Physical Description--Lucy is a very young individual, barely entering her teens, and her looks show it thoroughly. In human years, she'd be about fourteen or maybe possibly fifteen. It's difficult to compare human and elf lifespans, more so even then humans and dogs, what with the seven year rule. Lucy, being a pure blooded elf, has the typical characteristics of the proud race. The pointed ears, the slanted eyes, the exotic aura, and the delicate, yet proud and deadly build. Naturally, Lucy's inherited talents physically lie in her quick reflexes, though she still has a very long way to go before becoming the fighter she'd always dreamed of being. Lucy is neither tall nor short for her age, gender or race, though comparatively, she is a little more on the short side. Standing in at five foot five inches right on the dot, Lucy is a pretty average height for a young female elf such as herself. She has a thin build with slender muscles, especially in her long arms. She has well muscled thighs and legs, causing her to have much better lower body strength than upper body strength, especially in the arms. Lucy's most defining traits though are her mysterious, dark crimson red eyes, though seemingly innocent and pure at a direct glance, and her long raven black hair which reaches all the way down to her lower back. Lucy usually wears it long and free, rarely tying it up. She has layered bangs and bits of hair coming over her shoulder in front of her chest at all times. She usually wears somewhat sporty outfits when out and about, Elven made of course. Her clothes usually come in dark colors with a pale top. Showing her lack of experience in too many vicious battles like so many other elves, Lucy's body is nearly untouched by scars. Only her forearms and feet show past scars from her own personal accidents. We'll have to talk about those later. Lucy's skin is very light, though still a healthy shade of very light tan. She has rather long fingers, though she never found interest in playing a stringed instrument.--Personality--Most people would describe Lucy as a more quiet girl than others, even for her age. Her social skills could always use some work, and she often keeps her thoughts and opinions to herself unless provoked. She often gets the label "shy" which she is never pleased to hear. Despite her silence, Lucy has a lot of opinion trapped up there in her mind. She only is unable to wield the hammer to break down the walls around her mind and expose her inner thoughts. But there is much more color to Lucy's personality than that. For example, Lucy, when humiliated or offended, she is sometimes known to hold grudges for as long as possible until the culprit apologizes, but with apologies, she is as forgiving as ever, creating an ironic scenario. People say she's very soft-spoken. She thinks it's a good thing. Others could disagree. A lot of adjectives could describe her: kind, polite, caring, thoughtful, determined, strong willed, curious, intelligent, wise - and intelligent as in, she knows a lot of things, wise as in, she's a pretty level headed person - humble, patient, competative, proud, stubborn... Lucy will hold grudges against people forever if nothing is done to right a wrong. Lucy is a very patient person with her friends. Her great levels of patience, loyalty and perseverance are almost at a masochistic level. Lucy has a low self esteem, so she is often trying to boost her ego by showing off. In spars, Lucy is so merciless on her opponents, even her friends, though she would never try to hurt them otherwise, that shed may come off as sadistic to her foes. Lucy's masochistic in that she tends to believe that it's good for her to endure pain, hardships, and the stress of being offended. She's willing to endure all kinds of things for a greater goal such as strengthening the bonds of friendship by proving her loyalty. Lucy's sadistic in that she absolutely loves to win, whether it be a spar, battle, game, or any other competition to boost her ego up. Lucy is very proud in this area of her personality. In competitions of all types including meaningless spars for training, Lucy loves winning hard and beating her enemies all up. She is also brave, strong-willed, and very reckless. Lucy will make her decisions in a tight spot within seconds, sometimes skimming over the details of her decisions in games. Her bravery and masochistic nature go along with her reckless nature. She'll eagerly dive head-first into danger, even if Lucy knows that the chances of getting hurt are pretty high. But she's not foolish either, at least not foolish most of the time. She won't do something as stupid as jumping into a volcano, but in spars and combat, Lucy isn't afraid to put herself in a bit of pain to win. But when the task at hand is serious, Lucy takes no chances with any of her friends and comrade's lives, becoming as cautious as can be. Lucy doesn't trust luck either and will never use a strategy where luck is involved and the mission is important to their lives. Even though she distrusts luck, Lucy believes in fate and destiny, and that following your destiny is the best way to go. She is protective of her friends and imagines herself as their protector sometimes. She is also very detail-oriented, a quick thinker, yet slow to pick up on others' emotions, feelings, jokes and riddles, though riddles still fascinate her. Lucy is very bad at reading sarcasm, making her terrible with jokes and riddles even though she still really likes them. She is a deep thinker, but she is also very over-reactive, trained to instinctively be ready to defend herself from danger at anytime. the problem is that she's over reactive, and even among friends and allies, she flinches at quick movement in her direction. Her jumpy nature has helped her avoid possible collisions and such. But she still does not pick up on others' emotions very well. She can seem completely calm and peaceful when everyone else is panicking about a storm or invasion. Lucy is very dependent on others' opinions and approval of her decisions on a mission. She doesn't trust her own knowledge of even her own race's culture, due to her lack of social skills, and relies on others' knowledge to be sure of her own decisions. But when it comes to her own beliefs, her own schedule, and every other time that she is alone, Lucy is quite independent, able to take care of herself very well. Though she fears disapproval from higher ranked elves, she loves dragons and drawing them very much, and she is secretly willing to stand up for what she believes is right, even if it doesn't go along with the elf cultural tastes.--History--Even as a young child, Lucy was always a bit...or a lot...more socially awkward than the rest. This trait of hers could partly be blamed on her many guardians or "babysitters" as humans might call them. When they were stern and unforgiving with her, Lucy just simply began to learn that staying silent was the best way to keep from getting hurt. She was born to the middle class in Ellesmera, the home of the elves. Lucy had a pretty average family life. She was the only child, but she didn't mind nor care. Her parents were very good fighters, and were often away at work either fighting, guarding the borders, or other such business. Lucy, from the start, showed good potential in becoming a skillful swordsman. She had great reflexes, agility and instincts, overcoming her weakness in physical strength. But as a young elf child, Lucy always had a strong and colorful imagination. Since, as a very young child, she had seen a Rider's dragon for the first time, she had always secretly dreamed and wished of becoming a Rider too. She was fascinated with the dragons themselves. She loved to draw, and her main subject was dragons. She dreamed at night of riding on her own dragon partner and vanquishing evil with all the other heroic Riders. She loved to hear stories about great and heroic Riders of the past, as well as check out all the books on dragons and Riders at the library. But she was ashamed of her wish to become a Rider to admit it, thinking it to be too selfish a dream to want to be a Rider. She was very aware that Riders were chosen by their dragons and only those destined to become a Rider would ever become one. If in the unlikely, maybe impossible outcome that she were to be chosen by a dragon, Lucy would consider herself far too blessed. Alongside her skills with a sword, Lucy has pretty average skills in magic. Nothing too great, but good enough to do simple things like build a wooden sculpture of a dragon, or create a small fireball. Of course, doing any of those things drained her of much energy, and doing it at all was no small feat. Lucy still lives in Ellesmera, training and honing her skills daily, drawing pictures of dragons and dreaming of one day becoming a Rider. Her backup plan is to at least become a very strong warrior whom others could respect for her power.--Roleplay Sample--
Swiftheart was beginning to understand one thing as the seconds ticked by. This cat was even shyer than herself! Even though she pitied other shy cats as much as she used to pity herself for being shy and unable to help it, Swiftheart tended to feel a little bit better about herself when she met cats shyer and more skittish than herself. She wanted to tell her past fellow apprentices, "See? I'm not that shy!" since they used to often and to her personal displeasure comment on her shyness. Well, she couldn't say it to them now. They had all died either from battles or sickness, and she missed them as her best friends. Swiftheart remembered when she, her senior apprentice Wildfire, and the deputy at that time, Rainfrost, all went together on a daring, dangerous treck into Shadowclan's territory to get food for their starving clan. She regretted stealing food, breaking the warrior code, and that their actions had caused Shadowclan to invade and attack Windclan, but she didn't regret the cries of happiness from a litter of kits long ago, Grayheart's kits.
Swiftheart also remembered from her earliest apprentice days, her fellow apprentice who was her age, Graypaw. At first Graypaw hadn't liked her since she was a nonclan born cat, but the two apprentices had, through days of training together with their mentors, warmed up to each other and become best friends. Graypaw had been killed in a battle before he became a warrior. He had also been Swiftheart's first and first mutual crush. Swiftheart had met Ashfeather as a young warrior, and the gray and white tom had told her alone about his own nonclan roots. Ashfeather, having been stuck in the warrior's den these days with a cold these days, though, was not around as much to keep her company, so Swiftheart had naturally begun to feel lonely.
She could see that this tall warrior was shy, but she also was getting the feeling that he was just as tense. Swiftheart hadn't ever thought of herself as a very scary she cat unless she was trying to be, which was when she would try to intimidate those sometimes annoying little apprentices into leaving her alone. But when she wasn't trying to intimidate anyone, she thought of herself as a fairly cute looking female. Well, at least that's how she saw herself. She hadn't really looked at her reflection in the lake in a long time. She wasn't the type of cat to do that sort of thin on a daily, weekly, or even moonly business.
Swiftheart could tell and understand that her presence alone, and their society's cultural demand for conversation was more anxiety than this cat ever wanted. She used to be in that situation. She still was. She still was more shy than "normal", and she didn't like when others complained about it. Why were shy cats like herself and Tallfrost demanded to always have to have words to say about something? What was so bad about silence anyway? And yet those hypocrites would berate others for being loud and obnoxious. They would ask her a question, but would never give her time to think and come up with an answer, and by the time Swiftheart would have decided on an answer that she hoped she wouldn't regret, they would have walked away, calling her shy and unsocial. But Swiftheart had since tried to change that about herself. She still blamed social culture for forcing her into it, or scaring her into being shy in the first place, so she sympathized with cats who were also shy.
Swiftheart turned her gaze away and looked off in the distance where the rabbit had disappeared. She remembered how she herself used to feel extremely uncomfortable with looking at other cats in the eyes. She had felt like it was an intrusion on their soul. The eyes were the windows to the soul, right? Just like the saying went. So why did elders always scold her about giving eye contact? Still, Swiftheart thought somehow that it might help if Tallfrost could look at her and see who it was that was talking to him without the uncomfortable feeling of another cat's eyes on him, watching his every move. At least, that's how she used to feel all the time. She hadn't gotten better completely, but since her apprentice days, she had changed a little.
Still looking away, Swiftheart took a breath, opens her mouth, and began to speak, hoping her voice wouldn't startle Tallfrost. She was aware that her own heart was beating rapidly. If she humiliated herself here and now, that would be just one more thing to add to her list of regrets. "...I was hunting too, but I haven't even found anything to hunt!" she meowed casually. Swiftheart turned her gaze back, but kept it low, staring at her own feet. "Are you having much better luck?" Now with this question, she realized she might have just put the pressure on Tallfrost again. She remembered that she fund it easier to speak when she had a question to answer to, but that was because she wanted to change herself. She wasn't sure if Tallfrost wanted the same.
