Post by Nayeli on Nov 19, 2010 19:45:48 GMT -5
I was given the nameTasia Anna Georgios
Born on a warm summers eveningFour Hundred and Twenty Five Years Ago
To the Elven Kingdom as aElven Woman
Trained to be aWarrior & Leader
Allied with the mightyRiders
My Step Mother once called me horrid creature of hell...Though she was possible right, even though I never did a thing to her. I was born much more beautiful then her own daughter, who was short, with short hair and dim emerald eyes. My hair runs down my back like a cascading water fall, though most the time I keep it from my bright emerald eyes, I love it. My cheek bones are high, like that of most elves and unlike the bones of my step sister’s face. My lips are small, not large like most women and I do not dress them with that horrid stuff people us to make them stand out. I hate the idea of make up and I will prove that I don’t need the wretched stuff. My eyes are slightly narrowed, though not by much and they always seem to be looking at something with wisdom, of course, I am smart, though I don’t care for people to know that.
My shoulders are square, not that round, beautiful kind that men of the elves like to see, but square, showing the confidence I have when I walk the streets of Ellesméra. I hold myself with pride, even though my step mother did her best to keep my spirits down and in the dumps. I was a leader and my body shows it. My chest is well pronounced, with two beautiful sized breast, though I hate the idea of flaunting them like my step sister seems to enjoy doing. She figures that since she is not as tall or beautiful as I am, men will find her breast to much fulfilling. It sickens me to see such whorish things done by someone I know it better then that. My arms are long, as is my whole body really. They are also strong, able to pull back the string of a bow with ease and can handle a long sword with skill. My stomach is firm and tight, toned from years of training and traveling.
My hips are curved with ease, flowing with my body as everything else flows down into my thighs and legs. My thighs hold the muscles from years of walking, running, and traveling that I have done and my calves hold the same muscles. I never wear shoes on my feet, preferring to letting them grow tough as I run and walk along the mother earth. My feet are always taken care of, knowing that many have died from their own feet being dirty.
I hold on my body, the tattoo that runs down my arms, which seems to be vines that go from my shoulders to my finger tips and then connects behind my neck and makes them go around my neck and meeting again in the middle of my collar bone, where they form a delicate leaf. I love this tattoo and it is never hidden. Though, I do not like those who seem to be whorish, I can not say that I dress any better. My breast are covered, but my firm stomach is present for all to see. The cloth that covers my breast goes around my upper back and then is held by own sleeve on the left of my body, but the sleeve only goes a few inches down my arm. Then, skirt begins at my hips and as it goes down, it begins to grow ragged and torn, showing years of wear and tear. I also sometimes wear a pair of pants, which are tight to my hips down to my knees and then flare out over my bare feet.
I sometimes wear a crown of vines that goes atop of my head and end with a emerald stone in the middle of my forehead. My father made this form me, along with my bow which holds a emerald in the middle of the bend and holds in energy from many years.
My father once said that I had a pure soul...Though I am not sure after the lives I have taken through means of death and suffering. I love life, but because of the war, I have had to take lives that to the could have been important. I hate the idea of death, but I will protect my home and I will protect myself. I try not to think of such things when I battle, but it always seems to come to mind after the battle has ended. I do not enjoy battle as many do, but I do gain a bit of adrenaline that courses through my very bones during the blood battles. I hate to follow anyone into battle, I would rather lead and I have lead many, though I am still young, my father taught me to be a leader, not a follower and told me to keep my head up in the worse of times.
I love my family, most of them. I have always loved my step sister, though she can sometimes be as crude as her mother, she is kind and sweet and always caring. I love her for being that way and at least taking the time to apologize for her mother’s favoritism. I look up to my father as if he was a God, because to me he is the best father in the world. He has never once shown favoritism between me and my step sister and even though he is not my blood father, he has loved me for who I am. I trust him with my life and would protect him until I was not breathing. He has always considered me like a princess, since him and his wife were both leaders of a small little farming village in the forest, he made me a crown and called me and his step daughter his princesses.
I have always been willing to help everyone, except my step mother, the evil demon that she had always been to me. I hate her guts and would not even think about saving her from any form of death that came to her. Call me cold hearted, but this woman has hated me ever since her husband brought me into their home and called me his own daughter. She thinks of me as a demon, saying I make her daughter look back, when in reality, it is her own fault. She tries to make me look bad and everyone and in the long run, it causes her daughter to earn a bad name. I hate her and honestly, if I meet anyone like her, I will possible have the same feelings towards them.
I am a protector, warrior, leader, and a Lover to all my friends. I love being their for my friends and the family I actually care about. To me, everything about them is something important, though a few I could live without, I do enjoy their company and the drama they sometimes bring into my life. I will always protect my home land, the place is just that, my home and the only place I have within’ the forest. I love those within’ my home village and will do anything to protect those until the moment I quit breathing, but I am also sad…
I want to one day settle down, to be able to have a loving husband and someone to say, I Love You. I guess you could call me a romantic, but I think everyone would like to have a life and a love back home. I dream of that a lot, but know it will be a very long time.
Born in the forest of Du Weldenvarden, raised by a demon and angel…I was born to a woman I never knew who died right after my birth and I never knew my father. My mother never was even able to give me a name, she died so quickly, but the man who was there with her, took me into his life. He had found my mother sick, cold, and nearly dead from sickness, but he had to help her with me, at least, help with the birth, so he feed her and kept her warm. The evening I was born, was a beautiful one he said, the stars were shining and the woman died in the warmth of the summer. He knew she would die that night, the stress of the delivery took all her strength and he cared me hundreds of miles back to his farming village, which he was leader of.
His wife saw me and spit upon me the moment she saw me, my cries could be heard throughout the village. My father, her husband, cursed her, saying that he was taking me in, weather she liked it or not, forcing her to raise me with her own daughter who had been born only a few nights after me. I had a friend and a sister, but I was never treated like a daughter by the woman, in fact, she hated my very existence. As a young child, my beauty showed, my body grew tall and my cheek bones were high. My emerald eyes were bright with confidence and my skin held a beautiful tone. I was the image of a princess, but she called me ugly, said I was nothing more then a farm animal and by time I was old enough to take care of myself, she had put me in a room in their large barn, that stored the grain for the spring and for the winter meals.
From a young age, I was hated by her, but by her husband, I was loved and taught many things. When I was only fifty years old and still very young, he brought both me and my step sister to a river that held many delicate vines. He pulled a handful and with skills words, turned them into green crowns that would never wither or faulter. He then brought out two stones from his pocket, one was ruby red, my sister’s favorite color and the other was emerald green, my favorite color. He placed the stone in the center of the crowns and had the vines wrap around them. ”For many years I have been storing energy into these stones and now, they are yours… Use the energy wisely.” He placed both on our heads and told us we were princesses of this farming village.
We loved him and we loved our gifts… It was twenty five years later, after a few many years that I have been in training to be a master hunter and user of the bow that he came to me again and with a brand new bow that he had crafted from the tree in the middle of our village. In the bow was a large emerald stone and the string was made from beautiful hide he had taken from a deer that had died from age. He gave it to me and told me it was strong. My first attempts of pulling it ended in failure and I had to wait many years before I could even use it. He gave given my sister a beautiful dagger with a ruby in the pommel, but I loved my bow. I took care of it, never allowing it to break and if it started to get withered or held a splinter, I was quick to fix it. I loved my bow and through my training, would not allow anything to happen to it.
I was two hundred years old when I had finished my training to be a warrior and I had become a master hunter, and it was also the first time I saw a dragon and the rider that rode upon his mighty back. I had heard stories, but never had I seen one this close before, as it landed in my village for shelter and to gain food for it’s rider. The riders stayed in my father’s home, while I stayed in the barn as I had done since the age of forty five. I found myself looking from the loft at night at the dragon and each time I did, he made eye contact with me, he was beautiful and I was falling in love with the mighty beast.
As morning came, the beast and it’s rider were gone, probably disappeared during the night, but they were not the only beings that were gone… My sister was too and no one could find her. My step mother said it was my fault, that she had left because she was not as beautiful as me, but I spat back and said that it was me who they woman had called ugly, her daughter had left for other reasons and even I wanted to know why. She was my sister and I wanted to find her. My father seemed at eased with her being done, as if she knew why she was gone, but I never asked questions. I became a master at hunting in the forest, not because I wanted to but because people were within’ our forest that we wanted out. I did not hunt animals, I hunted humans, only because I was told to hunt humans, but not to kill them, just injury them.
I hated the idea and after a hundred years, I grew to dread it and finally said I would only injury or kill anything on the battle field, though I dreaded the thought of it. But that day finally came and a forty year war between the humans and elves were underway. I went to the battle field and for thirty years I took the life of many people and saw many of my friends die. I hated it and wanted it to end, but it was also where I found my sister, who had actually left home over a hundred years before. I met her after a battle and spoke with her. She had used magic to alter her features to that of normal human, but I knew it was her, the crown made of vines and the ruby stone gave her away. She was not fighting in this war, but passing through when she was caught in the battle. She was not going to battle, but she was returning to the Silver Forest in the south to live in peace with her lover.
The war ended and I moved to the Forest with her, only to find peace and then once again, the urge to be a dragon rider came, when the same dragon rider who had come to my home many years before landed in the forest and showed himself to be her lover. I was amazed at this and traveled back to the forest, in hopes to become the next dragon rider.
