Post by moony on Oct 18, 2010 22:39:17 GMT -5
{{ d a i n e }}
" got to fight another fight; I gotta run another night
get it out; check it out
I'm on my way and I don't feel right
I gotta get me back; I can't be beat and that's a fact "
" it's ok; I'll find a way
you ain't gonna take me down, no way! "
" got to fight another fight; I gotta run another night
get it out; check it out
I'm on my way and I don't feel right
I gotta get me back; I can't be beat and that's a fact "
" it's ok; I'll find a way
you ain't gonna take me down, no way! "
[/font]don't judge a thing till you know what's inside it!
don't push me, I'll fight it.
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full name;; Lady Veralidaine Decessus
alias(s);; Daine, Wolf, Moony, Dessy, the Faded Lady etc.
gender;; female
age;; 121
birthday;; fall equinox
birth place;; Ellismera
race;; elf
occupation;; traveler, does this and that wherever she goes
allegience;; the Riders
never gonna give in, never gonna
[/color]give it up, no![/font]
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height;; 5'7"
weight;; 135 lbs
hair;; blond
eyes;; blue
build;; very athletic and proportionate
chest;; 34" D
waist;; 22"
hips;; 36"
general appearance;; Everyone knows that elves are beautiful. Even males have certain godly looks to them. Well, it's that way to the human eye. Among the elves, beauty is natural and it isn't what is shown on the surface of a person, but in the world around that person. An ugly being will make it's surroundings ugly. That is to say, those who are not in tune with nature will make nature imperfect, and nature is a perfect thing. Thus it is very hard for an elf to be ugly. However, it is even harder for an elf to be beautiful. Beauty is only what one sees. Human men are prone to swoon over the ugliest of barmaids while elven men are prone to never swoon at all.
Perhaps, possibly, Veralidaine could be considered beautiful. She shall never know, spending so little time in one place. Probably not, though. Most do not consider the cunning smirk forever upon her face as 'beauty', even if it truly is only skin deep. Her physique will always be considered a curse to her. Yes, the human male will fall to her knees and beg for her hand in marriage, and she, graciously, will decline. This form of attention is not what she enjoys and many a time has she considered cutting her blond cascades off at their roots, rubbing dirt upon her face, dressing in rags and rolling in the spray of skunk to lower her chances of being noticed, but never has she actually done it.
Few be the people who consider the elf girl vain about her looks. Afterall, she makes no secret her despise. But, beauty is as beauty does, no? So she deals with it, wondering if nature made her this way for any particular reason, or if the humans are right and the gods are laughing at her. With her slim body, blond hair, and ample cleavage one would think she were proud to look so good. Alas, she is not. You see, her looks are who she is. If she didn't look like she does, no one would know who she was, would they? No. And this, friends, is why Daine despises her looks, for she is recognisable in a crowd of hundreds.
Of course, walking around in a land full of near nothing but humans makes her stand out that much more. Not that this tidbit of information would ever get through her thick skull into the decent lady inside. Youngsters always walking around acting like they know everything. The older they get, the more they realize Dad was right. Yes, that is another part of her looks. At first glance, when not comparing to other elves, Daine seems to be about 21. Over the age to be married and have children by human standards. Of course, by elven standards, she is almost still a child herself.
Perhaps she has traveled for too long. Her warm blue eyes show not only the pain of her parents rejection but also the pain of hardships on the road. Few may be able to match her staff, bow, or swordplay, but she is not invincible. In fact, with the right words, this young hothead is liable to get herself in much trouble with the weapons she knows better than her own hand. In fact, she is not seen without a long bow across her back and a sword at her hip. If she absolutely cannot wear some sort of metalic pointy object, she will still carry her staff. Elves are very quick learners, and humans are no match.
As for her clothing, whatever she can afford at the time will do. Of course, she is decent in public at all times. Gentleborns must be. Then again, one would never guess that she is gentle bred by looking at her. With calouses on her hands to match the hardest working carpenter in town and muscles that show a life on the road, most believe she is a random elf that has lost her way. Well, they're not that far off...but the closer they are to the truth, the farther away from it they are of discovery.
you can't catch a wave if you're
[/color]never gonna ride it![/font]
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general personality;; Since much of her personality is explained above, this should be quite simple. Of course, her persona is never directly stated, but with minimal usage of one's theoretical mind, it is not difficult to discern certain traits of the ever wandering Daine. For instance, many times above it is mentioned that Daine moves around alot and has many nicknames, thus hinting that she is particularly secretive and possibly untrusting. Also, note where it is said that her parents rejected her. She could be insecure and deeply hurt inside. But, of course, it would be rude to just give you hints and never tell you just what's up. The sky is, by the way.
Daine is a very kind soul. Wherever she goes, she has to help people. In some places with the Humans she has even become known as the Faded Lady. Her magic is particularly strong towards healing purposes, but it's almost as if she hasn't broken through the part of it that will allow her to use her strength for malicious purposes. Of course, that's not the true case. It is simply that inside she does not really desire the outcome of whatever hateful act she will commit. Therefor, the act itself doesn't happen, allowing her to never deal with the outcome. Genious, don't you think?
So, we know for sure that she is kind. Also, earlier, it is stated that she is a bit of a hothead. Yes, she has a short temper, but she doesn't explode at the end of it. Instead, she leaves. Daine is very emminent about her beliefs. These ideals are usually never on religion or politics, but on domestic life. The way this woman treats her husband is completely outrageous and should be stopped immediately. However, Daine is an elf, and they are trained to never show emotion, if they have them at all. Luckilly for Daine, she left the elves at an early age, so sometimes she will have a human-ish outburst, but those are quite rare.
There is actually little else to the young noble. She doesn't look down on other people unless they defy what she believes is right. The Code of Chivalry plays a role in her life though she does not always follow it exactly. Afterall, she is not a knight in the Cruisades. No, Daine is a mere elf daughter of one hundred and twenty-one years old. She does not know the true evils of the world yet, but that is likely to change. Her goals are to help people help themselves without getting shipped back to her homeland. If she can manage all that and not get cought up in war or worse...it's been a good day.
you can't come uninvited, never gonna give in
[/color]never gonna give it up, no![/font]
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history;; The history of a girl who doesn't want her history told...or even remembered, is hard to tell. See, when a certain someone makes another someone swear in the ancient language to never tell a secret said another someone will have difficulty saying it from then on. If that another someone managed to somehow get around, hypothetically speaking of course, this swearing of the ancient language, said another someone would be very skilled indeed and should ask an audiance with the king of said another someone's country. Luckilly nothing of the sort happened here. Perhaps it would be best if she told it though. Listen closely, for she's not likely to do this again.
" Since I really can't bring myself to say this outloud, I shall write it down. You may read it. Afterwards, this scrap of paper will be burned and we shall never speak of it again. Also, I'll have a promise on your blood by the ancient language that you will never mention anything you are about to read...ever. These are facts that I hold very close to my heart in a locked away box that I have no desire to look into. I don't particularly like reliving my brief but busy past and you will do well to never ask me to do this again. This is my one and only time. Pay attention.
I was born in Ellesmera. Yes, the city of beauty and all that. I know. I lived there for about 50 years. Well, 53 years to be exact. My mother, Lady Mauraleen Sarras was the queen's best friend and of course, my father, Lord Ilia was of the king's favored list. Even my older brother managed to get on the royalty 'good list'. I however, did not. Haha, not only did I manage to not get myself on the 'good list', I managed to thoroughly plant myself in the 'bad list'. That tends to happen when you go with your parents and perfect older brother as he tries for an egg and you happen to be the curious type.
Well, my loving, perfect, outstanding, amazing, and every other word that makes me want to gag older brother got to go in the little egg room. Apparently, you can only get into that room if you're of a certain age with a certain affinity with a certain permission from a certain person with a certain this and that and something else. Well, at the age of 40 or so, not very old at all, I decided, in my infinite wisdom to...get in. Nothing bad happened. I didn't kill an egg or something like that. It was just the fact that I had gone against the elf code or something like that and disobeyed my elders.
Of course, his and her Majesties weren't exactly the happiest people when they found out I had shamed two of their closest friends. And, the royals being unhappy with a person means everyone is unhappy with said person. Guess who said person was for a decade. Yep: me, myself, and I. My doting parents really didn't have much to do with me before then, but after that time, they hardly noticed I existed. My brother was their perfect child. I despised him. So...after I had dealt with it for as long as I could -- 12 years -- I decided I was done, at the ripe old age of 53, and left.
Oh yes, I'm intelligent. At first, no one really noticed I was missing. I had already done my time training with the Riders, so I was handy with a sword, staff, and bow. Well, I was handy with a staff. It took another twenty years of target practice and going through my sword exorcises for hours a day to get true skill with either weapon. Now, how ever many years it's been, I'm fairly positive that I could hold my own against my father, and that would be something. He's good with a blade. I passed my brother's skill long ago. With the way the Balance works, I'm probably only that good because I don't go around stabbing people. In fact, it's all just for show and I like the feel of a weapon in my hands even if I don't particularly want to use it.
Anyway, back to the story... So it took a few monthes before it suddenly dawned on my parents 'wait a minute, don't we have a daughter?' and they came looking for me. Oh wait, if I say "they came looking for me" that means that my mother and my father actually got up and searched for their daughter. Ha! Like that would ever happen. No, it's more like they sent a few people into the woods around our home and sang to the trees to find out where I was. In fact, I'm fairly certain they even found me once or twice, but they never tried to take me home. So, I got comfortable.
I'd stay wherever I could, it didn't matter who it was who housed me. I didn't think my parents would actually want me back home. Since elven children are so loved, no one would ever turn me away. And then I went to this one inn on the outskirts of the forest. Unknown to me, dear old dad had placed a bounty on my head, as I like to call it. He was offering riches and status to whomever brought me home. The owner of this inn recognized my face as the girl in question and packed my arse up to haul me back to my father and collect his award. I managed to escape. Don't ask me how, I still have some secrets.
Speaking of secrets, what I've already mentioned is all you need to know. I have traveled many places since that day and my parents haven't found me again. I'm going to keep it that way until they forget I exist once and for all. I have nothing to do with the elven court anymore. In my travels I have come across many hardships. Afterall, humans don't particularly like my kind. There's a reason I'm deft with a sword. As much as I hate to kill people, I have been forced to do so. When it's my life or their's and they are trying to kill me, I'll probably pick my own life. Not that I'm selfish or something like that...I just don't like those people.
Then again, not all humans hate elves. And many of them have their opinion changed when I save their leg or hand or whatever. One village in the heart of Broddring consider me the Faded Lady. I guess Faded has something to do with the fact that when I'm there, I'm not really there. As in, no one truly knows who I am or where I come from. They only know that if I'm around and a baby needs birthed or someone is very sick, I'm the one to contact. I have even found that the Faded Lady is a name that is known in the area surrounding said village, but I try to ignore that. The idea here is to remain annonymous. Looks like I'm failing.
So. I've given you all the history you'll ever need about me. Feel free to burn this piece of paper and know that if you choose not to, I will cook you from the inside and feed you to your mother in a nice soup. Also, you might as well go ahead and say outloud in the ancient language, "I will never repeat anything I have just read in this writing by Veralidaine Decessus." I will make you anyway, so that is not required at this very moment. Now, toss this paper in the fire. Good. "
you can't take me
[/color]I'm free![/font]
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alias;; Moony
gender;; female
age;; seventeen
rp sample;; check it out. not bad, eh?[/blockquote][/blockquote]
DJ paced around the bar. He had cleaned it and recleaned it and then mopped the floor and scrubbed the lightbulbs for good measure. Yeah, he had been working non-stop in Celcius for the last 6 hours, completely skipping sleep. He had gotten off the computer at just after 2 AM that morning, talking to Amaya. She had this way of like...making his whole world flip upside down. How was he supposed to think when her innocence made him second guess everything he said or did? How the hell could he function like that?
He had an answer: there was no fucking way. Amaya Suzuki was the bane of his existence. There was a reason he avoided the good girls like the plague. They were like his sister: sweet, innocent, sheltered. It drove him insane. This one especially. That was why he was at the bar long after closing. That was why he wasn't asleep like any normal man would be. No, of course not. He was up trying to figure out how the hell he was going to deal with this beautiful little asian girl that seemed to have him tripping. Kaiden even said something about it. The team was going to have a field day if he didn't do something about this. Yeah, Shane had a girl, but that was different. Stefany had dated Amaya, but he was a fag; hence, the name "Stefany".
He stopped and turned toward a picture above the bar. It was supposed to 'set the mood'. He didn't know how the hell it did that, but aparently it did. It was made by someone who could make illusions and a telepath. The makers had made the painting show what you wanted most. He expected to find what he always found: a nude girl, her face hidden, laying on his bed with her legs spread open, begging him to come to her. This time, it was different. He saw Amaya's smiling face against his chest. Immediately, he shut his eyes. "NO! There's no way."
DJ glanced at the clock. Was it really morning? Yep. A look of decision crossed his features and he grabbed his leather jacket off the back of a barstool, taking off out the door. He knew she was in one of the dorms on campus, and as a student, there was no reason for him not to be allowed on school grounds. Then again, even if someone told him "no", he could always get what he wanted...just make them look him in the eyes, and they were at his mercy. Not 15 minutes later, he was sitting in his fully loaded 2010 black GMC Sierra 2500 staring up at the girl's dorms. Of course, she could've been in the co-ed dorms, but for some reason, he really doubted that.
Getting out of his beloved pick-up, he took a deep breath. What the fuck was he doing here? Simple, seeing Amaya. He promised he'd see her today. Ok...how was he going to get in? He hadn't gotten that far yet. So, he took the direct route: straight through the front doors. Stopping the first girl he saw, he made eye-contact. "Tell me what room Amaya Suzuki is in?" She told him. "Do not tell anyone about this conversation." She nodded blankly. He turned and walked back out the doors.
He walked around to the other side of the building and looked up. He could definitely see Amaya's window. There was no way he'd be able to get through the entire building undetected, so he'd go the safer way. Or at least, it was safer in his opinion. Cracking his knuckles, DJ set his mind to the task at hand. That was the only way to get stuff like this done. Handhold by handhold, foothold by foothold, DJ made his way up the side of the building. If he were to fall, he'd probably die. Yeah, he could command any being on the planet by giving them a direct order, but his rock climbing ability wasn't exactly the greatest.
He could almost reach the bottom of her windowsill when another thought struck him. What if her window was locked? That would suck. Then again, what reason would she have to lock her window? He glanced down. Yep, long enough...haha. Shaking his head, he thanked God -- not for the first time in the last few minutes -- for having the designers of the campus put brick on the outer part of this building. Otherwise, he would never have made it off the ground. Finally, after what seemed like forever -- but was only a couple of moments -- DJ pushed open Amaya's window. Or at least, he hoped it was Amaya's.
He couldn't be for certain becuase she wasn't in the room. No one was. As silently as possible, DJ pulled himself into the dorm room. Glancing around, he was glad he made enough money to live on his own. Being in one of these dorms would suck. First inspection told him that 5 people called the place home. However, the second glance said that only one of the bed areas was used: the one closest to the bathroom. Running his gaze around the edges of the bathroom door, he could see light. If he strained his ears, he could hear the shower running. She must be in the shower...I'll just wait for her.
Being the smooth player DJ was, he decided to sit on Amaya's bed, leaning back on her pillows looking like he owned the place. At once, he knew it was her room. The very faint perfume he had smelled around her that first day on the beach was here, and he was fairly certain he'd seen her wearing that shirt before. His eyes raked over her belongings, coming to land on the book on her bedside table. It was Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. If he had any doubts as to the room's owner, they were gone now. What high school girl would read a book like that when it wasn't required by the school? None. He picked it up and turned to the first page, ready to wait as long as need be.
He didn't have to wait long. He heard the handle click and looked up, watching the door open and by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on walk out. The first thing he noticed was her hair, it was down around her shoulders in that not-dripping-but-not-completely-dry-either look. The next was her clothing. There was none. She was simply wrapped in a towel. She was gorgeous. Wow...I expected to see you, but I didn't expect to see so much of you. Luckilly, he was smart enough not to say that outloud. Instead, he just looked at her. He couldn't pull his eyes away.
There was only enough time for a heartbeat, if that long. He sprung from her bed, leaving the book open to the page she had been on originally and moved to her. The space between them receeded at an alarming rate. Before she had any real time to react, he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him, pressing her tiny body against his. Without thinking about it, DJ lowered his head and kissed her, full on the mouth. His lips crushed her's in a firm but gentle way. His arms slid around her, holding her in place against his chest. A few heartbeats later, his lips pulled away, two sweet words dancing on his lips. "You're mine..."
He had an answer: there was no fucking way. Amaya Suzuki was the bane of his existence. There was a reason he avoided the good girls like the plague. They were like his sister: sweet, innocent, sheltered. It drove him insane. This one especially. That was why he was at the bar long after closing. That was why he wasn't asleep like any normal man would be. No, of course not. He was up trying to figure out how the hell he was going to deal with this beautiful little asian girl that seemed to have him tripping. Kaiden even said something about it. The team was going to have a field day if he didn't do something about this. Yeah, Shane had a girl, but that was different. Stefany had dated Amaya, but he was a fag; hence, the name "Stefany".
He stopped and turned toward a picture above the bar. It was supposed to 'set the mood'. He didn't know how the hell it did that, but aparently it did. It was made by someone who could make illusions and a telepath. The makers had made the painting show what you wanted most. He expected to find what he always found: a nude girl, her face hidden, laying on his bed with her legs spread open, begging him to come to her. This time, it was different. He saw Amaya's smiling face against his chest. Immediately, he shut his eyes. "NO! There's no way."
DJ glanced at the clock. Was it really morning? Yep. A look of decision crossed his features and he grabbed his leather jacket off the back of a barstool, taking off out the door. He knew she was in one of the dorms on campus, and as a student, there was no reason for him not to be allowed on school grounds. Then again, even if someone told him "no", he could always get what he wanted...just make them look him in the eyes, and they were at his mercy. Not 15 minutes later, he was sitting in his fully loaded 2010 black GMC Sierra 2500 staring up at the girl's dorms. Of course, she could've been in the co-ed dorms, but for some reason, he really doubted that.
Getting out of his beloved pick-up, he took a deep breath. What the fuck was he doing here? Simple, seeing Amaya. He promised he'd see her today. Ok...how was he going to get in? He hadn't gotten that far yet. So, he took the direct route: straight through the front doors. Stopping the first girl he saw, he made eye-contact. "Tell me what room Amaya Suzuki is in?" She told him. "Do not tell anyone about this conversation." She nodded blankly. He turned and walked back out the doors.
He walked around to the other side of the building and looked up. He could definitely see Amaya's window. There was no way he'd be able to get through the entire building undetected, so he'd go the safer way. Or at least, it was safer in his opinion. Cracking his knuckles, DJ set his mind to the task at hand. That was the only way to get stuff like this done. Handhold by handhold, foothold by foothold, DJ made his way up the side of the building. If he were to fall, he'd probably die. Yeah, he could command any being on the planet by giving them a direct order, but his rock climbing ability wasn't exactly the greatest.
He could almost reach the bottom of her windowsill when another thought struck him. What if her window was locked? That would suck. Then again, what reason would she have to lock her window? He glanced down. Yep, long enough...haha. Shaking his head, he thanked God -- not for the first time in the last few minutes -- for having the designers of the campus put brick on the outer part of this building. Otherwise, he would never have made it off the ground. Finally, after what seemed like forever -- but was only a couple of moments -- DJ pushed open Amaya's window. Or at least, he hoped it was Amaya's.
He couldn't be for certain becuase she wasn't in the room. No one was. As silently as possible, DJ pulled himself into the dorm room. Glancing around, he was glad he made enough money to live on his own. Being in one of these dorms would suck. First inspection told him that 5 people called the place home. However, the second glance said that only one of the bed areas was used: the one closest to the bathroom. Running his gaze around the edges of the bathroom door, he could see light. If he strained his ears, he could hear the shower running. She must be in the shower...I'll just wait for her.
Being the smooth player DJ was, he decided to sit on Amaya's bed, leaning back on her pillows looking like he owned the place. At once, he knew it was her room. The very faint perfume he had smelled around her that first day on the beach was here, and he was fairly certain he'd seen her wearing that shirt before. His eyes raked over her belongings, coming to land on the book on her bedside table. It was Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. If he had any doubts as to the room's owner, they were gone now. What high school girl would read a book like that when it wasn't required by the school? None. He picked it up and turned to the first page, ready to wait as long as need be.
He didn't have to wait long. He heard the handle click and looked up, watching the door open and by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on walk out. The first thing he noticed was her hair, it was down around her shoulders in that not-dripping-but-not-completely-dry-either look. The next was her clothing. There was none. She was simply wrapped in a towel. She was gorgeous. Wow...I expected to see you, but I didn't expect to see so much of you. Luckilly, he was smart enough not to say that outloud. Instead, he just looked at her. He couldn't pull his eyes away.
There was only enough time for a heartbeat, if that long. He sprung from her bed, leaving the book open to the page she had been on originally and moved to her. The space between them receeded at an alarming rate. Before she had any real time to react, he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him, pressing her tiny body against his. Without thinking about it, DJ lowered his head and kissed her, full on the mouth. His lips crushed her's in a firm but gentle way. His arms slid around her, holding her in place against his chest. A few heartbeats later, his lips pulled away, two sweet words dancing on his lips. "You're mine..."
