Post by Andarial Featherstone on Aug 23, 2010 23:01:24 GMT -5
Andarial Featherstone
" I fight for the blood not the glory."
the basics,
»»character full name: Andarial Faith Featherstone/Andee
»»age: 25
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»Alignment: dark
»»Position:Queen
»»Magic: Earth
the appearance,
»»eyes: gold/crimson
»»markings:smattering of lesser scars, large whip-like lash across her back
»»height:5'8"
»»weight:120 lbs
»»general appearance:Andarial is beautiful and knows how to use it. Her skin is a deep black that is smooth to the touch. Her hair is pure white and her eyes a molten gold that change to a deep crimson when she is angry or using her powers. Her walk is confident and something that makes one take notice. Her body is thin with just enough hip and breast to catch the eye. Since she is a royalty her ears a dramatically pointed. The clothes she chooses are exposing and all a black leather, usually boots that are connected to her pants, a short halter top(with metal connected to the leather). On top of that is a metal collar with flared shoulder connections all made out of armor.
On her neck is a necklace that is her insignia in obsidian: two crossed scimitars in the center of a circle. Her armor is obsidian black that covers her entire body with an open face helmet. Always with her are her two curved scimitars and her tiger claws.
the personality,
»»likes: books, fighting, and sex
»»dislikes: kindness, weakness, and rain
»»strengths: Fighting: She is extremely skilled in fighting as she spends most of her time outside in the Training Grounds. Being Royal she can also seamlessly meld magic and weaponry.
Intelligence: She is quick as a whip and can tell you what you're doing wrong. She reads constantly and can often be found ignoring her studies and hiding away in the library.
»»weaknesses: Temper: Though she is smart she will often forgo the intelligent thing and will fight those who are better than her. She will also speak before she thinks if she is truly angry.
Confidence: She is overly confident and thinks herself better than anyone. This often gets herself into situations she cannot get out of, though during the entire time she will think she has the upper hand.
»»secrets: She is afraid of love.
»»general personality: Andee is almost always in a fury. She is easily angered and will attack first before questioning. This often lands those who anger her in a difficult situation. She kills without a second thought and never feels guilty. She is a masochist, loving it when someone else causes her pain, though she can only take so much. Death is not something she fears and in fact embraces it. The only thing she loves is her Beast, Wulf.
The way she walks makes you notice her, it is confident and every bit sexual. She is dangerous even if she is kissing you. One minute she will like you and the next she'll have you begging for mercy at her feet while she presses her blade to the back of your neck. In other words she is completely unpredictable. She commands the room with a presence unlike any other and is not afraid to stand up for what she believes in the worst way, in other words she will kill those who don't believe the same thing.
the history,
»»mother: Fira (deceased)
»»father: Tyros (deceased)
»»siblings: Coming soon
»»others:none
»»background: Andee's history is somewhat dark. Her mother died in child birth and she was born as a twin princess to Gira's original King. He loved her dearly and she loved him and her twin sister in return. But love could not combat fate and Andarial's fate was one of darkness. One day she went into the Marble Castle's library (as it was the only castle at the time) and she found a scroll. This scroll held the most powerful, dark, and forbidden magic ever created. This magic able to change the very foundation of an elf's magic. She recited the incantation aloud, just to sound it out, and suddenly she felt the power in her veins rise. But with that power came darkness, warping her mind to become evil and so the first dark elf was born.
That very same night, with her anger and slight insanity riding high, she moved through the shadows into her father's bed chambers to kill him. She destroyed him easily, catching him by surprise but in doing so she sealed her own fate. As the act of his murder was witnessed by her sister. So, she was thrown from the castle gates, banished from the citadel. But without her sister's knowledge she began to collect follower's, elves who wished to have dark powers too, and so she spoke the dark incantation over them. They too transformed into dark elves and slowly she gathered enough to begin a war with her sister.
Winning the first few battles she managed to take over some places big enough to erect a castle of her own. This became known as Obsidian Castle. For now there are no battles as she has lost the last few fights and has been waiting for her people to replenish.
the player,
»»alias:Andee
»»age:18
»»contact:hawkfrosta@aol.com
»»rp sample:
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" I fight for the blood not the glory."
the basics,
»»character full name: Andarial Faith Featherstone/Andee
»»age: 25
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»Alignment: dark
»»Position:Queen
»»Magic: Earth
the appearance,
»»eyes: gold/crimson
»»markings:smattering of lesser scars, large whip-like lash across her back
»»height:5'8"
»»weight:120 lbs
»»general appearance:Andarial is beautiful and knows how to use it. Her skin is a deep black that is smooth to the touch. Her hair is pure white and her eyes a molten gold that change to a deep crimson when she is angry or using her powers. Her walk is confident and something that makes one take notice. Her body is thin with just enough hip and breast to catch the eye. Since she is a royalty her ears a dramatically pointed. The clothes she chooses are exposing and all a black leather, usually boots that are connected to her pants, a short halter top(with metal connected to the leather). On top of that is a metal collar with flared shoulder connections all made out of armor.
On her neck is a necklace that is her insignia in obsidian: two crossed scimitars in the center of a circle. Her armor is obsidian black that covers her entire body with an open face helmet. Always with her are her two curved scimitars and her tiger claws.
the personality,
»»likes: books, fighting, and sex
»»dislikes: kindness, weakness, and rain
»»strengths: Fighting: She is extremely skilled in fighting as she spends most of her time outside in the Training Grounds. Being Royal she can also seamlessly meld magic and weaponry.
Intelligence: She is quick as a whip and can tell you what you're doing wrong. She reads constantly and can often be found ignoring her studies and hiding away in the library.
»»weaknesses: Temper: Though she is smart she will often forgo the intelligent thing and will fight those who are better than her. She will also speak before she thinks if she is truly angry.
Confidence: She is overly confident and thinks herself better than anyone. This often gets herself into situations she cannot get out of, though during the entire time she will think she has the upper hand.
»»secrets: She is afraid of love.
»»general personality: Andee is almost always in a fury. She is easily angered and will attack first before questioning. This often lands those who anger her in a difficult situation. She kills without a second thought and never feels guilty. She is a masochist, loving it when someone else causes her pain, though she can only take so much. Death is not something she fears and in fact embraces it. The only thing she loves is her Beast, Wulf.
The way she walks makes you notice her, it is confident and every bit sexual. She is dangerous even if she is kissing you. One minute she will like you and the next she'll have you begging for mercy at her feet while she presses her blade to the back of your neck. In other words she is completely unpredictable. She commands the room with a presence unlike any other and is not afraid to stand up for what she believes in the worst way, in other words she will kill those who don't believe the same thing.
the history,
»»mother: Fira (deceased)
»»father: Tyros (deceased)
»»siblings: Coming soon
»»others:none
»»background: Andee's history is somewhat dark. Her mother died in child birth and she was born as a twin princess to Gira's original King. He loved her dearly and she loved him and her twin sister in return. But love could not combat fate and Andarial's fate was one of darkness. One day she went into the Marble Castle's library (as it was the only castle at the time) and she found a scroll. This scroll held the most powerful, dark, and forbidden magic ever created. This magic able to change the very foundation of an elf's magic. She recited the incantation aloud, just to sound it out, and suddenly she felt the power in her veins rise. But with that power came darkness, warping her mind to become evil and so the first dark elf was born.
That very same night, with her anger and slight insanity riding high, she moved through the shadows into her father's bed chambers to kill him. She destroyed him easily, catching him by surprise but in doing so she sealed her own fate. As the act of his murder was witnessed by her sister. So, she was thrown from the castle gates, banished from the citadel. But without her sister's knowledge she began to collect follower's, elves who wished to have dark powers too, and so she spoke the dark incantation over them. They too transformed into dark elves and slowly she gathered enough to begin a war with her sister.
Winning the first few battles she managed to take over some places big enough to erect a castle of her own. This became known as Obsidian Castle. For now there are no battles as she has lost the last few fights and has been waiting for her people to replenish.
the player,
»»alias:Andee
»»age:18
»»contact:hawkfrosta@aol.com
»»rp sample:
She was in one of the many forests inland of Oregon. What the name was she couldn't remember. Her form was pale against the darkness of the night. Bright emerald green eyes glittered in the darkness as they searched for the animal she was hunting. The Hunger had gotten to her before she had anything supernatural to track down. So right now she was trying to sate the gnawing in both her belly and mind, trying to rid herself of that horrible ache that drove her insane.
She held back a hiss of pain as another ache lanced through her gut. She shook her head trying to ignore the call of the beast, it would not help to have the cat out now not until the wind changed and she could creep up on her prey silently. Right now she could only hope these deer were tame enough not to be worried by a human. She had left her shoes by the path and now her smooth feet made barely any sound as she placed them carefully onto the ground. Her eyesight was better than a humans and she could see through the dark well enough to be able to avoid sticks and things that may make sound.
She inhaled deeply, her heightened sense of smell bringing in the scent of a young buck. She paced closer and her eyes found the darker shape in the night laying in sleep. She would wake him first, the thrill of the hunt would stop the Hunger more than the actual eating. She began to shift a loud groan left her lips as her body curved and bent, bones shaping themselves into something themselves entirely. Her muscles snapped and lengthened, tightening and curling around in other places they didn't belong in human form.
The deer started at the sound of her pained sounds and it was off leaping through the brush. IT mattered not though. Andee was soon in jaguar form and she was hunting. Running after him, leaping and diving over and under the undergrowth. The buck couldn't understand the smell of her as she came upon him. What creature was hunting her down, a mix between a Jaguar and some cat he had never smelled before. She was soon behind him and her claws extended as did her paw to hook his back leg and the buck stumbled just long enough for Andee to launch herself at his neck and crush his throat with her powerful jaws.
She pulled back as the buck fell to the ground and she began to lap at his blood. Then the cat began to feast. In the quiet night nothing could be heard but the shivering of the leaves and the dying buck beneath her as she tore into him while he was still alive.
She held back a hiss of pain as another ache lanced through her gut. She shook her head trying to ignore the call of the beast, it would not help to have the cat out now not until the wind changed and she could creep up on her prey silently. Right now she could only hope these deer were tame enough not to be worried by a human. She had left her shoes by the path and now her smooth feet made barely any sound as she placed them carefully onto the ground. Her eyesight was better than a humans and she could see through the dark well enough to be able to avoid sticks and things that may make sound.
She inhaled deeply, her heightened sense of smell bringing in the scent of a young buck. She paced closer and her eyes found the darker shape in the night laying in sleep. She would wake him first, the thrill of the hunt would stop the Hunger more than the actual eating. She began to shift a loud groan left her lips as her body curved and bent, bones shaping themselves into something themselves entirely. Her muscles snapped and lengthened, tightening and curling around in other places they didn't belong in human form.
The deer started at the sound of her pained sounds and it was off leaping through the brush. IT mattered not though. Andee was soon in jaguar form and she was hunting. Running after him, leaping and diving over and under the undergrowth. The buck couldn't understand the smell of her as she came upon him. What creature was hunting her down, a mix between a Jaguar and some cat he had never smelled before. She was soon behind him and her claws extended as did her paw to hook his back leg and the buck stumbled just long enough for Andee to launch herself at his neck and crush his throat with her powerful jaws.
She pulled back as the buck fell to the ground and she began to lap at his blood. Then the cat began to feast. In the quiet night nothing could be heard but the shivering of the leaves and the dying buck beneath her as she tore into him while he was still alive.
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