Post by Kaida on Jan 22, 2007 23:05:35 GMT -5
Sorry its so long!!!!!
your name:
Kaida
Other characters RPed on DRA:
None yet
Character name:
Feytarin (Fey) Adurna
Age:
40
Gender:
Female.
Race:
Elf
Allegiance:
Fey has lived on her own since she was 12 and travels across Algasia fighting against Galbatorix but not among the Varden.
Description:
Fey is about 5’9’’ with long brown hair that rests just below her shoulder blades but is most often held in a ponytail high on her head. Her eyes are a silvery blue and are often hard to read. Her thin but strong frame is adorned with a tight, armor-like green, shirt. The shirt is laced with intricate golden pattern and reaches down to about 4in above her knees. Around the hips on each side, the shirt is split down to its hem with a strong belt around her waist. Her pants are brown and lose fitting around the legs and are adorned with a pocket at the right knee. She caries a bow whose shaft is made of a strong, dark, polished wood and each arrow is of the same make. The arrowheads on the bow however, are made of a crystal- like substance that very closely resembles the wing of a dragonfly. These are special and formed by magic of her own design and allow her to alter the purpose of these arrows with a simple spell. (Ex being able to lace the arrows with poison mid air.)
She also bears a thick black hooded cape that ties at the center with a silver clasp in the shape of a circle with many alterations on it (hard to describe)
With her, travels a small dragon-like creature that's wings span the equivalent of Fey’s arms length. It is an elegant silver with wings and an appearance like a small Saphira. Its name is Kaida, which means “Little dragon”.
Personality:
Fey is very intelligent but often it is hidden behind her lack of ability to think quickly and logically at the same time. She however can me very wise when given time and is very apt at picking up the emotions of others. She is often very positive but when troubled, can sink deep into thought and not speak for days. She is very quick tempered and is strong, a deadly combination.
Fey has little or no tolerance for anyone who would attack someone out of spite and would not hesitate to make her opinion known. She is very in tune with nature so she will often speak very philosophically or in riddles. She has a good heart and good intentions but often her attempts at kindness come off wrong and offensively. She is very social but has spent so much time alone, when she met Kaida, they became so attached it is almost as if they think as one. She is not very trusting very easily and is quick to be judgmental and it takes a lot to change her mind.
History:
Feytarin was born to a small family that lived along the Gaena River in hiding and lived happily so until she was 10 years old. At that time, her mother had foreseen an attack upon her and her family. Quickly, they abandoned their home but, not fast enough. They were soon befallen by several of Galbetorix’s minions and her father, two brothers and sister were killed. Her mother was kidnapped but, before they could kill Feytarin, her mother saved her by sacrificing herself. Feytarin then fled to the city of Ellesmera and lived there for 10 years before setting off on her own. She traveled across Alagasia in search of the men who slaughtered her family. She killed all but one of them, Duza. When she learned of Durza’s demise, she began to resent Eragon for it. She for the past few years has searched for him and finally found him in Ellesmera where she had started. She found his weakened state and vowed that she herself would kill Galbetorix’s himself as her own compensation for not being able to kill Duza. Within the next year, she found Kaida wounded in a forest and they have been traveling together ever since.
Family:
Little is known about Feytarin’s distant family. Her mother was an elf that had been blessed in a similar fashion to the little girl Eragon blessed and possessed the same powers. Her father was a sword smith and her siblings to young to accomplish anything.
Other:
Incredibly skilled in magic
Master of the bow
Gets faint glimmers of the future on rare occasions
Rp sample:
A dark, thin figure glided through the forest with ease like the wind. Her footsteps were barely audible as she crept along behind her prey. An urgle horde lay but a few feet ahead of her. A growl threatened to crawl from her throat as a feeling of disgust at the beasts crept through her veins. Feytarin had been following the small group of urgles for weeks until she found the perfect moment to attack them. Fey was disgusted with the creatures and would do anything to destroy them forever and had spent many days pondering how best to obliterate them in one blow. Now that her chance had come, her blood burned with anticipation and impatience. She watched for hours as they set up camp, gathered water, and lit fires. After the beasts had finished the settled down the only light coming from the fire and the moon which seemed to fight one another for power.
From her back, fey drew a long arrow that's head reflected the moonlight with a silver glow that shone deep in the color reflective veins that seemed to flow through the arrows clear surface. A smile crept across her face as she admired her work and slowly knocked it into her bow. With one swift movement she let the arrow fly and watched it splash into the water supply. She healed her breath praying none herd it, but not a soul moved. With a smile, she whispered under her breath “ethgri zaro’roc.” The water seemed to flash with a light before it dimmed to nothing. Feytarin’s heart began to race, as she knew her words had worked. With another quick breath she whispered again, “gath un reisa du rakr!”
Her heart began to flit with joy as a small steam began to rise from the water, dispersing over the encampment. She quickly covered her mouth with her cape at the color of the mist became apparent. A thick cur ten of black hung luminously over the encampment as the poisoned water filled the air. With haste, Feytarin slid from the encampment and as far away as she could go. She smiled, “The dirty beasts disserved it.”
“Are you sure?” Chimed a sweet melodic voice that seemed as gentle and flowing as water and yet as hard and steadfast as stone. Fey laughed at such a remark “How could they not? They have killed so many and probably were off to kill more!” Anger and frustration seemed to linger in her voice. She stared to the sky watching the silver figure that glided above in the moonlight. It quickly descended to fly around her as she ran. She laughed with joy as she raced with Kaida around her and soon stopped at the edge of the forest, amid a clearing. Kaida settled on her shoulders and wrapped her long tail around her neck gently. The small birdlike creature resembled a mix between a phoenix and a dragon but belonged to nether race. Feytarin patted her head gently as she felt Kaida’s voice ring in her head, “I would guard yourself if I were you.” She chimed. Out of reflex, Fey threw up her arm and cried “Nagz risa!” With a plunk, three arrows fell to the ground before her. Anger surged through her once again, “Who is there?” She snapped.
From the shade, a deep voice laughed. “I might ask you the same.” It mused as the figure slid from the shade…
your name:
Kaida
Other characters RPed on DRA:
None yet
Character name:
Feytarin (Fey) Adurna
Age:
40
Gender:
Female.
Race:
Elf
Allegiance:
Fey has lived on her own since she was 12 and travels across Algasia fighting against Galbatorix but not among the Varden.
Description:
Fey is about 5’9’’ with long brown hair that rests just below her shoulder blades but is most often held in a ponytail high on her head. Her eyes are a silvery blue and are often hard to read. Her thin but strong frame is adorned with a tight, armor-like green, shirt. The shirt is laced with intricate golden pattern and reaches down to about 4in above her knees. Around the hips on each side, the shirt is split down to its hem with a strong belt around her waist. Her pants are brown and lose fitting around the legs and are adorned with a pocket at the right knee. She caries a bow whose shaft is made of a strong, dark, polished wood and each arrow is of the same make. The arrowheads on the bow however, are made of a crystal- like substance that very closely resembles the wing of a dragonfly. These are special and formed by magic of her own design and allow her to alter the purpose of these arrows with a simple spell. (Ex being able to lace the arrows with poison mid air.)
She also bears a thick black hooded cape that ties at the center with a silver clasp in the shape of a circle with many alterations on it (hard to describe)
With her, travels a small dragon-like creature that's wings span the equivalent of Fey’s arms length. It is an elegant silver with wings and an appearance like a small Saphira. Its name is Kaida, which means “Little dragon”.
Personality:
Fey is very intelligent but often it is hidden behind her lack of ability to think quickly and logically at the same time. She however can me very wise when given time and is very apt at picking up the emotions of others. She is often very positive but when troubled, can sink deep into thought and not speak for days. She is very quick tempered and is strong, a deadly combination.
Fey has little or no tolerance for anyone who would attack someone out of spite and would not hesitate to make her opinion known. She is very in tune with nature so she will often speak very philosophically or in riddles. She has a good heart and good intentions but often her attempts at kindness come off wrong and offensively. She is very social but has spent so much time alone, when she met Kaida, they became so attached it is almost as if they think as one. She is not very trusting very easily and is quick to be judgmental and it takes a lot to change her mind.
History:
Feytarin was born to a small family that lived along the Gaena River in hiding and lived happily so until she was 10 years old. At that time, her mother had foreseen an attack upon her and her family. Quickly, they abandoned their home but, not fast enough. They were soon befallen by several of Galbetorix’s minions and her father, two brothers and sister were killed. Her mother was kidnapped but, before they could kill Feytarin, her mother saved her by sacrificing herself. Feytarin then fled to the city of Ellesmera and lived there for 10 years before setting off on her own. She traveled across Alagasia in search of the men who slaughtered her family. She killed all but one of them, Duza. When she learned of Durza’s demise, she began to resent Eragon for it. She for the past few years has searched for him and finally found him in Ellesmera where she had started. She found his weakened state and vowed that she herself would kill Galbetorix’s himself as her own compensation for not being able to kill Duza. Within the next year, she found Kaida wounded in a forest and they have been traveling together ever since.
Family:
Little is known about Feytarin’s distant family. Her mother was an elf that had been blessed in a similar fashion to the little girl Eragon blessed and possessed the same powers. Her father was a sword smith and her siblings to young to accomplish anything.
Other:
Incredibly skilled in magic
Master of the bow
Gets faint glimmers of the future on rare occasions
Rp sample:
A dark, thin figure glided through the forest with ease like the wind. Her footsteps were barely audible as she crept along behind her prey. An urgle horde lay but a few feet ahead of her. A growl threatened to crawl from her throat as a feeling of disgust at the beasts crept through her veins. Feytarin had been following the small group of urgles for weeks until she found the perfect moment to attack them. Fey was disgusted with the creatures and would do anything to destroy them forever and had spent many days pondering how best to obliterate them in one blow. Now that her chance had come, her blood burned with anticipation and impatience. She watched for hours as they set up camp, gathered water, and lit fires. After the beasts had finished the settled down the only light coming from the fire and the moon which seemed to fight one another for power.
From her back, fey drew a long arrow that's head reflected the moonlight with a silver glow that shone deep in the color reflective veins that seemed to flow through the arrows clear surface. A smile crept across her face as she admired her work and slowly knocked it into her bow. With one swift movement she let the arrow fly and watched it splash into the water supply. She healed her breath praying none herd it, but not a soul moved. With a smile, she whispered under her breath “ethgri zaro’roc.” The water seemed to flash with a light before it dimmed to nothing. Feytarin’s heart began to race, as she knew her words had worked. With another quick breath she whispered again, “gath un reisa du rakr!”
Her heart began to flit with joy as a small steam began to rise from the water, dispersing over the encampment. She quickly covered her mouth with her cape at the color of the mist became apparent. A thick cur ten of black hung luminously over the encampment as the poisoned water filled the air. With haste, Feytarin slid from the encampment and as far away as she could go. She smiled, “The dirty beasts disserved it.”
“Are you sure?” Chimed a sweet melodic voice that seemed as gentle and flowing as water and yet as hard and steadfast as stone. Fey laughed at such a remark “How could they not? They have killed so many and probably were off to kill more!” Anger and frustration seemed to linger in her voice. She stared to the sky watching the silver figure that glided above in the moonlight. It quickly descended to fly around her as she ran. She laughed with joy as she raced with Kaida around her and soon stopped at the edge of the forest, amid a clearing. Kaida settled on her shoulders and wrapped her long tail around her neck gently. The small birdlike creature resembled a mix between a phoenix and a dragon but belonged to nether race. Feytarin patted her head gently as she felt Kaida’s voice ring in her head, “I would guard yourself if I were you.” She chimed. Out of reflex, Fey threw up her arm and cried “Nagz risa!” With a plunk, three arrows fell to the ground before her. Anger surged through her once again, “Who is there?” She snapped.
From the shade, a deep voice laughed. “I might ask you the same.” It mused as the figure slid from the shade…
