Post by Shiningami on Nov 11, 2007 20:18:00 GMT -8
Name:
Elyse "Seputus" Verum
Race:
Elf
Alliance:
Vagrant
Gender:
Female
Age:
Elyse appears to be around the age of 20
Powers:
As an Elf, Elyse has no real powers so to speak. She posseses no magic, no inate forces, no ties to the land, no familiars of the sort...nothing. Elves hate magic, and as such, she contains not a drop of it. However, she makes up with it with her brilliance with a sword and her sharp tongue. Many elves are extremely skilled with weapons, and Elyse is no exception. She has mastered the art of the thinsword and swords like it, her forte being quick combat over heavy combat. Elyse is very light on her feet and has been known to dance circles around enemies before ending their lives with one precise strike. Her combat style has, many times, been compared to a grim yet beautiful dance. Being an elf does not mean she is only good at weapon weilding; Elyse is a very skilled tracker and has amazing survival skills. She can adapt to many environmental changes, and find a way to survive.
Weapon:
A refined sabre of elegant design.
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Appearance:
As an elf, Elyse is of a slim build. Her limbs are long and graceful, her face gently tapered and noble looking. Her hair is silken smooth, dark brown in colour, and cropped short to frame her beautiful face. Elyse's choice of clothing is, like most elves, noble looking. Around her unblemished forehead is a headband of white, matching her white tunic, gloves, and boots. Her boots reach to her thighs, and her gloves reach up her arms to her elbows. As a warrior, Elyse wears armour around her chest and shoulders, her wrists and knuckles, and her ankles. A deep purple belt is slung about her waist which carries her trusted sabre. Billowing out behind her is an equally deep purple hued cape, only improving that sense of regality about her.
Place of Birth:
A small village off of Kalishio
History:
Elyse is, in a sense, not like other elves. Most elves of the world believe firmly in the cause of war to either protect themselves, or to prove themselves. Elyse as she is now, is not concerned with either. She did not always act like this though. When she was young, she was like every other elf--young, eager to prove herself, and training hard. She was quiet, dedicated, hard-working, but anti-social. Even as a young child, she had no real friends to call her own. She was an idealist at heart, naive and trusting, which in hindsight is not a good combination when one is anti-social; She believed in the goodness of people, yet not herself. She didn't trust herself around others, afraid that she might hurt them or they might hurt her. Other's saw this as her being cold, as she often hid this fact. She aspired to one day join the military that the elves had successfully built up; it was her dream to help her people win their freedom against the force threatening them. However, when she was very young, something tragic happened that turned her life around.
When Elyse was still a child she was with a group of kids who were training by the riverbank. It was winter, and they were all dressed warmly. The harsh winter winds and blinding snow was not enough to stop them from training, for in her small village, it was almost as if every child aspired to someday grow up to defend their homeland. Elyse was no different. Of all the children, she was the hardest worker. Day in and day out once her chores were finished, she would train away, sometimes late into the night. By this time, she was noted as the best swordsman in the village, and was praised for it because she was more skilled than most of the males. She could swordfight with the adults and actually defend herself. This day, she was training with kids about her age and older. Each had their weapon, and each of them had broken off into pairs to spar. Elyse had been paired with a slightly larger male who had just picked up the sword. Kindly she began teaching him everything she knew. However, mother nature became angry that the children were not frightened by her winter's wrath. Without warning, a cold wind picked up, blining them with snow. Most children dropped to the ground to wait out the gust, but Elyse and the boy were locked sword to sword. The boy stumbled, knocking into Elyse. Elyse, who was usually light on her feet, was caught unaware, and stumbled backwards.
Right onto, and eventually into, the frozen river. The gust continued, and the others were unaware of Elyse's unfortunate situation. She called out, but soon stopped as she realized they could not hear her. She was quickly frozen to the bone, desperately waiting for the storm of snow to end. It seemed like ages, ages and ages that sapped away at her strength and conciousness. Despite her best efforts, she could not seem to get herself from the frozen reaches of the river. As if sensing the dying child's conscious mind slipping away, she gently allowed the snow to stop, returning the word to how it had been a short while before. Upon realizing that Elyse was not among them when they rose, the others searched for her and, quickly, found what had happened. They linked arms and quickly hoisted her out of the freezing clutches of death, but by this time, she was already unconcious, shivering, and barely breathing; her flesh was pale blue, her lips slightly purple. If one didn't know better, she might have been a corpse. Shocked, the children ran back to the village, carrying Elyse with them.
Elyse awoke a week later, laying in bed, and lucky to be alive. Upon opening her eyes....she saw nothing. Nothing but blackness. Where was she? She heard voices around her, and realized that people were at her bedside...it all came back to her in a rush. The river... the winter! She shot upright in bed, but her mother quickly and gently layed her back down again. When asked what was wrong, Elyse asked someone to light a lamp or something so that she could see them all. The silence that followed scared Elyse, and that was not something easy to accomplish. When she asked, more firmly this time, for someone to light a lamp, her mother began to cry gently. She was told that it was bright as day in the room, and Elyse's blood ran cold. It was bright in the room, yet all she could see was pure darkness....she was blind. The healer of the village softly explained to her that after she had been pulled from the river, she had been at death's doorsteps; for the next week they had been fighting to keep her alive. She had finally stabalized, but had been very sick. The sickness, the shock of it all....it had taken her sight. The healer was uncertain of the effects were permanent, and made no promises.
It took a while for Elyse to adjust. Her sight did not return to her, and so she had to learn to adapt. She learned to navigate, to eat, to wash, to sleep, to use the bathroom, to converse, to do chores....and to fight, all without her sight. She trained doubley hard now with the sword, relying on her other senses. Even without her vision, she was still the best swordsman in the village. Years past, her training improving her abilities every day. She had little problems without her sight, but she always overcame, still dreaming of growing up to defend her homeland. Soon, the day came were she finally came of age, where she could finally make her dream come true.
All of it was torn away in seconds. On the day of recruitment, Elyse was turned down because she was blind. Numbly, Elyse stared unseeingly at the recruiter. All these years she had been training, had beaten so many people who could still see...and yet, they denied her. All her years of hard work, of blood, sweat, and tears... and it was all for nothing, just like that. She could match, and in many cases, outclass a soldier who could see, using her other senses effectively. It wasn't good enough, however. Perhaps they were worried that a blind woman would slow them down...
No one is really sure what happened to Elyse after that. The village recieved news that Elyse had been rejected, but she never did come back to the village. Some think that she's out fighting her own battles agains the invading forces, taking them down one by one. Others claim that she's simply wandering around, too ashamed to face anyone anymore. A third party believes that, without being able to join the army of the Elves, Elyse ended her life, as it had no meaning left to it. All of these are theories, but no one really knows for sure. No one except Elyse, of course.
Likes:
Unknown
Dislikes:
Most everything
Personality:
As a young woman, Elyse was kind and loyal. She was naive and trusting, but she was a loyal friend with a heart of true gold. After her experiences, life had left a bitter taste in her mouth, and her attitude soon spoiled. Elyse, as she is now, is a cold hearted woman who cynically keeps to herself. Gone are the days where she trusted in the hearts of others. Gone are the days where singing birds would make her smile. All that is left is a hole in her heart. Rejected by every ideal she once believed in, she now wanders, a vagrant and a mercinary, doing whatever suits her fancy. No one has really tried approaching Elyse due to her cold nature; simply looking at her is sure to give you a chill down your spine.
Elyse "Seputus" Verum
Race:
Elf
Alliance:
Vagrant
Gender:
Female
Age:
Elyse appears to be around the age of 20
Powers:
As an Elf, Elyse has no real powers so to speak. She posseses no magic, no inate forces, no ties to the land, no familiars of the sort...nothing. Elves hate magic, and as such, she contains not a drop of it. However, she makes up with it with her brilliance with a sword and her sharp tongue. Many elves are extremely skilled with weapons, and Elyse is no exception. She has mastered the art of the thinsword and swords like it, her forte being quick combat over heavy combat. Elyse is very light on her feet and has been known to dance circles around enemies before ending their lives with one precise strike. Her combat style has, many times, been compared to a grim yet beautiful dance. Being an elf does not mean she is only good at weapon weilding; Elyse is a very skilled tracker and has amazing survival skills. She can adapt to many environmental changes, and find a way to survive.
Weapon:
A refined sabre of elegant design.
i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff171/Romansage/vic_hc1.jpg
i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff171/Romansage/vic_hc2.jpg
i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff171/Romansage/vic_hc4.jpg
Appearance:
As an elf, Elyse is of a slim build. Her limbs are long and graceful, her face gently tapered and noble looking. Her hair is silken smooth, dark brown in colour, and cropped short to frame her beautiful face. Elyse's choice of clothing is, like most elves, noble looking. Around her unblemished forehead is a headband of white, matching her white tunic, gloves, and boots. Her boots reach to her thighs, and her gloves reach up her arms to her elbows. As a warrior, Elyse wears armour around her chest and shoulders, her wrists and knuckles, and her ankles. A deep purple belt is slung about her waist which carries her trusted sabre. Billowing out behind her is an equally deep purple hued cape, only improving that sense of regality about her.
Place of Birth:
A small village off of Kalishio
History:
Elyse is, in a sense, not like other elves. Most elves of the world believe firmly in the cause of war to either protect themselves, or to prove themselves. Elyse as she is now, is not concerned with either. She did not always act like this though. When she was young, she was like every other elf--young, eager to prove herself, and training hard. She was quiet, dedicated, hard-working, but anti-social. Even as a young child, she had no real friends to call her own. She was an idealist at heart, naive and trusting, which in hindsight is not a good combination when one is anti-social; She believed in the goodness of people, yet not herself. She didn't trust herself around others, afraid that she might hurt them or they might hurt her. Other's saw this as her being cold, as she often hid this fact. She aspired to one day join the military that the elves had successfully built up; it was her dream to help her people win their freedom against the force threatening them. However, when she was very young, something tragic happened that turned her life around.
When Elyse was still a child she was with a group of kids who were training by the riverbank. It was winter, and they were all dressed warmly. The harsh winter winds and blinding snow was not enough to stop them from training, for in her small village, it was almost as if every child aspired to someday grow up to defend their homeland. Elyse was no different. Of all the children, she was the hardest worker. Day in and day out once her chores were finished, she would train away, sometimes late into the night. By this time, she was noted as the best swordsman in the village, and was praised for it because she was more skilled than most of the males. She could swordfight with the adults and actually defend herself. This day, she was training with kids about her age and older. Each had their weapon, and each of them had broken off into pairs to spar. Elyse had been paired with a slightly larger male who had just picked up the sword. Kindly she began teaching him everything she knew. However, mother nature became angry that the children were not frightened by her winter's wrath. Without warning, a cold wind picked up, blining them with snow. Most children dropped to the ground to wait out the gust, but Elyse and the boy were locked sword to sword. The boy stumbled, knocking into Elyse. Elyse, who was usually light on her feet, was caught unaware, and stumbled backwards.
Right onto, and eventually into, the frozen river. The gust continued, and the others were unaware of Elyse's unfortunate situation. She called out, but soon stopped as she realized they could not hear her. She was quickly frozen to the bone, desperately waiting for the storm of snow to end. It seemed like ages, ages and ages that sapped away at her strength and conciousness. Despite her best efforts, she could not seem to get herself from the frozen reaches of the river. As if sensing the dying child's conscious mind slipping away, she gently allowed the snow to stop, returning the word to how it had been a short while before. Upon realizing that Elyse was not among them when they rose, the others searched for her and, quickly, found what had happened. They linked arms and quickly hoisted her out of the freezing clutches of death, but by this time, she was already unconcious, shivering, and barely breathing; her flesh was pale blue, her lips slightly purple. If one didn't know better, she might have been a corpse. Shocked, the children ran back to the village, carrying Elyse with them.
Elyse awoke a week later, laying in bed, and lucky to be alive. Upon opening her eyes....she saw nothing. Nothing but blackness. Where was she? She heard voices around her, and realized that people were at her bedside...it all came back to her in a rush. The river... the winter! She shot upright in bed, but her mother quickly and gently layed her back down again. When asked what was wrong, Elyse asked someone to light a lamp or something so that she could see them all. The silence that followed scared Elyse, and that was not something easy to accomplish. When she asked, more firmly this time, for someone to light a lamp, her mother began to cry gently. She was told that it was bright as day in the room, and Elyse's blood ran cold. It was bright in the room, yet all she could see was pure darkness....she was blind. The healer of the village softly explained to her that after she had been pulled from the river, she had been at death's doorsteps; for the next week they had been fighting to keep her alive. She had finally stabalized, but had been very sick. The sickness, the shock of it all....it had taken her sight. The healer was uncertain of the effects were permanent, and made no promises.
It took a while for Elyse to adjust. Her sight did not return to her, and so she had to learn to adapt. She learned to navigate, to eat, to wash, to sleep, to use the bathroom, to converse, to do chores....and to fight, all without her sight. She trained doubley hard now with the sword, relying on her other senses. Even without her vision, she was still the best swordsman in the village. Years past, her training improving her abilities every day. She had little problems without her sight, but she always overcame, still dreaming of growing up to defend her homeland. Soon, the day came were she finally came of age, where she could finally make her dream come true.
All of it was torn away in seconds. On the day of recruitment, Elyse was turned down because she was blind. Numbly, Elyse stared unseeingly at the recruiter. All these years she had been training, had beaten so many people who could still see...and yet, they denied her. All her years of hard work, of blood, sweat, and tears... and it was all for nothing, just like that. She could match, and in many cases, outclass a soldier who could see, using her other senses effectively. It wasn't good enough, however. Perhaps they were worried that a blind woman would slow them down...
No one is really sure what happened to Elyse after that. The village recieved news that Elyse had been rejected, but she never did come back to the village. Some think that she's out fighting her own battles agains the invading forces, taking them down one by one. Others claim that she's simply wandering around, too ashamed to face anyone anymore. A third party believes that, without being able to join the army of the Elves, Elyse ended her life, as it had no meaning left to it. All of these are theories, but no one really knows for sure. No one except Elyse, of course.
Likes:
Unknown
Dislikes:
Most everything
Personality:
As a young woman, Elyse was kind and loyal. She was naive and trusting, but she was a loyal friend with a heart of true gold. After her experiences, life had left a bitter taste in her mouth, and her attitude soon spoiled. Elyse, as she is now, is a cold hearted woman who cynically keeps to herself. Gone are the days where she trusted in the hearts of others. Gone are the days where singing birds would make her smile. All that is left is a hole in her heart. Rejected by every ideal she once believed in, she now wanders, a vagrant and a mercinary, doing whatever suits her fancy. No one has really tried approaching Elyse due to her cold nature; simply looking at her is sure to give you a chill down your spine.
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