Post by Celeste Amaury on Oct 9, 2007 9:38:16 GMT -5
Name:
Celeste Ariadne Amaury.
Nickname:
Cel.
Year # Created:
Year 2, Summer.
Age:
20.
Life Span:
50.
Gender:
Female.
Breed:
Human.
Birth Territory:
Amethyst, City of Tora.
Powers:
"Siren Song;" She has a beautiful singing voice which can be used to lull the unexpecting into a false sense of intrigue.
Appearance:
Celeste doesn't have an appearance that matches her personality. Soft features, hazel eyes & blond hair, her smile is a welcome substitue from her regular words of judgement. She's slender, and of average height, without the sinewy exterior of most sword-wielding warriors.
Personality:
Domineering, cynical & abrasive, Celeste is hard to get along with. She has a sharp tongue and stubborn state of mind that lands her, more often than naught, on the opposite side of acceptance. She prefers solitude to crowded venues.
Background:
Celeste was born in the city of Tora, child of Artegian & Calliech Amaury, middle-class trinket dealers from the Merchant Quarter. A particularily uneventful life, albeit one which was subject to many high-expectations .. she became bored with the prospects of her borne inheritance. She was an adventurer, not a trader.
She began loitering about the Tora militia, milling about near the barracks while the soldiers dealt with day-to-day training. Eventually, in spite of her gender and naturally petite appearance, they allowed her to learn through close-spectating.
When it came time for her to wield a sword of her own, she was suprisingly adept, although had to stick to the shorter/lighter blades.
She abandoned the expectations set upon her, and sought a life of her own, as a mercenary.
Family:
Artegian & Caillech Amaury, parents.
Friends/Acquaintances:
None.
Other:
Sample post:
Night came quickly, an enveloping and blissful darkness that heralded the coming Equinox. Shadows yawned over the horizon, spilling across the silent meadows of Erroterra and into the torchlit corridors of the city. Tall, tawny grass, dancing as if the spirits of the departed lingered just beyond the citadel walls, and leaves milling about in the evening air.
Celeste pulled on Shadowmare's reigns, beckoning her to hasten. The mare was growing nervous .. the tension on Celeste's leading arm increasing with each step towards the midnight sentries. She spoke quietly to her loyal friend, pleading her not to give way to her youthful apprehensions, but recieved nothing but wary tuggings in return.
"Shadow .. please .. calm yourself .." she whispered, placing her hand agains't the creatures shaded face, "we have spent far too long in the absence of civilization."
Celeste Ariadne Amaury.
Nickname:
Cel.
Year # Created:
Year 2, Summer.
Age:
20.
Life Span:
50.
Gender:
Female.
Breed:
Human.
Birth Territory:
Amethyst, City of Tora.
Powers:
"Siren Song;" She has a beautiful singing voice which can be used to lull the unexpecting into a false sense of intrigue.
Appearance:
Celeste doesn't have an appearance that matches her personality. Soft features, hazel eyes & blond hair, her smile is a welcome substitue from her regular words of judgement. She's slender, and of average height, without the sinewy exterior of most sword-wielding warriors.
Personality:
Domineering, cynical & abrasive, Celeste is hard to get along with. She has a sharp tongue and stubborn state of mind that lands her, more often than naught, on the opposite side of acceptance. She prefers solitude to crowded venues.
Background:
Celeste was born in the city of Tora, child of Artegian & Calliech Amaury, middle-class trinket dealers from the Merchant Quarter. A particularily uneventful life, albeit one which was subject to many high-expectations .. she became bored with the prospects of her borne inheritance. She was an adventurer, not a trader.
She began loitering about the Tora militia, milling about near the barracks while the soldiers dealt with day-to-day training. Eventually, in spite of her gender and naturally petite appearance, they allowed her to learn through close-spectating.
When it came time for her to wield a sword of her own, she was suprisingly adept, although had to stick to the shorter/lighter blades.
She abandoned the expectations set upon her, and sought a life of her own, as a mercenary.
Family:
Artegian & Caillech Amaury, parents.
Friends/Acquaintances:
None.
Other:
Sample post:
Night came quickly, an enveloping and blissful darkness that heralded the coming Equinox. Shadows yawned over the horizon, spilling across the silent meadows of Erroterra and into the torchlit corridors of the city. Tall, tawny grass, dancing as if the spirits of the departed lingered just beyond the citadel walls, and leaves milling about in the evening air.
Celeste pulled on Shadowmare's reigns, beckoning her to hasten. The mare was growing nervous .. the tension on Celeste's leading arm increasing with each step towards the midnight sentries. She spoke quietly to her loyal friend, pleading her not to give way to her youthful apprehensions, but recieved nothing but wary tuggings in return.
"Shadow .. please .. calm yourself .." she whispered, placing her hand agains't the creatures shaded face, "we have spent far too long in the absence of civilization."
