Post by Elannryia Dueval de Cruor on Jan 11, 2007 0:25:37 GMT
ABOUT YOU
[/b][/center]Your Name/Alias: --- Avril, Bov, Av
Age: --- 17, almost 18
Time Zone: --- Greenwich Mean Time (+0)
How much your online: --- every day.
Contact: --- AIM: EffingMeLoDrAmA
How long have you been roleplaying? --- just started!
Your Character
GENERAL
Name: --- Elannryia Krishtine Dueval de Cruor
Age: --- appears 17, but is really 110
Race: --- the ONLY Vampira
Duties: --- completing her father's legendary task
Class: --- Warrior-sorceress
LOOKS
Eyes Colour: --- icy grey
Hair Colour: --- raven black
Skin Tone: --- very pale
Height/Weight: --- 5' 11", 119lbs
Overall: --- Elannryia is not your typical female, to say the least. You'll most likely find her in jeans, comfortable shoes, and a tank top or t-shirt. She ALWAYS has a pair of fingerless fishnet gloves on, and her wrists are adorned with many bangles. Black, red, and silver are this girl's dreams, pink, white, baby blue are her nightmares. She's somewhat gothic, though she prefers the label "punk-emo". Her skin is pale, and she has a flawlessly perfect, ultrawhite smile, and yes, she indeed has fangs. She has long hair, and it is ebony black. It is ramrod straight, except for the ends, which are gracefully, yet lightly curled. Her cold, ice-grey eyes are sharp enough to see for miles, and she can tell anyone's name, just by their face.
Elan stands at around 5'10", tall for a human girl, but as previously mentioned, she is not human. She has a very athletic build, and it is better than any human female's. When she feels secretive, she adorns a long, black cloak with her "symbol" on it.
Now, as for distinguishing marks, Elannryia has many, but I will include the more important ones. One the side of her neck, towards the back, there is a "bite mark" This occurred when she had a brush with an Griffon. Next to that, at the back of her neck, and also on her collarbone, is her "symbol". The symbol is a sword and a mage's staff crossed with snakes winding around both. This is to ensure she doesn't forget her lineage. Her next marks are where wings WOULD be, but she has none, along with a few scars, and a few tattoos. There is a Latin phrase on the back of her shoulder blade, and a small cross on her left collar.
PERSONALITY
[/b][/center]Likes:
- Fighting
- Magic
- Her traveling companion, a silver wolf named Sphyx,
- Writing
Dislikes:
- The Gods' laws at times
- suck-ups
- murderers
- armies
- being alone
- candlelight
Hobbies:
- Traveling
- writing
- studying the history of her race
Fears: --- being alone
Overal Personality --- Elan is one of the more kindly vampira out there to date. She is honest, trustworthy, friendly, generous, and caring. She hates it when people hurt others for the hell of it, and she hates it when people cry. She tries to help as much as she can, but sometimes, she's just a little too late
She hates arguments and yelling, along with candlelight. It scares her because of her unpleasant past. She hides how she really feels, and tends to force herself to be calm about certain situations
HISTORY
[/u][/center]Birthplace: --- Tek'nicro, Black Realm, Acroshtka
Birth Time: --- 5:55 A.M, April 18th, 1896
Parents: --- Christian Dueval de Cruor and Gianna Marceal de Vispilio
Siblings: --- none that she knows of.
Overall History: --- Elannryia Krishtine Dueval de Cruor was born April 18th, 1896 in Tek'nicro, in the Black Realm of Acroshtka. She speaks fluent English and Latianne, and can catch onto the languages of the other races rather quickly, and she was born under Christian Dueval de Cruor and Gianna Marceal de Vispilio. At age 7, she was locked in a darkened room, given only a candle, and a plethora of spellbooks, and was locked in there for 14 years. She is highly advance in magic, and she is EXCELLENT with a sword. Unlike both of her parents, this girl is a completely DIFFERENT race than either of her parents. Elannryia is the last remaining member of the Vampira, after the Gods massacred the rest of them, and their cousins. She was favoured by a few Gods and Goddesses, because she did nothing to anger them.
Now it's up to Elannryia to unite the remaining races. Can she?
Now, Elan travels abroad, pretending not to know English in order to divert attention from her slik-like voice. She travels with her wolf, Sphynx, but other than that, she's alone. Always.
EXTRA
[/b][/center]Extra:(weapons used, relationship status, etc.)
Weapons: Elannryia wields a silver-bladed, white gold handled sword. The blade bears the same Latin phrase as her shoulder, and the hilt bears her symbol. Elannryia also uses her magic to an extent. Since she is a sorceress, she focuses on the following elements:
- fire
- ice
- lightning
- water
Special Techniques/Magic:
- Triple Threat: uses her blade, a fist, and a powerful spell. uses this only against extremely tough enemies
- Healing: cures any and all damage received in battle
- Roll
- Aradnea: A technique handed down to her by her father
- a boatload of magic
Years Practiced: 103 years, the reason for this being she was locked in a darkened room at age 7, given only a candle and spellbooks. she had no choice.
Roleplay Sample: --- Permissum cruor spill , mollis quod putus. Vigilo certantibus flee. Servo veritas moestitia dico. Tutus ut vestri iam niger cruor
As Elannryia recited the inscription on her shoulder blade, she thought. She looked out over the valley that the small town of Hiroshikar, nestled in the Brazon Valley. She sighed, her raven black hair billowing around her 5'11" frame. She cursed at the amount of blood that covered the grounds of the once green plains, and sighed.
'Well, I guess it's up to me now, right Sphynx?" The girl turned to her wolf, who bowed her head in acknowledgement. She straightened, pulled her black cloak around her, before walking down the hill into the town. People, daemons, faeries and the like turned and looked at her, gasping slightly before turning away. Elan understood why. As she was favoured by a few Gods and Goddesses, races were afraid she'd massacre them if they dared to speak to her. Finally, Elan gew annoyed.
She walked up to a young human, and asked calmly and gently, "Excuse me, but do you know where I could find Kurron?"
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