Post by Aerin on Jun 3, 2009 21:08:55 GMT 5.5
Name: Aerin Anu Tuit’alu
Age: Being an Elf she ages significantly slower than humans, and though she appears to be a late teenager, she is infact roughly 95 years old.
Race: Elf
Profession: Mercenary
Alignment: Highest Bidder
Appearance: Long lean and slender. Tall imposing frame, but very slight in build. Seems to glide over the earth, and is commonly seen wearing a faded green dress with a golden cynch around her waist. Her inhumanly beautiful eyes trap all who gaze into their depths and she steals the hearts of all who look upon her.
Height: 5' 8.8"
Weight: Incredibly light for her height. Her slender muscled frame weighing very little...*exact weight unknown*
Hair color: Deep Blue
Eye color: Intense silver flecked with deeper green-blue than the very depths of the sea, but hiding more darkness and evil than the deaths the ocean's merciless waves cause...
Aerin was once beautiful: A set of small, pointed ears were perched upon a noble head, with liquid gray eyes a small space below. Her nose was small, button-like, and narrow, making her jaw appear much more confined that it really was. Following the smooth line of neck, more graceful an arc than a very swan, was her chest and torso, rippling with muscle and sinew beneath the ivory skin. Her long locks were once glossy and full of vigor, unmarked by the hostility of the world. Dyed a rich, ocean blue they gleamed with the glow of the sun, and the subtle tints meshed perfectly. All her limbs were small and elongated but sturdy, the bones strong and able to resist all elements. Aerin had been gifted with brawn, beauty, brains, and she made sure that the others were never to forget.
When tragedy struck and she was forced to fight for her life, Aerin's appearance was permanently changed. Her noble head was reduced to a fragile skull, silver eyes reflecting the cruelty and hate the world had thrust upon her. Her petit features were left scarred in places. The rest of her body was covered with deep bruises, and her hair had lost all luster. Her defined body lost much muscle and tone, reducing her to a tattered skeleton with ribs that were always visible. Unable to accept her fall from glory, Aerin began to change, the sights she had seen doing unpleasant things to her mind. She fled her old life, and the strength of the memories there, but even as her appearance returned her mind did not. An air of malevolence and rage soon began to radiate from her, hands stained with the blood of many. Present day Aerin looks evil and violent, the darkly edgy look in her eye warding off all others that would think to approach her.
Personality: Aerin has always had a diverse range of personality traits, before and after the attack. However out of all the personality traits she has at one time possessed, kindness, concern, and compassion were not among them. As a child Aerin had been arrogant and controlling, bending anyone she could to her will. The populace thought nothing of it and was often only irritated, wishing that the mother would get better control over her child. When Aerin's mother did nothing the young girl soon grew spoiled, perfecting the art of always getting her way. As she became older and stronger she found quickly how to dominate those around her, and reveled in her newfound power. Growing up without a higher authority had tainted Aerin into thinking none were above her, which was the first step into creating a monster.
As she matured nothing changed, except for the beauty she eventually acquired. With strength and looks she became haughty and flamboyant, deciding that everything belonged to her. She enjoyed being conceited and self-aware, and the only thing she really loved in the world was herself. However the hatred she instilled in the other elves' hearts caused them to gloat and tease her after the attack, seeking revenge when she was in her weakened state. The guilt they felt every now and then was dismissed, declaring that the fate that befell Aerin was fair. When she had gone through the transformation she became someone entirely different, shrinking into a world of darkness that none could pull her out of; not that anyone tried. The once beautiful royal became morbid and withdrawn, never talking to others. They became suspicious and wary, staying away from the princess with such crazed, eerie eyes. Soon enough none dared to talk to her much less make fun, and any weird deaths or strange happenings were blamed on the haunted female.
Aerin fled from the land before a week had passed post-incident, consumed with misery. From the day she had been self-banished, Aerin has been slowly twisting into a malicious killer, living for nothing but the taste of blood – her brethren’s blood the sweetest of all.
Weapons/Magic: Weapons: Elven Bow & Quiver (of the finest quality, available only to elven royalty). The bow is carved with runes in the language of her homeland. 12 Silver throwing daggers.
Magic: Master of White arts, formally trained in all aspects of such. Has a natural tendency toward Dark arts, never been trained in such, but exercises the abilities of her own will and is getting quite proficient.
History: Aerin Tuit’alu was born in the remote elven lands of Lleingas, born privileged, royalty. A Princess. She was hand-raised on only the finest; the most desirable foods, clothes, teachers. Everything perfect. She was the prize of the land – the jewel, the pendant, the pride and joy. She was nurtured, yet grew spoiled. She grew up ambitious, beautiful, and ruthless. Haughty in her ability to have whatever she wanted – or to take whatever she could. Her cunning and agility in her youth is unmatched by many adults, but she abused her gifts.
Her parents had a second child, a boy, and he was to take her throne. She would have none of this.
She has the upper hand in the fight almost immediately, on the verge of accepting her brother’s defeat, or killing him, when it happened. Apparently the people weren’t fond of her constant flaunting; proving again and again superiority in appearance, speed, intellect, anything she could beat someone at she would – shoving it in their faces. Aerin thought she was invincible, and her cockiness nearly destroyed her.
The people who, naturally, had been watching the battle over supremacy turned on Aerin. Not willing to accept her as Queen, consumed by their fear and hatred, they did one of the most dishonorable things an elf can do; interfered in one-on-one combat. They lunged at her, in such numbers she had no hope of winning. She scored little damage before succumbing to the white-hot-blindliness of pain. They beat her senseless, taking out their years of frustration, and left her with scars even time would never heal. She was saved by her parents, who though old had enough authority and power to stop the mob.
She lived, but with such a burden of shame and betrayal as she could no longer coexist with her kind. Stealing a horse, provisions, the finest weapons, and fleeing into the night without so much as a letter of goodbye to her parents, Aerin left that life – that world – behind. She was a master with both blade and bow, due to only the finest training as a child, and was quite gifted in both white and dark magic though she’d had no formal training in the latter.
Aerin survived, hunted, found work here and there, never settling and always nomadically on the move. If she’s not on a mission she’s travelling, never letting her past catch up with her. She has grown insanely wrathful and ruthless. She has fed her anger and it consumes her. Again and again she wakens from nightmares recalling that pivotal day in her past, livid.
She is a terrifying sight, the very epitome of an archangel, many assuming her to be one of Mortia’s minions due to her aura of evil and her devastating beauty. For she is still of royally extravagant appearance, despite the scars that reflect the cruelty of her past world. She still maintains the grace to make a ballerina weep in envy, the beauty that seems to be beyond even an angel. And the scars compliment this rugged and defiant splendor, her metal eyes revealing her inner demons, her inner power, multiply her allure tenfold.
Yet who would dare to speak to such a despisable beast – glorious to look at – but to exchange words might insinuate familiarity. She is cursed, no damned, to live out the rest of her life as naught but a figure of hatred. As an agent of chaos, selling her fatal services to the highest bidder. She is a mercenary for hire, and she cannot be stopped in her endless nomadical travellings.
Because who can look past the exterior; that is, if she really is a ‘diamond in the rough’. Is her inside really any more beautiful than her out? Or is this a fitting existence?
It's all in the Past
Bloodlines: Hodgepodge of Filth --->
Some Grandfather - Some grandfather
|
Lockneu - Daddy dearest
|
Aerin - The lovable antagonist herself
FAMILY: The wretched dysfunctional extraordinaire --->
Father:
Lockneu Meridious Tuit’alu – (Status: Unknown - preferably dead but it’s only a hope.)
Mother:
Kaire Rilovun Tuit’alu – (Status: Unknown and uncared about.)
Siblings:
Lannon Meridious Tuit’alu - Brother / As the true heir he inherited his father’s middle name . (Status: It’d be like him to keep living simply to spite our dear Aerin.)
Kaos Grey Tuit’alu - An unfortunate brother, born and passed before Aerin’s time (Status: Deader than a bad sense of humor.)
Name: Formal Attire
Age: 5 years
Race: Equine (Horse)
Gender: Mare
Appearance: Silvery grulla coat. Long darkly brown mane that extends to the middle of her shoulder. Has black socks halfway up all four legs. Black maw. Straight profile. Intense and intelligent chocolate eyes. Delicate, fluted ears. Well-muscled and with long eloquent legs. 16 hands.
Personality: Charismatic. Quirky. Tempermental. Fear of snakes.
History: dam: Dreaming in Contrast X sire: Velvet Enigma
Was stolen from the stables by Aerin, has been travelling ever since.
Age: Being an Elf she ages significantly slower than humans, and though she appears to be a late teenager, she is infact roughly 95 years old.
Race: Elf
Profession: Mercenary
Alignment: Highest Bidder
Appearance: Long lean and slender. Tall imposing frame, but very slight in build. Seems to glide over the earth, and is commonly seen wearing a faded green dress with a golden cynch around her waist. Her inhumanly beautiful eyes trap all who gaze into their depths and she steals the hearts of all who look upon her.
Blank facade has no meaning, shimmering pools show no fear. insolence can send her seething, her weapons won't hold you dear. Feminine size is not deceiving, The elf's intentions are quite clear. Auds as delicately pointed as butterfly's curves...but this is all that one will hear...
Height: 5' 8.8"
Weight: Incredibly light for her height. Her slender muscled frame weighing very little...*exact weight unknown*
Hair color: Deep Blue
Eye color: Intense silver flecked with deeper green-blue than the very depths of the sea, but hiding more darkness and evil than the deaths the ocean's merciless waves cause...
Aerin was once beautiful: A set of small, pointed ears were perched upon a noble head, with liquid gray eyes a small space below. Her nose was small, button-like, and narrow, making her jaw appear much more confined that it really was. Following the smooth line of neck, more graceful an arc than a very swan, was her chest and torso, rippling with muscle and sinew beneath the ivory skin. Her long locks were once glossy and full of vigor, unmarked by the hostility of the world. Dyed a rich, ocean blue they gleamed with the glow of the sun, and the subtle tints meshed perfectly. All her limbs were small and elongated but sturdy, the bones strong and able to resist all elements. Aerin had been gifted with brawn, beauty, brains, and she made sure that the others were never to forget.
When tragedy struck and she was forced to fight for her life, Aerin's appearance was permanently changed. Her noble head was reduced to a fragile skull, silver eyes reflecting the cruelty and hate the world had thrust upon her. Her petit features were left scarred in places. The rest of her body was covered with deep bruises, and her hair had lost all luster. Her defined body lost much muscle and tone, reducing her to a tattered skeleton with ribs that were always visible. Unable to accept her fall from glory, Aerin began to change, the sights she had seen doing unpleasant things to her mind. She fled her old life, and the strength of the memories there, but even as her appearance returned her mind did not. An air of malevolence and rage soon began to radiate from her, hands stained with the blood of many. Present day Aerin looks evil and violent, the darkly edgy look in her eye warding off all others that would think to approach her.
Personality: Aerin has always had a diverse range of personality traits, before and after the attack. However out of all the personality traits she has at one time possessed, kindness, concern, and compassion were not among them. As a child Aerin had been arrogant and controlling, bending anyone she could to her will. The populace thought nothing of it and was often only irritated, wishing that the mother would get better control over her child. When Aerin's mother did nothing the young girl soon grew spoiled, perfecting the art of always getting her way. As she became older and stronger she found quickly how to dominate those around her, and reveled in her newfound power. Growing up without a higher authority had tainted Aerin into thinking none were above her, which was the first step into creating a monster.
As she matured nothing changed, except for the beauty she eventually acquired. With strength and looks she became haughty and flamboyant, deciding that everything belonged to her. She enjoyed being conceited and self-aware, and the only thing she really loved in the world was herself. However the hatred she instilled in the other elves' hearts caused them to gloat and tease her after the attack, seeking revenge when she was in her weakened state. The guilt they felt every now and then was dismissed, declaring that the fate that befell Aerin was fair. When she had gone through the transformation she became someone entirely different, shrinking into a world of darkness that none could pull her out of; not that anyone tried. The once beautiful royal became morbid and withdrawn, never talking to others. They became suspicious and wary, staying away from the princess with such crazed, eerie eyes. Soon enough none dared to talk to her much less make fun, and any weird deaths or strange happenings were blamed on the haunted female.
Aerin fled from the land before a week had passed post-incident, consumed with misery. From the day she had been self-banished, Aerin has been slowly twisting into a malicious killer, living for nothing but the taste of blood – her brethren’s blood the sweetest of all.
Weapons/Magic: Weapons: Elven Bow & Quiver (of the finest quality, available only to elven royalty). The bow is carved with runes in the language of her homeland. 12 Silver throwing daggers.
Magic: Master of White arts, formally trained in all aspects of such. Has a natural tendency toward Dark arts, never been trained in such, but exercises the abilities of her own will and is getting quite proficient.
History: Aerin Tuit’alu was born in the remote elven lands of Lleingas, born privileged, royalty. A Princess. She was hand-raised on only the finest; the most desirable foods, clothes, teachers. Everything perfect. She was the prize of the land – the jewel, the pendant, the pride and joy. She was nurtured, yet grew spoiled. She grew up ambitious, beautiful, and ruthless. Haughty in her ability to have whatever she wanted – or to take whatever she could. Her cunning and agility in her youth is unmatched by many adults, but she abused her gifts.
Her parents had a second child, a boy, and he was to take her throne. She would have none of this.
She has the upper hand in the fight almost immediately, on the verge of accepting her brother’s defeat, or killing him, when it happened. Apparently the people weren’t fond of her constant flaunting; proving again and again superiority in appearance, speed, intellect, anything she could beat someone at she would – shoving it in their faces. Aerin thought she was invincible, and her cockiness nearly destroyed her.
The people who, naturally, had been watching the battle over supremacy turned on Aerin. Not willing to accept her as Queen, consumed by their fear and hatred, they did one of the most dishonorable things an elf can do; interfered in one-on-one combat. They lunged at her, in such numbers she had no hope of winning. She scored little damage before succumbing to the white-hot-blindliness of pain. They beat her senseless, taking out their years of frustration, and left her with scars even time would never heal. She was saved by her parents, who though old had enough authority and power to stop the mob.
She lived, but with such a burden of shame and betrayal as she could no longer coexist with her kind. Stealing a horse, provisions, the finest weapons, and fleeing into the night without so much as a letter of goodbye to her parents, Aerin left that life – that world – behind. She was a master with both blade and bow, due to only the finest training as a child, and was quite gifted in both white and dark magic though she’d had no formal training in the latter.
Aerin survived, hunted, found work here and there, never settling and always nomadically on the move. If she’s not on a mission she’s travelling, never letting her past catch up with her. She has grown insanely wrathful and ruthless. She has fed her anger and it consumes her. Again and again she wakens from nightmares recalling that pivotal day in her past, livid.
She is a terrifying sight, the very epitome of an archangel, many assuming her to be one of Mortia’s minions due to her aura of evil and her devastating beauty. For she is still of royally extravagant appearance, despite the scars that reflect the cruelty of her past world. She still maintains the grace to make a ballerina weep in envy, the beauty that seems to be beyond even an angel. And the scars compliment this rugged and defiant splendor, her metal eyes revealing her inner demons, her inner power, multiply her allure tenfold.
Yet who would dare to speak to such a despisable beast – glorious to look at – but to exchange words might insinuate familiarity. She is cursed, no damned, to live out the rest of her life as naught but a figure of hatred. As an agent of chaos, selling her fatal services to the highest bidder. She is a mercenary for hire, and she cannot be stopped in her endless nomadical travellings.
Because who can look past the exterior; that is, if she really is a ‘diamond in the rough’. Is her inside really any more beautiful than her out? Or is this a fitting existence?
It's all in the Past
Bloodlines: Hodgepodge of Filth --->
Some Grandfather - Some grandfather
|
Lockneu - Daddy dearest
|
Aerin - The lovable antagonist herself
FAMILY: The wretched dysfunctional extraordinaire --->
Father:
Lockneu Meridious Tuit’alu – (Status: Unknown - preferably dead but it’s only a hope.)
Mother:
Kaire Rilovun Tuit’alu – (Status: Unknown and uncared about.)
Siblings:
Lannon Meridious Tuit’alu - Brother / As the true heir he inherited his father’s middle name . (Status: It’d be like him to keep living simply to spite our dear Aerin.)
Kaos Grey Tuit’alu - An unfortunate brother, born and passed before Aerin’s time (Status: Deader than a bad sense of humor.)
Name: Formal Attire
Age: 5 years
Race: Equine (Horse)
Gender: Mare
Appearance: Silvery grulla coat. Long darkly brown mane that extends to the middle of her shoulder. Has black socks halfway up all four legs. Black maw. Straight profile. Intense and intelligent chocolate eyes. Delicate, fluted ears. Well-muscled and with long eloquent legs. 16 hands.
Personality: Charismatic. Quirky. Tempermental. Fear of snakes.
History: dam: Dreaming in Contrast X sire: Velvet Enigma
Was stolen from the stables by Aerin, has been travelling ever since.
