Post by Lúthien Elensar on Oct 27, 2006 18:52:08 GMT -5
Full Name: Lúthien Elensar
Race: Elf
Side: Eragon's
Birthplace: Ellesmera
Age: 1,204 human years
Gender:she
Birthday: Mid winter
Eyes: angled, pale blue eyes with white whisps.
Hair: Long, straight, waist length hair with unusual deep purple sheen. So deep a purple it is only purple when the light touches it.
Weight: 78
Height: 6'2"
Magic User: yes
Clothing: usually a black leather attire. pants, shoes, and tunic. Usually wears fingerless gloves with a padded underside for gripping things easily.
Weapon(s): She only has a beautifully crafted bow and arrow and a special sword The silver lined hilt holds a beautiful violet gemstoen. the blade of her sword is a deep-set violet(riders sword, matches dragon). the blade is long and thin. It is of elven make and will never dull. Bow made by herself and of the finest quality.
Personality: Lúthien is a confined soul, only connecting with her dragon. Her life was filled with much turmiol and dispare, causing her to sort of drift away from anyone and everyone but Lessien, her dragon. She is very wise and has seen "too much for her years". Her heart is in the air and the earth, but her mind is in the shadowy depths of the world. She strives to find a way to help defeat the king and is awlways searching for ways to help. Many people describe her as quick whitted but quiet. She only speaks when indeed nessacary and has never really been "close" to anyone before besides Lessien.
Likes/Dislikes: Dislikes dwarves only because they dislike her. They identify her as "creepy" and always look down upon her and her works. She loves to sing and loves carving and making bows. She is an artist and is fascinated by the human paint and canvass approach to painting. Lúthien has always had a heart for horses and her animal friends, and owns a regal mare named Náessë. She has befriended a young cat(domesticated, main coon cat!) that has descended from a werecat. Thus is magical and able to mindspeak with Lúthien. It is an intelligent animal named Fethe.
Family: Her family is forever lost. Her father was a well known elf rider named Caranthir Elensar and her mother was Inwë of Dorthonion a very accomplished blacksmith and swordsmith. Her parents were brutally murdered by Galbatorix and her younger brother, Jasfreth was tortured and driven mad, taking his own life in a Kull camp.
Brief History:Lúthien had also been tortured, but managed to escape on her own, therfore stumbling upon emeralds egg, which hatched for her after a month. Lessien taught her many things, including some words she had overheard from the ancient Language. Lúthien and Lessien remained in hiding, searching for Eragon and the rest of Galbatorix's opposers. She finally found them and was welcom,ed after much questioning. She, like Murtagh, wouldn't let them too close to her mind though. She let them close enough to trust her, but that was it.
Dragon rider?: yes
RP SAMPLE: Lúthien walked quietly through the woods, bow in hand. Her pale eyes searched the quit wood, searching the emerald branches as light streamed through the leaves. Lúthien heard a small snap, almost quiet enough that she could just barely catch the small waves of sound. She knocked an arrow in her bow, slowly drawing the bowstring. Her whole body was still as she closed her eyes, falling into the sights and sounds around her. She opened her eyes and quickly came out from behind the tree, letting her arrow release from its position. A hollow THUD rang through the woods as a the arrow hit something hard. Lúthien sighed heavily as an Urgal fell to the ground, the arrow protruding from its forhead. taquera summoned the mentla link that connected her and Lessien, her dragon. Urgals. she informed her. there was no reply. Lúthien's blood ran chill. Lessien? she questioned.
[color-purple]I am here! Why do you insist on waking me?[/color][/i] came a reply. Lúthien sighed again.
NEVER do that again! You scared me to death!
Lessien let out a chuckle. Taquera rolled her eyes and bent down towards the Urgal. She sat still, listening to all that surrounded her, feeling the earth and what was treading on its prescious soil. She felt many footsteps. Footsteps that thudded loudly and fell down hard upon the ground. More Urgals! Lúthien thought. She got to her feet, and with inhuman speed, ran towards where she had left Lessien. Her feet carried her swiftly across the soggy ground. She finally reached the small clearing where Lessien lay lazily, flopped onto her back.
Dragon
Name: Lessien Calafalas (Meaning Emerald Brightscales in elvish!)
Age: 3 weeks
Gender:she
Color: deep purple scales with bright emerald eyes. A purple so deep, only the tips of her scales are actually purple when it is dark.
Personality: Lessien is a feisty, laid back dragon with a temper to boot! She dislikes many people, and has a feirce loyalty to her rider, Lúthien. Very wise and brave. Will fight Galbatorix himself if given the chance!
Special Markings: bright emerald green eyes that contrast immensly with her purple scales
Picture:
Race: Elf
Side: Eragon's
Birthplace: Ellesmera
Age: 1,204 human years
Gender:she
Birthday: Mid winter
Eyes: angled, pale blue eyes with white whisps.
Hair: Long, straight, waist length hair with unusual deep purple sheen. So deep a purple it is only purple when the light touches it.
Weight: 78
Height: 6'2"
Magic User: yes
Clothing: usually a black leather attire. pants, shoes, and tunic. Usually wears fingerless gloves with a padded underside for gripping things easily.
Weapon(s): She only has a beautifully crafted bow and arrow and a special sword The silver lined hilt holds a beautiful violet gemstoen. the blade of her sword is a deep-set violet(riders sword, matches dragon). the blade is long and thin. It is of elven make and will never dull. Bow made by herself and of the finest quality.
Personality: Lúthien is a confined soul, only connecting with her dragon. Her life was filled with much turmiol and dispare, causing her to sort of drift away from anyone and everyone but Lessien, her dragon. She is very wise and has seen "too much for her years". Her heart is in the air and the earth, but her mind is in the shadowy depths of the world. She strives to find a way to help defeat the king and is awlways searching for ways to help. Many people describe her as quick whitted but quiet. She only speaks when indeed nessacary and has never really been "close" to anyone before besides Lessien.
Likes/Dislikes: Dislikes dwarves only because they dislike her. They identify her as "creepy" and always look down upon her and her works. She loves to sing and loves carving and making bows. She is an artist and is fascinated by the human paint and canvass approach to painting. Lúthien has always had a heart for horses and her animal friends, and owns a regal mare named Náessë. She has befriended a young cat(domesticated, main coon cat!) that has descended from a werecat. Thus is magical and able to mindspeak with Lúthien. It is an intelligent animal named Fethe.
Family: Her family is forever lost. Her father was a well known elf rider named Caranthir Elensar and her mother was Inwë of Dorthonion a very accomplished blacksmith and swordsmith. Her parents were brutally murdered by Galbatorix and her younger brother, Jasfreth was tortured and driven mad, taking his own life in a Kull camp.
Brief History:Lúthien had also been tortured, but managed to escape on her own, therfore stumbling upon emeralds egg, which hatched for her after a month. Lessien taught her many things, including some words she had overheard from the ancient Language. Lúthien and Lessien remained in hiding, searching for Eragon and the rest of Galbatorix's opposers. She finally found them and was welcom,ed after much questioning. She, like Murtagh, wouldn't let them too close to her mind though. She let them close enough to trust her, but that was it.
Dragon rider?: yes
RP SAMPLE: Lúthien walked quietly through the woods, bow in hand. Her pale eyes searched the quit wood, searching the emerald branches as light streamed through the leaves. Lúthien heard a small snap, almost quiet enough that she could just barely catch the small waves of sound. She knocked an arrow in her bow, slowly drawing the bowstring. Her whole body was still as she closed her eyes, falling into the sights and sounds around her. She opened her eyes and quickly came out from behind the tree, letting her arrow release from its position. A hollow THUD rang through the woods as a the arrow hit something hard. Lúthien sighed heavily as an Urgal fell to the ground, the arrow protruding from its forhead. taquera summoned the mentla link that connected her and Lessien, her dragon. Urgals. she informed her. there was no reply. Lúthien's blood ran chill. Lessien? she questioned.
[color-purple]I am here! Why do you insist on waking me?[/color][/i] came a reply. Lúthien sighed again.
NEVER do that again! You scared me to death!
Lessien let out a chuckle. Taquera rolled her eyes and bent down towards the Urgal. She sat still, listening to all that surrounded her, feeling the earth and what was treading on its prescious soil. She felt many footsteps. Footsteps that thudded loudly and fell down hard upon the ground. More Urgals! Lúthien thought. She got to her feet, and with inhuman speed, ran towards where she had left Lessien. Her feet carried her swiftly across the soggy ground. She finally reached the small clearing where Lessien lay lazily, flopped onto her back.
Dragon
Name: Lessien Calafalas (Meaning Emerald Brightscales in elvish!)
Age: 3 weeks
Gender:she
Color: deep purple scales with bright emerald eyes. A purple so deep, only the tips of her scales are actually purple when it is dark.
Personality: Lessien is a feisty, laid back dragon with a temper to boot! She dislikes many people, and has a feirce loyalty to her rider, Lúthien. Very wise and brave. Will fight Galbatorix himself if given the chance!
Special Markings: bright emerald green eyes that contrast immensly with her purple scales
Picture:
