Post by Lúthien Elensar on Oct 26, 2006 0:15:50 GMT
Name: Lúthien Elensar
Age:1,204 human years
Gender:she
Race:elf
Appearance: Eyes:angled, pale blue eyes with white whisps. Form: tall, and lithe. Very thin and quiet on her feet.
hiegth: 6'2"
weight: 78lbs.
hair:
Long, straight, waist length hair with an unusual deep purple sheen. So deep a purple it is only purple when the light touches it.
Personality:Lúthien is a confined soul, only connecting with her dragon, if hers is ever to hatch. Her life was filled with much turmiol and dispare, causing her to sort of drift away from anyone and everyone but Fethe. 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 all evil 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. 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. Taquera has always had a heart for horses and her animal friends, and owns a regal mare named Sairalindë. She has befriended a young cat(main coon cat!) that has descended from a werecat. Thus is magical and able to mindspeak with taquera. It is an intelligent animal named Fethe.
Strengths: Swordswoman, singing, archer, horsewoman, art.
Weaknesses: self control, temper, not so great a blacksmith, has difficulty singing things from plant and trees.
Magic: yes, she is a soon to be Rider and an Elf
Fighting Ability: She is the best in her class, but her hand to hand fighting is only good because she is quick.otherwise, a fist to fist combat wouldn't be pretty
Character history: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 evil beings and her younger brother, Findaráto Elensar was tortured and driven mad, taking his own life in a oposing army camp. Lúthien had also been tortured, but managed to escape on her own, therfore stumbling upon the army which trtains the Dragon Riders. Lúthien remained in hiding, searching for anyone who could help them, or shelter them. She finally found the army and was welcomed after much questioning. She wouldn't let them too close to her mind though. She let them close enough to trust her, but that was it.
Link to Picture: none
RP sample: {Nothing whatsoever to do with this site} 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. taquera 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. Lúthien summoned the mentla link that connected her and Lessien, her dragon. Urgals. she informed her. thhere was no reply. Lúthien's blood ran chill. Lessien? she questioned.
I am here! Why do you insist on waking me? came a reply. Lúthien almost fainted with releif.
NEVER do that again! You scared me to death!
Lessien let out a chuckle. Lúthien 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 emerald. Her feet carried her swiftly across the soggy ground. She finally reached the small clearing where Lessien lay lazily, flopped onto her back.
Age:1,204 human years
Gender:she
Race:elf
Appearance: Eyes:angled, pale blue eyes with white whisps. Form: tall, and lithe. Very thin and quiet on her feet.
hiegth: 6'2"
weight: 78lbs.
hair:
Long, straight, waist length hair with an unusual deep purple sheen. So deep a purple it is only purple when the light touches it.
Personality:Lúthien is a confined soul, only connecting with her dragon, if hers is ever to hatch. Her life was filled with much turmiol and dispare, causing her to sort of drift away from anyone and everyone but Fethe. 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 all evil 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. 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. Taquera has always had a heart for horses and her animal friends, and owns a regal mare named Sairalindë. She has befriended a young cat(main coon cat!) that has descended from a werecat. Thus is magical and able to mindspeak with taquera. It is an intelligent animal named Fethe.
Strengths: Swordswoman, singing, archer, horsewoman, art.
Weaknesses: self control, temper, not so great a blacksmith, has difficulty singing things from plant and trees.
Magic: yes, she is a soon to be Rider and an Elf
Fighting Ability: She is the best in her class, but her hand to hand fighting is only good because she is quick.otherwise, a fist to fist combat wouldn't be pretty
Character history: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 evil beings and her younger brother, Findaráto Elensar was tortured and driven mad, taking his own life in a oposing army camp. Lúthien had also been tortured, but managed to escape on her own, therfore stumbling upon the army which trtains the Dragon Riders. Lúthien remained in hiding, searching for anyone who could help them, or shelter them. She finally found the army and was welcomed after much questioning. She wouldn't let them too close to her mind though. She let them close enough to trust her, but that was it.
Link to Picture: none
RP sample: {Nothing whatsoever to do with this site} 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. taquera 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. Lúthien summoned the mentla link that connected her and Lessien, her dragon. Urgals. she informed her. thhere was no reply. Lúthien's blood ran chill. Lessien? she questioned.
I am here! Why do you insist on waking me? came a reply. Lúthien almost fainted with releif.
NEVER do that again! You scared me to death!
Lessien let out a chuckle. Lúthien 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 emerald. Her feet carried her swiftly across the soggy ground. She finally reached the small clearing where Lessien lay lazily, flopped onto her back.
