Post by katiekitten on Jun 7, 2006 14:46:27 GMT -5
Name: Sanders.
Age: Unknown age, (We are immortal, remember?) But if I have to name an age, I look to be twenty.
Haven: A small tree house in the northern flank of Esthmeria Forest. As you will see, I'm not the most social elf in the world. I don't think any of us are, actually. O.o
Gender: Male
Species: As much as I would like to fly, I am a tree elf. (Ok, so not a true one. I can't help that my elvin ancestors decided to bed a couple of brownies. Ah well. I consider myself an elf, and if anyone wants to contend that fact, I will politely correct their ways. Maybe with a little bit of violence. Just a little. XD)
Appearance: Contrary to common belief, we wood elves DON'T have pointy ears. I mean, seriously, pointy ears? You have to be kidding me. Do pointy ears improve your hearing? Do they help you blend in with the undergrowth? Do they even look nice? No? Then you have your answer. *grins smugly*
Oh, you still have no clue what I look like? I can't believe you have never seen a wood elf before...
We wood elves are a foot shorter than our cousins, with dark brown skin for camouflage. We are very resistant to burning because of it, and it is spectacular fun laughing at the burned humans who sometimes wander by. Silently, of course. Like I said, I don't really like humans. Oh, there are some, but that is a story for another time. To go with the part-of-the-forest look, our hair is bark brown with green streaks riddled in it. The green streaks added through dyes. We also have pieces of grass braided into it, preserved in such a way that allows them to stay ever green and healthy. It grows with your hair, so once it is placed you never have to bother it again. The amount of braids depends on where you stand in the community. I myself have three braids, one woven of water reed to show that I am a mage, the other two to show my social standing. I would go into all the ins and outs, but we would be sitting out here all day. So remain satisfied that I am not your average elf. Although you already know that from my brilliant personality.
Apart from those differences already listed, we are for the most part like humans. Superior, of course, through intelligence and magic. I would like to see a human figure out what 5920 x 4390 in under a minute. WITHOUT a calculator. (25988800, if you must know. *rolls eyes*)
Clothing... I prefer to wear dark browns and greens. More homely in my opinion. Woven from sheep’s wool, trust me, grass doesn't make good cloth. *snorts* More specific? If you insist. Really, you lot are addicted to clothes...
A dull green tunic, placed on top of a soft, silken undershirt. (I do have money you know. Humans. Pff.) Below that, I sport a pair of dark brown-almost black trousers. A little baggy to allow free movement. I do wear shoes, sandals I guess is what you'd call them. They are made out of softened bark, (don't ask me how, trade secret.
) and are extremely comfortable. Happy?Personality: Sarcastic, friendly, but a little anti-social. Look into my eyes, they shall mesmerize you... I wish. I can be quite the joker; at least I try to be. Alright, so I'm not the friendliest of guys. I can't help it, if I see an opening for the perfect comment. Which is probably why I don't have many friends. But what can you do? You can't change who you are. I do have a little bit of a temper... I'll bite your head off if you even look at me the wrong way. Ok, ok, maybe it's a big problem. But who seriously cares? I consider myself a little laid back, but I am willing to do the right thing. Not if it includes throwing myself in the path of danger, though. I have lived for who knows how many years and, I intend to keep it that way. Why I have gotten myself meddled in humans affairs, I have no clue. For it invariably involves death. Ah well, I'll do what I can.
Weapons: Although we are a peaceful race, and as much as I despise petty fighting when I know what life really has to offer, we do understand that to survive in such a dangerous world, we must have weapons. So I carry a sword. Made of tempered steel, it took me a full three years to make. A drop in the ocean of my life, but it meant that I have become really attached to it. So, in the final weeks of its creation, I charmed it so that, no matter where it is or who has it, it will break free using any means possible and return to me. Of course, it did add another six months of exhaustive magic working to the already to long project, but was it worth it. It also doesn't rust, a VERY handy element. I have never used it in defense/offense, but I do practise regularly.
Other Features: We elves are very good climbers. Thin and limber, we are able to jump high to reach high branches. If we are no where near the forest and are ambushed, we have a critical emergence option. Running. We are extremely fast runners. When I say extremely fast, I mean really really extremely fast. I am also a mage of sorts, able to charm inanimate objects with protection spells. Metal works the best, so I have become a smithy worker, creator of fine swords for elves, although for my human friends I may on accasion gift them with a dagger…
Biography/Past:
I was born in Estia, (funny how all places in the forest’s names begin with ’E’) a small Elvin village in the southern flank of the forest. My mother was a weaver, my father a sword mage. He taught me the skills of his trade, helped me become what I am today. I don’t remember much of my past, I can only see dim images of a sun filled valley, m’fathers face and my mothers scent. It was a sweet, cinnamon smell that will stay with me forever. As time passed, I grew weary of my childhood and strived to become an adult, emerging into the older society with much enthusiasm. I worked alongside my father in those early years, working in the forge working metal into horse shoes, and such things whilst my father taught me how to make swords. I still carry my first dagger; a small, slightly bent blade with a bronze hilt. I carry it sewn to the sleeve of my tunic.
‘Graduating’, as you humans put it, from my fathers teachings, I left for the other side of the forest, going to the small, cross road village of Eckle. (See what I mean? Another ‘e’.) I believed that I would get good work there, and I was right. I set up my forge and worked happily for the locals and any other Elvin passer-by. Which is where I live now. Very pleasant place, Eckle. Perfect place for me. I have settled right in.
It ok? I hope you don't mind all of the little towns I made up... I can change it if you like. ^.^;;
XD
