Post by shadowelmo on Jun 11, 2006 21:04:15 GMT -5
Name: Feawen
Age: Unknown age...looks about 17-18
Haven: wanderer.....you shall know why in her past.
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Appearance: She is fair skinned, not pale but not too tan, just in the middle. She has long, golden hair that flows to about the middle of her back, a pearly white moon scar on her forearm, pointy ears and a set of deep, gentle, purple eyes.
Personality: Feawen is fun and loves to laugh. SHe is serious when trouble arises and knows how to get things done. She holds a deeper power that even she does not fully understand yet. She is a fun loving person and is always a pleaser to be around
Weapons: A pair of elegant..elven made scimitars
Other Features: She has a wild power within her..If she gets angered in some drastic way, her eyes will glow, the wind will blow, and she lets out unspeakable power....she's pretty much not herself.
Biography/Past: One night, When the stars shone bright like specks of light upon a silken sky. There was silence throughout the forest as a new baby was born. As she opened her deep, purple eyes, her family and people who were present gasped in suprise. She was the girl of prophecy. Her mother hugged her tight as a white moon shined bright on the baby's forarm.
Meanwhile Feawen began to grow. She lived the normal life of an elf, playing, learning. She often ran through the forests with her friend Leona or her brother Mowen. One of her other companions that seemed to never leave her side was a merlin, which she named Surion. As she grew from childhood she started to grow into a beautiful elf maiden. Some wondered about her beauty that seemed so flawless. Her long golden hair seemed to shine with light, her face seemed flawless, and her deep purple eyes so enchanting.
One day as she started to near her 98th birthday (looks about 17) she ran through the forest racing her friend leona up a tree. As she burst through the canopy she looked down but her friend was no where to be seen. Racing down she yelled frantically, but soon she came upon her ruined city. The once pillars of light and great buildings were crumpled and burned to the ground. She let out a sob, her crystal like tears falling upon the debris. She raised her violet eyes, seeing a lone black stallion she mounted it. The merlin flew to her shoulder. She raised her violet eyes, filled with sadness and hatred, but she knew she would have to go on. For the thing that had destroyed her city was looking for something, someone...Her.
She is the only ones left from a place in the Lunandrial forest. She had come from the elven city of Sarnthia, it had been destroyed because someone had been looking for her, someone evil, it concerned a prophecy that is now more than 300 years old, her life was once filled with happiness and love but now a deeper sadness looms in her warm heart.
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Origin Somewhere in the heart of the Lunandrial Forest in the great elven city of Sarnthia.
Ancestry : Is the descendant from an ancient race of elves, is royalty in her city but likes to keep this trait about her more of a secret.
Kin : None is left of her family, all perished in the attack on her city.
Age: Unknown age...looks about 17-18
Haven: wanderer.....you shall know why in her past.
Gender: Female
Species: Elf
Appearance: She is fair skinned, not pale but not too tan, just in the middle. She has long, golden hair that flows to about the middle of her back, a pearly white moon scar on her forearm, pointy ears and a set of deep, gentle, purple eyes.
Personality: Feawen is fun and loves to laugh. SHe is serious when trouble arises and knows how to get things done. She holds a deeper power that even she does not fully understand yet. She is a fun loving person and is always a pleaser to be around
Weapons: A pair of elegant..elven made scimitars
Other Features: She has a wild power within her..If she gets angered in some drastic way, her eyes will glow, the wind will blow, and she lets out unspeakable power....she's pretty much not herself.
Biography/Past: One night, When the stars shone bright like specks of light upon a silken sky. There was silence throughout the forest as a new baby was born. As she opened her deep, purple eyes, her family and people who were present gasped in suprise. She was the girl of prophecy. Her mother hugged her tight as a white moon shined bright on the baby's forarm.
Meanwhile Feawen began to grow. She lived the normal life of an elf, playing, learning. She often ran through the forests with her friend Leona or her brother Mowen. One of her other companions that seemed to never leave her side was a merlin, which she named Surion. As she grew from childhood she started to grow into a beautiful elf maiden. Some wondered about her beauty that seemed so flawless. Her long golden hair seemed to shine with light, her face seemed flawless, and her deep purple eyes so enchanting.
One day as she started to near her 98th birthday (looks about 17) she ran through the forest racing her friend leona up a tree. As she burst through the canopy she looked down but her friend was no where to be seen. Racing down she yelled frantically, but soon she came upon her ruined city. The once pillars of light and great buildings were crumpled and burned to the ground. She let out a sob, her crystal like tears falling upon the debris. She raised her violet eyes, seeing a lone black stallion she mounted it. The merlin flew to her shoulder. She raised her violet eyes, filled with sadness and hatred, but she knew she would have to go on. For the thing that had destroyed her city was looking for something, someone...Her.
She is the only ones left from a place in the Lunandrial forest. She had come from the elven city of Sarnthia, it had been destroyed because someone had been looking for her, someone evil, it concerned a prophecy that is now more than 300 years old, her life was once filled with happiness and love but now a deeper sadness looms in her warm heart.
other****
Origin Somewhere in the heart of the Lunandrial Forest in the great elven city of Sarnthia.
Ancestry : Is the descendant from an ancient race of elves, is royalty in her city but likes to keep this trait about her more of a secret.
Kin : None is left of her family, all perished in the attack on her city.
