Post by Shirora on Mar 18, 2006 11:55:21 GMT -5
Name: Shirora Fiyerraze
Age: 70-ish (about 19 in human years)
Phoenix Color: Gold
Alignment: Chaotic good
Looks: Shirora has fiery hair and eyes the colour of liquid gold, pale skin, and a slender frame. She dons a long flowing white dress with blood-red hems that is kept under control with a dark brown belt, leather sandals, and a navy blue hooded cloak.
Personality: Despite her looks, Shirora does not have a temper, or an active persona. The only reference she may have to fire is the warm compassion she has for those she trusts (which currently are the 11 Phoenixes in A'Dense) and her strong-headed will and courage. Otherwise, she tends to be a gentle, quiet creature, acting only when an event is related to her morals.
History: Shirora was one of the 12 Phoenixes chosen to remain in A'Dense when Illidion implored to the Gods. Though she is a Phoenix, she chooses to wander the lands, though she generally stays near the Three Sisters in fear of persecution from other races.
Weapons?: Shirora wields a katana (the two-handed swords that samurai used) and keeps a set of daggers in her belt
Occupation?: none/ wanderer
Mate?: none (as of yet)
Roleplaying Sample: Shirora sat at the roots of an enormous hemlock, her eyes distant as she gazed absently at the wall of grey that stabbed at the sky, towering over the treetops. Her mind was elsewhere at the moment, far beyond the forest and Three Sisters . . .
Quietly she began humming an old Phoenix song, a small smile playing on her lips. She loved the peaceful quiet, the sound of gentle winds rustling the leaves of the trees, the smell of pine resin and cedar that wafted around her like a pleasant perfume, the feel of warm sunlight on her skin. Slowly her eyelids began to grow heavy, and she settled down into a more comfortable position between to of the large buttresses that balanced the tree. A smile still dancing on her face, she fell asleep, the clearing she lay in whispering quiet cautions to the habitants of the forest.
Age: 70-ish (about 19 in human years)
Phoenix Color: Gold
Alignment: Chaotic good
Looks: Shirora has fiery hair and eyes the colour of liquid gold, pale skin, and a slender frame. She dons a long flowing white dress with blood-red hems that is kept under control with a dark brown belt, leather sandals, and a navy blue hooded cloak.
Personality: Despite her looks, Shirora does not have a temper, or an active persona. The only reference she may have to fire is the warm compassion she has for those she trusts (which currently are the 11 Phoenixes in A'Dense) and her strong-headed will and courage. Otherwise, she tends to be a gentle, quiet creature, acting only when an event is related to her morals.
History: Shirora was one of the 12 Phoenixes chosen to remain in A'Dense when Illidion implored to the Gods. Though she is a Phoenix, she chooses to wander the lands, though she generally stays near the Three Sisters in fear of persecution from other races.
Weapons?: Shirora wields a katana (the two-handed swords that samurai used) and keeps a set of daggers in her belt
Occupation?: none/ wanderer
Mate?: none (as of yet)
Roleplaying Sample: Shirora sat at the roots of an enormous hemlock, her eyes distant as she gazed absently at the wall of grey that stabbed at the sky, towering over the treetops. Her mind was elsewhere at the moment, far beyond the forest and Three Sisters . . .
Quietly she began humming an old Phoenix song, a small smile playing on her lips. She loved the peaceful quiet, the sound of gentle winds rustling the leaves of the trees, the smell of pine resin and cedar that wafted around her like a pleasant perfume, the feel of warm sunlight on her skin. Slowly her eyelids began to grow heavy, and she settled down into a more comfortable position between to of the large buttresses that balanced the tree. A smile still dancing on her face, she fell asleep, the clearing she lay in whispering quiet cautions to the habitants of the forest.
