Post by Xytanica on Mar 19, 2006 17:07:36 GMT -5
Name: Eliptica Moondust
Age: 18
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Occupation/Class: Princess, mage
Personality: She is calm and kind, and dislikes wanton violence. However, if backed into a corner(metaphorically) she will attack, and she is a strong fighter. It takes a huge amount of effort to anger her, and it is impossible to do so by words alone. you would have to harm something or someone dear to her, or attack her home, to get her truly angry. If she is though, she will not hesitate to silence permanently those who have hurt her family or friends, She would first and foremost save those dearest to her, even if it should cost her own life.
History: She has lived the somewhat sheltered life of the palace, having not been exposed overmuch to true hardship. Lately she has been very sad and withdrawn, unlike her usual self, because of her mother's condition. She was taught very good use of arms and her powers, and is a force to be reckoned with.
Weapons: An eight foot godsteel broadsword, the hilt in the form of two back to back cresent moons.
Royal Family: yes
Other: she is an excellent singer and dancer
Roleplaying Sample:
Eliptica walked onto the field close by the palace. It was a beautiful clear mornign, the wind was cool and nipped lightly at her nose, blowing her white robe around her anckles, the soft silk carresing her clear pale skin. Her silvery white hair was flowing in the wind, and her jade colored eyes were glittering in the first rays of sunlight as it began its ascent towards the heavens. She stood for a moment watching it inch its way free of the earth, then, as it cleared the horizon, she began to run. The wind streamed through her hair, whipping her robes about her as she ran, impossibly fast, at least as a human would see it. Slowly, subtely, she began to change, her skin becoming a pure, blinding white, her hair flowing down her back, her body bending over as it changed. She it was done, and she turned around, moving even faster, her hooves noislessly pounding the ground, though they left not a mark of their passing. On her forehead, where a silver crescent moon had once been was a spiraling silver horn, her long silky hair now cascading over her back, as a mane. Her tail streamed behind her as she continued to run. She had transformed into her unicorn form, explaining her speed and beauty.
Age: 18
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Occupation/Class: Princess, mage
Personality: She is calm and kind, and dislikes wanton violence. However, if backed into a corner(metaphorically) she will attack, and she is a strong fighter. It takes a huge amount of effort to anger her, and it is impossible to do so by words alone. you would have to harm something or someone dear to her, or attack her home, to get her truly angry. If she is though, she will not hesitate to silence permanently those who have hurt her family or friends, She would first and foremost save those dearest to her, even if it should cost her own life.
History: She has lived the somewhat sheltered life of the palace, having not been exposed overmuch to true hardship. Lately she has been very sad and withdrawn, unlike her usual self, because of her mother's condition. She was taught very good use of arms and her powers, and is a force to be reckoned with.
Weapons: An eight foot godsteel broadsword, the hilt in the form of two back to back cresent moons.
Royal Family: yes
Other: she is an excellent singer and dancer
Roleplaying Sample:
Eliptica walked onto the field close by the palace. It was a beautiful clear mornign, the wind was cool and nipped lightly at her nose, blowing her white robe around her anckles, the soft silk carresing her clear pale skin. Her silvery white hair was flowing in the wind, and her jade colored eyes were glittering in the first rays of sunlight as it began its ascent towards the heavens. She stood for a moment watching it inch its way free of the earth, then, as it cleared the horizon, she began to run. The wind streamed through her hair, whipping her robes about her as she ran, impossibly fast, at least as a human would see it. Slowly, subtely, she began to change, her skin becoming a pure, blinding white, her hair flowing down her back, her body bending over as it changed. She it was done, and she turned around, moving even faster, her hooves noislessly pounding the ground, though they left not a mark of their passing. On her forehead, where a silver crescent moon had once been was a spiraling silver horn, her long silky hair now cascading over her back, as a mane. Her tail streamed behind her as she continued to run. She had transformed into her unicorn form, explaining her speed and beauty.
