Post by Elanor on Mar 30, 2009 15:00:15 GMT -5
Full Name: Elanor Vardaulkaer
Prefers To Be Called: Just Elanor. No nicknames.
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Class: Sneak
Creature: None.
Physical Appearance: Not as good-looking as some, but many call her beautiful. Her hair is a rich russet red-brown, with natural gold highlights in the summer months. Her skin can tan fairly easily, but her profession requires clothing that hides one's face from others, and thus blocks the sun. She has unusual eyes; they change color depending on her mood, from green to gray to blue. ((This is what my eyes do, so yes, it's totally realistic.)) She's a little on the short side, at 5'4¾", but perfectly fit. Her features are striking, and quite pleasant, in an oddly cold way. She gives the impression of regally looking down her nose at everyone, no matter how tall or important they may be.
Her clothes are most often dark and comfortable. She hates dresses, even if she looks good in them. She makes do with simple pants/shirts, and keeps them spotless. Her old Kiskin skin boots might be a little worse for wear, but she keeps them in serviceable condition, like all her other clothes. Her prized cloak is black as night, and a little too big, to give extra cover from unwanted eyes. A sneak can hardly go around without some weapons, of course. Elanor has a short dagger in each boot, and several assorted pointy things with which she is more than competent with. Swords aren't really her specialty, as she prefers knives, but she is fairly good with a bow, should she find herself holding one.
Personality: Evil really doesn't cover it. Every word, every action, everything she does is perfectly calculated. Sociopath? Most definitely. Smart? That's one heck of an understatement. She's brilliant, but her mind is so twisted, just trying to comprehend her cruelty is nigh impossible. She has never felt love for anyone, and probably has pushed herself to the point of finding love and good to be evil and wrong. Even as a lowly sneak, albeit a good one, she manages to let her lust for domination come forth. What better way to prove her superiority than to steal from those she is so much better than? Control of every situation is essential. Life is all a game, and she longs to win it, and silly things like ethics would never stop her. Her beauty is one useful asset, another is her voice. She has painstakingly trained her voice to be wonderful, able to include any emotion she chooses. Of course she has plans to raise her status in the world. Part one is already complete; removing her fortunately tiny family. Her parents spent all their puny savings on a house in a real town, but could have been peasants for all the good it did them. Elanor had to steal to get money for their food, and hated them for 'causing all her problems.' Of course, it sort of was their fault... but still. She's not nice.
Extras: Nothing but the clothes on her back, the daggers, and the nice ruby necklace that caught her fancy one night. The drunk woman didn't really need it....
Picture(optional): None.
Short Sample Post: Pickpocketing again. It disgusted her. She hated the pettiness of it, and the undeniable necessity of it. Why did food have to be so crucial? Every meal had to be stolen, really, but that wasn't what bothered her. It was the trapped, hopeless feeling thieving always brought. Someday, she knew without a doubt that she wouldn't need it. Elanor Verdaulkaer deserved better, and she'd kill everyone in Torka Town to get it. Of course, they were all half-expecting it anyway. These people knew the truth of the world. They were annoyingly cautious with their valuables. There were more knives hidden here than in drawers, waiting to be used to cut steak. Stupid town.
There was always somebody a little less circumspect about concealing their purse, at least. The richly-dressed ones were easy targets, but everyone went after them. Victims had to be chosen more carefully if one really didn't want to be caught. The man a few feet in front of Elanor was one of the perfect compromises. Not easy enough to tempt every thief on the street, but still not that hard. A knife slipped down her sleeve, and flashed out to cut the purse off his belt. Purse and knife were whisked back into the sleeve, just as she opened the door to the nearest bar. Before walking in, she let her eyes settle for a moment on the town. It was getting dark, and every sunset reminded her of yet another day wasted. She would escape, but first, dinner. The man might notice the missing weight, ands anyone nearby was a suspect.
Other: I just had to add my fun little sociopath. And I had to give her an Elvish name, 'cause who doesn't <3 Elvish?
Prefers To Be Called: Just Elanor. No nicknames.
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Class: Sneak
Creature: None.
Physical Appearance: Not as good-looking as some, but many call her beautiful. Her hair is a rich russet red-brown, with natural gold highlights in the summer months. Her skin can tan fairly easily, but her profession requires clothing that hides one's face from others, and thus blocks the sun. She has unusual eyes; they change color depending on her mood, from green to gray to blue. ((This is what my eyes do, so yes, it's totally realistic.)) She's a little on the short side, at 5'4¾", but perfectly fit. Her features are striking, and quite pleasant, in an oddly cold way. She gives the impression of regally looking down her nose at everyone, no matter how tall or important they may be.
Her clothes are most often dark and comfortable. She hates dresses, even if she looks good in them. She makes do with simple pants/shirts, and keeps them spotless. Her old Kiskin skin boots might be a little worse for wear, but she keeps them in serviceable condition, like all her other clothes. Her prized cloak is black as night, and a little too big, to give extra cover from unwanted eyes. A sneak can hardly go around without some weapons, of course. Elanor has a short dagger in each boot, and several assorted pointy things with which she is more than competent with. Swords aren't really her specialty, as she prefers knives, but she is fairly good with a bow, should she find herself holding one.
Personality: Evil really doesn't cover it. Every word, every action, everything she does is perfectly calculated. Sociopath? Most definitely. Smart? That's one heck of an understatement. She's brilliant, but her mind is so twisted, just trying to comprehend her cruelty is nigh impossible. She has never felt love for anyone, and probably has pushed herself to the point of finding love and good to be evil and wrong. Even as a lowly sneak, albeit a good one, she manages to let her lust for domination come forth. What better way to prove her superiority than to steal from those she is so much better than? Control of every situation is essential. Life is all a game, and she longs to win it, and silly things like ethics would never stop her. Her beauty is one useful asset, another is her voice. She has painstakingly trained her voice to be wonderful, able to include any emotion she chooses. Of course she has plans to raise her status in the world. Part one is already complete; removing her fortunately tiny family. Her parents spent all their puny savings on a house in a real town, but could have been peasants for all the good it did them. Elanor had to steal to get money for their food, and hated them for 'causing all her problems.' Of course, it sort of was their fault... but still. She's not nice.
Extras: Nothing but the clothes on her back, the daggers, and the nice ruby necklace that caught her fancy one night. The drunk woman didn't really need it....
Picture(optional): None.
Short Sample Post: Pickpocketing again. It disgusted her. She hated the pettiness of it, and the undeniable necessity of it. Why did food have to be so crucial? Every meal had to be stolen, really, but that wasn't what bothered her. It was the trapped, hopeless feeling thieving always brought. Someday, she knew without a doubt that she wouldn't need it. Elanor Verdaulkaer deserved better, and she'd kill everyone in Torka Town to get it. Of course, they were all half-expecting it anyway. These people knew the truth of the world. They were annoyingly cautious with their valuables. There were more knives hidden here than in drawers, waiting to be used to cut steak. Stupid town.
There was always somebody a little less circumspect about concealing their purse, at least. The richly-dressed ones were easy targets, but everyone went after them. Victims had to be chosen more carefully if one really didn't want to be caught. The man a few feet in front of Elanor was one of the perfect compromises. Not easy enough to tempt every thief on the street, but still not that hard. A knife slipped down her sleeve, and flashed out to cut the purse off his belt. Purse and knife were whisked back into the sleeve, just as she opened the door to the nearest bar. Before walking in, she let her eyes settle for a moment on the town. It was getting dark, and every sunset reminded her of yet another day wasted. She would escape, but first, dinner. The man might notice the missing weight, ands anyone nearby was a suspect.
Other: I just had to add my fun little sociopath. And I had to give her an Elvish name, 'cause who doesn't <3 Elvish?
