Post by Winter Silverclaw on Mar 1, 2008 20:13:11 GMT -5
Character's Name:[/u] Syria L' Ssin'urn
Character's Age: [/u] 17
Character's Gender: [/u] Female
Character's Race: [/u] Drow
Characters Realm: [/u] Redhaven
Alignment: [/u] Neutral
Character Class: [/u] Necromancer
Character's Appearance: [/u] Syria is a young looking woman who has extremely long slender legs. She stands at 6 feet even and has dark purple skin that is as soft as rose petals. She weighs about 115 pounds, her figure very thin but curved beautifully in a woman’s shape. Syria’s hair is as white as the snow that glistens in the moonlight like a white river casting the moons glow. It’s very long and reached just past her waist.
Syria like all Drow, has blood red eyes, but uses plants to make a pink eyeshadow that accents her dark complexion. She also made a dark pink blush and lip gloss to add to the dark illusion. Like some girls she is fairly busty, normally wearing blood red shirts that are like halter tops, or tight fitting tank tops. To match the shirt she has a red ribbon tied in her hair, and wears a red thong where the straps are visible on her hips. Just below that she wears a black pleated miniskirt made of leather. It’s fairly short but allows her to move about easily. She also has black leather shoes that have red lace ups that lace all the way up to her knee like a ballet dancer’s shoe.
Character's Personality: [/u] Syria is a strong believer in her people’s culture, how ever even though she disagrees with some of the more unethical laws in her world she remains quiet and poise. Because there are high expectations for her, she tries to keep her pride and people first above all else. Syria has been known to be blunt and forward, if its wanted or not, and is a shy caring woman but is forced to hide it for the sake of her own life
Normally she is very respectful and obedient to her elders. She has a strong will and a good heart for change, she only lacks the verbal abilities to make change. She is very opened minded, and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, but only when it is necessary. She has a secret hope to be seen for more then just a drow, but as a woman and wants desperately to be loved.
Character's History: [/u] Syria was born into noble blood, her mother the chief advisor to the Queen of the underground tunnels of a section in the underdark. A place she would in time come to call home. From birth Syria was expected to full fill the duties of a lady in training and a young priestess who was learning the arts of necromancy. Her mother was a hard woman with hard ways, and Syria could feel the fear in her father’s heart. At night she would sit by the fire, letting her mother braid her beautiful locks of white hair, while her father prepared dinner. Long lectures of how Syria was to grow into a woman and take a man as her husband. Still small she could barely understand the politics of her world.
But as she grew older it became far clearer that this society was female dominated. Her place was to be strong and to rule over her husband as if she was the queen of his world. This frankly became a large part of her life, most especially when she would demand pretty things or meals from her father, and like a present scramble to do her bidding. By the time she was 14 she was as spoiled as any other girl her age. Syria was used to getting her way, and this is how she liked it. But even though it made her happy she couldn’t help but feel bad for all the times her father did so much to please her and she had no choice but to act as if it meant nothing to her.
Syria loved her father, though she couldn’t verbally say it to him, in fear if her mother heard her she would be punished for showing weakness to compassion. So it ate away at her inside, to act like a brat to him and treat him as badly as her mother did, though from the way he would smile at her no matter what awful thing she’d say to him, she knew he knew she was doing it only for show, and this settled better inside her.
It was when she turned 16 and her Queen offered her a place in her court to be chief of Security, a high honor that not even Syria dare refuse. Her mother beamed with pride during Syria’s swearing in, her child picked above all others to take such a high place in society. Standing tall she accepted the position and became the most relied upon woman in the kingdom. Upon her 17th birthday her mother fell deathly ill from an unknown aliment.
She passed on just hours after she had collapsed, and upon further investigation that she led herself, she discovered her mother’s death was due to drinking a poisonous substance. Obsessed with finding who poisoned her mother she needed to seek the help from a elder mage in another Drow kingdom, and now she is desperate to find the answers her heart is longing for. The only problem was this kingdom didn’t have linking caves in the underdark and she would be forced to go to the surface for the first time in her life.
Stats [/u]
HP: [/u] 25
Attack: [/u] 6 (+4)
Defense: [/u] 4 (+8)
Magic: [/u] 9 (+4)
Magic Defense: [/u]6 (+6)
Items: [/u]
- Glaive: a pole arm with a can opener like blade (+4 Attack)
- Warrior Dress: a dress used by female warriors (+2 Defense)
- Cloak: a hooded cloak good for warmth or not letting any one know who you are (+1 Defense)
- Leather Boots: basic leather boots (+1 Defense)
- Bandanna: a bandanna which can cover the head or be used as a head band (+1 Defense)
- Leather Gloves: Light gloves for any occasion (+1 Defense)
- Ring of Protection: This ring helps protect you by putting a small magical force field around your body invisible to all eyes (Bonus: +4 Magic Defense, +2 Defense)
- Magic Earrings: these earrings increase magic power of any one who wears them (Bonus: +2 Magic Defense, +4 Magic)
Gold: [/u] 0
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Character's Age: [/u] 17
Character's Gender: [/u] Female
Character's Race: [/u] Drow
Characters Realm: [/u] Redhaven
Alignment: [/u] Neutral
Character Class: [/u] Necromancer
Character's Appearance: [/u] Syria is a young looking woman who has extremely long slender legs. She stands at 6 feet even and has dark purple skin that is as soft as rose petals. She weighs about 115 pounds, her figure very thin but curved beautifully in a woman’s shape. Syria’s hair is as white as the snow that glistens in the moonlight like a white river casting the moons glow. It’s very long and reached just past her waist.
Syria like all Drow, has blood red eyes, but uses plants to make a pink eyeshadow that accents her dark complexion. She also made a dark pink blush and lip gloss to add to the dark illusion. Like some girls she is fairly busty, normally wearing blood red shirts that are like halter tops, or tight fitting tank tops. To match the shirt she has a red ribbon tied in her hair, and wears a red thong where the straps are visible on her hips. Just below that she wears a black pleated miniskirt made of leather. It’s fairly short but allows her to move about easily. She also has black leather shoes that have red lace ups that lace all the way up to her knee like a ballet dancer’s shoe.
Character's Personality: [/u] Syria is a strong believer in her people’s culture, how ever even though she disagrees with some of the more unethical laws in her world she remains quiet and poise. Because there are high expectations for her, she tries to keep her pride and people first above all else. Syria has been known to be blunt and forward, if its wanted or not, and is a shy caring woman but is forced to hide it for the sake of her own life
Normally she is very respectful and obedient to her elders. She has a strong will and a good heart for change, she only lacks the verbal abilities to make change. She is very opened minded, and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, but only when it is necessary. She has a secret hope to be seen for more then just a drow, but as a woman and wants desperately to be loved.
Character's History: [/u] Syria was born into noble blood, her mother the chief advisor to the Queen of the underground tunnels of a section in the underdark. A place she would in time come to call home. From birth Syria was expected to full fill the duties of a lady in training and a young priestess who was learning the arts of necromancy. Her mother was a hard woman with hard ways, and Syria could feel the fear in her father’s heart. At night she would sit by the fire, letting her mother braid her beautiful locks of white hair, while her father prepared dinner. Long lectures of how Syria was to grow into a woman and take a man as her husband. Still small she could barely understand the politics of her world.
But as she grew older it became far clearer that this society was female dominated. Her place was to be strong and to rule over her husband as if she was the queen of his world. This frankly became a large part of her life, most especially when she would demand pretty things or meals from her father, and like a present scramble to do her bidding. By the time she was 14 she was as spoiled as any other girl her age. Syria was used to getting her way, and this is how she liked it. But even though it made her happy she couldn’t help but feel bad for all the times her father did so much to please her and she had no choice but to act as if it meant nothing to her.
Syria loved her father, though she couldn’t verbally say it to him, in fear if her mother heard her she would be punished for showing weakness to compassion. So it ate away at her inside, to act like a brat to him and treat him as badly as her mother did, though from the way he would smile at her no matter what awful thing she’d say to him, she knew he knew she was doing it only for show, and this settled better inside her.
It was when she turned 16 and her Queen offered her a place in her court to be chief of Security, a high honor that not even Syria dare refuse. Her mother beamed with pride during Syria’s swearing in, her child picked above all others to take such a high place in society. Standing tall she accepted the position and became the most relied upon woman in the kingdom. Upon her 17th birthday her mother fell deathly ill from an unknown aliment.
She passed on just hours after she had collapsed, and upon further investigation that she led herself, she discovered her mother’s death was due to drinking a poisonous substance. Obsessed with finding who poisoned her mother she needed to seek the help from a elder mage in another Drow kingdom, and now she is desperate to find the answers her heart is longing for. The only problem was this kingdom didn’t have linking caves in the underdark and she would be forced to go to the surface for the first time in her life.
Stats [/u]
HP: [/u] 25
Attack: [/u] 6 (+4)
Defense: [/u] 4 (+8)
Magic: [/u] 9 (+4)
Magic Defense: [/u]6 (+6)
Items: [/u]
- Glaive: a pole arm with a can opener like blade (+4 Attack)
- Warrior Dress: a dress used by female warriors (+2 Defense)
- Cloak: a hooded cloak good for warmth or not letting any one know who you are (+1 Defense)
- Leather Boots: basic leather boots (+1 Defense)
- Bandanna: a bandanna which can cover the head or be used as a head band (+1 Defense)
- Leather Gloves: Light gloves for any occasion (+1 Defense)
- Ring of Protection: This ring helps protect you by putting a small magical force field around your body invisible to all eyes (Bonus: +4 Magic Defense, +2 Defense)
- Magic Earrings: these earrings increase magic power of any one who wears them (Bonus: +2 Magic Defense, +4 Magic)
Gold: [/u] 0
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