Post by Gilraen of Dorthonion on Aug 19, 2007 14:17:36 GMT -5
Name: Gilraen Gatheidl of Dorthonion
Age: 4572
Personality: She's rather aloof and likes to be alone. She likes peace and quiet. She talks quietly with her friends while they are toghether, reminicsing of times past. She doesn't like battle and war. She plays the piano and sings in elvish when she is sad.
Skin Color: Quite pale
Eye Color: Large soulful grey eyes.
Hair Color: She has very pale blonde long hair that goes down to her waist.
Clothing: Mostly dresses, prefering pale colours. When she goes riding she wears blouses and skirts. Her favourite dress is white with silver hemming. Her clothes are always clean, thanks to a Everlasting Clean Spell. When she wears jewelry it is always silver.
Race: Elf
Class: Sorceress
Where you are from: Dorthonion
Friends: Earwen and Galadriel
Family: Galadriel is her sister, and Earwen is as well
History: She rules with her sister Earwen over the land of Dorthonion, which is quite large and resides about 5000 leagues South-East of Rohan. She is not as powerful a sorceress as Galadriel, but she is still quite skilled in Elvish Magic. She plays piano quite well. Her sister Earwen is her closest friend. Her greatest fear is that someone will torture or kill her sisters. She has never married or fallen in love and she doesn't intend to. The only time she would ever use any Dark Magic is if someone or something threatened her sisters or her kingdom.
Roleplay Example: Gilraen gazed out the window at her kingdom. Many elves were down in the square below. She shook her head sadly, causing her hair to flow around her shoulders, like a waterfall around a ledge jutting out from the precipice. Her people below knew nothing of the danger she had seen coming. She had not told her sisters that she had seen danger coming, but had sought a meeting with them that was to take place later that day. She was quite sure Galadriel already knew of it, but dreaded seeing the look on Earwen's face later. There was a battle coming, she knew it. Many would die, and many would live in grief, as it always was with battles. If one of the dead was her beloved younger sister, Earwen, or older sister, Galadriel, she wouldn't be able to bear it. A pearly tear dropped from her pale cheek, and shattered like a diamond dropped from great heights, scattering it's many fragments over the marble floor, coming to a halt and laying there, shining in the sun.
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Name: Nathoran
Age: 4
Color: White
Species: Horse
Other: Stallion
Owner: Gilraen Gatheidl of Dorthonion
Age: 4572
Personality: She's rather aloof and likes to be alone. She likes peace and quiet. She talks quietly with her friends while they are toghether, reminicsing of times past. She doesn't like battle and war. She plays the piano and sings in elvish when she is sad.
Skin Color: Quite pale
Eye Color: Large soulful grey eyes.
Hair Color: She has very pale blonde long hair that goes down to her waist.
Clothing: Mostly dresses, prefering pale colours. When she goes riding she wears blouses and skirts. Her favourite dress is white with silver hemming. Her clothes are always clean, thanks to a Everlasting Clean Spell. When she wears jewelry it is always silver.
Race: Elf
Class: Sorceress
Where you are from: Dorthonion
Friends: Earwen and Galadriel
Family: Galadriel is her sister, and Earwen is as well
History: She rules with her sister Earwen over the land of Dorthonion, which is quite large and resides about 5000 leagues South-East of Rohan. She is not as powerful a sorceress as Galadriel, but she is still quite skilled in Elvish Magic. She plays piano quite well. Her sister Earwen is her closest friend. Her greatest fear is that someone will torture or kill her sisters. She has never married or fallen in love and she doesn't intend to. The only time she would ever use any Dark Magic is if someone or something threatened her sisters or her kingdom.
Roleplay Example: Gilraen gazed out the window at her kingdom. Many elves were down in the square below. She shook her head sadly, causing her hair to flow around her shoulders, like a waterfall around a ledge jutting out from the precipice. Her people below knew nothing of the danger she had seen coming. She had not told her sisters that she had seen danger coming, but had sought a meeting with them that was to take place later that day. She was quite sure Galadriel already knew of it, but dreaded seeing the look on Earwen's face later. There was a battle coming, she knew it. Many would die, and many would live in grief, as it always was with battles. If one of the dead was her beloved younger sister, Earwen, or older sister, Galadriel, she wouldn't be able to bear it. A pearly tear dropped from her pale cheek, and shattered like a diamond dropped from great heights, scattering it's many fragments over the marble floor, coming to a halt and laying there, shining in the sun.
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Name: Nathoran
Age: 4
Color: White
Species: Horse
Other: Stallion
Owner: Gilraen Gatheidl of Dorthonion
