Post by Nostariel Lyvianthe on Feb 12, 2007 14:13:15 GMT -5
((Are there any empire riders open?))
General
Username: Arry
Character Name: Nostariel Lyvianthe
Character Age: A little older than nineteen, perhaps nearning her twenties.
Race of Character: [/u] Half elf, I hope that's okay, if not, I'll change it.
Side[Empire/Varden/Neutral]: Empire
Physical Description
Clothing: Breeches of a thick cotton material that is a dark brown in color, bordering black.
The soles of her boots that she wears are leather, stained to match the color of the greave that carries up the rest of the boot, crafted as to so she may bend and run easily, ending just short of her knees.
A thick leather belt rests gently about her slender hips, with a sheath tied to the left for her sword, which is a light metal, with a entricatly designed hilt. It looks somthing of elven design, with its slim, light features, yet probably of human make. This sword was given to her on her fifteenth birthday by Grayhall. There are also a few more loops along the belt in case she would need to tie on other such accessories. The belt is closed off with an iron buckle so she may vary the sizes about her hips.
A rawhide (leather) top, woven in a criss-crossed fashion makes her shirt, ending just short of the bottom of her ribs, leaving her abdominal region bare.
Chest plating is placed on her upper body, a diamond shaped crest forming the center with the imperial crest design welded into the front. The chest plating does not pass her shoulders, leaving leverage for archery, climbing, and other such athletic tasks, yet leaves enough protection if needed.
Gauntlets cover her forearms, starting at the wrists and ending just short of the elbows. They are a simple enough piece, no inscriptions, yet a few scratches. The gauntlets themselves are a dark steel color, silver with a brushed smoky gray to the metal working, matching the chest plating and boots she wears.
An opaque gray cloak lays over her shoulders when she does travel, which is worn slightly from use and has a dark crimson Imperial Insignia on the back.
General Description: Nostariel is tall, slender and lithe. Sandy blonde tresses cascade slightly past her shoulders. Her appearance is slightly different then normal, with a sort of agile, feline grace about the woman’s movements and features. Nostariel’s skin is fair of color, yet is tanned from the years of exposure to the sun. Her nose is rounded at the tip, and she has a jaw that is proud and pronounced. Her eyes are slightly angled, and are a prominent almond shape, with high arced brows that curve above the deep dual eyes, giving a sort of fierce demeanor; but perhaps the most odd things about her eyes are the color. Her left eye is the deepest of emeralds, with lime tints that are woven into the vast forests of green, yet, Unlike her left eye, her right eye is a deep sapphire blue, with lighter tones that seems to drown in it’s depths like the crystal shallows of the caribbean. Her ears, oddly, are slightly angled, Not as signifigant as an elf’s at all, most likely a birth defect of some sort. Yet despite her “Proud” features, everything is defined with a soft, sort of beatific feel.
The young dam is usually found wearing breeches of a thick cotton material that is a dark brown in color, bordering black. The soles of her boots that she wears are leather, stained to match the color of the greave that carries up the rest of the boot, crafted as to so she may bend and run easily, ending just short of her knees. A thick leather belt rests gently about her slender hips, with a sheath tied to the left for her sword, which is a light metal, with a entricatly designed hilt. It looks somthing of elven design, with its slim, light features, yet probably of human make. This sword was given to her on her fifteenth birthday by Grayhall. There are also a few more loops along the belt in case she would need to tie on other such accessories. The belt is closed off with an iron buckle so she may vary the sizes about her hips. A rawhide (leather) top, woven in a criss-crossed fashion makes her shirt, ending just short of the bottom of her ribs, leaving her abdominal region bare. Chest plating is placed on her upper body, a diamond shaped crest forming the center with the imperial crest design welded into the front. The chest plating does not pass her shoulders, leaving leverage for archery, climbing, and other such athletic tasks, yet leaves enough protection if needed.
Gauntlets cover the forearms of this strange maiden, starting at the wrists and ending just short of the elbows. They are a simple enough piece, no inscriptions, yet a few scratches. The gauntlets themselves are a dark steel color, silver with a brushed smoky gray to the metal working, matching the chest plating and boots she wears. An opaque gray cloak lays over her shoulders when she does travel, which is worn slightly from use and has a dark crimson Imperial Insignia on the back.
Weapons Carried: A sword, with the name of Rhovanion, meaning wild; which is a light metal, with a entricatly designed hilt. It looks somthing of elven design, with its slim, light features, yet probably of human make. This sword was given to her on her fifteenth birthday by Grayhall.
A bow, light and made of ash. It wood is polished and stained a dark color, bordering black. There's slight engravings along the length of the bow and the string is strong and thick, able to bend with her pull.
Sometimes a few daggers are tucked into her belt or hidden in her boots.
Skills and Weaknesses
preferred weapon Sword.
Weapon Skills: Sword and bow
Other Skills: She runs quite fast.
Weaknesses: She /hate/s bugs..
Her past sometimes rules her emotions.
And fire, Due to her past experiences she hates fire.
Other
Personality: Nostariel has a fiery spirit, Something that might border stubborn in a situation. Yet despite her exotic qualities she tends to keep a timid composure, watching instead of speaking outright. Logic tends to rule most of her qualities, being battle trained as she was, yet on rare occasions she might get a bit rash. She minds her surroundings well, yet there is a sorrow that fills her eyes, a past that dominates her present, yet she tends to leave that behind her.
There are times when she wishes to talk, yet tends to stay quiet in such situations, in a sort of observant state. Her sharp mind and quick reflexes tend to put her a little on edge at times yet other then that she is a warm, kind soul, Despite the Empire she represents. Yet evil, would be an overused term. As the king had welcomed her into his arms, she believes the king a “Kind” man, and his Empire a necessary system to keep order. At first meeting she may seem a bit closed, and cautious yet she eventually warms up. She’s a bit quick to laughter, yet if you do somehow get to her heart; such bonds shall leave you with a fiercly loyal friend for life. Yet her trust is often displaced and with a cause she is not suited for. Yet despite her strong, hard, outer core, if someone were to strike a string the outcome would be a confusing mixture of emotions and loyalties; One to truly test the strength of the young dam.
(I'll probably add more once I get to develop her character a bit more, First time with Nos ^^))
Any other details:
Family: She once had a twin brother who died when she was just a small child. Her mother too, died on that same, horrific day. Her father, though, Is still a mystery. He left her mother when she had just gotten pregnant with the two, or was it she who left him? Her mother rarely spoke about her lover, and never got the time to explain it anyway.
History: Nostariel was born on a late winter evening in the city of Kuasta, located in a nook of the spine in the South-Western half of Alagaësia. She lived the first five years of her life contently, with her twin brother Arthion, and mother, Faelwen. It was a winter morning that her life began to take a dramatic turn. Kuasta was attacked by the Empire, A bloody battle between the Varden and Gallbatorix’s troops. Kuasta, unfortunately was thrown right between them.
Amdist the chaos and havoc, Arthion, and her mother perished. Nostariel escaped her ruined home, stumbling into the garden in grief. It was there, a few hours later, when the battle had ended that Lieutenant Grayhall found the young girl. Curious, and empathetic, he took her in his arms to bring her to Uru’Baen. To give her a new life, a new hope.
For the next fourteen years of her life, she trained with the young Lieutenant who eventually grew from the young man he was to a mature middle aging man. Being accepted in the Castle her quarters resided there, yet more times then most she trained in the grounds with the young lieutenant. Soon, the frail five year old had blossomed into a young adult. Training with both sword and bow, she became skilled with both and in the hard training she endured started to match her swordsman tutor, yet more so often he would win over, for indeed he was more trained. Yet despite this fact, she was still strong, both in mind and body and the two would often become a spectacle of awe as their bodies and swords weaved in a twirling dance of death.
Yet despite the hard training she does go through, there are some times she uses for leisure; Strolling the courtyards, the streets of Uru’Baen, or it has even been reported that she treks to DuWeldenvarden, yet the purposes are only known to her. Most likely to fill a lost longing in her heart.
And there my friends is where our story leaves off, in the Desolate region of Uru’Baen, where Nostariel Lyvianthe is homed, and where hope triumphs over all war and pestilence and spite. Even the weakest of things as scarce as hope might be; Can grow, with a bit of faith.-d-
(may add more..Yet for now it's done))
General
Username: Arry
Character Name: Nostariel Lyvianthe
Character Age: A little older than nineteen, perhaps nearning her twenties.
Race of Character: [/u] Half elf, I hope that's okay, if not, I'll change it.
Side[Empire/Varden/Neutral]: Empire
Physical Description
Clothing: Breeches of a thick cotton material that is a dark brown in color, bordering black.
The soles of her boots that she wears are leather, stained to match the color of the greave that carries up the rest of the boot, crafted as to so she may bend and run easily, ending just short of her knees.
A thick leather belt rests gently about her slender hips, with a sheath tied to the left for her sword, which is a light metal, with a entricatly designed hilt. It looks somthing of elven design, with its slim, light features, yet probably of human make. This sword was given to her on her fifteenth birthday by Grayhall. There are also a few more loops along the belt in case she would need to tie on other such accessories. The belt is closed off with an iron buckle so she may vary the sizes about her hips.
A rawhide (leather) top, woven in a criss-crossed fashion makes her shirt, ending just short of the bottom of her ribs, leaving her abdominal region bare.
Chest plating is placed on her upper body, a diamond shaped crest forming the center with the imperial crest design welded into the front. The chest plating does not pass her shoulders, leaving leverage for archery, climbing, and other such athletic tasks, yet leaves enough protection if needed.
Gauntlets cover her forearms, starting at the wrists and ending just short of the elbows. They are a simple enough piece, no inscriptions, yet a few scratches. The gauntlets themselves are a dark steel color, silver with a brushed smoky gray to the metal working, matching the chest plating and boots she wears.
An opaque gray cloak lays over her shoulders when she does travel, which is worn slightly from use and has a dark crimson Imperial Insignia on the back.
General Description: Nostariel is tall, slender and lithe. Sandy blonde tresses cascade slightly past her shoulders. Her appearance is slightly different then normal, with a sort of agile, feline grace about the woman’s movements and features. Nostariel’s skin is fair of color, yet is tanned from the years of exposure to the sun. Her nose is rounded at the tip, and she has a jaw that is proud and pronounced. Her eyes are slightly angled, and are a prominent almond shape, with high arced brows that curve above the deep dual eyes, giving a sort of fierce demeanor; but perhaps the most odd things about her eyes are the color. Her left eye is the deepest of emeralds, with lime tints that are woven into the vast forests of green, yet, Unlike her left eye, her right eye is a deep sapphire blue, with lighter tones that seems to drown in it’s depths like the crystal shallows of the caribbean. Her ears, oddly, are slightly angled, Not as signifigant as an elf’s at all, most likely a birth defect of some sort. Yet despite her “Proud” features, everything is defined with a soft, sort of beatific feel.
The young dam is usually found wearing breeches of a thick cotton material that is a dark brown in color, bordering black. The soles of her boots that she wears are leather, stained to match the color of the greave that carries up the rest of the boot, crafted as to so she may bend and run easily, ending just short of her knees. A thick leather belt rests gently about her slender hips, with a sheath tied to the left for her sword, which is a light metal, with a entricatly designed hilt. It looks somthing of elven design, with its slim, light features, yet probably of human make. This sword was given to her on her fifteenth birthday by Grayhall. There are also a few more loops along the belt in case she would need to tie on other such accessories. The belt is closed off with an iron buckle so she may vary the sizes about her hips. A rawhide (leather) top, woven in a criss-crossed fashion makes her shirt, ending just short of the bottom of her ribs, leaving her abdominal region bare. Chest plating is placed on her upper body, a diamond shaped crest forming the center with the imperial crest design welded into the front. The chest plating does not pass her shoulders, leaving leverage for archery, climbing, and other such athletic tasks, yet leaves enough protection if needed.
Gauntlets cover the forearms of this strange maiden, starting at the wrists and ending just short of the elbows. They are a simple enough piece, no inscriptions, yet a few scratches. The gauntlets themselves are a dark steel color, silver with a brushed smoky gray to the metal working, matching the chest plating and boots she wears. An opaque gray cloak lays over her shoulders when she does travel, which is worn slightly from use and has a dark crimson Imperial Insignia on the back.
Weapons Carried: A sword, with the name of Rhovanion, meaning wild; which is a light metal, with a entricatly designed hilt. It looks somthing of elven design, with its slim, light features, yet probably of human make. This sword was given to her on her fifteenth birthday by Grayhall.
A bow, light and made of ash. It wood is polished and stained a dark color, bordering black. There's slight engravings along the length of the bow and the string is strong and thick, able to bend with her pull.
Sometimes a few daggers are tucked into her belt or hidden in her boots.
Skills and Weaknesses
preferred weapon Sword.
Weapon Skills: Sword and bow
Other Skills: She runs quite fast.
Weaknesses: She /hate/s bugs..
Her past sometimes rules her emotions.
And fire, Due to her past experiences she hates fire.
Other
Personality: Nostariel has a fiery spirit, Something that might border stubborn in a situation. Yet despite her exotic qualities she tends to keep a timid composure, watching instead of speaking outright. Logic tends to rule most of her qualities, being battle trained as she was, yet on rare occasions she might get a bit rash. She minds her surroundings well, yet there is a sorrow that fills her eyes, a past that dominates her present, yet she tends to leave that behind her.
There are times when she wishes to talk, yet tends to stay quiet in such situations, in a sort of observant state. Her sharp mind and quick reflexes tend to put her a little on edge at times yet other then that she is a warm, kind soul, Despite the Empire she represents. Yet evil, would be an overused term. As the king had welcomed her into his arms, she believes the king a “Kind” man, and his Empire a necessary system to keep order. At first meeting she may seem a bit closed, and cautious yet she eventually warms up. She’s a bit quick to laughter, yet if you do somehow get to her heart; such bonds shall leave you with a fiercly loyal friend for life. Yet her trust is often displaced and with a cause she is not suited for. Yet despite her strong, hard, outer core, if someone were to strike a string the outcome would be a confusing mixture of emotions and loyalties; One to truly test the strength of the young dam.
(I'll probably add more once I get to develop her character a bit more, First time with Nos ^^))
Any other details:
Family: She once had a twin brother who died when she was just a small child. Her mother too, died on that same, horrific day. Her father, though, Is still a mystery. He left her mother when she had just gotten pregnant with the two, or was it she who left him? Her mother rarely spoke about her lover, and never got the time to explain it anyway.
History: Nostariel was born on a late winter evening in the city of Kuasta, located in a nook of the spine in the South-Western half of Alagaësia. She lived the first five years of her life contently, with her twin brother Arthion, and mother, Faelwen. It was a winter morning that her life began to take a dramatic turn. Kuasta was attacked by the Empire, A bloody battle between the Varden and Gallbatorix’s troops. Kuasta, unfortunately was thrown right between them.
Amdist the chaos and havoc, Arthion, and her mother perished. Nostariel escaped her ruined home, stumbling into the garden in grief. It was there, a few hours later, when the battle had ended that Lieutenant Grayhall found the young girl. Curious, and empathetic, he took her in his arms to bring her to Uru’Baen. To give her a new life, a new hope.
For the next fourteen years of her life, she trained with the young Lieutenant who eventually grew from the young man he was to a mature middle aging man. Being accepted in the Castle her quarters resided there, yet more times then most she trained in the grounds with the young lieutenant. Soon, the frail five year old had blossomed into a young adult. Training with both sword and bow, she became skilled with both and in the hard training she endured started to match her swordsman tutor, yet more so often he would win over, for indeed he was more trained. Yet despite this fact, she was still strong, both in mind and body and the two would often become a spectacle of awe as their bodies and swords weaved in a twirling dance of death.
Yet despite the hard training she does go through, there are some times she uses for leisure; Strolling the courtyards, the streets of Uru’Baen, or it has even been reported that she treks to DuWeldenvarden, yet the purposes are only known to her. Most likely to fill a lost longing in her heart.
And there my friends is where our story leaves off, in the Desolate region of Uru’Baen, where Nostariel Lyvianthe is homed, and where hope triumphs over all war and pestilence and spite. Even the weakest of things as scarce as hope might be; Can grow, with a bit of faith.-d-
(may add more..Yet for now it's done))