Nora Erulissë

[|Nora|]

]Full Name: Nora Erullissë

Other name: Nora

Race: Human

Side: Varden

Birthplace: Unknown, but raised in Ceris of Du Weldenvarden

Age: 18

Gender: female

Birthday: 1/17

Eyes: Emerald

Hair: Auburn

Weight: 138lbs

Height: 5'5"

Magic User: No

Preferred Weapon(s): Her Sword. A beautiful, leaf blade forged by the elves themself.

Appearance:

Shoulder length hair of lush quality. She is average height for a human woman and her physique is well proportioned. Ample breast fill her, short, white tunic, which in splendor is trimmed with gold thread in floral design around the neck and collar. Her sleeves are cropped just short of her elbow with a long, leaf like point narrowing from the tailored excess length that hangs even when the inclination of her forearms are slight. Her leggings are leather and brown. Silver armor adorns above her casual attire. Segmented into: an Iron corset with slightly elevated shoulder plates. Gauntlets glorified with intricate fire patterns. Her armor for her legs stop short of her knees with a custom made joint, embracing the ball of her knee; however, also embellished with fire patterns alike her gauntlets. Her shins clad in light set armor that reach up to the rest of her leg armor. When bending or crouching the disjoined armor is more obvious. Her lower armor is different from the upper by being layered like dragon scales. Gloves and boots are simple thick leathers of brownish hue.

Likes: Dragons, creatures, nature, magic, freedom

Dislikes: Battle (but does what she must with out fear), cowardly people, trickery, vandalism, control freaks

Strengths: Strong willed, ok with sword fighting, intelligent, strategic.

Weakness: Mind attacks/defense, Not good without a weapon, can not use magic

Family: Deceased ancestory


Not-So-Brief History:

Nora was born amid an unnamed place where her memory is fragmented and unattainable. She was brought to Du Weldenvarden by one of her parents, whom she knew nothing of. She was raised within Ceris where an unexpectedly hidden egg was kept safeguarded by the elves. Within the small, chosen building for safe keeps, laid a white dragon egg marbled with grays and blues. The elves cherished their treasure. They had kept it safe for hundreds of years waiting for the egg to hatch for a potential rider. They would allow people only born within Du Weldenvarden; however, Nora may not have been born there, but being brought forth to the elves to raise her was just the same to them. Nora was unaware of the dragon egg, though in her teachings through out her time there; she knew of the dragon riders and often imagine herself upon a dragon, saving everyone she loved and finding her true parents. She was raised by a young elven woman with silver hair named, Raina. In her years of youth, Nora pretended to fight all evil and take care of her imaginary dragon. Raina taught Nora about the long ago fall of the Riders and the evil king Galbatorix. She elaborated about many things outside of Du Weldenvarden as well as in. Nora had always been awe struck by the elves and had been thankful for their kindness; however, Nora felt a prolonged pull from outside the enchanted forest. She knew she didn't belong there and as she grew both in age and thought so did the tug to the outer world.

Nora grew restless with her studies and her temper grew ever short with others. She felt the ache when she traveled to other parts of Du Weldenvarden and the rest of the elves treated her differently. Not in a bad way, but different. Nora wanted to leave, but as her somberness expanded in her mind, Raina decided to talk with her. A certainty of unknown causes had occurred to the elven woman. She sat with Nora in her tree house and spoke with her of the Varden. She told her that forces were needed to spite against the evil king. Nora was uncertain of the fighting, but she knew she wanted to leave for the army. Nora wanted to put this enchanted forest behind her, for now. Raina understood Nora's need for other humans and with a somberness of her own, grabbed Nora a sword. Raina spent the better part of her months training Nora for battle, to steady her mind when in the midst of a fray. Nora was not quite as fast as an elf, but she would do. When the time came, Nora gathered her things and departed with Raina, who took it upon herself to deliver Nora into the hands of the Varden with out harm and, because Nora knew nothing of the outside world. Two other elves accompanied them both male by the names of Rimedur, and Arbellason. The small group left on horse back and the travel granted few breaks and it weathered the group much.

It took several days for Nora and her company to arrive at the Varden and they were in mildly good condition, but not bad either. Nora, young and only slightly trained must try to survive the relentless shed of blood and dangerous arms of the Empire's army. Nora will not lightly give up.





Anything extra:

Roleplay Sample

Of all the years that flew over his head along with the tide of ashen clouds he knew that somehow deep down she would be in hell. He had seen her once, but she had disappeared and again with his unbeating heart. Vanished behind the tapestry of steam that billowed with every geyser. Kenji knew no specifics and even with all the eternal time he had, he still had none to spare for an engaging hunt. A snarl of detest contorted his thick, whiskered mug, baring his long, sharpened incisors briefly to the world before their saliva coated gloss was intervened once more by the chapped flesh of his labrums. Kenji deeply regretted not dashing away into the abyss of red mist an ash, but with the blunder of death trembling the air he could do nothing more than obey his command and steadily edge forward on timid ground. Black singed daggers drove into the dust with chipped an sharp edges much like poorly maintained machetes. The tender flesh of hell could not hold a candle to his striking weaponry, the clash of their violent, rapid collisions echoing with top notch resonance. It was needless to say that the demon was charging with his potential throttle, lacerating the terrain vehemently with his weight/power. Caidas was on speed dial and the phone was calling for his dire attention so hastily the 18hh power house seated with loyalty was answering the baying call. Noncontributing breaths jetted from his bleeding sinuses and his sides stretched with deep inhalation. Sulfur and burnt flesh smell ran across his snout with its foulness, choking him slightly, but used to it was he because not only was it the air he breathed, but it was the life he lived. Practically not disturbed the hellion tipped his colossal pate. Black tangling tendrils festooning themselves on the large curved horns adorning his head, the ram horns reflecting the red glow of hell with their shiny enamel and ridged surfaces. Kenji peered through his mangled forelock, spying through the ebony wires for a distant figure on the dim horizon. Nothing came within sight, so with a raucous of a snort the behemoth continued to lash out at the ground with his titanium weapons kicking up the dust with his obliging power. Soon dust under toe transformed dramatically into rock with a flourish of loud clacks. One by one his feet abused the ground with the hunger of his stride. Distances were swallowed alive with his long gait until it seemed he was racing the clouds above. Steadily, but efficiently he over took each writhing mist clump. Finally a shadow grew ahead of him, long horns protruding the image along with the wet flap of loose skins. Kenji pulled back his thick, athletic appendages until he was skidding to a rough stop. Nostrils flared, vacuuming the decaying cologne that radiated from Caidas. His black form chiseled with powerful muscle was gradually being skinned by time, but the attire suited one for being Satan.

Kenji's loud clip clops were embarrassingly loud, but with full honesty he could care less if his foot steps were loud in one's ears. He was a weighted stallion with a license to be a loud stepper. " Caidas... " His voice pushed forward trailed with a slip of the skull as his body neared then stopped at an angle, facing his commander. Outlets stretched up on their seams, pushing up and out from the sea of his tangled tresses. Red occuli scanning his charred form with a serious wonder. He had known that the apocalyptic plot to overthrow the graces of god and cast the world under his shadow had failed miserably and the equine birthed had been nothing more than a weak, sniveling whelp that could barely take on the responsibility to drink. Kenji looked off into the distance with a disappointed flicker amid his gaze. The brat should've been killed for being such a weakling, a spawn from hell should never be so useless and it was within rights to say that the kid did not even deserve the title 'Spawn from Hell'. The child would die with out mercy when the time for ruling the world comes. Quietly his gaze was adverted back to quaintly regard Caidas. His own disappointment seemed mirrored by the lord of shadows. Kenji knew that he must be ten times more pissed about the kid and his plan... Kenji gave a faint nod, understanding, but not another word crossed his lips when he turned his attention on where he had come from. He looked for approaching souls. A speck was met with the narrowed pupil of his eye. Someone else was on the way.

A post from another site, but this was a long time ago I can't guarantee that my future rps will be like this one but if you need a sample of me rping ON HERE then let me know, It'll be a slow progress, but I can whip one up.



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