Amanes Memorystalker---Done
Jan 1, 2012 11:39:18 GMT -5
Post by Kathena on Jan 1, 2012 11:39:18 GMT -5
Amanes Memorystalker
Amanes= beautiful heart
Other name(s): She is sometimes just called Memorystalker, or her close friends and family members call her Ama.
Race: Elven Rider
Side: The Varden
Birthplace: Ellesmera in Du Weldenvarden
Age: 114 years old
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 21st
Eyes: A bright, chocolate brown
Hair: A curly dark blond
Weight: 128 lb.
Height: 5' 6"
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Amanes loves to use a sword in battle. She feels as if daggers are too small, bows take too much time to set up, spears you must go and fetch after you use, and staffs are just not worth using. A sword is the perfect weapon for every fight.
Her sword's known name is Arget Undir, which literally means "Silver Leaves". It's named because of the iron leaves carved into the silver handle of the sword. It has a silver blade too, with gold leaves running down the side of the blade. It's a pretty sword, that's one of the reasons Amanes likes it so much.
Appearance: Amanes looks like many other elves, but slightly different at the same time. She is quite slim, and she is rather tall as well. Her skin is a light peach, pale but flushed with color. Her bones are not thick, but thin and fragile. She walks in a graceful way, taking her time. Where ever she goes, she holds her head up high and always has a thin smile upon her rosy red lips. She usually looks confident and joyful.
Her cheek bones look like anyother elves' and her eyes are shaped perfectly. She eye brows are thin, and her lips and cheeks are a rosy red. Amanes's nose is slightly pointed, and her ears are pointed as well.
Memorystalker's eyes are a clam milky brown eyes are soothing, and gaze is filled with happiness, but the despair that she has left in the past left them sorrowful as well. When she rides on her dragon the sorrow just seems to disappear. They make her eyes glitter with joy. Amanes's eyes are an interesting sight, but they're beautiful anyway.
Her hair is a dark blond, almost dirty blond. It's curly, and it bounces up and down when she soars on her dragon. It's long enough to touch her lower shoulder blades, and it would probably go even long if it wasn't so curly. Even though it is a darker blond, it has pale blond hightlights in it.
Amanes's favorite thing to wear is a thick green blouse with a light green skirt. She also wears brown leather boots. We almost always keeps her sword sheathed at her side. She something like to wear her armor around, just for the fun of it.
Personality: Amanes is a kind elf with a good heart. Sher loves to try to help others feel better when they are down. Everything about her is joyful, except for her past. She has no idea what happened to her family, which makes her seem to be filled with sorrow even in her best mood. Her dragon, Nystia, cheers her up. Nystia knows nothing of her parents at all, and she doesn't really care either. It makes her mind more at peace. She hates war. There is nothing on earth that would make her want to kill, want to fight. The only upside of war is testing her swordsmanship. She loves to spar with the fellow Varden members in her free time. She's not have bad either, but Nystia jokes around, saying that Amanes is no match for her. She they spar too, it isn't nessesarily sparring, for the purple dragon uses her claws and teeth, but yet they find it a fun way to pass the time.
---Likes: Amanes is fond of many things, including dragons. She has always admired them and their gracefulness and strength. She also loves magic and swordsmanship because those are the weapons she uses in battle or sparring. She also likes the Varden, for that is the side in the war she choice, therefor she also adores freedom and friendship. She has always loved being in a group of elves as friends, and she enjoys loyalty. She also likes peace, and memories. Memories open new doors, and make your life specail and interesting. She thinks all creatures are great, but werecats are interesting to her, for her adopted sister was one.
---Dislikes: Amanes hates slavery, for it is a cruel thing one no should ever go through. That is also why she dislikes the Empire because of the horrid things they have done. She also doesn't like Urgals. She does not think they are that bad, but she is uncomforable with the idea of a creature that formerly to work for an enemy as an ally.
---Strengths: Amanes is very well trained in swordsmanship, for she had 114 years to train. She is also farely good at magic, although she can only do three spells all most perfectly. She also has intellegence and agility which can be useful at times.
---Weakness: Amanes thinks slowing, and that slow thinking can be a weakness in battle. Sometimes she hesitates before she strikes in battle, which can get her wounded. Memories of her past make her sorrowful, and it isn't something she prefers to remember. She has many other weakness as well, some including stumbling when she walks or bad blocking in swordsmanship.
Family:
Father: Larail the hunter (dead)
Mother: Azahel (life of tears)
Adopted family: Silis Korro - sister (Blackwalker)
Not-So-Brief History: As a young elf Amanes kept to herself. She preferred to stay home and help her mother out around the house. Azahel enjoyed her daughter spending time with her, but she got worried for Amanes. She was too unisociel. Amanes sent all her time doing this, until she was 14.
Amanes found a joy in reading for 13 year after that. She liked reading about magic and adventure. On her 13th year of loving to read she found out something quite strange about herself. She could do magic. So for 12 more years Amanes spent her time locked inside her room, practicing magic. She would borrow any scroll or book about the Ancient Language that she could get her hands on. But she couldn't learn much without a teacher. All she was able to learn and prefect "brisingr" and "druamr kopa". She loved druamr kopa. the only other person who knew that she could do magic was her mother, who she loved to contact from her room with the dream stare spell.
One day her mother who tired of Amanes staying in her room all day, so she talked her daughter to get some fresh air and she met five elves around her age. They had all known each other for awhile, but they were willing to except Amanes into their group. From then on she sent her days goofing off in the forest outside of Ellesmera with them. Their names were Anserae, Cyen, Dubuer, Shemus, and Verque. They all had unusually names, but they were all friends, good friends. They didn't do much in the forest. One of the things they did was gossip. About things that were happening in Ellesmera, and all the other cities in Du Weldenvarden. they would even gossip about things that happened all over Argetlam. Anserae and Dubuer were both male, but they seemed to enjoy gossiping most of all. Dubuer was close to the son of someone that knew the queen of the elves. They got most of their info from him. They also liked to dream and pretend. Dream about being different people, dream about living in other worlds. Ones with no magic, and ones with much more magic with their own. They pretended that they were humans, draves, urgals, dragons, werecats, Ra'zacs, anyone but themselves. They pretended they were part of the Empire or the Varden and had little battles againest themselves. She spent most of her life doing this. It was fasinating to Amanes, to dream and pretend to be something she never would. And one of the elves, Dubuer, could also preform magic. The other four of them watched as Dubuer taught Amnes some of the spell he knew. He knew many more then her, but she only remembers one of them to this day. The spell that helps you look into someone's mind. They worked on this one together the most. She enjoyed learning of other's pasts so much she was called Memorystalker. They were all very close, best friends. But after practicing magic with him, she began to have a crush on him. She spent years 39-111 with her friends in Ellesmera.
Then one morning Amanes woke up to find a black cat staring at her, its emerald green eyes priecing into her. She didn't know what to think of it, the young cat just stared and didn't move unless to follow her with its gaze. Then it turned into a human and Azahel explained she had found the werecat close to Kirtan that morning when she had gone into the woods for a walk. Amanes chose to stay home that day and get to know Silis. Silis Korro had a sad past, with a crazy father who died and a mother who had suffered from a terrible sickness. Silis seemed sorrowful after telling her story so the next day Amanes took Silis to meet her friends. All five of them adored Silis, and they loved having someone that wasn't a elf to hang out with.
A year later Azahel became very ill. Amanes and Silis planned to stay home instead of go and meet their friends in the woods. But Amanes's plans soon changed. Cyen came over to their house and begged Amanes to follow her, sawing there was something she had to try that only an elf or human could do. She didn't want to leave, but Azahel told her to go, but come back soon to see Silis and her again. Getting her mother's approval, she followed Cyen into the clearing in the forest that they usually hang out in. It turns out they had been talking about joining the Varden and wanted Amanes to join them. She was worried about Silis and Azahel, but her friends talked her into going with them. But Anserae didn't want to go. They had to leave him behind. It wasn't something they enjoyed either, but Anserque promised to look after their families. Bidding him a goodbye, they left heading toward the Empire and Surda.
They traveled for along time, because they didn't know really where they were going. When they finally got close to the Varden, some of the Empire's soldiers attacked them. Even though they all had training, it didn't help. It took awhile, but the soldiers killed Cyen, Shemus, Verque, and almost her. But Dubuer gave his life for her's. His last request was that she would run away. Amanes didn't know what to do, but follow his orders. She ran away from the soldiers until she didn't see anyone. She found a place to spend the night and waited there till morning. When morning finally came she left her shelter and went to find the Varden. It didn't take very long, but she was confused and tired. She spent a few days resting until she finally emerged from her tent. The Varden was starting the battle of Belatona. So she helped fight in that battle and she found Silis. They both fought for the Varden in the battle and afterwards they talked about what had happened since they were gone. Then they contacted Anserae and told him about the other dying, he wasn't very happy about it. Then they went for a walk around camp and over heard about the dragon eggs. Amanes was curious, although Silis was not so keen to figure out anything about them, so Amanes went to go investigate.
Dragon Bio
(This is what the dragon would be like when it hatched. It'll happen over time...)
Name: Nystia
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Outside of Belatona
Color: She has Bright Purple Scales
Eye: A Shimmering Yellow
Physical description: Nystia has beautiful purple scales. They shine brightly in the pretty sunlight, and even in the moonlight. The female dragon has spikes down her back, they are a dull biege, but they match her scales. She has light purple horns on the side of her head, and she adores. She has pretty bright yellow eyes that shimmer when she is excited or happy. Nystia has wide, leather wings and the leathery inside part of her wings are a dark violet. Her talons, or claws, are a silvery white and they are unusually sharp, just like her pearly white teeth.
Personality: Nystia is a caring and kind dragon who enjoys being Amanes's dragon. She likes to watch others hunt deer, although Amanes prefers not hunt. She eats meat, but she doesn't hunt. Nystia thinks this is a scatter brained idea. She doesn't like the idea of being forced to fight, she hates to be forced to do anything, but she dreams to fight the Empire. Although, she usually gets beaten when she plays with Amanes. She talks kinda burtal at times, but for the most part Nystia is like her rider, but without the sorrow. Her biggest wish is that she would one day be a grown dragon with Amanes at her side and have a mate. And the almost impossible part of her wish... To fly freely, without the Empire to stop her.
---Strengths: Nystia is intellegent and that can be very useful at times. She is also swift, and loves to try and race Amanes into her tent. Agility can be a great quality as well.
---Weaknesses: Nystia can be fatherly careless because being a hatchling Amanes takes care of her and for now she doesn't seem to have a care in all of the world. She can also be clumsy, for she stumbles around the tent just as Amanes sometimes does.
Was their egg stolen or given to the character by the Varden/Empire or found in the wild?: She was brought to the Varden as an egg and when Amanes went to take a look at her, and after going to she the egg a for a few days it hatched.
Egg History: Nystia was an egg of a slim silver female dragon about 250 years ago. Her father was a light green dragon, whose mother was purple like her egg. She never really wanted to chose a rider, so she stayed in her egg, not knowing about anything else going on outside of the egg shell that she was kept in. It seemed like she would never have gotten a Rider, and she was fine with that, but that would someday change...
Hatchling:
Young Adult/Adult:
Roleplay Sample[/size]
I'm going to roleplay the time Amanes and the four elves got attacked by the Empire soldiers...
"Amanes!" A shocked cry let out from the next hill. "Shemus, what's wrong?" The female elf called to her the short elf. Blinking slowly, she reached towards her sword. Shemus never cried out like that. She was the calm one, and if she ever frieked out something must be really wrong. "There are Empire soldiers coming towards, us... And they don't look very happy," The elf whimped from over the grassy green hill. What have we done wrong? Amanes asked herself curiously. They can't be wanting to hurt us. Can they? "We should join her," Verque muttered under her breath, her silver ax in hand. Verque was a queer, meaning strange, elf. She preferred to fight with an ax instead of a sword. Of course if you asked she would always say something like, "Well, you know, I think it's easier to swing". Even though it's twince as heavey as a sword. She also didn't talk to anyone unless to say they were doing something wrong. "Of course," Amanes whispered, flipping her hair. "Come on." Her green skirt swaying, she began to lead her armed friends down the hill, grass snapping under their feet as they went. s the four elves' eyes peeked over to Shemus, she had her dagger out and she was pointing just over the next hill, where a group of possibly 20 soldier loyal to Galbatorix marched towards them. "Ready your weapons, elves," Dubuer said in a hushed voice. "This might get ugly." At this Amanes, Cyen, Shemus, and Verque shifted their positions uncomfortably. "Oh, cut it out and pay attention. Amanes, you go talk to them," Dubuer ordered, earning an aquirred glance from Amanes. Amanes's chocolate eyes glared at the spellcaster angrily until she finally nodded, her dirty blond curls bouncing. The pale skinned elf gracefully walked over to the other hill and waited there for the soldiers. As the Empire warrior leaded his fellow soldiers, Amanes quickly stuck her sword in it's resting palce in her belt and smiled.
"Hello! WHat do you wish to talk to us for?" She asked, smiling sweetly and batting her eyes with innocence. The warrior glanced at her before snorting and saying, "Well, we saw your friend there," he said, pointing his finger towards Shemus. "We have come to tell you that you are on the Empire territory. Unless you elves wish to join us, you will have to leave strait away." Amanes widened her eyes and grinned. "Is that so? Well, we were just passing through so if you can please move to the side that would be lovely." She replied softly, but the soldier only yelled, "We don't want you coming anywhere near our cities! Warriors, kill them!" Pulling out his sword the human tried to strike Amanes on her forearm as the others raced towards her friends. Using her agility, Amanes quickly unsheathed her sword and blocked the blow, pointing at his mail shirt. "You have to be faster if you wish to hurt an elf. Brisingr!" She shouted smiling as the soldier yowled in pain and grabbed his mail shirt to stop the fire. "I'm very sorry about that." She teased, staring into his eyes. "Slash at me. Come on." The warrior grunted and swung his sword at Amanes's cheek. The elf quickly blocked his strike with her sword, but he lunged his sword over Amanes's and mildly cut her cheek. The dirty blond haired elf let out small squeak and quickly lunged forward, slicing the warrior in the stomach. She took this as a chance to look around, so she quickly glanced around her. About seven soldiers already lied dead on the floor. Only 13 more. She thought to herself, turning back to the soldier who had lifted his sword once more. Hearing, screams around her, Amanes just wanted to get this fight with the warrior over with. Staring into the soldiers eyes, diving into his mind and memories. "Oh, you don't really want to kill me do you? Really?" She asked him, looking at his shocked face. He looked pained. Lets get this over with. She thought sadly. "Awww, I'm so sorry that your wife left you. I'm sure she only feared that you would kill yourself. She probably just wanted to get it over with. but you know, you'll never see her again... Never."
"No."
"Never."
"No, no, no!" The soldier screeched staring off into the distance. Stepping towards him, her sword pointed at his heart. "I'll just end the pain..." Amanes whispered, stabbing the soldier where his heart is, a small tear dripping down her cut cheek. The salty tear stung the wound as she sniffed sadly. I now promise myself I will never fight like this again. She vowed to herself, her sorrowful eyes glancing around for another soldier to fight. Dubuer, Shemus, and Cyen seemed to be doing fine, each only fighting one soldier, but Verque wasn't so lucky. The strange elf was sweating heavily and blood spilled from wounds on her ribs, fore arms, and stomach. Oh, Verque, what have you done now? She asked herself rushing over to Verque and the two soldiers attacking her. Only five left... As she joined the fight with her friend and tried to slash at one of the warriors, she heard a whimper next to her. The two soldiers smirked and dashed over to Cyen and Shemus as Amanes looked down at Verque. She was lying on the ground, her ax sitting a few away from her. "My friend, what have you done?" A weak smile flashed upon the wounded elf's lips. Amanes glanced down at her neck to see a a deep cut in her throat. "Say good bye to Anserae for me..." Verque croaked as her eyes fluttered shut and her chest stopped moving. Amanes cried out in shock at her friends death and glared over at the others. There were only three other soldier left, the two that killed Verque and another, but only two of her friends were left. Dubuer and Cyen stood fighting, but Shemus was turned on her stomach, unmoving. "You three will pay for killing Shemus and Verque!" She yelled as she darted towards her friends and foes. Pointing at the soldier who sent the final blow to Verque and Amanes shouted, "Brisingr!" The soldier yelped and fell to the ground, burning. He didn't look like he would live, but he did one last thing. "If I can't live, neither will she!" he gasped, grabbing Cyen's shirt with his blazing glove. Cyen yell shouted through out the valley as the soldier died. Amanes stared at her with fear in her eyes, but Cyen just shook her head. "Don't worry. It only hurts... alot... Just keep going!" Cyen cried, pointing towards the soldiers. "But, you're going to die," Amanes whimpered. Suddenly, an eerie voice spoke from behind them, "I can stop the pain." A soldier, that somehow got beside Amanes, stabbed Cyen in the stomach. "A-mane-s," Cyen croaked, reaching towards Amanes before she fell to the grass, dead. The pale elf whirled around and growled at the soldier. "You-you fool!" She yelled, lunging forward at the warrior. He only grinned and blocked her attempt. "You fight hard, but say good bye." He said, his voice soft and gentle, but Amanes knew it was deadly. She tried to attack him again, but she was too slow. She gasped as pain exploded in her ribs and she fell onto her back. The soldier had sunk his sword into her side. Amanes shuttered as he withdrew his sword, pain filling her up like venom.
The soldier stood over her, grinning until the smile slowly vanished from his face. Suddenly, the soldier fell backwards and show Dubuer pulling his sword out of the warrior and into it's resting place. "No, Amanes!" He yelled as he dropped to his knees. Amanes manged a weak smile at the one she had a crush on and said, "You couldn't have done anything to save me." Dubuer looked at his friend with sorrow and picked up her sword out of her limp grasp. Putting it into it's home in her belt she replied, "No, but I can fix it." A horrid emotion appeared on Amanes's face as she shouted, "No you can't! You can still go to the Varden and fight for our deaths. You have your whole life ahead of you, and you don't have enough training to heal me without dying!" Dubuer smiled faintly and whispered, "Just close your eyes. You don't even have to watch." Obeying, Amanes shut her milky browne eyes, her skin even more pale then normal. She relaxed she opened her mouth to say good bye, but Dubuer stopped her by whispering, "I half to do this. I can't let someone I like die." Pain, and surprise raced through Amanes's mind. He liked her? He liked her?! All this time, she had secretly crushed on him, thinking he only thought of her as a friend when he liked her?! She was only about to open her eyes to stop him when she felt him inside her head. 'You like me too?' He asked, and sighed. 'I guess this was the best way I could ever die. After this is done, run. And remember, I love you, Amanes Memorystalker.' Suddenly, the wound on her side began to disappear and Dubuer's voice vanished. "No!" She shouted opening her eyes and glancing around franticly. She glanced at her side to see Dubuer's dead body, a small smile on his face. Emotional pain struck her like and sword and she cried out, tears pouring down her eyes. She grabbed his pale hand and closed her eyes sadly. I must run. She thought to herself. One of his last requests was for me to run. Standing up, Amanes beegan to walk away towards the Varden before she turned back to the valley and smiled. I will miss you all forever Cyen, Verque, Shemus, and Dubuer. You will be my friends forever. I don't think I will ever see Anserae again, for who knows what he has done to himself now, but I will find Silis and Azahel. I will tell Silis and we will fight for you four. My forever friends. I will miss you all. She thought, pretending to speak to her friends. As she began to stroll away, she thought, Oh, and I love you Dubuer.
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This is when Amanes and her friends are practicing magic in the forest outside of Ellesmera.
A long log lay in the middle of a small clearing outside of Ellesmera. The tree were gigantic, and the flattened grass was covered in huge oak roots that were cattered around the clearing. A faint hit of sunlight peeked though the dark green oak leaves, shining down on the slim log below. The log was cover in rouge bark, and it was sitting infront of one of the roots. Four elves sat on it, three females and one male, and they seemed quit bored. The first was a strange elf, she had a weird rounded chin. She also had an ax lying next to her on the ground, and she was toying with it with her right hand. The girl elf sitting next to her had dark brown hair and had her legs crossed. She slowly yawned as she twirled her sleek brown hair. The other two elves were whispering to each other, and laughing every once and awhile.
"Are you four just going to sit there, or are you going to watch?" An male elf standing near by asked, annoyed. Sighing, all four of them turning their gaze to Dubuer, the elf standing. "Thank you," Dubuer said happily, whirling around to face the female elf behind him. "Are you ready, Amanes?" He asked her.
"Wait, which spell are we going over again?" Amanes asked, confused.
"Which ever one you want."
"And what am I going to use?"
"There's a patch of grass right there, a mirror over here, and you can use my mind as well. Or if you wish to spar Verque can help." Dubuer replied, pointed to the elf playing with the ax who grinned at the mention of her name.
"Got it."
"Uh huh."
Amanes glanced at the mirror and the patch of grass with her milky brown eyes until she kept her gaze fixed on the patch of grass right infront of Dubuer. The elf took a step back before nodding at his friend. Amanes pointed her right hand at the lush green grass before whispering, "Brisingr." Suddenly, the grass caught fire, and a tin orange flame flickered on the blades of grass. They friends let it burn for a moment before Dubuer lift his boot and stomped on the patch of grass. Amanes looked up at him happily and he managed a small smile.
"What next?" He asked leaning againest the tree root that the log was propped up againest. Amanes pondered on this for a moment before replying, "How about Dream Stare?" She asked looking into Dubuer eyes. Shrugging, he said, "Why not?"
Reaching down, he grabbed the mirror's handle and held it out to Amanes, who slowly took it from his hand and nodded to him in thanks. Staring at the mirror, she brought all of her focus to the silver and aluminum oval in the middle of the pale white wooden frame. "Druamr Kopa," she whispered, her expression unreadiable. She kept her mind focused on her mother, who would be washing the dishes by know.
Suddenly, the silver appearance of the mirror vanished and was replace by bubbles and the ceiling of her house. Then a surprised face appeared in the mirror and smiled at her.
"Hello, Amanes!" Azahel greeted her daughter happily. "What are you doing now?"
"Practicing magic with Dubuer," the female elf responded with a grin.
"Wonderful. Well, I must go darling. I have things I must get done."
Amanes nodded and whispered, "Good bye." Azahel smiled and waved before disappearing, and the mirror went back to its plan appearance.
"Good job," Dubuer interupted. "What now?" Amanes paused for a moment before replying,
"Can we just go back to talking?" She asked getting excited glances from the other four elves.
Dubuer sighed and managed a small smile. "Fine," he whispered.
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1. I'm sorry about the typos!
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