Illori Ravencrest
Jun 30, 2014 0:46:04 GMT -5
Post by aesta on Jun 30, 2014 0:46:04 GMT -5
Full Name:Illori Ravencrest
Other name:
Angel (On the account of the many people she's healed with her 'miracles')
Race: Human
Side:Neutral mostly, a little sympathetic to both sides - sympathetic enough to heal any of the wounded from either sides.
Birthplace:
Belatona
Age:21
Gender:Female
Birthday:
November 18th
Eyes:
Green
Hair:
A light flowing red that's long, reaching all the way down to her back.
Weight:
57kg
Height:
5'8"
Magic User:
To a small degree. The only magic she knows isn't something that'd help her in combat. Mostly it's magic to help relieve pain or to dull a sword or to heal and even then, it's not very strong. Though, she somehow managed to learn how to condense magic into a solid beam of heat - for defensive use only, of course.
Preferred Weapon(s):
When given the choice, Illori would rather walk without a weapon, though she'll carry a rapier with her if she has to. There's only one rapier she keeps by her side, one given to her by her father as a gift. The rapier's ornately decorated and yet surprisingly sharp with a ruby built into the hilt by her father and the rest of the hilt being decorated with gold. Other than this, she would rather prefer throwing condensed and solid beams of heat at her enemies.
Appearance:Illori's frame isn't the bulkiest nor the most heaviest set. Seemingly frail, her body is surprisingly durable - to an extent, of course. Her skin is smooth and rather pale, giving her a sickened look. Her face is angular to a degree giving her an elegant look near enough to a half-elve's but not quite there. Her ears are rounded normally, just like any other human. Her hair is usually set loose in a flurry of locks left to their own device.
Given her pale skin and angular jawline, she is given a rather fierce feature. Though, due to her personality, there's always a smile lighting up that fierce face giving her an open and friendly face. She likes dresses. In fact, she adores them, though she doesn't adore nor love wearing them. She finds that it's rather restricting and so she prefers to wear a white blouse cut short under the shoulder and trousers. In cold weather, she prefers wearing a long, flowing white cloak above a blouse that covers her whole arm.
Personality: Illori's open-minded and always open to opinions. She has a nice open and friendly personality while making sure to not trust anyone she meets. Although she's wary and careful, she doesn't let that control her personality and doesn't attack unpleasantly. Though sometimes it might take awhile to earn her full trust, once she learns she can trust you, she'll be far more open and friendly. She finds herself as a person who values human and non-human lives and expresses that people should love each other rather than hate each other.
Despite her earnest and trusting and loving personality, Illori can and will be very stubborn when her ideas are opposed. Once she gets to know you and becomes acquainted, she will start chattering on about different things in life which she loves and will most probably continue on and on until asked to stop. Her biggest downfall is her pride, though. Even if she knows backing down is the only safe option, she will not back down, even when going on won't be safe.
--->Likes:
Being able to help, peace, her pet Raven(No, Raven's the name - the pet's not a raven, it's a fox
), her family, beauty of nature.
--->Dislikes:
Cruelty, war, hypocrites.
--->Strengths:Agile, fast learner, cunning.
--->Weakness:
Proud, never knows when to back down.
Family:
Mother - 43 - Cain
Father - 46 - Vex
Sister - 17 - Jaderiel
History:
Illori was born and raised in the Empire by her loving and caring father and mother. Her father was a successful jewel-crafter and merchant. They owned a manor in Belatona and thanks to her father's successful job, Illori was able to be raised in a healthy and fun environment. This, also, of course, spoiled her rotten. She got what she wanted, when she wanted. She grew up rapidly and at the age of 3, her sister was born. Illori was surprisingly smart, cunning, and caring even while at a young age. At the age of 9, while wandering in a small nearby forest, she found a fox who had just given birth. The three pups and the poor mother looked like they were in a terrible state and wouldn't last, so Illori gently scooped them all up, heaving with the effort and ran back home. Her father was surprised when she returned and immediately, wasting no time, began scolding her. She ignored him and placed the fox in front of some nutritious food along with fresh water. The fox gulped this all down and was back on her feet in no time, grooming her three pups and feeding them. Illori had smiled and decided to name her favorite pup as Raven, on account of the funny symbol drawn on his forehead that resembled a raven. The foxes had two tails - an extra effect from a magic incident that gave Raven weird powers, one of which being an extended life.
Ever since then, Illori didn't walk anywhere without Raven resting on her shoulder. Illori and her sister spent the next five years playing around in the garden and enjoying a lot of fun. But then, at the age of 14, Illori was summoned by her mother who promptly told her that she was to take lessons to become a 'true' lady under a tutor who would teach her how to dance, how to act, how to walk, how to drink, how to do just about everything. Her sister was soon, in three more years, about to follow in her foot steps. And so, Illori spent a year practicing and soon enough, the tutor was dismissed. Illori was taught how to fight in self-defense and given a rapier from her father for her 16th birthday as she showed interest in them. It had a small, ornate emerald built into the hilt by her father and the rest of the hilt was decorated with gold. She took the gift happily and spent a few months training with it while her sister took her lessons. A year later, though, and nothing would be the same for Illori.
She was out, as usual, in the forest with the ever-loyal Raven happily perched on her shoulder. What they met was not something they expected. A large man with a heavy built two-handed sword and clinking iron armor stood in front of them. He began questioning her and she tried to dodge his questions with her own. With anger written all over his face, he swung his sword and -- Raven gave a little yowl as he was given a small gash as he attempted to disrupt the man's aim and succeeded to an extent. Illori, eyes wide open, scooped Raven in her arms and ran back home, the mad man giving chase. As soon as she arrived into the city, the guards, seeing her being chased by the mad man, immediately lowered the bridge and the other shot a crossbow bolt into the man's chest. The guard grunted and took aim for a second shot, but Illori stepped in front of the man's body.
"Don't shoot! No need to kill him in cold blood. Let me heal him, then you can take him to the jail or whatever. Just don't do this. It's wrong." She said, pain obvious in her voice.
"Illori, your father is an important merchant and a very dear friend of mine. Please don't make me have to shoot you." Came the response.
Illori shook her head, a determined look on her face. The guard sighed and lowered his weapon then retreated into a recline in his chair, leaving Illori to her own device. She immediately spun and knelt next to the man. She grimaced. The bolt had just barely protruded from the back of the man. She broke the part from the back and pulled the arrow out, a long and heavy strip of her own blouse ready. As soon as she removed the arrow, she pressed the cloth into his chest, trying to stem the blood. Raven limped over to her side and rubbed his head on her hand. Illori felt something strange inside her and let it loose in desperation. Magic sprang to her fingers - she could feel it. She remembered a little of words of the Ancient Language which she had read in a book before and began chanting them. Slowly, but surely, the puncture in the man's chest sealed itself shut and Illori stood, panting heavy. She grabbed his arm and began to try to heave him to his feet. She half dragged him back to her father's manor and collapsed as soon as she got inside.
She opened her eyes wearily. She sat up and found Raven looking at her from her feet with concern. The gash on his side had been all stitched up and bandaged. She smiled at him and he, in response, gave her a happy expression. She stood up and immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She shook her head and half stumbled, half walked into the main room of the manor where her parents stood, grim-faced and dead serious. When they saw her, they gasped and ran at her, crushing her in hugs. She laughed.
"It's okay, mom, dad. I'm fine." She said, a smile in her voice and on her face.
Her parents nodded and stood back, her mother sobbing as she retreated to her room and soon enough the sound of snoring emitted into the room they were in. Her father gave her a pat on the shoulder then did the same as her mother. A cheerful smile on Illori's face, she spent the next few years learning a little of the Ancient Language and honing her magic a little. She began healing everyone she could and when the Varden took over, she tried her best to heal them as well, not differentiating between anyone, and healing everyone, therefore earning her the title of "Angel". Soon enough, though, she finally decided it was time to move out. Taking the money she had saved over the past 21 years, enough to buy herself a decent house and sustain her for the rest of her life, she moved out. She lives in Dras-Leona now, making her earnings as an honest nurse and as an inn-keeper.
Password:Nuanen Brisingr
Other name:
Angel (On the account of the many people she's healed with her 'miracles')
Race: Human
Side:Neutral mostly, a little sympathetic to both sides - sympathetic enough to heal any of the wounded from either sides.
Birthplace:
Belatona
Age:21
Gender:Female
Birthday:
November 18th
Eyes:
Green
Hair:
A light flowing red that's long, reaching all the way down to her back.
Weight:
57kg
Height:
5'8"
Magic User:
To a small degree. The only magic she knows isn't something that'd help her in combat. Mostly it's magic to help relieve pain or to dull a sword or to heal and even then, it's not very strong. Though, she somehow managed to learn how to condense magic into a solid beam of heat - for defensive use only, of course.
Preferred Weapon(s):
When given the choice, Illori would rather walk without a weapon, though she'll carry a rapier with her if she has to. There's only one rapier she keeps by her side, one given to her by her father as a gift. The rapier's ornately decorated and yet surprisingly sharp with a ruby built into the hilt by her father and the rest of the hilt being decorated with gold. Other than this, she would rather prefer throwing condensed and solid beams of heat at her enemies.
Appearance:Illori's frame isn't the bulkiest nor the most heaviest set. Seemingly frail, her body is surprisingly durable - to an extent, of course. Her skin is smooth and rather pale, giving her a sickened look. Her face is angular to a degree giving her an elegant look near enough to a half-elve's but not quite there. Her ears are rounded normally, just like any other human. Her hair is usually set loose in a flurry of locks left to their own device.
Given her pale skin and angular jawline, she is given a rather fierce feature. Though, due to her personality, there's always a smile lighting up that fierce face giving her an open and friendly face. She likes dresses. In fact, she adores them, though she doesn't adore nor love wearing them. She finds that it's rather restricting and so she prefers to wear a white blouse cut short under the shoulder and trousers. In cold weather, she prefers wearing a long, flowing white cloak above a blouse that covers her whole arm.
Personality: Illori's open-minded and always open to opinions. She has a nice open and friendly personality while making sure to not trust anyone she meets. Although she's wary and careful, she doesn't let that control her personality and doesn't attack unpleasantly. Though sometimes it might take awhile to earn her full trust, once she learns she can trust you, she'll be far more open and friendly. She finds herself as a person who values human and non-human lives and expresses that people should love each other rather than hate each other.
Despite her earnest and trusting and loving personality, Illori can and will be very stubborn when her ideas are opposed. Once she gets to know you and becomes acquainted, she will start chattering on about different things in life which she loves and will most probably continue on and on until asked to stop. Her biggest downfall is her pride, though. Even if she knows backing down is the only safe option, she will not back down, even when going on won't be safe.
--->Likes:
Being able to help, peace, her pet Raven(No, Raven's the name - the pet's not a raven, it's a fox
), her family, beauty of nature.--->Dislikes:
Cruelty, war, hypocrites.
--->Strengths:Agile, fast learner, cunning.
--->Weakness:
Proud, never knows when to back down.
Family:
Mother - 43 - Cain
Father - 46 - Vex
Sister - 17 - Jaderiel
History:
Illori was born and raised in the Empire by her loving and caring father and mother. Her father was a successful jewel-crafter and merchant. They owned a manor in Belatona and thanks to her father's successful job, Illori was able to be raised in a healthy and fun environment. This, also, of course, spoiled her rotten. She got what she wanted, when she wanted. She grew up rapidly and at the age of 3, her sister was born. Illori was surprisingly smart, cunning, and caring even while at a young age. At the age of 9, while wandering in a small nearby forest, she found a fox who had just given birth. The three pups and the poor mother looked like they were in a terrible state and wouldn't last, so Illori gently scooped them all up, heaving with the effort and ran back home. Her father was surprised when she returned and immediately, wasting no time, began scolding her. She ignored him and placed the fox in front of some nutritious food along with fresh water. The fox gulped this all down and was back on her feet in no time, grooming her three pups and feeding them. Illori had smiled and decided to name her favorite pup as Raven, on account of the funny symbol drawn on his forehead that resembled a raven. The foxes had two tails - an extra effect from a magic incident that gave Raven weird powers, one of which being an extended life.
Ever since then, Illori didn't walk anywhere without Raven resting on her shoulder. Illori and her sister spent the next five years playing around in the garden and enjoying a lot of fun. But then, at the age of 14, Illori was summoned by her mother who promptly told her that she was to take lessons to become a 'true' lady under a tutor who would teach her how to dance, how to act, how to walk, how to drink, how to do just about everything. Her sister was soon, in three more years, about to follow in her foot steps. And so, Illori spent a year practicing and soon enough, the tutor was dismissed. Illori was taught how to fight in self-defense and given a rapier from her father for her 16th birthday as she showed interest in them. It had a small, ornate emerald built into the hilt by her father and the rest of the hilt was decorated with gold. She took the gift happily and spent a few months training with it while her sister took her lessons. A year later, though, and nothing would be the same for Illori.
She was out, as usual, in the forest with the ever-loyal Raven happily perched on her shoulder. What they met was not something they expected. A large man with a heavy built two-handed sword and clinking iron armor stood in front of them. He began questioning her and she tried to dodge his questions with her own. With anger written all over his face, he swung his sword and -- Raven gave a little yowl as he was given a small gash as he attempted to disrupt the man's aim and succeeded to an extent. Illori, eyes wide open, scooped Raven in her arms and ran back home, the mad man giving chase. As soon as she arrived into the city, the guards, seeing her being chased by the mad man, immediately lowered the bridge and the other shot a crossbow bolt into the man's chest. The guard grunted and took aim for a second shot, but Illori stepped in front of the man's body.
"Don't shoot! No need to kill him in cold blood. Let me heal him, then you can take him to the jail or whatever. Just don't do this. It's wrong." She said, pain obvious in her voice.
"Illori, your father is an important merchant and a very dear friend of mine. Please don't make me have to shoot you." Came the response.
Illori shook her head, a determined look on her face. The guard sighed and lowered his weapon then retreated into a recline in his chair, leaving Illori to her own device. She immediately spun and knelt next to the man. She grimaced. The bolt had just barely protruded from the back of the man. She broke the part from the back and pulled the arrow out, a long and heavy strip of her own blouse ready. As soon as she removed the arrow, she pressed the cloth into his chest, trying to stem the blood. Raven limped over to her side and rubbed his head on her hand. Illori felt something strange inside her and let it loose in desperation. Magic sprang to her fingers - she could feel it. She remembered a little of words of the Ancient Language which she had read in a book before and began chanting them. Slowly, but surely, the puncture in the man's chest sealed itself shut and Illori stood, panting heavy. She grabbed his arm and began to try to heave him to his feet. She half dragged him back to her father's manor and collapsed as soon as she got inside.
She opened her eyes wearily. She sat up and found Raven looking at her from her feet with concern. The gash on his side had been all stitched up and bandaged. She smiled at him and he, in response, gave her a happy expression. She stood up and immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She shook her head and half stumbled, half walked into the main room of the manor where her parents stood, grim-faced and dead serious. When they saw her, they gasped and ran at her, crushing her in hugs. She laughed.
"It's okay, mom, dad. I'm fine." She said, a smile in her voice and on her face.
Her parents nodded and stood back, her mother sobbing as she retreated to her room and soon enough the sound of snoring emitted into the room they were in. Her father gave her a pat on the shoulder then did the same as her mother. A cheerful smile on Illori's face, she spent the next few years learning a little of the Ancient Language and honing her magic a little. She began healing everyone she could and when the Varden took over, she tried her best to heal them as well, not differentiating between anyone, and healing everyone, therefore earning her the title of "Angel". Soon enough, though, she finally decided it was time to move out. Taking the money she had saved over the past 21 years, enough to buy herself a decent house and sustain her for the rest of her life, she moved out. She lives in Dras-Leona now, making her earnings as an honest nurse and as an inn-keeper.
Password:Nuanen Brisingr
