Rynewen
Jan 23, 2009 20:45:32 GMT -5
Post by Kaala on Jan 23, 2009 20:45:32 GMT -5
Full Name: Rynewen
Other name: Moon Child, Exiled One, The Ancient
Race:: Elder Elf
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: The Elven Isle
Age: 763
Gender: Female
Birthday: The fall equinox
Eyes: A dark, almost emerald green at their darkest and a pale, almost incandescent jade at their lightest.
Hair: Ryn's hair is the color of liquid moonlight, and she keeps it cut brutally short. It spikes any direction it pleases and she keeps it short to remind herself of the way the Elders cut her off from her people.
Weight: 118
Height: 5"8
Magic User: Ryn holds no mastery over the ancient language's magic though she can speak it, but her people considered her one of the most powerful nature mages to ever grace the face of the world though now she can use less than a fifth of her usual power.
Preferred Weapon(s): Ryn's preferred weapon is an elegant long sword that once belonged to her older brother, Ridekyn, which she named Death after her brother. She also carries a bow with a pull of around 200 pounds that was created especially for her when she claimed her seat on the council.
Personality: Rynewen is a fairly bright person for the most part and she loves company of almost any kind. There are certain points in time, however, when she goes through very dark bouts of depression and anger. At times like this she can fly into a rage one moment, and be sobbing and clinging to something the next. The Elders presume that this was caused by the shock of killing her brother. During these bouts she is completely inconsolable and it is better to leave her be than to interact with her.
Outside of these 'mood swings' Ryn is extremely personable, with an aire of friendliness and care that most can detect almost immediately. The only time she gets angry is during one of the bouts or if someone tries to attack her, or one of her 'friends'. Most people actually think she's insane because she speaks to the animals in the glen where she stays, but the truth is she has some sense of the animals feelings and emotions and has come to think of these animals as her 'friends'.
Appearance: Although the colours of Rynewen's clothing varies depending upon her mood the cut and style is almost always the same. She wears a pair of trousers and soft running boots that come up to just below her knees. Her tunic is held at her waist by a cloth belt with a belt buckle embedded with her families crest. She keeps her sword sheathed at her waist and a quiver across her back with her unstrung bow inside.
She has the normal elven body type; tall, thin, and willowy. She moves with deadly grace and when she fights anything her attacks are more like a dance than anything else. Her thin face is nothing but angular beauty that most people would die for though it's common to her people. Her skin is a dusky brown from being in the sun for so long. On her left wrist is tattooed three black bands, signifying her exile from her people while the underside of her right wrist is a green circular mark of master binding.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
Dancing
Singing
Raising her garden by hand
Her 'friends'
Meeting new people
Dislikes:
Anything that threatens her 'friends'
Betrayal
Getting wet(Though she does know how to swim) / Rain
She has discovered that she actually has no stomach for politics since her exile.
Strengths:
Speed and grace
Solitude means she rarely has to worry about keeping other people safe
Diplomacy
Weakness:
All but the basic offensive portions of her magic is bound
Her bouts of depression
Family:
Mother: Vrreya
Father: Silvareis
Brother: Ridekyn
Not-So-Brief History: Ryn was born in the old city, the original city of the elves to her mother, Vrreya on the night of the Fall Equinox. Because of this the night of the Equinox she is at her most powerful, though she rarely does anything with that power anymore. By the time she reached the age of adulthood Ryn was considered to be one of the most powerful elves that the civilization had ever come across and she was placed on the Council of Elders, helping to put a younger perspective on the Elders decisions. Not everyone, however, agreed that she was ready for the position and her brother Ridekyn fought long and hard to find a way to replace her on the council. In the end Ryn won out and she kept her seat. Her brother, in a murderous rage over the fact that his younger sister bested him tried to ambush her. The attack left Ryn with no option but to end her brothers life.
The act left no choice for the Elders but to Banish Rynewen to the deepest parts of the Isle. In an effort of keep her from trying to exact revenge on her people for turning their back on her they bound her magic with a master mark of binding. The only way do remove the mark is to destroy the person who drew it. Rynewen decided long ago to forgive her people, although she has not forgotten what they have done to her. The council stripped her of her Seat and then, in a move of pure spite a few of the elders that were against her agreed to have her hair shorn from her scalp. It was a move that showed just how little her people cared for her now that they allowed the cruel act. After they finished they braided the fine silver locks and promptly burned them. That more than anything stuck out in her mind for the longest part of her exile. The needless cruelty. Since then she has built herself a home and life, though she misses company. She built her house with what little magic she could use and then set about rebuilding herself.
Anything extra:
Password: Do I really have to? Fine....[[MOD EDIT]]
Other name: Moon Child, Exiled One, The Ancient
Race:: Elder Elf
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: The Elven Isle
Age: 763
Gender: Female
Birthday: The fall equinox
Eyes: A dark, almost emerald green at their darkest and a pale, almost incandescent jade at their lightest.
Hair: Ryn's hair is the color of liquid moonlight, and she keeps it cut brutally short. It spikes any direction it pleases and she keeps it short to remind herself of the way the Elders cut her off from her people.
Weight: 118
Height: 5"8
Magic User: Ryn holds no mastery over the ancient language's magic though she can speak it, but her people considered her one of the most powerful nature mages to ever grace the face of the world though now she can use less than a fifth of her usual power.
Preferred Weapon(s): Ryn's preferred weapon is an elegant long sword that once belonged to her older brother, Ridekyn, which she named Death after her brother. She also carries a bow with a pull of around 200 pounds that was created especially for her when she claimed her seat on the council.
Personality: Rynewen is a fairly bright person for the most part and she loves company of almost any kind. There are certain points in time, however, when she goes through very dark bouts of depression and anger. At times like this she can fly into a rage one moment, and be sobbing and clinging to something the next. The Elders presume that this was caused by the shock of killing her brother. During these bouts she is completely inconsolable and it is better to leave her be than to interact with her.
Outside of these 'mood swings' Ryn is extremely personable, with an aire of friendliness and care that most can detect almost immediately. The only time she gets angry is during one of the bouts or if someone tries to attack her, or one of her 'friends'. Most people actually think she's insane because she speaks to the animals in the glen where she stays, but the truth is she has some sense of the animals feelings and emotions and has come to think of these animals as her 'friends'.
Appearance: Although the colours of Rynewen's clothing varies depending upon her mood the cut and style is almost always the same. She wears a pair of trousers and soft running boots that come up to just below her knees. Her tunic is held at her waist by a cloth belt with a belt buckle embedded with her families crest. She keeps her sword sheathed at her waist and a quiver across her back with her unstrung bow inside.
She has the normal elven body type; tall, thin, and willowy. She moves with deadly grace and when she fights anything her attacks are more like a dance than anything else. Her thin face is nothing but angular beauty that most people would die for though it's common to her people. Her skin is a dusky brown from being in the sun for so long. On her left wrist is tattooed three black bands, signifying her exile from her people while the underside of her right wrist is a green circular mark of master binding.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
Dancing
Singing
Raising her garden by hand
Her 'friends'
Meeting new people
Dislikes:
Anything that threatens her 'friends'
Betrayal
Getting wet(Though she does know how to swim) / Rain
She has discovered that she actually has no stomach for politics since her exile.
Strengths:
Speed and grace
Solitude means she rarely has to worry about keeping other people safe
Diplomacy
Weakness:
All but the basic offensive portions of her magic is bound
Her bouts of depression
Family:
Mother: Vrreya
Father: Silvareis
Brother: Ridekyn
Not-So-Brief History: Ryn was born in the old city, the original city of the elves to her mother, Vrreya on the night of the Fall Equinox. Because of this the night of the Equinox she is at her most powerful, though she rarely does anything with that power anymore. By the time she reached the age of adulthood Ryn was considered to be one of the most powerful elves that the civilization had ever come across and she was placed on the Council of Elders, helping to put a younger perspective on the Elders decisions. Not everyone, however, agreed that she was ready for the position and her brother Ridekyn fought long and hard to find a way to replace her on the council. In the end Ryn won out and she kept her seat. Her brother, in a murderous rage over the fact that his younger sister bested him tried to ambush her. The attack left Ryn with no option but to end her brothers life.
The act left no choice for the Elders but to Banish Rynewen to the deepest parts of the Isle. In an effort of keep her from trying to exact revenge on her people for turning their back on her they bound her magic with a master mark of binding. The only way do remove the mark is to destroy the person who drew it. Rynewen decided long ago to forgive her people, although she has not forgotten what they have done to her. The council stripped her of her Seat and then, in a move of pure spite a few of the elders that were against her agreed to have her hair shorn from her scalp. It was a move that showed just how little her people cared for her now that they allowed the cruel act. After they finished they braided the fine silver locks and promptly burned them. That more than anything stuck out in her mind for the longest part of her exile. The needless cruelty. Since then she has built herself a home and life, though she misses company. She built her house with what little magic she could use and then set about rebuilding herself.
Anything extra:
Password: Do I really have to? Fine....[[MOD EDIT]]
