Aisling Abhaillí (Rider of Old)
Oct 16, 2011 13:54:25 GMT -5
Post by Aisling on Oct 16, 2011 13:54:25 GMT -5
Full Name: Aisling
Other name: “Abhaillí”, “The Fair One”, or “The White Rider”
Race:: Elven Rider
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Sílthrim, Du Weldenvarden
Age: 129
Gender: Female
Birthday: Winter
Eyes: Her eyes are dark gray, that gleam a little mischievously and with wisdom.
Hair: Aisling’s hair is white, pure white. It’s thick and straight and flows down to her mid-back. When she is in battle she often piles it high under her pure white helm. But when she is at leisure, it flows freely like a waterfall.
Weight: 120 lbs
Height: 5’8
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Edoc’sil (Unconquerable)- A white hand-and-half sword, who’s pommel is a large diamond.
Ekar- Her recurve bow that was sung from one of the oldest oak trees in the Du Weldenvarden. It is painted white etched with swirling patterns of gold and green. Her arrows are fletched with Barn Owl feathers and also are painted white.
Personality: Aisling is indeed the definition of capricious, her whims and desire’s change daily and she knows for a fact that she can achieve whatever they are. She is confident, and often a bit thingyy but yet she knows when it’s in her best intrest to pretend to be humble. She has an archaic wisdom and knowledge, but at times she can be foolish and brash. If she truly considers you an friend, she is the most loyal and kind indeed. If she is indifferent to you, well you ought to be careful. And if you are her enemy...well...that’s a feud you do not want to be in for she will hold a grudge until the end of time.
Appearance: Aisling is thin and tall but lean muscled. She has a peachy skin tone that goes well with her pure white hair. Her face is etched with mysterious golden tattoos, depicting nature and the sky. Her pointed ears are adorned with gold and stones, objects she has collected over the years. Her eyes are rounder and bigger than most elves, though her face is still angular. She is an arcane beauty, mysterious and ancient. Despite her age she only appears to be in her 20’s.
She often wears a green or white tunic with gold trim and brown leather leggings and knee-high brown boots. Depending on where she is traveling she will wear a white cloak. Her battle armor is white and gold, and is very aerodynamic and light.
Likes/Dislikes: LIKES:
-Nature, Magic, Poetry, Singing, and her Dragon Faeon.
DISLIKES:
-People who get in her way, Blood-lust, Murder, and dishonesty.
Strengths: Her Magic, Agility, Skill, Cunning, and Knowledge
Weakness: thingyiness, Pride, Foolishness, She has old injury from the Fall, that often re-opens and causes episodes of pain, and her sharp tongue.
Family:
Father: Anuon ( Alive in Sílthrim)
Mother: Ivorel (Alive in Sílthrim)
Brother: Fanor ( Deceased)
Dragon: Faeon Bornor (Alive)
Not-So-Brief History: Aisling and her twin brother Fanor was born to Anuon and his lover Ivorel in Sílthrim, 25 years before the Fall. Both parents were overjoyed with the birth of their twins, despite their odd white hair. Aisling and Fanor were inseparable and always getting into trouble. They shared a very close bond, when one was upset the other would comfort them, and cuddle their mind with theirs. They were indeed the definition of sibling love and devotion.
When both were 20, an egg was brought to Sílthrim, and presented to all the elves of age 20 and up who shown great power. Aisling and Fanor waited for days for the egg to arrive just for the opportunity to see an egg of the magnificent creatures their parents told stories about, the creatures that were sung and praised for the strength and beauty. Though there desire to become a rider filled them both with joy, they also new that only one of them could be chosen and be whisked away to Ilirea while the other would remain in the Du Weldenvarden.
When the time came for them to touch the egg, Fanor went first. Aisling was fascinated by the startling white egg. It shown brilliantly like fresh powdered snow. It took all of her will to night push her brother aside and take her turn. Luckily for her, the egg did not respond to his touch. Fanor, disappointed, stepped aside and watched as his sister picked up the egg. Suddenly, a small crack appeared on the surface. And soon emerged a white dragon hatchling. Aisling tentatively touched the young dragon, as soon as skin and scale met; searing pain shot up her arm as the silver Gedwëy ignasia appeared on her palm. The twins looked at each other, both of their lives were going to change.
Aisling and the white male hatchling agreed on the name, Faeon. The two remained in Sílthrim for a 2 weeks until it was time to travel to Ilirea. They were about to leave, when Fanor came out of their house. “Our bond runs as deep as Blood, sister,” he said, “And not even leagues can separate us. I, too, will be traveling to Ilirea to train.”
Aisling and Fanor traveled to Ilirea by horseback, Faeon traveling alongside them. Aisling and Faeon were indeed were two of the same personality types. Proud and foolish, with a little bit of wisdom mixed in. Both were incredibly anxious for their training, but they both sensed something ominous in the air.
When the arrived Ilirea, Aisling and Faeon began their training with Alphon and his brilliant green dragoness, Gelessil. The training proved challenging not only in curriculum but mentally as well. Their master expected the highest obedience from the young rider, but Aisling’s pride often got the best of her. Faeon learned much in his training and in swallowing his own pride. Occasionally after their training they would visit Fanor, who’s own training to prove incredible difficult. This continued on for 5 years until something no one expected happened.
When the Forsworn arrived Ilirea, there was much death and slaughter. The young dragon and rider had just finished their training. The smell of blood and fire filled Faeon’s senses. Many of the events of that day were a blur to Aisling, and even when she thinks back to them all she can remember is what Faeon so clearly sensed. She remembers hiding and staying out of sight as Alphon told her too. She remembers Kialandí and Formora coming after her master. She remembers them torturing him until Gelessil disgorged her eldunarí. Then Then there was the death of her masters, she sensed the death of her brother at the sword of Formora. And that was all her memories ended.
But Faeon, remembered it all. He remembered Aisling screaming at the death of her nest mate. He remembered placing her on his back and flying towards the land-of-sun-and-sand. He remembered the pain of Aisling as Kialandi stabbed her in her lower back and his partner-of-mind-and-soul slumping over. That is when Faeon flew faster than anything in the world, faster than his blood-pumping-vessel could allow him. Then they crashed into the sands of the land-of-sun-and-sand. And then it was all dark.
When Aisling and Faeon had awoken the were surrounded by a group of people with tan skin and strange golden tattoo’s adorning the faces. They took the young elf rider and the dragon and healed them and took care of them. Aisling was fascinated by them and they were equally fascinated by her and Faeon. They adopted the two of them into their tribe, as Aisling was still recovering from her injury. They remained in the desert for 10 years. Her injury overtime healed, but never quite fully. If she moved even the slightest wrong way, the scar would reopen with a flash of pain. Aisling was frustrated with her injury and her new weakness and began to focus with her skills in the magical arts. The mysterious tribe had very powerful magicians and magic swirling around them, and Aisling began to learn. But with that magic came a sense of madness. Aisling began to lose her identity slowly and surely, she began to forget who she was and started going by the name Abhaillí, the name the tribe has given her. After her training with shaman, she herself receives the mysterious golden tattoos on her face, and begins to adorn her ears the same way as the many of the tribal women. Faeon watched his rider slowly begin to lose herself in the tribe and she’s it starting to affect her mind. He made the decision to convince her to leave and go back to the Elves. Aisling refused out right, but eventually with much reasoning from Faeon, they left the desert when Aisling was 40. Before they left the tribe’s blacksmith gave her Edoc’sil, a white curved blade sword, and beautiful white armor.
They pair flew into the Du Weldenvarden toward Sílthrim in the night, not wanting to be spotted. when they arrived at Aisling’s childhood home, their desire to not be spotted was not realized. Everyone in the city emerged from their home, starting in wonder at the White Rider and her strange appearance. When her parents laid their eyes upon their daughter they were overjoyed to see she was alive and together mourned the death of Fanor. She and Faeon remained in Sílthrim for a few days but after her experience in the desert she no longer feels at ease amongst her own.
Aisling and Faeon sensed the presence of another rider deeper into the forest. Soon they arrive on the Crags of Tel'naeir and see the elder Oromis. Both are relieved to see that they survived. Aisling and Faeon tell of their escape into the desert and Oromis tells her of what has happened after he had escaped. She remained with Oromis for the next 30, time escaping her, as she continued to do scholarly work. She had no desire to reveal herself. After awhile, she and Faeon can no longer stand to remain in the forest so she sings herself a bow out of an ancient oak tree, straps on her sword and decides that she will return to the desert with Faeon and perhaps travel and explore. They both agree to that when the time is right they will come to aid of those who fight for justice. And so they remained hidden for 64 years amongst the desert tribes and in the Du Weldenvarden right under the Empire’s nose.
Anything extra:
Dragon Info:
Name: Faeon
Age: 104
Appearance: Faeon is known for his startling white scales that are almost translucent and his golden eyes.
Personality: Faeon is very much like Aisling. He is proud and arrogant, but after the Fall he became more wise and more protective over Aisling, knowing that now they are very much on their own in this world on their own.
Password: Witch of Terim
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Other name: “Abhaillí”, “The Fair One”, or “The White Rider”
Race:: Elven Rider
Side: Neutral
Birthplace: Sílthrim, Du Weldenvarden
Age: 129
Gender: Female
Birthday: Winter
Eyes: Her eyes are dark gray, that gleam a little mischievously and with wisdom.
Hair: Aisling’s hair is white, pure white. It’s thick and straight and flows down to her mid-back. When she is in battle she often piles it high under her pure white helm. But when she is at leisure, it flows freely like a waterfall.
Weight: 120 lbs
Height: 5’8
Magic User: Yes
Preferred Weapon(s): Edoc’sil (Unconquerable)- A white hand-and-half sword, who’s pommel is a large diamond.
Ekar- Her recurve bow that was sung from one of the oldest oak trees in the Du Weldenvarden. It is painted white etched with swirling patterns of gold and green. Her arrows are fletched with Barn Owl feathers and also are painted white.
Personality: Aisling is indeed the definition of capricious, her whims and desire’s change daily and she knows for a fact that she can achieve whatever they are. She is confident, and often a bit thingyy but yet she knows when it’s in her best intrest to pretend to be humble. She has an archaic wisdom and knowledge, but at times she can be foolish and brash. If she truly considers you an friend, she is the most loyal and kind indeed. If she is indifferent to you, well you ought to be careful. And if you are her enemy...well...that’s a feud you do not want to be in for she will hold a grudge until the end of time.
Appearance: Aisling is thin and tall but lean muscled. She has a peachy skin tone that goes well with her pure white hair. Her face is etched with mysterious golden tattoos, depicting nature and the sky. Her pointed ears are adorned with gold and stones, objects she has collected over the years. Her eyes are rounder and bigger than most elves, though her face is still angular. She is an arcane beauty, mysterious and ancient. Despite her age she only appears to be in her 20’s.
She often wears a green or white tunic with gold trim and brown leather leggings and knee-high brown boots. Depending on where she is traveling she will wear a white cloak. Her battle armor is white and gold, and is very aerodynamic and light.
Likes/Dislikes: LIKES:
-Nature, Magic, Poetry, Singing, and her Dragon Faeon.
DISLIKES:
-People who get in her way, Blood-lust, Murder, and dishonesty.
Strengths: Her Magic, Agility, Skill, Cunning, and Knowledge
Weakness: thingyiness, Pride, Foolishness, She has old injury from the Fall, that often re-opens and causes episodes of pain, and her sharp tongue.
Family:
Father: Anuon ( Alive in Sílthrim)
Mother: Ivorel (Alive in Sílthrim)
Brother: Fanor ( Deceased)
Dragon: Faeon Bornor (Alive)
Not-So-Brief History: Aisling and her twin brother Fanor was born to Anuon and his lover Ivorel in Sílthrim, 25 years before the Fall. Both parents were overjoyed with the birth of their twins, despite their odd white hair. Aisling and Fanor were inseparable and always getting into trouble. They shared a very close bond, when one was upset the other would comfort them, and cuddle their mind with theirs. They were indeed the definition of sibling love and devotion.
When both were 20, an egg was brought to Sílthrim, and presented to all the elves of age 20 and up who shown great power. Aisling and Fanor waited for days for the egg to arrive just for the opportunity to see an egg of the magnificent creatures their parents told stories about, the creatures that were sung and praised for the strength and beauty. Though there desire to become a rider filled them both with joy, they also new that only one of them could be chosen and be whisked away to Ilirea while the other would remain in the Du Weldenvarden.
When the time came for them to touch the egg, Fanor went first. Aisling was fascinated by the startling white egg. It shown brilliantly like fresh powdered snow. It took all of her will to night push her brother aside and take her turn. Luckily for her, the egg did not respond to his touch. Fanor, disappointed, stepped aside and watched as his sister picked up the egg. Suddenly, a small crack appeared on the surface. And soon emerged a white dragon hatchling. Aisling tentatively touched the young dragon, as soon as skin and scale met; searing pain shot up her arm as the silver Gedwëy ignasia appeared on her palm. The twins looked at each other, both of their lives were going to change.
Aisling and the white male hatchling agreed on the name, Faeon. The two remained in Sílthrim for a 2 weeks until it was time to travel to Ilirea. They were about to leave, when Fanor came out of their house. “Our bond runs as deep as Blood, sister,” he said, “And not even leagues can separate us. I, too, will be traveling to Ilirea to train.”
Aisling and Fanor traveled to Ilirea by horseback, Faeon traveling alongside them. Aisling and Faeon were indeed were two of the same personality types. Proud and foolish, with a little bit of wisdom mixed in. Both were incredibly anxious for their training, but they both sensed something ominous in the air.
When the arrived Ilirea, Aisling and Faeon began their training with Alphon and his brilliant green dragoness, Gelessil. The training proved challenging not only in curriculum but mentally as well. Their master expected the highest obedience from the young rider, but Aisling’s pride often got the best of her. Faeon learned much in his training and in swallowing his own pride. Occasionally after their training they would visit Fanor, who’s own training to prove incredible difficult. This continued on for 5 years until something no one expected happened.
When the Forsworn arrived Ilirea, there was much death and slaughter. The young dragon and rider had just finished their training. The smell of blood and fire filled Faeon’s senses. Many of the events of that day were a blur to Aisling, and even when she thinks back to them all she can remember is what Faeon so clearly sensed. She remembers hiding and staying out of sight as Alphon told her too. She remembers Kialandí and Formora coming after her master. She remembers them torturing him until Gelessil disgorged her eldunarí. Then Then there was the death of her masters, she sensed the death of her brother at the sword of Formora. And that was all her memories ended.
But Faeon, remembered it all. He remembered Aisling screaming at the death of her nest mate. He remembered placing her on his back and flying towards the land-of-sun-and-sand. He remembered the pain of Aisling as Kialandi stabbed her in her lower back and his partner-of-mind-and-soul slumping over. That is when Faeon flew faster than anything in the world, faster than his blood-pumping-vessel could allow him. Then they crashed into the sands of the land-of-sun-and-sand. And then it was all dark.
When Aisling and Faeon had awoken the were surrounded by a group of people with tan skin and strange golden tattoo’s adorning the faces. They took the young elf rider and the dragon and healed them and took care of them. Aisling was fascinated by them and they were equally fascinated by her and Faeon. They adopted the two of them into their tribe, as Aisling was still recovering from her injury. They remained in the desert for 10 years. Her injury overtime healed, but never quite fully. If she moved even the slightest wrong way, the scar would reopen with a flash of pain. Aisling was frustrated with her injury and her new weakness and began to focus with her skills in the magical arts. The mysterious tribe had very powerful magicians and magic swirling around them, and Aisling began to learn. But with that magic came a sense of madness. Aisling began to lose her identity slowly and surely, she began to forget who she was and started going by the name Abhaillí, the name the tribe has given her. After her training with shaman, she herself receives the mysterious golden tattoos on her face, and begins to adorn her ears the same way as the many of the tribal women. Faeon watched his rider slowly begin to lose herself in the tribe and she’s it starting to affect her mind. He made the decision to convince her to leave and go back to the Elves. Aisling refused out right, but eventually with much reasoning from Faeon, they left the desert when Aisling was 40. Before they left the tribe’s blacksmith gave her Edoc’sil, a white curved blade sword, and beautiful white armor.
They pair flew into the Du Weldenvarden toward Sílthrim in the night, not wanting to be spotted. when they arrived at Aisling’s childhood home, their desire to not be spotted was not realized. Everyone in the city emerged from their home, starting in wonder at the White Rider and her strange appearance. When her parents laid their eyes upon their daughter they were overjoyed to see she was alive and together mourned the death of Fanor. She and Faeon remained in Sílthrim for a few days but after her experience in the desert she no longer feels at ease amongst her own.
Aisling and Faeon sensed the presence of another rider deeper into the forest. Soon they arrive on the Crags of Tel'naeir and see the elder Oromis. Both are relieved to see that they survived. Aisling and Faeon tell of their escape into the desert and Oromis tells her of what has happened after he had escaped. She remained with Oromis for the next 30, time escaping her, as she continued to do scholarly work. She had no desire to reveal herself. After awhile, she and Faeon can no longer stand to remain in the forest so she sings herself a bow out of an ancient oak tree, straps on her sword and decides that she will return to the desert with Faeon and perhaps travel and explore. They both agree to that when the time is right they will come to aid of those who fight for justice. And so they remained hidden for 64 years amongst the desert tribes and in the Du Weldenvarden right under the Empire’s nose.
Anything extra:
Dragon Info:
Name: Faeon
Age: 104
Appearance: Faeon is known for his startling white scales that are almost translucent and his golden eyes.
Personality: Faeon is very much like Aisling. He is proud and arrogant, but after the Fall he became more wise and more protective over Aisling, knowing that now they are very much on their own in this world on their own.
Password: Witch of Terim
Here's a picture:
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