Post by Larian on Mar 4, 2008 23:16:48 GMT
Name (or nickname):
Larian ba’al Palantír ba’al Vanimedlë ruen Tasartir
Age:
Mid 20’s
Race:
Elf
Homeland:
Tylaran; Eshent'ur
Profession:
Mage
Magical Specialization:
Advanced knowledge and skill in Pyromancy
advanced knowledge and moderate skill in Geomancy and Spectramancy
moderate knowledge and little skill in Hydromancy
no skill, but moderate knowledge of Cyromancy and Electromancy.
Weapon Specializations:
Her focus on magic has left her no time to train in weapons, leaving her defenseless without her magic.
Pets/Steed/Companion:
Lari is always accompanied by an outrageously furry Persian cat who is missing the fur on the tip of his tail. She calls him Tooter. Her mount was given to her by a former love, one of the stable boys of Nerek’Talar: a Palomino mare. “As sweet as you are, Lari.” He said to her as he gently shoved the mare in her direction. Though the romance hadn’t lasted very long, her relationship with her mount blossomed beautifully.
Description:
There is no doubt that she is Elven. If her mass of pale blonde curls and her near iridescent skin aren’t a dead giveaway, her drastically pointed ears might do it. She observes the world through glassy blue eyes matted in thick, luxurious eyelashes.
Her slender frame is always covered in pastel gowns or robes, her hair always adorned with lace and jewels. She wares it down most often, cascading to her mid-back in ringlets of gold. Her ears are pierced numerous times; jewels sparked in them, ones her teacher had claimed intensified a caster’s abilities.
Her fingers, wrists and neck are bare of jewelry, however.
Anything you'd like to add:
I would feel as if she was incomplete without giving you bits and pieces of her history… I won’t bore you with everything. Instead I’ll give you snippets of events that have molded her into what she is now.
When Lari was but eight or so she had stumbled upon a group of magi discussing and demonstrating magic to each other in one of the back rooms of the library. This discovery awed her and she knew that this was something she was born to do. Of course, any eight year old would believe that, but Lari was obsessed with magic. She consumed book after book about it, talked to whomever she could about it, and eventually she began her apprenticeship. She worked hard, letting nothing come between her and the unseen forces which she yearned to control completely.
She studied for fifteen years, becoming familiar with even the most trivial types of magic. When her teacher could teach no more she abandoned him in search of someone who could.
Now, even though Larian was devout to magic, she was not one to work and not play. She romped the streets at times, with friends or with a love interest—of which she had her fair share—finding trouble for herself. She was not extremely misbehaved, just ornery.
The day she left her city in search of a new tutor, she was consumed by many conflicting feelings. No one had tried to stop her, and she felt that this was wrong, and that maybe she was unwanted. She was excited and a sense of adventure kept her keen. She dreamed of the people she would meet, the exotic creatures she would see. Never did she think about the danger that could befall her, the evil that was out there looking for easy prey like her. She was after all, a optimistic person.
The boat ride was horrendous. The men were crude and she was treated like filth. She promised herself that she would NEVER be traveling alone by boat again.
Tooter lost the fur on the tip of his tail is a tragic mishap, which Lari rarely talks about…Oh alright it wasn’t tragic at all, in fact it was extremely funny. We won’t tell the whole story, but to sum it up, he has a bad habit of getting in the way while Lari is practicing her pyromancy.
Please let me know if there is ANYTHING that needs tweaking. =D
Larian ba’al Palantír ba’al Vanimedlë ruen Tasartir
Age:
Mid 20’s
Race:
Elf
Homeland:
Tylaran; Eshent'ur
Profession:
Mage
Magical Specialization:
Advanced knowledge and skill in Pyromancy
advanced knowledge and moderate skill in Geomancy and Spectramancy
moderate knowledge and little skill in Hydromancy
no skill, but moderate knowledge of Cyromancy and Electromancy.
Weapon Specializations:
Her focus on magic has left her no time to train in weapons, leaving her defenseless without her magic.
Pets/Steed/Companion:
Lari is always accompanied by an outrageously furry Persian cat who is missing the fur on the tip of his tail. She calls him Tooter. Her mount was given to her by a former love, one of the stable boys of Nerek’Talar: a Palomino mare. “As sweet as you are, Lari.” He said to her as he gently shoved the mare in her direction. Though the romance hadn’t lasted very long, her relationship with her mount blossomed beautifully.
Description:
There is no doubt that she is Elven. If her mass of pale blonde curls and her near iridescent skin aren’t a dead giveaway, her drastically pointed ears might do it. She observes the world through glassy blue eyes matted in thick, luxurious eyelashes.
Her slender frame is always covered in pastel gowns or robes, her hair always adorned with lace and jewels. She wares it down most often, cascading to her mid-back in ringlets of gold. Her ears are pierced numerous times; jewels sparked in them, ones her teacher had claimed intensified a caster’s abilities.
Her fingers, wrists and neck are bare of jewelry, however.
Anything you'd like to add:
I would feel as if she was incomplete without giving you bits and pieces of her history… I won’t bore you with everything. Instead I’ll give you snippets of events that have molded her into what she is now.
When Lari was but eight or so she had stumbled upon a group of magi discussing and demonstrating magic to each other in one of the back rooms of the library. This discovery awed her and she knew that this was something she was born to do. Of course, any eight year old would believe that, but Lari was obsessed with magic. She consumed book after book about it, talked to whomever she could about it, and eventually she began her apprenticeship. She worked hard, letting nothing come between her and the unseen forces which she yearned to control completely.
She studied for fifteen years, becoming familiar with even the most trivial types of magic. When her teacher could teach no more she abandoned him in search of someone who could.
Now, even though Larian was devout to magic, she was not one to work and not play. She romped the streets at times, with friends or with a love interest—of which she had her fair share—finding trouble for herself. She was not extremely misbehaved, just ornery.
The day she left her city in search of a new tutor, she was consumed by many conflicting feelings. No one had tried to stop her, and she felt that this was wrong, and that maybe she was unwanted. She was excited and a sense of adventure kept her keen. She dreamed of the people she would meet, the exotic creatures she would see. Never did she think about the danger that could befall her, the evil that was out there looking for easy prey like her. She was after all, a optimistic person.
The boat ride was horrendous. The men were crude and she was treated like filth. She promised herself that she would NEVER be traveling alone by boat again.
Tooter lost the fur on the tip of his tail is a tragic mishap, which Lari rarely talks about…Oh alright it wasn’t tragic at all, in fact it was extremely funny. We won’t tell the whole story, but to sum it up, he has a bad habit of getting in the way while Lari is practicing her pyromancy.
Please let me know if there is ANYTHING that needs tweaking. =D
Unfortunately... i do believe he's asleep at this moment in time.
