Post by Isa The Great on Jun 21, 2008 22:33:44 GMT -5
Character Name: Isadora Summer Crestfield
Nicknames: Isa
Species: Elf
Gender: Female
Job Class: Weapons Mistress
Age: 21
Height: 5'5
Weight: 116lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Disfigurement/Tattoo: A scar on the back of her right shoulder.
Appearance:
Isadora stands at five feet and five inches tall and weights only one hundred and sixteen pounds. She has pointed ears because of her elven heirtage. She has soft blue eyes that protray most of what she's feeling, unless she is in battle. When she's not in her battle armor, she is generally in a light fabric dress.
Nation: East
Magic: Rune Scribe
This takes many years of practice, and generally learnt under a master. So far, Isadora has only learnt the Fire Rune. This rune allows Isadora to inflame which ever weapon she uses in flames as she fights. While she has this mastered, she shows heistance while in fights. Isadora is currently learning to master the Ice Rune. The Ice Rune will allow her to turn her weapon into ice and make it shatter upon impact against her enemy. There are several other runes including earth, wind, water, mind, and soul. Each are a new level of difficulty that takes time to learn and master.
Abilities: Isadora is able to pick up any weapon and know just how to use it without ever having used it before. It is like she can read the weapons intentions or something. Each weapon hums a different tune that she can hear. With the Rune Scribe that she is learning, she is able to wrap her weapons in an element. She doesn't care for doing this though, and mostly likes to rely on her ablities as a weapons mistress.
Weapon: She tends to carry a lot of weapons including: 2 swords, 2 daggers, a bow and several arrows. These are her weapons of choice though she can use any weapon she picks up.
Equipment: When in battle she wears a light armor that is hard to break and of course her 2 swords, 2 daggers and bow and arrows.
Gold: 2,000
Sexual Preference: Isadora is only into the male genders, and she doesn't seem to care what race the male is from as long as he appeals to her tasts, which vary from time to time.
History: Isadora was born into the elf clan of Meshudo of the Nation in the East. When she was two, she had shown skills of being a weapons master. After her parents deaths at the age of ten, Isadora was sent to live with a master where she would then spend the rest of her years training with weapons and then afterwards how to use Rune Scribes to increase her weapon powers. She has no siblings nor any other relatives other then the members of the clan, which aren't really related at all to her immidate family. While she hates confrontations, she is not afraid to fight and knows just where her skills lay and what her limiations are. When her clan was destoryed, Isadora went off to find a new master to teach her the rest of the runes while remembering her old master's trainings. It was because of her old master that Isadora wasn't in the clan's village at the time of attack, but was instead in the forests in meditation.
Sample RP: It was growing late, and she knew she should start to make her camp for the night, but Isadora Crestfield didn't stop. In fact, she kept on walking, as though the creepy sounds that were being made in the Artemis' Forest were nothing at all to be concerned with. But she knew better then to actually believe that. She knew the things that went bump in the night were something she should be very concerned with. Yes she was a master at weapons, but that didn't mean she couldn't be over powered. She was still young after all, and not as strong as several beasts that were to be found here.
Though Isadora didn't grow up in the Artmis forest, it still felt like home. The out doors was were she was meant to stay, where the elves drew on the earth to live. At least her clan had, she was never sure about the other elven clans being she'd never visited the other clans growing up, or even after her clan was destroyed. She has traveled all over the Nation of the East, practiceing what she knew while searching for the master of rune scribes she was suppose to find. This search hadn't brought her to the forest though. Nothing really brought her there, only her need to get away from the city.
While there are many places she could've gone, none seemed to intrigue her as much at this place had done so. Where else could you run into a beast at any moment. There was a thrill to be had when in the mix of a fight. But fighting wasn't exactly what dared her to enter the forest. She could fight any where, besides she wasn't really one for confrontations. She supposed it was the over all beauty of the forest that had brought Isadora to the forest. It seemed a good enough reason to the young woman.
Though she wasn't in battle, she still wore her armor. She wasn't dumb enough not to wear the armor when she was in hostile land. Located on both her right and left hips where her two swords, both in their shelths so they wouldn't cut her as she walked. Down in her boots, both one on her left and one on her right, were her daggers. Located on her left shoulder, hanging onher backside, was her bow, the arrows were strapped against her back for it to be an easy reach when she would need them.
Her long blonde hair was tied up in a pony, and her bangs swooshed to the side so that they wouldn't get in her way if there was a need to fight. She wore dark clothings. A black bra for her shirt, seeing no need for anything else because the armor hide most of the clevage. Her skirt was mixed with the skirted armor, and was very very short. Her armor was a brassy bronoze type color, and was well worn. Isadora's boots came up to her knees and is only a few inches away from the hems of her skirted armor. They were flats, since battling in anything that lifted her up off the ground was hard to do, even if it did add some height to her measily five feet and five inches.
Though it was probably more fashionable to have pale skin, Isadora's skin was tanned from all the time she spent out doors in the sun, both living and training. She cared nothing for fashion, and could careless what others thought of her. She had no reason to care after all, since she wasn't seeking friends or a husband to fill her life with. She only wanted to hum her skills with weapons, as was in her blood to do so. Isadora knew that the life she wanted to lead was hard, lonely life, but she seemed perfectly fine with it. She didn't know what she would be missing, and didn't seem to care to know at all.
The sun was getting lower in the sky, and when it was almost impossible to see anymore, Isadora finally stopped in a clearing. She quickly gathered together sticks that she would make a fire out of and placed them together before she set out to make the fire. It didn't take her long to get it going. Because she didn't sleep with anything, she stretched on on the ground beside the fire. She used her arms for pillows. She watched the night time sky and listened carefully to the goings and comings near her camp.
She had drifted to sleep when she heard a noise that wasn't her fire crackling, or the bugs chripping. It sounded like foot steps. Isadora stayed completely still as she tried to keep track of where they were coming from and where they were heading.
Nicknames: Isa
Species: Elf
Gender: Female
Job Class: Weapons Mistress
Age: 21
Height: 5'5
Weight: 116lbs
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Disfigurement/Tattoo: A scar on the back of her right shoulder.
Appearance:
Isadora stands at five feet and five inches tall and weights only one hundred and sixteen pounds. She has pointed ears because of her elven heirtage. She has soft blue eyes that protray most of what she's feeling, unless she is in battle. When she's not in her battle armor, she is generally in a light fabric dress.
Nation: East
Magic: Rune Scribe
This takes many years of practice, and generally learnt under a master. So far, Isadora has only learnt the Fire Rune. This rune allows Isadora to inflame which ever weapon she uses in flames as she fights. While she has this mastered, she shows heistance while in fights. Isadora is currently learning to master the Ice Rune. The Ice Rune will allow her to turn her weapon into ice and make it shatter upon impact against her enemy. There are several other runes including earth, wind, water, mind, and soul. Each are a new level of difficulty that takes time to learn and master.
Abilities: Isadora is able to pick up any weapon and know just how to use it without ever having used it before. It is like she can read the weapons intentions or something. Each weapon hums a different tune that she can hear. With the Rune Scribe that she is learning, she is able to wrap her weapons in an element. She doesn't care for doing this though, and mostly likes to rely on her ablities as a weapons mistress.
Weapon: She tends to carry a lot of weapons including: 2 swords, 2 daggers, a bow and several arrows. These are her weapons of choice though she can use any weapon she picks up.
Equipment: When in battle she wears a light armor that is hard to break and of course her 2 swords, 2 daggers and bow and arrows.
Gold: 2,000
Sexual Preference: Isadora is only into the male genders, and she doesn't seem to care what race the male is from as long as he appeals to her tasts, which vary from time to time.
History: Isadora was born into the elf clan of Meshudo of the Nation in the East. When she was two, she had shown skills of being a weapons master. After her parents deaths at the age of ten, Isadora was sent to live with a master where she would then spend the rest of her years training with weapons and then afterwards how to use Rune Scribes to increase her weapon powers. She has no siblings nor any other relatives other then the members of the clan, which aren't really related at all to her immidate family. While she hates confrontations, she is not afraid to fight and knows just where her skills lay and what her limiations are. When her clan was destoryed, Isadora went off to find a new master to teach her the rest of the runes while remembering her old master's trainings. It was because of her old master that Isadora wasn't in the clan's village at the time of attack, but was instead in the forests in meditation.
Sample RP: It was growing late, and she knew she should start to make her camp for the night, but Isadora Crestfield didn't stop. In fact, she kept on walking, as though the creepy sounds that were being made in the Artemis' Forest were nothing at all to be concerned with. But she knew better then to actually believe that. She knew the things that went bump in the night were something she should be very concerned with. Yes she was a master at weapons, but that didn't mean she couldn't be over powered. She was still young after all, and not as strong as several beasts that were to be found here.
Though Isadora didn't grow up in the Artmis forest, it still felt like home. The out doors was were she was meant to stay, where the elves drew on the earth to live. At least her clan had, she was never sure about the other elven clans being she'd never visited the other clans growing up, or even after her clan was destroyed. She has traveled all over the Nation of the East, practiceing what she knew while searching for the master of rune scribes she was suppose to find. This search hadn't brought her to the forest though. Nothing really brought her there, only her need to get away from the city.
While there are many places she could've gone, none seemed to intrigue her as much at this place had done so. Where else could you run into a beast at any moment. There was a thrill to be had when in the mix of a fight. But fighting wasn't exactly what dared her to enter the forest. She could fight any where, besides she wasn't really one for confrontations. She supposed it was the over all beauty of the forest that had brought Isadora to the forest. It seemed a good enough reason to the young woman.
Though she wasn't in battle, she still wore her armor. She wasn't dumb enough not to wear the armor when she was in hostile land. Located on both her right and left hips where her two swords, both in their shelths so they wouldn't cut her as she walked. Down in her boots, both one on her left and one on her right, were her daggers. Located on her left shoulder, hanging onher backside, was her bow, the arrows were strapped against her back for it to be an easy reach when she would need them.
Her long blonde hair was tied up in a pony, and her bangs swooshed to the side so that they wouldn't get in her way if there was a need to fight. She wore dark clothings. A black bra for her shirt, seeing no need for anything else because the armor hide most of the clevage. Her skirt was mixed with the skirted armor, and was very very short. Her armor was a brassy bronoze type color, and was well worn. Isadora's boots came up to her knees and is only a few inches away from the hems of her skirted armor. They were flats, since battling in anything that lifted her up off the ground was hard to do, even if it did add some height to her measily five feet and five inches.
Though it was probably more fashionable to have pale skin, Isadora's skin was tanned from all the time she spent out doors in the sun, both living and training. She cared nothing for fashion, and could careless what others thought of her. She had no reason to care after all, since she wasn't seeking friends or a husband to fill her life with. She only wanted to hum her skills with weapons, as was in her blood to do so. Isadora knew that the life she wanted to lead was hard, lonely life, but she seemed perfectly fine with it. She didn't know what she would be missing, and didn't seem to care to know at all.
The sun was getting lower in the sky, and when it was almost impossible to see anymore, Isadora finally stopped in a clearing. She quickly gathered together sticks that she would make a fire out of and placed them together before she set out to make the fire. It didn't take her long to get it going. Because she didn't sleep with anything, she stretched on on the ground beside the fire. She used her arms for pillows. She watched the night time sky and listened carefully to the goings and comings near her camp.
She had drifted to sleep when she heard a noise that wasn't her fire crackling, or the bugs chripping. It sounded like foot steps. Isadora stayed completely still as she tried to keep track of where they were coming from and where they were heading.