Post by »Míríel« on Jul 21, 2011 23:16:27 GMT -4
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The name is Miriel Trail.
Others call me Miriel.
I have survived here for 126 years.
There's no doubt I am a Female.
My place in this world is a Townsperson.
SPECIES Elf
** User of the ELEMENT Light
WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR...
Golden blonde hair tumbles down the back of a tall and fair female. Her locks have a slight curl to them, giving a carefree and whimsical look to her. Blue iris's rimmed in navy blue stare out with a pleasant expression and are rimmed with thick black eyelashes. There is something in those eyes, despite the carefree light, a sort of age, and wisdom shine forth, but also a glint of stubbornness. Yet even with the marks of age in her eyes her features look no older than a twenty-two year old.
Her figure is pleasing, but not over done. It has a slender and graceful look to it. Yet those slender arms and legs are toned from practice with the sword and from riding upon her steed. Usually she wears a short skit, maybe split, with high boots that come to her knees. Also there is a sort of leggings she wears to protect herself from saddle rub. The shirt she wears hugs her figure is nothing to fancy, being cut off in a upside down V showing her stomach and has no sleeves. Long glove/sleeves are on her arms, giving protection and grip to protect her hands from growing rough from the sword and constant use.
There is nothing fancy about her clothes, instead they have an elegant finish to them with little pieces of decoration added to them. Instead of having embroidery on her cloths creating high contrast, she prefers closer shades. This sort of clothing has its benefits, the natural colors help her blend in to her surroundings, and with no fancy garnishes there is nothing to hinder her movements.
There is almost always a sword on her hip, it is a long graceful blade that has a slight curve to it, adding in elegance. The sheath is made of a darker wood. Metal wreaths up and down on it creating what looks to be shafts of light piercing through the darkness. The hilt is of the one and a half hand, allowing one hand to wield the sword, but if needed another can be used. The Pommel has a diamonds encompassing it, cut in the shape of thin diamonds and held in place by metal. Elvish script wraps itself around the hilt in silver. The diamonds tend to catch the light, so they have been wrapped in a black cloth to hide it, and thus the elvish script has been covered as well. If the blade was to be pulled out the metal would be laced with designs of intertwining lines, looking like beams of light twisting around one another.
With such a sword it is one of her prized possessions and she is very possessive of it, it was once her fathers. Her other prized possession is a necklace of two leaves intertwined with a star of diamonds in the center. The leaves symbolize her species and the star her
element.
ABILITIES
- Control of light
- Healing (Only minor wounds manily, major wounds take lots of concentration and healing pains her, for she takes the pain from the person and brings it upon herself, making it something she doesn't do much.
- Understanding of Animals (She is an elf after all)
- Skilled swordsmanship and agility
- Great hearing and sight (Elvish qualities)
DISABILITIES
- Darkness (She's scare of it)
- Stubbornness
- A tender heart that gives pity to quickly
- Can have a bit of a temper when the right buttons are pushed.
MY OWN PERSON...
When you first meet Miriel she seems welcoming, and kind, but a little stand offish at first. She is wary of strangers, but not in a cold way, just a cautious manner. Once you start talking this falls away quickly and you are welcomed as a friend. Some say that she gives her trust to easily, which is true, and this was something her father always worried about. Yet there are a few things that she rarely shares with even her closest friends and becomes closed up, something totally contradicting her normal character. That is her history and her father.
Once you get to know her you will find her pleasant and looking at the positive side of life. She has found that the things that are negative are better not looked at, for one could get lost in them. That is another character flaw that is revealed in Miriel, she has a tender heart, which not only means she is welcoming and has a soft spot for the hurt, but also means she can be easily wounded. Never the less once she is wounded she usually heals quickly and forgives easily.
Somehow Miriel is usually able to see into a person's character and not judge them for what they are but see the good traits of the person and think of them in that manner. Because of her years, she has seen lots of pain and treated many wounds. Where most would flinch or turn away Miriel faces head on and keeps her wits about her.
As mentioned above in her disabilities, she has a stubbornness streak and a bit of a temper. If Miriel has her mind set on doing something, you might as well give up trying to talk her out of it, she won't budge a bit. As for her temper, this isn't usually the temper that flares up and explodes and wipes everything off of the planet, but is a cold and chilling anger that usually shocks the victim because of the suddenness. Sure she has the little spats of fire in her, but these are very superficial and die down quickly, beware her silence.
Last thing you may want to know about Miriel is that even though she seems independent and more than able to stand on her own two feet. (Which is true) She also craves love and attention. More than anything, she wants to love someone, and whoever that may will have an endless flow of affection from her heart.
LIKES
- Animals
- Light
- Nature
- Sword fighting
- Riding
- Adventure
DISLIKES
- Dark (Really, it scares her)
- People of little character
- Bossy people
- Cruelty
- Staying in one place for to long (Some exceptions)
THE STORY OF MY PAST...
In her 126 years Miriel has seen just about everything. She has lost a father, a mother, and traveled many places. Yet most of her history she prefers to keep to herself, especially regarding her father. There is a secret she is keeping about him, something that she doesn't want to reveal just yet. The rest of her past is mainly that she got out on her own and started to travel. Throughout her travels she has been welcomed warmly and her touch has left a lightness that people crave.
SAMPLE OF THE WORKS...
Night, beautiful, wonderful night. The darkness was like a cloak that kept Cecily separated from the rest of the world. She was alone, finally. The past couple weeks had been very trying to her. Everyone seemed to be intruding on her desired peace, Neron and then Damion. Secretly, way down deep in a little back corner of her heart she had liked the company and the work. It had been a while since she had actually healed someone first hand. Her nose wrinkled up in the memory, she had lost some good tool due to the vile substance blood.
Cecily had a strange aversion to it. Blood was sticky, red, and the way it oozed out of things was distasteful. Plus it ruined whatever it touched. She had lost way to many dresses to that fluid and spent much time cleaning it from her pure white fur. Although she hated it she didn't mind dealing with it, as long as she had the right tools and her healing instinct took over when she saw someone hurt. Blood, her mind clouded slightly, yes, she hadn't always hated such a thing, but it had such bad memories about it. Oozing, spurting, red, blood...She shook her head, and shuddered.
Her house had reeked with it after Neron and Damion had come through and so she had decided to get more herbs to not only replenish her stock but also to find something that smelled nice. Cecily, being a Kitsune, has a very sensitive sense of smell, and what scent had long faded for others still reeks to her. That is one reason why she stays alone, in the country. City folk applied way to much perfume to her liking. This powerful sense was not always a hindrance, but also a close ally. It made her an excellent cook, healer and tracker. Finding rare herbs had never given her to much of a challenge, even in pitch blackness.
That's exactly what she was doing, looking for herbs. There was one that she liked in particular, a little white flower. For some reason it preferred this dark forest than anywhere else, and its scent was heavenly. She liked to call it the moonflower, for it usually opened in the moonlight of a full moon. This is why she had come this way, and also why she was drawn to the clearing in the forest.
The others that she knew wouldn't recognize her true appearance, not even Tarian. She kept it a secret, for fear of someone finding her pearl, and also because she adored mystery. Also having her true form helped her with many things, including illusions. No one knew where she was or what she was doing. To be honest she was a master at illusions, for she usually laced them with magic, and sometimes even other illusionists couldn't sense her or see through them. Cecily very rarely used these to her advantage though. She preferred to only use them when necessary, or when fleeing. Right now, she was hidden behind an illusion, it was mild to her, but some lower illusionists would have trouble detecting it. If one could see the illusion in the pitch blackness, it would have seen like a little white rabbit hopping around, snuffling here and there. Cecily loved cute animals, and the color white. Even in her human form she had a strange elegant cuteness and hypnotizing eyes that could keep one entertained for hours.
A small white flower came to her knowledge in the edge of the clearing. It was always there, Cecily was very careful to not destroy the plant and to take just what she needed so she could always come back for more. Her little illusion hopped over to the white flower, sniffed it happily and then clipped off a clump or two at the base. A pleasant aroma filled the air around her.
"Delicate, light, beautiful. Little flower if I didn't know better I would think you would be a drop of the moon itself. You will make lovely "teas".[/b]" Suddenly she became aware of someone, something, in the clearing. She amped up her illusion and gazed across the clearing with hostile eyes. Great, a black beast, looks like a dog. Fear quivered in her heart. Soon she picked out that it was a wolf. "Not much better." She sniffed. Gathering the herb in her mouth she took a step back, right onto a twig. SNAP" She froze for a moment, heart pounding. The beast was looking this way and that. It was time to leave. Rabbit just might be on the menu for the beast, and Cecily was pretty sure she wasn't going to fill that order. "All I am trying to do is restock my herb list alone and what happens? I run into a beast." She wrinkled her nose. To the viewer the rabbit would have had its ears at a funny angle, and its nose wriggled up and down. Perhaps she should change to a different animal, one that wouldn't be so appetizing. She thought for a second. "Perhaps a skunk?" Those were dreadful creatures, and she would hate being caught using that illusion. No, she would remain a rabbit, if the wolf had seen her, then changing forms would bring up to much of confusion and if the beast was smart, which being a mythical creature it probably was, it would recognize her as an illusionist. She would keep it simple, sweet, and cute. If it came any closer, well, then she would "disappear".
EXTRAS...
Pets!
Shadowfax: A black arabian Stallion mixed horse that stands about 16.3 hands tall. He is a spirited horse that runs like the wind and isn't afraid to kick. He adores Miriel and can become a bit possessive of her and Syrena
This is Serena (May change I have to go): She is a tiger that Miriel saves from an arrow and has been her devoted companion. She makes an amazing fighting partner and she protects Shadowfax from any predators.
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