Ebony Angius - Light

[Miss Fifi]

Largeness

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The name is Ebony Angius.
Others call me Ebony, rosey.
I have survived here for 19 years.
There's no doubt I am a girl.
My place in this world is a Townsperson.


SPECIES
*Elf


** User of the LIGHT element.


WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR...
Ebony's young age reflects in her looks quite prominently. Her wide, blue eyes which are equally as light as her father's pop out from her tan complexion. She has smooth features with round cheeks and a heart-shaped face. She has almond-shaped eyes, full lips and the most genuine smile one could ever see. Ebony's looks mostly take after her mother, including her locks of honey-brown hair that curl slightly at the ends. She's a slender girl but with wider hips that she likes to hide by wearing long, flowing skirts of all different designs and patterns. Ebony's ears aren't nearly as pointed as her father's--her mother was a human. Regardless, they still come to a slight and graceful tip at the end and extend slightly out from the sides of her head. She's a bit short, standing at only five feet even. It can be quite the obstacle, considering she has to do everything herself, but she's found ways around it. Wearing heeled boots, for example, is a habit she's grown into over the years of struggling to reach the top shelf. She tries to keep after her appearance, but after digging in dirt and planting all day long, it can be quite a struggle. Often she has little dirt smudges here and there all over her arms and face, making her look a bit tomboy-ish. Which, some might say, is a rather accurate description of this farm girl.



ABILITIES

• Manipulation of light
  
• Good with a sword
  
• Archery
  
• Her assertiveness
  
• Can detect a lie a mile away
  
• Very self-sufficient
  
  

DISABILITIES

• Weak against darkness
  
• Magic is not very strong
  
• Low tolerance level for cold weather
  

MY OWN PERSON...
This tough and dependent woman is not nearly as innocent and frail as she may seem. Beneath her soft exterior is a tough, go-to attitude with bursts of determination. When something needs to be done, she does it. No tomfoolery, no excuses, no messing around. She just rolls up her sleeves and digs in, often literally. This elf is very in tune with the world around her and prefers to grow her own food from her own land than take the fruits of others' labors. Ebony is the exact likeness of her father as far as her persona; they both never give up and are increasingly stubborn. She can be quite the firecracker--she doesn't take "no" as an answer too well. Her assertive, throw-back-in-your-face attitude frequently causes conflict between her and authority figures. She resembles her nickname very well: softness and beauty of a rose, but with her own thorns.

Not one to purposely break the peace, Ebony is typically quite docile and friendly, especially towards stranger. She has a habit of talking to herself, out of insanity she claims, but she herself knows it to be out of loneliness. This often solitary elf despises being alone. Even feeling alone can bring on feelings of despair on this usually positive, upbeat, strongwilled fighter. Even with as much of a realistic outlook that she has, Ebony still lets her mind wander; she daydreams throughout the day. Sometimes the imaginary is the only way to escape the stress of the reality.

LIKES

• Gardening
  
• Cooking
  
• Meeting new people
  
• Birds
  
• Music
  

DISLIKES

• Fire
  
• Cleaning
  
• Hot weather
  
• Arrogance
  
• Being alone
  
• Spiders
  

THE STORY OF MY PAST...
Ebony grew up in a simple home, with a simple family, and a simple lifestyle. Nothing was difficult or complicated; they woke up each morning, farmed each day, then slept each night. Everything in Ebony's life was perfectly predictable. That is, until the day her father became a Guardian. That just pretty darn much flipped her whole easy living world upside-down. After a while, the routine grew back in, but just with a few changes. Her father wasn't always alongside them, but he came when he could, helped where he could, spent some time with them, then left again. It was a little different, a little uncomfortable at first, but she adjusted. Then another meteor rocked her world--the death of her mother. Raphael was crushed. She was crushed. Their life, their quiet little niche, was completely shattered. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them did anything except wander around like soulless zombies, trying to pick up the pieces and rebuild what they once had. It wasn't possible, they both knew, but yet they tried. Ebony was still young; she was just the tender age of nine. Only a year later, her father had to walk away from her for good. It wasn't just a day, or a week. It was forever. In his wake he left her elderly, half-minded great grandmother to watch over her, or rather the other way around. The company keeps her from feeling completely empty, but she still yearns for the warmth of her father's arms.


SAMPLE OF THE WORKS...
Nope.


EXTRAS...
Ebony has a dragon scale dagger with her at all times, given to her by her father.

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