Khaevylin Vadamaril
04-17-08, 06:40 AM
Name: Khaevylin Vadamaril
Age: 15
Race: Elf
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Deep Ocean Blue
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 110
Occupation: Wanderer/Beggar
Personality: A cool, almost predator-like calm mindset in the face of danger and threat, Khaevylin isn’t alarmed by much to do with trouble and the chase. Her biggest fears in life are being caught, being recognised, loss of someone/something close to her, or dying in her sleep from the cold or the starvation. Naturally, (as with most thieves) confrontation makes her quite nervous and on edge, though she reassures herself it’s to keep herself alive while she takes the time to try and make something of her life. Talking to strangers doesn’t scare her as much as it should a young teen, but Khaevylin hasn’t had enough company over the years to have anything much better.
For someone with nothing, Khae has tremendous emotional security. She has no underlying psychological problems that really affect her mood or her life, and she’s very caught up in the present and bettering the future for herself. The biggest downfall that she seems to have developed is a massive fear of loss and losing something or someone dear to her. Fortunately, Khaevylin doesn’t tend to run around getting attached to everything she sees, and is pretty content on living life independently, although it gets increasingly hard.
Her usual demeanor tends to be relaxed, she’s easily cheered, a smirk or hearty smile livening up her pale little face at least a few times a day. The extremes of her mood swings are either angry, usually frustration, or misery if she hasn’t really had any success or food in a while. Understandably that could drag those in the best of spirits down, but it only takes a day or two for her to be floating on air, planning the next food raid from the market.
Appearance: With skin as pale as milk, and dark hair that offers little but a bland sheet of brown that livens up the slightest in the sunlight, when a gold shine marks the natural undertones in her hair, it’s no wonder her eyes are probably her most noticeable feature. Even then, the lighting can make them seem dull. They’re like sapphires flecked with lighter greyed blues and darker stormy blues on the clearest of days, and lending to a more innocent appearance. Khae’s features are well-balanced, and though her face still has a touch of youth, her features are already quite strong and statuesque.
Unexpectedly tall, this can sometimes lead others to think she is older than the fact. She is slim and has very little bulk in muscle, immediately you can discern that any form or brute force is not her forte. With such long legs, however, Khaevylin makes a fine sprinter. Her lean limbs, and adolescent boyish curves, give her the room for a lot of stealthy skill. Although her lifestyle does give her skin a slightly sick tinge, and her overall appearance the too-thin, starving peasant’s edge.
Usually Khae’s attire consists of dark, torn beggar’s clothes. She’s never known the life of wealth and probably never will (in her long life). She is often unable to find warm enough clothes when the chills of winter arrive.
History: Khaevylin lost contact with her family at a very young age, during a raid on the village they had resided in peacefully up until the point. She’s honestly not sure what happened to her mother, father and brothers, but she was so young, and the memory so distant, that it barely troubles her in lonely times. She can remember being taken in for a time a friend of someone she had known. Khae helped around the house and the kitchen, keeping herself busy with that in her childhood. As she neared her teens, she was sent away to try and find work and hopefully a more successful life when the kind family started to sink into poverty.
Since then Khaevylin has been wandering the streets of whichever city she can follow a merchant’s route to. Living a hard life for an orphan in the gutters, stealing and hiding merely to stay alive. Khae stays in a town until it has been long enough for her to realise whether she will have any better future there, or any opportunity of escaping the vicious cycle that she’s in.
Skills: Khaevylin is uneducated and possesses no magic or outlandish power.
Her build has made it easier for her to gain agility and stealth, and a few years avidly stealing, clambering, running, hiding and thinking on her feet has honed her roguish abilities. She has a little skill with a dagger, and she possessed one for a time, but it was lost and all else she could find to replace it with was a crude, rusted shard of metal that was sharp on one side and looked as if had once belonged on the wheel of a wagon.
Khae possesses the patience and build to become a fighter if she trained, but a her young age and disadvantage, she has never had the opportunity to truly find out if she would have a flair for it.
Equipment: Of course, only that horrible twisted piece of what could be iron, mention earlier.
Age: 15
Race: Elf
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Deep Ocean Blue
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 110
Occupation: Wanderer/Beggar
Personality: A cool, almost predator-like calm mindset in the face of danger and threat, Khaevylin isn’t alarmed by much to do with trouble and the chase. Her biggest fears in life are being caught, being recognised, loss of someone/something close to her, or dying in her sleep from the cold or the starvation. Naturally, (as with most thieves) confrontation makes her quite nervous and on edge, though she reassures herself it’s to keep herself alive while she takes the time to try and make something of her life. Talking to strangers doesn’t scare her as much as it should a young teen, but Khaevylin hasn’t had enough company over the years to have anything much better.
For someone with nothing, Khae has tremendous emotional security. She has no underlying psychological problems that really affect her mood or her life, and she’s very caught up in the present and bettering the future for herself. The biggest downfall that she seems to have developed is a massive fear of loss and losing something or someone dear to her. Fortunately, Khaevylin doesn’t tend to run around getting attached to everything she sees, and is pretty content on living life independently, although it gets increasingly hard.
Her usual demeanor tends to be relaxed, she’s easily cheered, a smirk or hearty smile livening up her pale little face at least a few times a day. The extremes of her mood swings are either angry, usually frustration, or misery if she hasn’t really had any success or food in a while. Understandably that could drag those in the best of spirits down, but it only takes a day or two for her to be floating on air, planning the next food raid from the market.
Appearance: With skin as pale as milk, and dark hair that offers little but a bland sheet of brown that livens up the slightest in the sunlight, when a gold shine marks the natural undertones in her hair, it’s no wonder her eyes are probably her most noticeable feature. Even then, the lighting can make them seem dull. They’re like sapphires flecked with lighter greyed blues and darker stormy blues on the clearest of days, and lending to a more innocent appearance. Khae’s features are well-balanced, and though her face still has a touch of youth, her features are already quite strong and statuesque.
Unexpectedly tall, this can sometimes lead others to think she is older than the fact. She is slim and has very little bulk in muscle, immediately you can discern that any form or brute force is not her forte. With such long legs, however, Khaevylin makes a fine sprinter. Her lean limbs, and adolescent boyish curves, give her the room for a lot of stealthy skill. Although her lifestyle does give her skin a slightly sick tinge, and her overall appearance the too-thin, starving peasant’s edge.
Usually Khae’s attire consists of dark, torn beggar’s clothes. She’s never known the life of wealth and probably never will (in her long life). She is often unable to find warm enough clothes when the chills of winter arrive.
History: Khaevylin lost contact with her family at a very young age, during a raid on the village they had resided in peacefully up until the point. She’s honestly not sure what happened to her mother, father and brothers, but she was so young, and the memory so distant, that it barely troubles her in lonely times. She can remember being taken in for a time a friend of someone she had known. Khae helped around the house and the kitchen, keeping herself busy with that in her childhood. As she neared her teens, she was sent away to try and find work and hopefully a more successful life when the kind family started to sink into poverty.
Since then Khaevylin has been wandering the streets of whichever city she can follow a merchant’s route to. Living a hard life for an orphan in the gutters, stealing and hiding merely to stay alive. Khae stays in a town until it has been long enough for her to realise whether she will have any better future there, or any opportunity of escaping the vicious cycle that she’s in.
Skills: Khaevylin is uneducated and possesses no magic or outlandish power.
Her build has made it easier for her to gain agility and stealth, and a few years avidly stealing, clambering, running, hiding and thinking on her feet has honed her roguish abilities. She has a little skill with a dagger, and she possessed one for a time, but it was lost and all else she could find to replace it with was a crude, rusted shard of metal that was sharp on one side and looked as if had once belonged on the wheel of a wagon.
Khae possesses the patience and build to become a fighter if she trained, but a her young age and disadvantage, she has never had the opportunity to truly find out if she would have a flair for it.
Equipment: Of course, only that horrible twisted piece of what could be iron, mention earlier.