Calling Away, Come Away
06-24-08, 09:01 PM
Name: Sir Erevan Hadarai of Summer
Age: 63
Apparent Age: 26
Race: Eladrin
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 173 lb.
Occupation: Knight of the Summer Court
Personality: Like most of the Summer, Erevan is generally benign, though a wild fire burns within him. It is with this fire that he strikes out against enemies of Summer, and against those whom he perceives to have offended him. Foremost among Summer's foes are the Winter Court and its allies. However, the Summer Knight holds ever a place in his heart for his younger sister, Caelynna, whom he believes has been tricked by Winter. Like all of the sidhe, Erevan is wary of, and holds in contempt, natives of the mortal realm. That is not to say that he would never ally himself with mortalkind, as even the sidhe -- especially the sidhe -- recognize the usefulness of those not bound by their own eldritch laws.
Appearance: Erevan has an elegant, angular, and fine-featured visage with a sharp nose and pointed ears. His eyes, in particular, are worthy of note, as they are without pupil or white -- simply opalescent pools of viridian that seem to pierce into your very soul. His hair is shoulder length, perfectly straight, and golden blonde. He wears a tunic and breeches of green silk, embroidered at the top right of his chest with an emblem of the sun. Green leather bracers and pointed pauldrons protect his shoulders and forearms in battle. About his waist is a belt of leather, buckled with three crescents at varying angles.
Skills:
Fighting Style:
Swordsmanship- Erevan is above average in his use of most swords, preferring longswords and sabres. His fighting style consists mostly of measured and powerful thrusts, with sweeping parries.
Fleet of Foot- Erevan is lithe and adroit, as most of his heritage are. Quick steps carry him swiftly across the battlefield, dancing around enemies in a whirl of steel.
Summer Magic:
Witchfire- White fire billows from Erevan's outstretched palm, covering the target. It burns only for a moment, dealing moderate physical damage, but traces linger distractingly in the mind. He can use this once per thread.
Sidhe Traits: Erevan is a sidhe, a member of the Faerie Courts, and so carries the peculiar traits of the fae. He cannot directly lie, though he is adept at deceiving with half-truths and misdirection. As well, he cannot break a promise, though he can twist the wording so that she may get out of it or fulfill it. Plynt is particularly dangerous to the sidhe, as it causes their blood to burn when they are wounded by it. Erevan, however, is one of the Summer Knights, and has a slight resistance to this effect.
Equipment:
Weapons:
Bralani Sabre- Erevan possesses a simple, but elegant, steel sabre. Forged by bralani weaponsmiths in the Fae realms, it may grow in power to become more than a simple sword in the hands of its chosen wielder.
Armor:
Leather Armor- Erevan's torso and forearms are protected by hardened leather. His boots, as well, are similarly guarded.
Name: Lady Caelynna Hadarai of Winter
Age: 46
Apparent Age: 22
Race: Eladrin
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 136 lb.
Occupation: Lady of the Winter Court
Personality: Like her brother, Caelynna is possessed of a fiery spirit, though this is tempered by the cold, harsh demeanor of her new brethren in the Winter Court. She works for her mistress, Niamh, with great enthusiasm, weaving her magic for the better of Winter, whether she strikes against Summer and its allies, or whether she tempts potentially useful mortals into the chilly fold of her mistress. She looks upon her brother with the same contempt she holds for mortals, seeing him as a weak pawn of the power-wielding Summer Queen.
Appearance: Caelynna has an elegant, angular, and fine-featured visage with full lips and pointed ears. Her eyes, in particular, are worthy of note, as they are without pupil or white -- simply opalescent pools of violet that seem to pierce into your very soul. Her hair is waist length, perfectly straight, and pale blonde. She wears a beautiful dress of violet silk, emblazoned with emblems of the crescent moon. Over this, she wraps herself in an emerald green cloak, clasped with a silver crescent moon grasping a large, flat amethyst.
Skills:
Fighting Style:
Knife Proficiency- Caelynna is proficient, and average in skill, with knives and other small blades.
Deft Dancing- Caelynna is quite capable of avoiding most blows brought to her by the average mortal, though anyone with some skill would have an easier time striking her.
Winter Magic:
Eyebite- By gazing into the eyes of her target for a prolonged period of time, Caelynna brings a torrent of psychic assault sweeping through his or her mind, confusing them and causing mild headaches. In the wake of this attack, the Lady of Winter flickers from the target's view for a few seconds. This is a passive effect that Caelynna must concentrate on to hold at bay. Fae and strong-willed individuals are immune, and those who are not can avoid this by only glancing at her eyes.
Freezing Cloud- With a strong gesture, Caelynna may summon a fog of freezing energy, damaging anyone caught within. This cloud persists for ten seconds before dissipating, and she can summon it twice per thread.
Eldritch Power- Utilizing the raw power of Winter granted her by the Faerie Court, Caelynna may fire blasts of destructive energy at will. She cannot sustain them for longer than a moment, and they deal only moderate damage.
Sidhe Traits: Caelynna is a sidhe, a member of the Faerie Courts, and so carries the peculiar traits of the fae. She cannot directly lie, though she is adept at deceiving with half-truths and misdirection. As well, she cannot break a promise, though she can twist the wording so that she may get out of it or fulfill it. Plynt is particularly dangerous to the sidhe, as it causes their blood to burn when they are wounded by it.
Equipment:
Weapons:
Ghaele Athame- Caelynna possesses a simple and elegant single-edged steel knife, shaped by the ghaele weaponsmiths of the Winter Court.
History: Once upon a time, Erevan and Caelynna were inseparable. Ever the wise big brother, Erevan watched after his sister during their romps in the Summer lands of Faerie. One day, the pair had travelled far into the forest of the sylvan realm, and the vibrant colors of the trees and flowers began to change color. Red as blood, fiery orange, and brown as the dirt. Here and there, trees were without foliage, and the children stared in awe at the strangeness of it. Erevan had heard of such things, and knew that they were nearing the Borderlands, where neither Summer nor Winter held sway and the Stone Circle where the Courts held council. He warned little Caelynna not to continue on, but the girl was defiant and ran off ahead.
And in the distance, he heard a song...
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling "Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart."
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling "Away, come away."
The poem is The Hosting of the Sidhe by William Butler Yeats.
Age: 63
Apparent Age: 26
Race: Eladrin
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 173 lb.
Occupation: Knight of the Summer Court
Personality: Like most of the Summer, Erevan is generally benign, though a wild fire burns within him. It is with this fire that he strikes out against enemies of Summer, and against those whom he perceives to have offended him. Foremost among Summer's foes are the Winter Court and its allies. However, the Summer Knight holds ever a place in his heart for his younger sister, Caelynna, whom he believes has been tricked by Winter. Like all of the sidhe, Erevan is wary of, and holds in contempt, natives of the mortal realm. That is not to say that he would never ally himself with mortalkind, as even the sidhe -- especially the sidhe -- recognize the usefulness of those not bound by their own eldritch laws.
Appearance: Erevan has an elegant, angular, and fine-featured visage with a sharp nose and pointed ears. His eyes, in particular, are worthy of note, as they are without pupil or white -- simply opalescent pools of viridian that seem to pierce into your very soul. His hair is shoulder length, perfectly straight, and golden blonde. He wears a tunic and breeches of green silk, embroidered at the top right of his chest with an emblem of the sun. Green leather bracers and pointed pauldrons protect his shoulders and forearms in battle. About his waist is a belt of leather, buckled with three crescents at varying angles.
Skills:
Fighting Style:
Swordsmanship- Erevan is above average in his use of most swords, preferring longswords and sabres. His fighting style consists mostly of measured and powerful thrusts, with sweeping parries.
Fleet of Foot- Erevan is lithe and adroit, as most of his heritage are. Quick steps carry him swiftly across the battlefield, dancing around enemies in a whirl of steel.
Summer Magic:
Witchfire- White fire billows from Erevan's outstretched palm, covering the target. It burns only for a moment, dealing moderate physical damage, but traces linger distractingly in the mind. He can use this once per thread.
Sidhe Traits: Erevan is a sidhe, a member of the Faerie Courts, and so carries the peculiar traits of the fae. He cannot directly lie, though he is adept at deceiving with half-truths and misdirection. As well, he cannot break a promise, though he can twist the wording so that she may get out of it or fulfill it. Plynt is particularly dangerous to the sidhe, as it causes their blood to burn when they are wounded by it. Erevan, however, is one of the Summer Knights, and has a slight resistance to this effect.
Equipment:
Weapons:
Bralani Sabre- Erevan possesses a simple, but elegant, steel sabre. Forged by bralani weaponsmiths in the Fae realms, it may grow in power to become more than a simple sword in the hands of its chosen wielder.
Armor:
Leather Armor- Erevan's torso and forearms are protected by hardened leather. His boots, as well, are similarly guarded.
Name: Lady Caelynna Hadarai of Winter
Age: 46
Apparent Age: 22
Race: Eladrin
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 136 lb.
Occupation: Lady of the Winter Court
Personality: Like her brother, Caelynna is possessed of a fiery spirit, though this is tempered by the cold, harsh demeanor of her new brethren in the Winter Court. She works for her mistress, Niamh, with great enthusiasm, weaving her magic for the better of Winter, whether she strikes against Summer and its allies, or whether she tempts potentially useful mortals into the chilly fold of her mistress. She looks upon her brother with the same contempt she holds for mortals, seeing him as a weak pawn of the power-wielding Summer Queen.
Appearance: Caelynna has an elegant, angular, and fine-featured visage with full lips and pointed ears. Her eyes, in particular, are worthy of note, as they are without pupil or white -- simply opalescent pools of violet that seem to pierce into your very soul. Her hair is waist length, perfectly straight, and pale blonde. She wears a beautiful dress of violet silk, emblazoned with emblems of the crescent moon. Over this, she wraps herself in an emerald green cloak, clasped with a silver crescent moon grasping a large, flat amethyst.
Skills:
Fighting Style:
Knife Proficiency- Caelynna is proficient, and average in skill, with knives and other small blades.
Deft Dancing- Caelynna is quite capable of avoiding most blows brought to her by the average mortal, though anyone with some skill would have an easier time striking her.
Winter Magic:
Eyebite- By gazing into the eyes of her target for a prolonged period of time, Caelynna brings a torrent of psychic assault sweeping through his or her mind, confusing them and causing mild headaches. In the wake of this attack, the Lady of Winter flickers from the target's view for a few seconds. This is a passive effect that Caelynna must concentrate on to hold at bay. Fae and strong-willed individuals are immune, and those who are not can avoid this by only glancing at her eyes.
Freezing Cloud- With a strong gesture, Caelynna may summon a fog of freezing energy, damaging anyone caught within. This cloud persists for ten seconds before dissipating, and she can summon it twice per thread.
Eldritch Power- Utilizing the raw power of Winter granted her by the Faerie Court, Caelynna may fire blasts of destructive energy at will. She cannot sustain them for longer than a moment, and they deal only moderate damage.
Sidhe Traits: Caelynna is a sidhe, a member of the Faerie Courts, and so carries the peculiar traits of the fae. She cannot directly lie, though she is adept at deceiving with half-truths and misdirection. As well, she cannot break a promise, though she can twist the wording so that she may get out of it or fulfill it. Plynt is particularly dangerous to the sidhe, as it causes their blood to burn when they are wounded by it.
Equipment:
Weapons:
Ghaele Athame- Caelynna possesses a simple and elegant single-edged steel knife, shaped by the ghaele weaponsmiths of the Winter Court.
History: Once upon a time, Erevan and Caelynna were inseparable. Ever the wise big brother, Erevan watched after his sister during their romps in the Summer lands of Faerie. One day, the pair had travelled far into the forest of the sylvan realm, and the vibrant colors of the trees and flowers began to change color. Red as blood, fiery orange, and brown as the dirt. Here and there, trees were without foliage, and the children stared in awe at the strangeness of it. Erevan had heard of such things, and knew that they were nearing the Borderlands, where neither Summer nor Winter held sway and the Stone Circle where the Courts held council. He warned little Caelynna not to continue on, but the girl was defiant and ran off ahead.
And in the distance, he heard a song...
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling "Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart."
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling "Away, come away."
The poem is The Hosting of the Sidhe by William Butler Yeats.