Irene
07-06-08, 02:10 PM
Name: Irene Enykra Sogoth Thiilrilbrael Tenaeldrifter Panonpronon Dragonstein Saaustu, but most people just call me Irene.
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Age: Of legal age to do whatever I please.
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Sex: No thank you.
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Occupation: Summoner, Priestess of the gods, all of them, and in honor of my ancestors, Adventurer extrordinaire.
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Height/weight: 5'10", 150 pounds.
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Hair Color: All the colors of the rainbow.
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Eye Color, whatever I please it to be.
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Race and general physical description:
See, there's a real funny story behind all that. I am Human, Elven, Dwarf, Gnome, Halfling, Draconian, Demon, Fae, Mermaid, and even Orcish. My ancestors were all traveling priests and adventurers, traveling accross many lands. Sometimes they would visit with the locals for awhile. I was the result of some of those visits. This has given me quite the appearence. I have thick skin thanks to my Dwarven and Orc ancestors, however that was several generations ago, it's not really that thick anymore. My hair is a variety of colors, Red, Blond, Black, even Pink green and purple. I don't know why, it just is. My eyes change color whenever I want them to, it's a real neat party trick, and possibly the only magic left because of my Fae ancestors. I have their wings, but their weird to look at, because their also Mixed with Draconian wing aspects. Alas, I can't fly very far, or very well with them, but I have crossed some pretty deep and wide canyons though, but not overly large ones. I have a tail too, but it's smaller than the average Draconians. One of my ancestors was a Draconian with Red scales, but he had a weird sickness that discolored his scales until they were pink. He said he came from the stars themselves, and spoke of a strange variety of dragons that lived outside of what he said was the atmosphere, whatever that was. He was regarded as an insane lunatic and most people shunned him. But his scales are my scales now, but their not as strong as other Draconians might be, but they serve me well enough. Their also somewhat fishy in appearence, some of my ancestors were Mermaids after all. Worst of all are my hands. Their human enough, but their unmistakeably claw like, my nails are sharper than normal after all. One might think with Dwarven, gnome, and halfling ancestors, I would be real short, but my other ancestors were also real tall. If it weren't for the adaptability of my human ancestors, and humans in general, my own ancestory might kill me, but no, my human aspects balance it all out and make me, unique little old me.
So, that's me, a strange looking woman with wings that to appearences, could be Fae or Draconian, multi-colored hair and eyes, pink scales in her bluish white skin, like my lips, Natural I assure you. My hands are unmistakably clawish, but still hands. My tail swishes around in the air behind me. Children think I'm funny to look at, Adults avoid me because their uncomfortable with my appearence, I'm lonely being me, even with a voluptious full-figured curvy body. One mean spirited brute who claimed to be from somewhere called earth, from some time period called the late twentieth to early twenty-first century said I was a real Heinz Fifty-seven, whatever that means. I think he's referring to my mixed backround, but I'm proud of my heritage, as diverse as it is. If I can exist, surely a lasting world peace can too.
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Language: One might think I would know a wide variety of languages, but no, all I know is Common and Tradespeak.
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Weapons: Well, my claws are sharp as steel, but I'm not really that strong, and I'm a bit cowardly, so I don't actually use them that often. I suppose if I had to sum it up to one or two words, I'm below average in fighting, it's not really my thing.
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Armor: My scales are like leather, but their not that numerous, however they are appropriately placed to protect my vitals, not that that actually means anything to a skilled fighter.
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History: Before I go on, let me expand upon me, not just my ancestory that makes me look strange.
My parents, they were a loving bunch, but they weren't my real parents. They adopted me from an orphanage at the tender young age of seven. They were small country priests in Underwood that would serve anyone's religion, and if you asked them right, they would even preach about N'jal. They adopted me because even that younge, I was a real unique looker. The other kids made fun of me and teased me. Unfortunatly, niether my adoptive parents nor the old orphanage knew anything about my parents, aside from a gold locket inscribed with my very long and unusual name. They said I was found outside in a basket, how cliche is that? Couldn't they come up with anything better? No matter, I was gone, and as I said, my new parents were a loving bunch. However, right after I was adopted, the dreams started. I was, in this place. It was a grand palace, it was magnificent. There were these strange people there, they spoke to me, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. They argued and disagreed on many things, but they all agreed a great darkness had come to their world, and they had at least agreed to use me in their plans. I objected wholeheartedly, I was only a kid, I didn't want to go out and adventure! But then, the oldest of them, he said his name was Draconus, he revealed to me about my ancestors, and how they were all adventurers. He said it was in my blood, I couldn't resist what was in my blood. Every time I fell asleep, I was in their palaces. They subjected me to all manner of trials and tests, and everytime I objected, they reminded me I was an adventurer by birth. I told my parents when I was awake, and they only smiled and nodded, they didn't believe me.
So what was a kid to do. Over the years, I grew up, and matured into a woman. I came to understand the will of the gods even better than my parents. How could I not? They tormented me with their constant trials in my sleep, it was inevitable that I should become a priestess of their word and will. True to what they said, as I matured, the urge to adventure stirred within me. By this point I was obedient to their will, even that of The Star Gods, and the other dieties worshipped throughout Althanas. No one, except certain dark gods, wanted the world destroyed or harmed. Then, on the day I reached Adulthood, I went into the forest to pick flowers, such lovely things, I like wearing them in my hair, and so I picked a lovely bunch of roses, and braided them into my hair. However a thunderstorm had brewed while I was out, and I hurried home. I got to the village in time to see a bold of Lightning strike my house, and set it ablaze. I screamed in terror and cowered behind the village well. I prayed to the gods who wanted me to serve them, I begged them to save my home, and they relented, and caused the rain to become torrential, putting out the fire immediatly.
That day changed my life, for my parents had died immediatly when the lightning stuck the house, for it had struck through a window and killed them, even as it set the house ablaze. In the days afterwards, the other villagers avoided me, and no one came to the church for my religous services. Outcast from my village, I gathered what little had been spared from the fire, coincedentally it was just a few travelling supplies, and set out on my own.
I pray daily to the gods that they might reveal more of their divine plan to oust this encroaching darkness from the world, but as of yet, nothing has been revealed to me. Not in dreams, not in any manner. Perhaps they have not yet reached agreement yet. I don't even know who my enemy is, aside from that they say it is darkness in man's form.
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Skills:
Flight: My wings are strong enough to carry me, but not for more than twenty feet at a time. After awhile, four or five such flights, I am too worn to fly any more.
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Spiritual strength: My soul is 1.5 times stronger than the average persons. This attribute manifests itself differently in the things I summon.
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Summon: The gods have trained me in my dreams to be able to summon great creatures. In order to retain my summoning abilities, I must remain chaste, unless I am married, and even then, may only be with the one I marry. When I summon, I dnon't disappear or anything, I'm right there next to the summoned creature, but they're supposed to protect me. Until killed or dismissed, they stick around for about ten minutes, at least I think it's ten minutes, never really timed it.
> Grath, Hromagh's Blessed Warrior
The first summon I earned came from Hromagh. As one might expect of the beast god, His Blessed Warrior is powerful. It looks like it has the head of a bull, complete with horns, Paws and mane like that of a lion, and the body of an upright bear, much like he regularly manifests to his devoted followers.
Hromagh's Blessed Warrior is both a berserker and a barbarian in nature, and my spiritual strength gives him Physical strength equal to my Spiritual strength.
He is an Average fighter, and hefts a mean steel bladed battle axe. He is of above average fighting skill. He can be killed like any regular warrior, however once killed, he will turn to energy and flees to Hromagh's center of Worship, and can't be summoned again for three days while he recovers.
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Items: Aside from the clothes on my back, that is, a nice red dress, I have naught but a knapsack filled with some dried jerky, oh, and 200 Gold in donations to the priesthood. I am a member of the priesthood, so clearly it's my money. Oh yeah, and my gold locket, but I wouldn't part with it for the world. As I gain new summons, their symbol becomes inscribed inside it. Currently it has Hromagh's seal below my name.
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Age: Of legal age to do whatever I please.
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Sex: No thank you.
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Occupation: Summoner, Priestess of the gods, all of them, and in honor of my ancestors, Adventurer extrordinaire.
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Height/weight: 5'10", 150 pounds.
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Hair Color: All the colors of the rainbow.
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Eye Color, whatever I please it to be.
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Race and general physical description:
See, there's a real funny story behind all that. I am Human, Elven, Dwarf, Gnome, Halfling, Draconian, Demon, Fae, Mermaid, and even Orcish. My ancestors were all traveling priests and adventurers, traveling accross many lands. Sometimes they would visit with the locals for awhile. I was the result of some of those visits. This has given me quite the appearence. I have thick skin thanks to my Dwarven and Orc ancestors, however that was several generations ago, it's not really that thick anymore. My hair is a variety of colors, Red, Blond, Black, even Pink green and purple. I don't know why, it just is. My eyes change color whenever I want them to, it's a real neat party trick, and possibly the only magic left because of my Fae ancestors. I have their wings, but their weird to look at, because their also Mixed with Draconian wing aspects. Alas, I can't fly very far, or very well with them, but I have crossed some pretty deep and wide canyons though, but not overly large ones. I have a tail too, but it's smaller than the average Draconians. One of my ancestors was a Draconian with Red scales, but he had a weird sickness that discolored his scales until they were pink. He said he came from the stars themselves, and spoke of a strange variety of dragons that lived outside of what he said was the atmosphere, whatever that was. He was regarded as an insane lunatic and most people shunned him. But his scales are my scales now, but their not as strong as other Draconians might be, but they serve me well enough. Their also somewhat fishy in appearence, some of my ancestors were Mermaids after all. Worst of all are my hands. Their human enough, but their unmistakeably claw like, my nails are sharper than normal after all. One might think with Dwarven, gnome, and halfling ancestors, I would be real short, but my other ancestors were also real tall. If it weren't for the adaptability of my human ancestors, and humans in general, my own ancestory might kill me, but no, my human aspects balance it all out and make me, unique little old me.
So, that's me, a strange looking woman with wings that to appearences, could be Fae or Draconian, multi-colored hair and eyes, pink scales in her bluish white skin, like my lips, Natural I assure you. My hands are unmistakably clawish, but still hands. My tail swishes around in the air behind me. Children think I'm funny to look at, Adults avoid me because their uncomfortable with my appearence, I'm lonely being me, even with a voluptious full-figured curvy body. One mean spirited brute who claimed to be from somewhere called earth, from some time period called the late twentieth to early twenty-first century said I was a real Heinz Fifty-seven, whatever that means. I think he's referring to my mixed backround, but I'm proud of my heritage, as diverse as it is. If I can exist, surely a lasting world peace can too.
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Language: One might think I would know a wide variety of languages, but no, all I know is Common and Tradespeak.
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Weapons: Well, my claws are sharp as steel, but I'm not really that strong, and I'm a bit cowardly, so I don't actually use them that often. I suppose if I had to sum it up to one or two words, I'm below average in fighting, it's not really my thing.
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Armor: My scales are like leather, but their not that numerous, however they are appropriately placed to protect my vitals, not that that actually means anything to a skilled fighter.
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History: Before I go on, let me expand upon me, not just my ancestory that makes me look strange.
My parents, they were a loving bunch, but they weren't my real parents. They adopted me from an orphanage at the tender young age of seven. They were small country priests in Underwood that would serve anyone's religion, and if you asked them right, they would even preach about N'jal. They adopted me because even that younge, I was a real unique looker. The other kids made fun of me and teased me. Unfortunatly, niether my adoptive parents nor the old orphanage knew anything about my parents, aside from a gold locket inscribed with my very long and unusual name. They said I was found outside in a basket, how cliche is that? Couldn't they come up with anything better? No matter, I was gone, and as I said, my new parents were a loving bunch. However, right after I was adopted, the dreams started. I was, in this place. It was a grand palace, it was magnificent. There were these strange people there, they spoke to me, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. They argued and disagreed on many things, but they all agreed a great darkness had come to their world, and they had at least agreed to use me in their plans. I objected wholeheartedly, I was only a kid, I didn't want to go out and adventure! But then, the oldest of them, he said his name was Draconus, he revealed to me about my ancestors, and how they were all adventurers. He said it was in my blood, I couldn't resist what was in my blood. Every time I fell asleep, I was in their palaces. They subjected me to all manner of trials and tests, and everytime I objected, they reminded me I was an adventurer by birth. I told my parents when I was awake, and they only smiled and nodded, they didn't believe me.
So what was a kid to do. Over the years, I grew up, and matured into a woman. I came to understand the will of the gods even better than my parents. How could I not? They tormented me with their constant trials in my sleep, it was inevitable that I should become a priestess of their word and will. True to what they said, as I matured, the urge to adventure stirred within me. By this point I was obedient to their will, even that of The Star Gods, and the other dieties worshipped throughout Althanas. No one, except certain dark gods, wanted the world destroyed or harmed. Then, on the day I reached Adulthood, I went into the forest to pick flowers, such lovely things, I like wearing them in my hair, and so I picked a lovely bunch of roses, and braided them into my hair. However a thunderstorm had brewed while I was out, and I hurried home. I got to the village in time to see a bold of Lightning strike my house, and set it ablaze. I screamed in terror and cowered behind the village well. I prayed to the gods who wanted me to serve them, I begged them to save my home, and they relented, and caused the rain to become torrential, putting out the fire immediatly.
That day changed my life, for my parents had died immediatly when the lightning stuck the house, for it had struck through a window and killed them, even as it set the house ablaze. In the days afterwards, the other villagers avoided me, and no one came to the church for my religous services. Outcast from my village, I gathered what little had been spared from the fire, coincedentally it was just a few travelling supplies, and set out on my own.
I pray daily to the gods that they might reveal more of their divine plan to oust this encroaching darkness from the world, but as of yet, nothing has been revealed to me. Not in dreams, not in any manner. Perhaps they have not yet reached agreement yet. I don't even know who my enemy is, aside from that they say it is darkness in man's form.
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Skills:
Flight: My wings are strong enough to carry me, but not for more than twenty feet at a time. After awhile, four or five such flights, I am too worn to fly any more.
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Spiritual strength: My soul is 1.5 times stronger than the average persons. This attribute manifests itself differently in the things I summon.
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Summon: The gods have trained me in my dreams to be able to summon great creatures. In order to retain my summoning abilities, I must remain chaste, unless I am married, and even then, may only be with the one I marry. When I summon, I dnon't disappear or anything, I'm right there next to the summoned creature, but they're supposed to protect me. Until killed or dismissed, they stick around for about ten minutes, at least I think it's ten minutes, never really timed it.
> Grath, Hromagh's Blessed Warrior
The first summon I earned came from Hromagh. As one might expect of the beast god, His Blessed Warrior is powerful. It looks like it has the head of a bull, complete with horns, Paws and mane like that of a lion, and the body of an upright bear, much like he regularly manifests to his devoted followers.
Hromagh's Blessed Warrior is both a berserker and a barbarian in nature, and my spiritual strength gives him Physical strength equal to my Spiritual strength.
He is an Average fighter, and hefts a mean steel bladed battle axe. He is of above average fighting skill. He can be killed like any regular warrior, however once killed, he will turn to energy and flees to Hromagh's center of Worship, and can't be summoned again for three days while he recovers.
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Items: Aside from the clothes on my back, that is, a nice red dress, I have naught but a knapsack filled with some dried jerky, oh, and 200 Gold in donations to the priesthood. I am a member of the priesthood, so clearly it's my money. Oh yeah, and my gold locket, but I wouldn't part with it for the world. As I gain new summons, their symbol becomes inscribed inside it. Currently it has Hromagh's seal below my name.