wizardmon599
08-17-08, 09:03 PM
Name: Livane
Age: 18-21 (She doesn't exactly remember, nor does it really matter to her.)
Race: Elf
Hair Color: Light reddish-brown, long in length.
Eye Color: Emerald
Height: About 5'7"
Weight: Around 130lbs
Occupation: Wandering mage
Personality: Livane has a lot of trouble talking to people she is not familiar with. She has tried for many years to overcome her shyness, but all of her attempts have so far been in vain. She is very kind, and compassionate to even her enemies, though very just when punishment is called for. Livane is a very patient person, though when her patience wears thin she is easily overcome by aggrivation and oftentimes a lingering anger that may lead to a grudge. Though she hates all forms of bloody fighing, she participates if she has no other option. As long as blood is not spilled, she has no problems competeing against others in better-worse fights, and has quite the competitor's spirit lurking within...
Livane is deathly afraid of water.
Appearence: Livane is very slender, and very pale. Her light reddish-brown hair hangs to a little over her mid-back and oddly contrasts her glittering emerald eyes. Her normal robes consist of a long, light green skirt embroidered with many beaded designs and dangling randomosities. Her rather short, summery shirt is the same color as her light skirt and has similar designs. It fits tightly around the upper part of her torso, exposing most of her stomach and showing it's uniquely tatooed artwork. Her frail-seeming frame cannot handle heavy armor, so she handles battles with strictly cloth armor and a few magical shields.
Skills: ((Pretty much all of these are outside references...))
Fire Spells: (These are just a few examples.)
Flare- Power and range depend upon focused mana. Single target.
Firewall- Forms a fire shield against magical damage for a short amount of time.
Earth Spells:
Quake- Many targets. Low-level earthquake summoned from a rock titan.
White Magic: (Examples!)
Panacea- Cures most ailments.
Protect- Places a shield around a friendly target, minimizing physical damage.
Familiar: A harmless brown snake by the name of Hureo. Livane adopted him as her 'pet' after finding him in Magi's Forest around the age of twelve.
Equipment: A staff made of the roots of an oak tree, with an earth gem in the middle.
History: ((Includes more outside references...It is also shortened.))
Livane came from a very bloodthirsty race of elves, and even though she retained her caring personality through her life, many of her people did not.
She had no parents, yet managed well in her beautiful homeplace. In the difficult times of war that took place in her younger years, she turned to her village as her real "family," yet she soon realized that her people were losing themselves in their quest for vengance for those of them that had died in the pointless fighting. Every day that the villagers trained hardened their hearts a little more, and soon they were so cold that mere children could mercilessly kill without remorse... She practiced her magic in solitude for many years, until she was finally strong enough to run away from her old life and fight through the battles she had to face to get away from it forever.
To atone for her own bloodshed, she began to wander war and disease-striken places, healing the sick and wounded to the best of her ability.
Age: 18-21 (She doesn't exactly remember, nor does it really matter to her.)
Race: Elf
Hair Color: Light reddish-brown, long in length.
Eye Color: Emerald
Height: About 5'7"
Weight: Around 130lbs
Occupation: Wandering mage
Personality: Livane has a lot of trouble talking to people she is not familiar with. She has tried for many years to overcome her shyness, but all of her attempts have so far been in vain. She is very kind, and compassionate to even her enemies, though very just when punishment is called for. Livane is a very patient person, though when her patience wears thin she is easily overcome by aggrivation and oftentimes a lingering anger that may lead to a grudge. Though she hates all forms of bloody fighing, she participates if she has no other option. As long as blood is not spilled, she has no problems competeing against others in better-worse fights, and has quite the competitor's spirit lurking within...
Livane is deathly afraid of water.
Appearence: Livane is very slender, and very pale. Her light reddish-brown hair hangs to a little over her mid-back and oddly contrasts her glittering emerald eyes. Her normal robes consist of a long, light green skirt embroidered with many beaded designs and dangling randomosities. Her rather short, summery shirt is the same color as her light skirt and has similar designs. It fits tightly around the upper part of her torso, exposing most of her stomach and showing it's uniquely tatooed artwork. Her frail-seeming frame cannot handle heavy armor, so she handles battles with strictly cloth armor and a few magical shields.
Skills: ((Pretty much all of these are outside references...))
Fire Spells: (These are just a few examples.)
Flare- Power and range depend upon focused mana. Single target.
Firewall- Forms a fire shield against magical damage for a short amount of time.
Earth Spells:
Quake- Many targets. Low-level earthquake summoned from a rock titan.
White Magic: (Examples!)
Panacea- Cures most ailments.
Protect- Places a shield around a friendly target, minimizing physical damage.
Familiar: A harmless brown snake by the name of Hureo. Livane adopted him as her 'pet' after finding him in Magi's Forest around the age of twelve.
Equipment: A staff made of the roots of an oak tree, with an earth gem in the middle.
History: ((Includes more outside references...It is also shortened.))
Livane came from a very bloodthirsty race of elves, and even though she retained her caring personality through her life, many of her people did not.
She had no parents, yet managed well in her beautiful homeplace. In the difficult times of war that took place in her younger years, she turned to her village as her real "family," yet she soon realized that her people were losing themselves in their quest for vengance for those of them that had died in the pointless fighting. Every day that the villagers trained hardened their hearts a little more, and soon they were so cold that mere children could mercilessly kill without remorse... She practiced her magic in solitude for many years, until she was finally strong enough to run away from her old life and fight through the battles she had to face to get away from it forever.
To atone for her own bloodshed, she began to wander war and disease-striken places, healing the sick and wounded to the best of her ability.