Barsavis
12-12-06, 05:05 PM
Name: Arrow
Age: Young, believed to be about 18 or so
Race: Human (Sprite)
Hair Color: Red-ish black
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5’6”
Weight: Slim
Occupation: Prisoner
Personality: Arrow is quick of mind, rarely thinks, just reacts. She is calming, mellow, but untrained in common civilized behavior. Extremely curious, free spirit.
Appearance: Looks to be a young Human girl. Freckled and tanned. Her figure is slight and not shapely. She wears clothes that are artistic and appear of royal quality, yet are extremely practical for every day use. She is pretty to some, but definitely not considered beautiful. Her only distinguishing marks are an arc of moles or freckles on her left eye socket.
History: Arrow is not sure where she came from originally. All she remembers is that she was brought by to a citadel when she was barely old enough to walk, and in a way, abandoned there... in a way. Through hidden and secret ways and wordless fashion she was educated, fed, and raised enough to get by, being taught to read by indirect means. But who was doing this? Soon, her knowledge exploded as she entered a room that never made any sense to her... a library. Here she learned many things, and having very little to do in a castle all to herself, she read or walked the halls, grew gardens, or made up games. Now, you or I would have gone stalk raving mad, but do not forget, though Arrow is ignorant of the fact, she is a Sprite, and their minds do not work as ours. Sure, they function socially quite well, but sprites also can go for days or even centuries without ever speaking to another being.
She explored the castle, and day after day would work her way into places that were barred to the non-resourceful. Finally, she saw the outside, the REAL world. It was through a crack in a wall, and she found it beautiful and exciting to be in a world that was not made of brick and not obstructed by walls. After some planning, she tried a childish escape, and finally met the face of her captors, it was a man wearing ornate robes and a hood. He looked grim and hostile, and he grabbed the girl by the arm and dragged her back to the inner quarters and locked her away in the inner most regions of the citadel. They were Human, and very much like her, but what did they want? Gradually, she found her world expanding again; some door left unlocked, some gate raised, some bridge lowered. However, when she returned to see her beloved outside, she found a solid slab of stone barring her view, and a pit with no way across gouged through the building.
Discouraged, it was a great long time later that she finally found another view of the big beautiful world that laid outside awaiting her to breath in its wonders. She decided for immediate action. They had not stopped her, found her yet, and stopped her gaze. She hurriedly contorted her way through the rough crack, not caring about the painful strain on her bones or the sting of stone scraping flesh. Her blood made the mortar and brick glisten. Behind her a voice shouted... the first sound she had ever heard another human make. It was just one word but it meant so much. The word was “escape” calling for others to come to the cause, but it was too late, for her toils came with reward as she emerged on the other side to see the wall to her prison was cracked only to some twenty feet from the ground. Risking the drop, Arrow let herself fall, the citadel became alive with life and bridges and doors could be heard lowering or opening, and the sound of running feet.
Arrow hobbled away, cut and in pain, but freedom bore her drove her onward, and the sounds of her pursuers faded with the light of dusk.
Now, some years past, she has learned of her differences, and some things about life, but her curiosity motivates her to move on... or perhaps it is more than curiosity, but rather, destiny.
Skills: She is a thief, stealthy, knows how to hide, has simple knowledge of how to pick locks, disarm simple traps.
She also has a great singing voice, and is a talented seamstress. From her extensive reading, she also knows a little bit about many scholarly studies, but her favorite is astronomy. Taught by a farm boy for defense should her captors return, she has been taught how to use a sword and short staves, but is rather poor at it.
Hair can be manipulated and moved by her much like extra limbs. This can be grown or shortened by her own will, and can pick up and manipulate other objects, and even wield other weapons.
*Spectrum of Aging... having the ability to age up and down the spectrum in an instant, she takes on full abilities there of. Meaning if she were to turn into a baby, she would not have the strength or coordination of an adult. (Currently she does not know she can do this)
Equipment: A walking staff, some lock picks, a steel dagger, a bit of money, and some clothes.
Age: Young, believed to be about 18 or so
Race: Human (Sprite)
Hair Color: Red-ish black
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5’6”
Weight: Slim
Occupation: Prisoner
Personality: Arrow is quick of mind, rarely thinks, just reacts. She is calming, mellow, but untrained in common civilized behavior. Extremely curious, free spirit.
Appearance: Looks to be a young Human girl. Freckled and tanned. Her figure is slight and not shapely. She wears clothes that are artistic and appear of royal quality, yet are extremely practical for every day use. She is pretty to some, but definitely not considered beautiful. Her only distinguishing marks are an arc of moles or freckles on her left eye socket.
History: Arrow is not sure where she came from originally. All she remembers is that she was brought by to a citadel when she was barely old enough to walk, and in a way, abandoned there... in a way. Through hidden and secret ways and wordless fashion she was educated, fed, and raised enough to get by, being taught to read by indirect means. But who was doing this? Soon, her knowledge exploded as she entered a room that never made any sense to her... a library. Here she learned many things, and having very little to do in a castle all to herself, she read or walked the halls, grew gardens, or made up games. Now, you or I would have gone stalk raving mad, but do not forget, though Arrow is ignorant of the fact, she is a Sprite, and their minds do not work as ours. Sure, they function socially quite well, but sprites also can go for days or even centuries without ever speaking to another being.
She explored the castle, and day after day would work her way into places that were barred to the non-resourceful. Finally, she saw the outside, the REAL world. It was through a crack in a wall, and she found it beautiful and exciting to be in a world that was not made of brick and not obstructed by walls. After some planning, she tried a childish escape, and finally met the face of her captors, it was a man wearing ornate robes and a hood. He looked grim and hostile, and he grabbed the girl by the arm and dragged her back to the inner quarters and locked her away in the inner most regions of the citadel. They were Human, and very much like her, but what did they want? Gradually, she found her world expanding again; some door left unlocked, some gate raised, some bridge lowered. However, when she returned to see her beloved outside, she found a solid slab of stone barring her view, and a pit with no way across gouged through the building.
Discouraged, it was a great long time later that she finally found another view of the big beautiful world that laid outside awaiting her to breath in its wonders. She decided for immediate action. They had not stopped her, found her yet, and stopped her gaze. She hurriedly contorted her way through the rough crack, not caring about the painful strain on her bones or the sting of stone scraping flesh. Her blood made the mortar and brick glisten. Behind her a voice shouted... the first sound she had ever heard another human make. It was just one word but it meant so much. The word was “escape” calling for others to come to the cause, but it was too late, for her toils came with reward as she emerged on the other side to see the wall to her prison was cracked only to some twenty feet from the ground. Risking the drop, Arrow let herself fall, the citadel became alive with life and bridges and doors could be heard lowering or opening, and the sound of running feet.
Arrow hobbled away, cut and in pain, but freedom bore her drove her onward, and the sounds of her pursuers faded with the light of dusk.
Now, some years past, she has learned of her differences, and some things about life, but her curiosity motivates her to move on... or perhaps it is more than curiosity, but rather, destiny.
Skills: She is a thief, stealthy, knows how to hide, has simple knowledge of how to pick locks, disarm simple traps.
She also has a great singing voice, and is a talented seamstress. From her extensive reading, she also knows a little bit about many scholarly studies, but her favorite is astronomy. Taught by a farm boy for defense should her captors return, she has been taught how to use a sword and short staves, but is rather poor at it.
Hair can be manipulated and moved by her much like extra limbs. This can be grown or shortened by her own will, and can pick up and manipulate other objects, and even wield other weapons.
*Spectrum of Aging... having the ability to age up and down the spectrum in an instant, she takes on full abilities there of. Meaning if she were to turn into a baby, she would not have the strength or coordination of an adult. (Currently she does not know she can do this)
Equipment: A walking staff, some lock picks, a steel dagger, a bit of money, and some clothes.