Aial
01-03-07, 12:27 PM
Name: Aial Tyrne
Age:16
Sex: Female
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120lbs
Hair Color: Blood Red / Cold Aura
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Race: Elf
Build: Light
Occupation: Sorceress?
Alignment: Good - Evil
Appearance:
Personality:
Aial was raised under some rather strange circumstances, her adoptive father kept her sheltered from the world as much as possible so she's used to playing on her femininity to get what she wants. Generaly sarcastic and short tempered but with a cute loveable flare which has more then once thrown people off guard mind you this nature is repressive and more what she uses in public then what she's really like. When it comes to her search for her Step Fathers killer she can be vindictive and pushy. Something else to know, she's not well learned but a quick adaptive learner- intellegent to say the least... and a little clumbsy.
Physical Traits: (Extraordinary)
Currently None.
History:
The beginning of Aials life has been forgotten. The only point of her life from which she can remeber is waking up in bed with a strange human man standing over her- the look gentle and maternal. She was the equilivant of a six year old human girl at the time so when the man told her he was her father she couldn't bring herself to deny it. After all she couldn't even remeber her own father. He explained when she was a bit older how he came to be her father- in an adoptive sense. He went out to the well to fetch some water and she had been on the doorstep at the time in a wicker basket with a small package. Aial- a human name given to her as her true name was forgotten- grew up in a rather uneventful life. Her adoptive father taught her the some of the basic survival skills she would need to live when he would pass on, fishing, cooking and such small things.
Things stayed much as they would until the a few days before her 15th birthday- when she woke up to an astranged arguement going on in the house. Screams and shouts she couldn't make out or even go to check on- after all the door was bolted shut from the other side as it always was.
For her protection- or so she was told.
When the man left and the door unlocked she made note to ask about the man but her Fathers mood was strangely solom and disturbed so she left alone.
On her 16th birthday her Adoptive Father gave her the package which had come with her- as per the instructions that came with them and inside where a pair of black leather gloves with strange fog white gems imbeded into the back of the hands.
The last thing she remebers is putting them on.
She awoke some hours later- the forest around them aflame as well as her home- she could see her fathers corpse on the floor and he seemed to have been stabbed by someone. She was confused- who or what could have done this? Why would they do this? What had happened while she had passed out?
The gloves she wore had changed color... now a deep bloody red and she found she couldn't take them off... and strangely enough she didn't want to. Her father had been murdered- and the only person who she knew had seen him, had so drasticly changed his mood before he died was the stranger who showed up days before.
She would find him.
And she would kill him.
Skills:
Knives/Daggers:
Pointy end faces the other guy.
Skill Level: Basic Low
First Aid:
The abiliity to treat minor to moderate injuries and broken bones with some manner of skill and have them heal porperly she also knows how to create make shift bandages and splints if the need arises.
Skill Level: Adverage
Herbology:
A very fundamental understanding of various plants for the region she was raised in, though she wouldn't know all there names she can tell whats safe to use, to eat and which is posionous.
Skill Level: Low
Fishing:
Given a fishing pole Aial can catch, debone and scale as well as cook her own fish.
Skill Level: Adverage
Survival:
A general sense of understanding in the wilderness giving her an decent amount of knowledge and general common sense to know when something or some where is dangerous enough to avoid. (Learned from youth because of how she was raised.)
Connected to: Fishing, Herbology
Skill Level: Above Adverage
Mystical Knowledge:
A basic understand of how to mix magical elements to form the needed result- this information has been unconiously implanted and simply happens without her directly attempting to access the information. (See Equipment- Einhar)
Skill Level: Low
Abilities:
Spell:
Minor Elemental Manipulation: Water
Level:
0
Information:
The Einhar which attached to Aial's hands when she first put them on once belonged to someone else- the current exact details of whom is still unknown but when she put them on a very fundamental understanding of mixing mystical energies was implanted into her giving her the ability to create small amounts of the basic elements of creation. The first imparted with her was the basic element of Water, which can also if wished to converted into Ice.
Range:
Area: 5 foot radius
Directional: 35 feet (Projectile)
Directional: 10 feet (Small Stream)
Locational: 1 foot (Very Small Amount)
Equipment:
Einhar
Type: Gloves
Abilities: Mystical Amplifers (See Abilities for more information)
Apperance: The gloves appear to be simple leather gloves with white trim around the wrist and each finger a large gap in the side leaves the thumbs exposed and free moving. Each glove has a large half circal shaped gem of unknown substance in each side the gems are foggy and tend to shift color based on the enviroment Aial is in.
Robe
Type: Body
Abilities: None
Appearance: Deep blue and made of wool this heavy dress like robe is built for travel over appearance and contains a hidden pocket in the sleeve for a dagger.
Cord
Type: Belt
Abilities: None
Appearance: A simple white robed cord which works as a belt.
Dagger
Type: Steel
Abilities: None
Appearance: A basic 8 inch steel dagger with a leather wrapped metalic handle- for balance.
Items Carried:
Coin Pouch- Contents: Gold (Starting Money)
Travel Bag - Contents:
Spectacles
Dried Meat
Bread
Cheese
Collaspable Fishing Rod (Its a pair of sticks that tie together with a string.)
(Note: Please forgive the short history- I want the first quest to fill in some of the gaps as it happeneds. If you still want more details I can give some though.)
Age:16
Sex: Female
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120lbs
Hair Color: Blood Red / Cold Aura
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Race: Elf
Build: Light
Occupation: Sorceress?
Alignment: Good - Evil
Appearance:
Personality:
Aial was raised under some rather strange circumstances, her adoptive father kept her sheltered from the world as much as possible so she's used to playing on her femininity to get what she wants. Generaly sarcastic and short tempered but with a cute loveable flare which has more then once thrown people off guard mind you this nature is repressive and more what she uses in public then what she's really like. When it comes to her search for her Step Fathers killer she can be vindictive and pushy. Something else to know, she's not well learned but a quick adaptive learner- intellegent to say the least... and a little clumbsy.
Physical Traits: (Extraordinary)
Currently None.
History:
The beginning of Aials life has been forgotten. The only point of her life from which she can remeber is waking up in bed with a strange human man standing over her- the look gentle and maternal. She was the equilivant of a six year old human girl at the time so when the man told her he was her father she couldn't bring herself to deny it. After all she couldn't even remeber her own father. He explained when she was a bit older how he came to be her father- in an adoptive sense. He went out to the well to fetch some water and she had been on the doorstep at the time in a wicker basket with a small package. Aial- a human name given to her as her true name was forgotten- grew up in a rather uneventful life. Her adoptive father taught her the some of the basic survival skills she would need to live when he would pass on, fishing, cooking and such small things.
Things stayed much as they would until the a few days before her 15th birthday- when she woke up to an astranged arguement going on in the house. Screams and shouts she couldn't make out or even go to check on- after all the door was bolted shut from the other side as it always was.
For her protection- or so she was told.
When the man left and the door unlocked she made note to ask about the man but her Fathers mood was strangely solom and disturbed so she left alone.
On her 16th birthday her Adoptive Father gave her the package which had come with her- as per the instructions that came with them and inside where a pair of black leather gloves with strange fog white gems imbeded into the back of the hands.
The last thing she remebers is putting them on.
She awoke some hours later- the forest around them aflame as well as her home- she could see her fathers corpse on the floor and he seemed to have been stabbed by someone. She was confused- who or what could have done this? Why would they do this? What had happened while she had passed out?
The gloves she wore had changed color... now a deep bloody red and she found she couldn't take them off... and strangely enough she didn't want to. Her father had been murdered- and the only person who she knew had seen him, had so drasticly changed his mood before he died was the stranger who showed up days before.
She would find him.
And she would kill him.
Skills:
Knives/Daggers:
Pointy end faces the other guy.
Skill Level: Basic Low
First Aid:
The abiliity to treat minor to moderate injuries and broken bones with some manner of skill and have them heal porperly she also knows how to create make shift bandages and splints if the need arises.
Skill Level: Adverage
Herbology:
A very fundamental understanding of various plants for the region she was raised in, though she wouldn't know all there names she can tell whats safe to use, to eat and which is posionous.
Skill Level: Low
Fishing:
Given a fishing pole Aial can catch, debone and scale as well as cook her own fish.
Skill Level: Adverage
Survival:
A general sense of understanding in the wilderness giving her an decent amount of knowledge and general common sense to know when something or some where is dangerous enough to avoid. (Learned from youth because of how she was raised.)
Connected to: Fishing, Herbology
Skill Level: Above Adverage
Mystical Knowledge:
A basic understand of how to mix magical elements to form the needed result- this information has been unconiously implanted and simply happens without her directly attempting to access the information. (See Equipment- Einhar)
Skill Level: Low
Abilities:
Spell:
Minor Elemental Manipulation: Water
Level:
0
Information:
The Einhar which attached to Aial's hands when she first put them on once belonged to someone else- the current exact details of whom is still unknown but when she put them on a very fundamental understanding of mixing mystical energies was implanted into her giving her the ability to create small amounts of the basic elements of creation. The first imparted with her was the basic element of Water, which can also if wished to converted into Ice.
Range:
Area: 5 foot radius
Directional: 35 feet (Projectile)
Directional: 10 feet (Small Stream)
Locational: 1 foot (Very Small Amount)
Equipment:
Einhar
Type: Gloves
Abilities: Mystical Amplifers (See Abilities for more information)
Apperance: The gloves appear to be simple leather gloves with white trim around the wrist and each finger a large gap in the side leaves the thumbs exposed and free moving. Each glove has a large half circal shaped gem of unknown substance in each side the gems are foggy and tend to shift color based on the enviroment Aial is in.
Robe
Type: Body
Abilities: None
Appearance: Deep blue and made of wool this heavy dress like robe is built for travel over appearance and contains a hidden pocket in the sleeve for a dagger.
Cord
Type: Belt
Abilities: None
Appearance: A simple white robed cord which works as a belt.
Dagger
Type: Steel
Abilities: None
Appearance: A basic 8 inch steel dagger with a leather wrapped metalic handle- for balance.
Items Carried:
Coin Pouch- Contents: Gold (Starting Money)
Travel Bag - Contents:
Spectacles
Dried Meat
Bread
Cheese
Collaspable Fishing Rod (Its a pair of sticks that tie together with a string.)
(Note: Please forgive the short history- I want the first quest to fill in some of the gaps as it happeneds. If you still want more details I can give some though.)