Moonlit Raven
01-06-07, 10:15 PM
Reapplying Elena Alexi (soon to be Alexi Nito) char. lost in last Althanas crash
Full Name: Elena Alexi
Level: 2
Exp: ? Had just hit Lv 2 before crash
Age: 21
Race: Dhampir (human/ vamp)
Gender: female
Hair Color: black highlighted with blood red streaks, mid back length
Eye Color and shape: chocolate brown, almond shaped and just a bit too big for her face
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 112 lbs
Occupation: N/A
Location: N/A
Items: A odd skirt and bikini top made of copper chain mail, a matching pair of bracelets made of copper that look like shackles, a twisted hunk of brass that was once a collar to match the bracelets, a silver pendant in the shape of a moontae holy symbol the all given to her by Avery Nito. A topaz amulet, a woolen cloak, and a dress made of crushed red velvet, given to her by her guardian. A leather knapsack to hold items.
Weapons: falchion and two daggers, all made of steel
Armor: Leather body armor, boot and gloves. Segmented steel plates covering both shoulders, upper arms and the shins.
Appearance: Petite, delicate and harmless looking, until you look into her rich chocolate colored eyes. Elena looks like a morbid child’s doll with porcelain skin that never tans and blood highlighted black hair. Nearly flat chested with a tiny waist curving into slender hips, she keeps her body very stream lined.
Personality: Very cold, irritable and quick to anger, Elena normally has a smack around now and ask questions later motto. Her harsh exterior covers a softer side of Elena that she rarely lets see the light of day. She can be arrogant but is extremely loyal to those the worm their way in past her defenses and past her better judgment. Past tragedies have made Elena wary of anyone around her
Skills: Proficient at hand to hand and using her falchion and daggers. She is lost with any other type of weapon.
Level 1: Rage and other extreme emotions cause her to lean more towards her vampire nature, her speed, reaction time and hearing increase a little. The pupils dilate fully to allow her see better, the down side is in daylight she is blinded. She has a built in warning system from when anything demonic is around, her skin feels like its trying to crawl off her. Downside of the abilities is she loses control of herself more easily and is terrified of losing control.
Level 2: Her nails (which she always keeps moderately long) harden into natural weapons. Elena can tone down her warning system or become so use to a certain type of demon she fails to register it at all. Strong emotions are the trigger now instead of extreme emotions, she gains a little more control of herself when more vampiric. All other abilities stay where they are.
History: Elena grew up in a small village where the doors and windows were locked at sunset. Raised by her mother, Elena never knew anything about her father other than the vague mutters about her being the spawn of a demon. Friendless she helped her mother out with their small farm, careful to keep away from other children, as the only child that tried to befriend her was beaten by his parents for playing with her. Once every three years the village held a tournament for everyone, if a child older than ten wanted to participated they were entered in the junior division.
As fate decreed Elena turned ten less than a week before the start of the tournament. Already whispers were flying about one of the contestants. At the hushed words of demon just before the first match, Elena went off to find the so called demon and watch him fight. Elena watched the man fight and beat every opponent thrown at him that first day and went to bed thinking of a man with skin as pale as her own, pristine white hair, black eyes and whom fought like a devil. For the rest of the tournament Elena stalked her demon unaware the he had seen her and was keeping an eye of a child of obvious mixed heritage.
Late one night after doors and windows were locked and barred for the night Elena crept down to the living room with a lantern, four matches and a question her ten year old brain was wrapped around. Sitting on the living room’s woven rushes she set up two unlit matches a foot apart then set the last two behind the first two, a quick strike of her thumbnail set one match on fire. Elena looked from one the lit match to the unlit one, studying how one cast a shadow but the other did not. Her mind quickly solved its dilemma.
“The lit match which casts a shadow is like my mom and me, human. Once it burns out the shadow it makes is gone forever. The unlit match is the demon man it casts no shadow so it’s like that forever.” Elena smiled at the match and flopped back, her elbow striking the lantern and turning it over.
The oil spilling from the lantern caught ignited, setting the rushes on fire. Scrambling into a corner Elena stared open mouthed at the flames that quickly spread through the room and into the hall, a crash right beside her and being picked up roughly shocked her into action. She looked up to see the man just as he jumped out of the window he had come through, carrying her with him. Elena cried silently as she watched her home burn, her mother never emerging from the flame filled house.
Day broke, Elena look on the smoldering ruins of her home and the tired faces of the village men that had tried to save her home and mother. Steadily the glances she caught from the villagers grew darker, a clot of dirt struck Elena in the side, catching her by surprise. Fresh tear welled in her eyes as several of the women and children shouted cruel things at her, finally the village chief approached her and the man beside her.
“You’ll have to leave this village, child, for none here will look after you. Your ill luck has taken the only person that would have you.” Elena stared at the chief until a voice beside her drew her attention, she looked at the man in surprise as he said he would look after Elena. Numbly Elena followed the man to the inn and let him put her on the horse before him. Finally it occurred to her to ask some questions.
“Where are we going, sir?” She asked, afraid that he too would leave her to fend for herself. He chuckled quietly and just as Elena was getting worried he placed a cloak around her shoulder to warm her.
“Call me Dvalin, and get some sleep. We’ll be home when you wake.”
Despite herself Elena was lulled to sleep by the rocking of the horse, later as promised she awoke to find herself lying in a soft bed. Quietly she lay there for a while, crying and grieving for her mother. When her tears stops and the sobs faded into hiccups she climbed out of bed and washed her face before going to look for her new guardian. Elena found him sitting before fire reading, in a room filled with scrolls and books. It wasn’t long before Dvalin noticed her and beckoned her in, he questioned her on her education. When she told him she could not read or write he sighed.
“You have a lot of learning to do young one, you must learn many things to take care of yourself.” Over the next five years Elena was taught to read, write, arithmetic, how to be a lady (lesson that always put her to sleep), that how and why she was different, and most importantly how to take care of herself in the country, to defend herself in hand to hand, how to use the falchion Dvalin gave her for her thirteenth birthday. On her fourteenth birthday she left Dvalin with his blessing and a gift of a lovely dress and armor, to find a home for her self in the world where people accepted her as she was.
Elena came upon a small but busy sea port town after several months of light travel, from a distant hill she watched the busy town for a day, slowly falling in love with the air and atmosphere. Near dusk the next day she entered the, in no time she located the only Inn within the town. A few minutes of arguing with the gruff elderly man that ran the Inn Elena found her self with a job that paid decently and a place to live. Content with her place and happy to find that no one minded her unusual features time passed quickly for Elena. Before she knew it her second winter had passed, she mourned for the old Inn keeper, died from a cough in mid winter, and was slowly falling for the old man’s son, Eddas.
A year later an seventeen year old Elena found herself truly happy for the first time in her life as she planned for her summer wedding. At night when the Inn opened its tavern Elena began to hear whispers of beings that came upon travelers and drained them dry of life. Having learned long ago that rumors can ruin everything, Elena lightly mocked the patrons that whispered the rumors, lightening everything with laughter. Summer began with a couple of disappearances, the most people summed up to young kids running away for something different. In a flurry of excitement Elena finished her dress, and the flower garlands for the wedding that was to be held the next day. With tradition she kissed Eddas goodbye then went to stay at a friend’s house until the wedding was held and they could be reunited.
Unable to sleep Elena stared out the window at the Inn for a long time, once she thought she saw a flicker of moment in the dead of the night but chalked it up to nerves and exhaustion and soon after went to bed. She awoke early the next morning and went to bathe before donning her wedding dress and heading for the sanctuary, eagerly the ceremony that was to start at noon.
Noon came and went, Eddas had not appeared worried and more than a little irritated Elena sent several people to look for him while she went to the Inn to see if he was there. A strange scent assaulted Elena’s nose as soon as she opened the door to the Inn, hesitating she called out for Eddas, when there was no answer she slowly entered and headed for the living quarters on the back of the Inn. The odd odor increased until Elena nearly choked on it, just before Eddas’ bedchamber Elena remember seeing the flash of movement last night by the Inn. Pushing the door open Elena screamed as blood splashed her, quickly soaking into the white lace, as a leg the had been torn from the body slid off the bed and fell into a small pool of blood on the floor.
Drawn by her shrieks several of the town’s people came, two women drew her away from the room but not before Elena noted the bite and claws marks on Eddas’ dismembered body. Hurriedly a funeral was put together that day for Eddas, Elena attended the funeral in the bloodstained wedding gown. For several months afterwards Elena, now owning the tavern held the Inn closed, passing the time in mourning and renewing the training that Dvalin had pounded into her. Elena no longer smiled when called to or wore dresses, she was seen only in her armor.
It was almost a year after Eddas’ death that Elena was awakened by a noise in the Inn, quietly slipping into the armor and weaponry that was laid out by the bed Elena crept noiselessly into the main room of the Inn. In the room stood two creatures, that might have been once human, grayish skin clung to a skeletal thin frame, accidently she bumped into a chair that had been moved a few nights prior. The creatures turned at the noise and Elena froze as they looked at her. One creature laughed as it saw the falchion she held in her hand.
“Here for revenge Inn keeper’s woman?” What it said took only a moment to sink in and enrage Elena. Never noticing when her vision grew better she lunged for the creatures and took one through the stomach with her falchion, she gaped in surprise as the one she stabbed threw her off and pulled her sword out of its stomach. Elena jumped barely avoiding being hit by her own sword as the creature threw it at her. Elena grabbed a lit lamp and threw it at the creature, lighting it on fire. She dove for her sword and turned to find the fire lit creature nearly on her, panicked she hacked at its head, clumsily cutting it off. Ignoring the flames spreading through the Inn she raced outside, following the second creature into the woods. The sound of the fire bells in the town barely registered as she hunted for the creature.
Dawn came and frustrated Elena returned to the town and the burnt down Inn. A crowd greeted her at the Inn, angry, frustrated and depressed Elena stared at the burnt timbers of the Inn. Shaking her head, she stomped through the ashes of a second home destroyed by fire. By some luck her knapsack, only a little singed on the outside and filled with her most important things, had survived the blaze. Elena kicked burnt pieces of wood out of her way as she shouldered her knapsack and headed out of town. She stopped by the baker’s, also the mayor of the town and told him of the stash of gold under a flag stone in the kitchen and of her plans to hunt down the remaining creature and any others like it.
Elena spent most of the last year and a half hunting for the creature and others like it, before she met and was kidnapped by the Moontae chieftain.
(Up to date, pre crash)
Full Name: Elena Alexi
Level: 2
Exp: ? Had just hit Lv 2 before crash
Age: 21
Race: Dhampir (human/ vamp)
Gender: female
Hair Color: black highlighted with blood red streaks, mid back length
Eye Color and shape: chocolate brown, almond shaped and just a bit too big for her face
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 112 lbs
Occupation: N/A
Location: N/A
Items: A odd skirt and bikini top made of copper chain mail, a matching pair of bracelets made of copper that look like shackles, a twisted hunk of brass that was once a collar to match the bracelets, a silver pendant in the shape of a moontae holy symbol the all given to her by Avery Nito. A topaz amulet, a woolen cloak, and a dress made of crushed red velvet, given to her by her guardian. A leather knapsack to hold items.
Weapons: falchion and two daggers, all made of steel
Armor: Leather body armor, boot and gloves. Segmented steel plates covering both shoulders, upper arms and the shins.
Appearance: Petite, delicate and harmless looking, until you look into her rich chocolate colored eyes. Elena looks like a morbid child’s doll with porcelain skin that never tans and blood highlighted black hair. Nearly flat chested with a tiny waist curving into slender hips, she keeps her body very stream lined.
Personality: Very cold, irritable and quick to anger, Elena normally has a smack around now and ask questions later motto. Her harsh exterior covers a softer side of Elena that she rarely lets see the light of day. She can be arrogant but is extremely loyal to those the worm their way in past her defenses and past her better judgment. Past tragedies have made Elena wary of anyone around her
Skills: Proficient at hand to hand and using her falchion and daggers. She is lost with any other type of weapon.
Level 1: Rage and other extreme emotions cause her to lean more towards her vampire nature, her speed, reaction time and hearing increase a little. The pupils dilate fully to allow her see better, the down side is in daylight she is blinded. She has a built in warning system from when anything demonic is around, her skin feels like its trying to crawl off her. Downside of the abilities is she loses control of herself more easily and is terrified of losing control.
Level 2: Her nails (which she always keeps moderately long) harden into natural weapons. Elena can tone down her warning system or become so use to a certain type of demon she fails to register it at all. Strong emotions are the trigger now instead of extreme emotions, she gains a little more control of herself when more vampiric. All other abilities stay where they are.
History: Elena grew up in a small village where the doors and windows were locked at sunset. Raised by her mother, Elena never knew anything about her father other than the vague mutters about her being the spawn of a demon. Friendless she helped her mother out with their small farm, careful to keep away from other children, as the only child that tried to befriend her was beaten by his parents for playing with her. Once every three years the village held a tournament for everyone, if a child older than ten wanted to participated they were entered in the junior division.
As fate decreed Elena turned ten less than a week before the start of the tournament. Already whispers were flying about one of the contestants. At the hushed words of demon just before the first match, Elena went off to find the so called demon and watch him fight. Elena watched the man fight and beat every opponent thrown at him that first day and went to bed thinking of a man with skin as pale as her own, pristine white hair, black eyes and whom fought like a devil. For the rest of the tournament Elena stalked her demon unaware the he had seen her and was keeping an eye of a child of obvious mixed heritage.
Late one night after doors and windows were locked and barred for the night Elena crept down to the living room with a lantern, four matches and a question her ten year old brain was wrapped around. Sitting on the living room’s woven rushes she set up two unlit matches a foot apart then set the last two behind the first two, a quick strike of her thumbnail set one match on fire. Elena looked from one the lit match to the unlit one, studying how one cast a shadow but the other did not. Her mind quickly solved its dilemma.
“The lit match which casts a shadow is like my mom and me, human. Once it burns out the shadow it makes is gone forever. The unlit match is the demon man it casts no shadow so it’s like that forever.” Elena smiled at the match and flopped back, her elbow striking the lantern and turning it over.
The oil spilling from the lantern caught ignited, setting the rushes on fire. Scrambling into a corner Elena stared open mouthed at the flames that quickly spread through the room and into the hall, a crash right beside her and being picked up roughly shocked her into action. She looked up to see the man just as he jumped out of the window he had come through, carrying her with him. Elena cried silently as she watched her home burn, her mother never emerging from the flame filled house.
Day broke, Elena look on the smoldering ruins of her home and the tired faces of the village men that had tried to save her home and mother. Steadily the glances she caught from the villagers grew darker, a clot of dirt struck Elena in the side, catching her by surprise. Fresh tear welled in her eyes as several of the women and children shouted cruel things at her, finally the village chief approached her and the man beside her.
“You’ll have to leave this village, child, for none here will look after you. Your ill luck has taken the only person that would have you.” Elena stared at the chief until a voice beside her drew her attention, she looked at the man in surprise as he said he would look after Elena. Numbly Elena followed the man to the inn and let him put her on the horse before him. Finally it occurred to her to ask some questions.
“Where are we going, sir?” She asked, afraid that he too would leave her to fend for herself. He chuckled quietly and just as Elena was getting worried he placed a cloak around her shoulder to warm her.
“Call me Dvalin, and get some sleep. We’ll be home when you wake.”
Despite herself Elena was lulled to sleep by the rocking of the horse, later as promised she awoke to find herself lying in a soft bed. Quietly she lay there for a while, crying and grieving for her mother. When her tears stops and the sobs faded into hiccups she climbed out of bed and washed her face before going to look for her new guardian. Elena found him sitting before fire reading, in a room filled with scrolls and books. It wasn’t long before Dvalin noticed her and beckoned her in, he questioned her on her education. When she told him she could not read or write he sighed.
“You have a lot of learning to do young one, you must learn many things to take care of yourself.” Over the next five years Elena was taught to read, write, arithmetic, how to be a lady (lesson that always put her to sleep), that how and why she was different, and most importantly how to take care of herself in the country, to defend herself in hand to hand, how to use the falchion Dvalin gave her for her thirteenth birthday. On her fourteenth birthday she left Dvalin with his blessing and a gift of a lovely dress and armor, to find a home for her self in the world where people accepted her as she was.
Elena came upon a small but busy sea port town after several months of light travel, from a distant hill she watched the busy town for a day, slowly falling in love with the air and atmosphere. Near dusk the next day she entered the, in no time she located the only Inn within the town. A few minutes of arguing with the gruff elderly man that ran the Inn Elena found her self with a job that paid decently and a place to live. Content with her place and happy to find that no one minded her unusual features time passed quickly for Elena. Before she knew it her second winter had passed, she mourned for the old Inn keeper, died from a cough in mid winter, and was slowly falling for the old man’s son, Eddas.
A year later an seventeen year old Elena found herself truly happy for the first time in her life as she planned for her summer wedding. At night when the Inn opened its tavern Elena began to hear whispers of beings that came upon travelers and drained them dry of life. Having learned long ago that rumors can ruin everything, Elena lightly mocked the patrons that whispered the rumors, lightening everything with laughter. Summer began with a couple of disappearances, the most people summed up to young kids running away for something different. In a flurry of excitement Elena finished her dress, and the flower garlands for the wedding that was to be held the next day. With tradition she kissed Eddas goodbye then went to stay at a friend’s house until the wedding was held and they could be reunited.
Unable to sleep Elena stared out the window at the Inn for a long time, once she thought she saw a flicker of moment in the dead of the night but chalked it up to nerves and exhaustion and soon after went to bed. She awoke early the next morning and went to bathe before donning her wedding dress and heading for the sanctuary, eagerly the ceremony that was to start at noon.
Noon came and went, Eddas had not appeared worried and more than a little irritated Elena sent several people to look for him while she went to the Inn to see if he was there. A strange scent assaulted Elena’s nose as soon as she opened the door to the Inn, hesitating she called out for Eddas, when there was no answer she slowly entered and headed for the living quarters on the back of the Inn. The odd odor increased until Elena nearly choked on it, just before Eddas’ bedchamber Elena remember seeing the flash of movement last night by the Inn. Pushing the door open Elena screamed as blood splashed her, quickly soaking into the white lace, as a leg the had been torn from the body slid off the bed and fell into a small pool of blood on the floor.
Drawn by her shrieks several of the town’s people came, two women drew her away from the room but not before Elena noted the bite and claws marks on Eddas’ dismembered body. Hurriedly a funeral was put together that day for Eddas, Elena attended the funeral in the bloodstained wedding gown. For several months afterwards Elena, now owning the tavern held the Inn closed, passing the time in mourning and renewing the training that Dvalin had pounded into her. Elena no longer smiled when called to or wore dresses, she was seen only in her armor.
It was almost a year after Eddas’ death that Elena was awakened by a noise in the Inn, quietly slipping into the armor and weaponry that was laid out by the bed Elena crept noiselessly into the main room of the Inn. In the room stood two creatures, that might have been once human, grayish skin clung to a skeletal thin frame, accidently she bumped into a chair that had been moved a few nights prior. The creatures turned at the noise and Elena froze as they looked at her. One creature laughed as it saw the falchion she held in her hand.
“Here for revenge Inn keeper’s woman?” What it said took only a moment to sink in and enrage Elena. Never noticing when her vision grew better she lunged for the creatures and took one through the stomach with her falchion, she gaped in surprise as the one she stabbed threw her off and pulled her sword out of its stomach. Elena jumped barely avoiding being hit by her own sword as the creature threw it at her. Elena grabbed a lit lamp and threw it at the creature, lighting it on fire. She dove for her sword and turned to find the fire lit creature nearly on her, panicked she hacked at its head, clumsily cutting it off. Ignoring the flames spreading through the Inn she raced outside, following the second creature into the woods. The sound of the fire bells in the town barely registered as she hunted for the creature.
Dawn came and frustrated Elena returned to the town and the burnt down Inn. A crowd greeted her at the Inn, angry, frustrated and depressed Elena stared at the burnt timbers of the Inn. Shaking her head, she stomped through the ashes of a second home destroyed by fire. By some luck her knapsack, only a little singed on the outside and filled with her most important things, had survived the blaze. Elena kicked burnt pieces of wood out of her way as she shouldered her knapsack and headed out of town. She stopped by the baker’s, also the mayor of the town and told him of the stash of gold under a flag stone in the kitchen and of her plans to hunt down the remaining creature and any others like it.
Elena spent most of the last year and a half hunting for the creature and others like it, before she met and was kidnapped by the Moontae chieftain.
(Up to date, pre crash)