WytchBoy
03-12-07, 03:30 PM
Name: (Wild Elf Name) ChillGleam (High Elf Name) Idevin Asarhil
Age: 120
Race: High Elf banished from kingdom years in the wild he is a Wild Elf now
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Dark Coal
Height: 4’8
Weight: 123
Appearance: Spiky white dreadlocks rise from this elf's scalp like the fangs of some desert creature. Tangled into the dreadlocks are various colorful beads and medallions, which contrast sharply with the ivory hair. Large, slanted, black eyes shine out from a face that is youthful, but darkened and cracked by the rays of the sun. An angular beak of a nose juts forth above a pair of thin lips. The elf is fairly short, by his race's standards, but his legs still appear long and well suited for running long distances.
History:
“Out…out, I want to see him out of my kingdom now!!!” They dragged Idevin by his arms he kicked and screamed with furry, a mad beast in his mind and the eyes of the high rulers, “Let me go!!!! Father tell them to let me go, I didn’t do it…I didn’t do it!!” HE screamed at his father sitting beside the king on the throne. Tears streaming down Idevin’s face dripping from his mouth, his father stern as ever as if not even rock could not the frown off his face. It was horrible for Idevin his father said nothing at first he sat there his own thoughts in his mind and then he said the most mean thing he could ever say to his son… “Amin feuya ten' lle” You disgust me, this almost broke Idevin’s heart, if one’s heart could break Idevin’s had just blew up. His struggle between the two guards stopped and they took this opportunity to knock him out, right between the eyes.
ChillGleam woke up, his eyes teary from the tears streaming down his face, his muscular chest rising up and down to the beat of his heart. It was night time he was in his tent with his girlfriend Stargleam, she was breathing peacefully, and gently her chest rose up and down. His dark eyes slowly cleared of the tears and he was able to see again. He cursed silently to himself, he had let himself fall prey to the land of human type dream, and he was not in control. Did his connection with the human have anything to do with theses dreams? If he had never fallen into lust over the human woman he wouldn’t have been kicked out of the kingdom, and he would have inherited his father's throne in the rebel elf kingdom aginst the humans after a while.
Then again he would have never met Stargleam either or his great clan. He went to run his hands through his hair and forgot that it wasn’t straight like it used to be, it was braided, thick locks that would not allow him to run his hands through. He smiled, maybe it was a good thing after all to be banned from the kingdom, and he looked up at the roof of the tent as he lay back down rolled over and put his arm around his girl. She moved slightly and turned over eyes open, she smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then rolled back over as they both went back to sleep.
Skills: Regular Fighting and dagger skills, along with the abbility to speak any elven language.
Magiks
Clumsy (Which makes the reciver of the spell mess up whatever he is doing Idevin learned when he was a child. Can also be resisted and only used on a thread)
Lova tyelka (Elven Translation)
Magic Arrow (even if Idevin has no weapon on him he can still call up a magic arrow that has a slight glow to it. Can be dodged and only used twice a thread.)
Pilin en' templa
Fireball ( an explanation in it's self can only be used three times per thread, five if the fire balls are as small as an orange and once if fireball is as big as a bowling ball.)
Koron en' naur
Equipment: Regular Iron Sword and Dagger with Sling
Age: 120
Race: High Elf banished from kingdom years in the wild he is a Wild Elf now
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Dark Coal
Height: 4’8
Weight: 123
Appearance: Spiky white dreadlocks rise from this elf's scalp like the fangs of some desert creature. Tangled into the dreadlocks are various colorful beads and medallions, which contrast sharply with the ivory hair. Large, slanted, black eyes shine out from a face that is youthful, but darkened and cracked by the rays of the sun. An angular beak of a nose juts forth above a pair of thin lips. The elf is fairly short, by his race's standards, but his legs still appear long and well suited for running long distances.
History:
“Out…out, I want to see him out of my kingdom now!!!” They dragged Idevin by his arms he kicked and screamed with furry, a mad beast in his mind and the eyes of the high rulers, “Let me go!!!! Father tell them to let me go, I didn’t do it…I didn’t do it!!” HE screamed at his father sitting beside the king on the throne. Tears streaming down Idevin’s face dripping from his mouth, his father stern as ever as if not even rock could not the frown off his face. It was horrible for Idevin his father said nothing at first he sat there his own thoughts in his mind and then he said the most mean thing he could ever say to his son… “Amin feuya ten' lle” You disgust me, this almost broke Idevin’s heart, if one’s heart could break Idevin’s had just blew up. His struggle between the two guards stopped and they took this opportunity to knock him out, right between the eyes.
ChillGleam woke up, his eyes teary from the tears streaming down his face, his muscular chest rising up and down to the beat of his heart. It was night time he was in his tent with his girlfriend Stargleam, she was breathing peacefully, and gently her chest rose up and down. His dark eyes slowly cleared of the tears and he was able to see again. He cursed silently to himself, he had let himself fall prey to the land of human type dream, and he was not in control. Did his connection with the human have anything to do with theses dreams? If he had never fallen into lust over the human woman he wouldn’t have been kicked out of the kingdom, and he would have inherited his father's throne in the rebel elf kingdom aginst the humans after a while.
Then again he would have never met Stargleam either or his great clan. He went to run his hands through his hair and forgot that it wasn’t straight like it used to be, it was braided, thick locks that would not allow him to run his hands through. He smiled, maybe it was a good thing after all to be banned from the kingdom, and he looked up at the roof of the tent as he lay back down rolled over and put his arm around his girl. She moved slightly and turned over eyes open, she smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then rolled back over as they both went back to sleep.
Skills: Regular Fighting and dagger skills, along with the abbility to speak any elven language.
Magiks
Clumsy (Which makes the reciver of the spell mess up whatever he is doing Idevin learned when he was a child. Can also be resisted and only used on a thread)
Lova tyelka (Elven Translation)
Magic Arrow (even if Idevin has no weapon on him he can still call up a magic arrow that has a slight glow to it. Can be dodged and only used twice a thread.)
Pilin en' templa
Fireball ( an explanation in it's self can only be used three times per thread, five if the fire balls are as small as an orange and once if fireball is as big as a bowling ball.)
Koron en' naur
Equipment: Regular Iron Sword and Dagger with Sling