Laurea Aeglos
07-05-07, 12:13 AM
Name: Laurea Elerrina Aeglos
Age: 94,081 True Age: 798 Time spent frozen: 93,983
Race: elf/ angel
Hair Color: ankle length silvery white with lilac sheen
Eye Color: gold flecked violet
Skin Color: alabaster with faint golden highlights
Wing Color: same coloring as her hair
Wing Span: 18 ft
Height: 5’10” With wings: 6’6”
Weight: 139lbs With wings: 159lbs
Build: slender to the point of frailty
Occupation: mage/ scholar
Personality: Laurea has a scholars temperament, polite, distracted, and distant. She prefers to be and work alone to avoid emotional entanglements with people. Possessing a dry and sometimes quirky sense of humor and near endless patience it takes a lot for Laurea to lose her cool. Once angered she is slow to retaliate and slow to forgive.
Appearance: Tall, fair skinned and winged. Laurea resembles her celestial mother more than she resembles her elven father. Hair and wings are a matching silvery white with a lilac sheen to them. They blend prettily with her gold flecked violet eyes and alabaster skin. Her skin glimmers faintly in light with a true golden highlight.
Her wings dominate Laurea’s slender form rising over a hand span above her head with the wing tips just brushing the floor. Too large almond shaped violet eyes dominated her pixie like, angular face. Her hair is pulled back in a no nonsense braid, left to hang between her rarely used wings.
Laurea dresses in loose pants, a sleeveless undershirt, a voluminous robe and ankle high boots all of a matching material. The cloth in question was a gift to Laurea from her mother. The cloth is white and shimmers with mostly hidden runes. Though strangely resistant to stains, it still tears as easily as any cotton cloth. A belt of tooled white leather gathers the robe in to her body. From it four small, matching leather pouches hang from the belt as well as her silver daggers. She carries with her always a staff, topped with a asymmetrical cobalt tinted crystal.
Items: Clothing, staff and crystal, two ivory handled silver daggers use for cutting plants and other things. Four white leather pouches attached to a matching belt. The staff Laurea carries is of unvarnished rowan. It bears the marks of shallow, freshly carved looking runes. As Laurea learns to control the spell and learns the finer details the rune deepens. Once mastered the rune turns silver.
The staff itself has no abilities it serves only to bear the runes of Laurea's spells and the crystal. The crystal, to date, displays no powers other than the recuse of its owner. Given to her by her mother, Laurea has no knowledge with what may later come from it.
Skills: Shield Lv 0: Standing at a complete stand still Laurea can generate a shield to protect ONE side of her body. The kinetic force of the strike still travels through the shield, damaging Laurea while the object is stopped. The shield can be held for one minute at a time once it is struck the shield dissolves.
Light Lv 0: A small orb appears above Laurea’s head or her dominate hand glows. At it’s source the light is brilliant yet dims quickly the further away you get. Within three feet of the source the light has dimmed down to half light. At the edge of a eight foot radius the light is barely enough to illuminate footing. The light may be called for a eight minute period once every hour.
( The next four elemental spells, require a lot of unbroken concentration. If Laurea’s focus is broken the exercise must be started from the beginning. Each spell may be done only once per day. Laurea’s must be within reasonable health to attempt any elemental spell. Ex: Not exhausted, starving or seriously wounded.)
Fire Lv 0: This spell allows Laurea to heat up a object she touches to the point of ignition. The spell requires a lot of unbroken concentration. If her focus wavers the exercise must start over from the beginning. Paper and other light sources can be set ablaze within a minute. Denser things like wood take upwards of five minutes to light. Items made of rock, metal, ect. Can not be set on fire, nor can they be heated easily. To heat a rock to the point of burning skin would required more power than Laurea currently has.
Water Lv 0: This spell calls moisture from the environment surrounding Laurea and condenses the moisture into a object like a cup or bowl. A ½ oz of moisture can be gathered into a container per three minutes.
Air: Lv 0: This spell calls up a breeze. The breeze is just strong enough to blow around hair, leaves and light clothing. Laurea is unable to bend the wind from its direction of original movement.
Earth Lv 0: This spell allows Laurea to coax a plant into growing 1/4 a rate faster than it normally would. It also allows her to ripen a plucked nut, fruit or veg in minutes.
History: Born form an elven father and a celestial mother I was marked as different from birth. It wasn’t just my eyes or skin or even the wings that sprouted before my first birthday, I just was. I was raised by my father and mother until I reached the age of six. I left home to be trained in the arts of magic. By that time it was apparent I had an aptitude for magic greater than most children twice my age. Before returning to her former home mother gave me the staff I still carry to this day. She told if I had need of her to call up to the heavens and she would come to me. Comforted I eagerly threw myself into my studies.
A few years shy of my fifth hundredth birthday I left my home, my school. I was considered a master mage, my mother’s staff covered in tiny silvered runes proclaimed my status to everyone. At the time I received my white set of clothing and the unique crystal that came to top my staff. Proud of my achievement after so long a time I moved to an isolated home to further my studies and to perform any experiment that struck my interest.
For three hundred years I expanded my knowledge and powers, finding new ways to toss around energy and magic. The day after my seven hundred and ninety eighth birthday I rescued a dragons egg. The dame and sire had been slain, with their absence the rest of the brood had succumbed to exposure and perished. Oddly attached to the surviving little dracling I bound it to me through my arts to better care for it, before and after hatching. Once in a while I got a feeling of contentment from the dracling. I named him Arcanen, with his approval of course.
Later that year I called upon Lomion, one of the few people I had known since childhood. At the school, we used to compete to see who could master the lesson first. Our friendly rivalry helped both of us through school. For many years Lomion had made it obvious that he wished to court me. I on the other hand had no wish or time for such frivolous things. I had need of help with my current experiment. It required more power than I could generate and a finer control than just one person could manage for so many spells.
After a lot of debating, and grumbling on my part, Lomion agreed to help me in exchange for a date. Eager to start for our own, separate reasons we began building the delicate web of spell that would create the rift I sought to create. Once done, I place the spells in a dormant state and insisted that we rest and eat before activating and bind the spells to one another.
That night held a lot of tension and anticipation in the air. I waited eagerly to see the results as my power braided with Lomion’s to activate the spells. The sudden drain on my energy reserves startled me a little, for a moment I wondered if I should have chosen to bring in a third mage. With a quiet popping sound a smooth edge sphere appeared in the center of the spelled web. I studied the black but not black opening, colors my mind could not quite comprehend shimmer in its depths. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lomion look away from the rift, his skin paling.
The rift seemed to ripple suddenly and grow. Alarmed, I stepped back away from the rift and looked to Lomion. He was beginning to show the same fatigue and strain that slowly was creeping up on me. Just as I called out to Lomion to help me shut down the spell keeping the rift here as second pulse opened the rift further I turned to Lomion in time to hear him cry out. Lomion never went hear the rift; he simply disappeared before my eyes.
Clumsily I sheered the rift’s link to the spells. I fought back a wave of exhaustion as I watch the rift waver, it looked as if it were growing and feeding on some unknown source of power even after the last spell flickered out. A second before I fell into the brilliant darkness of the void before me a bright flash of cobalt filled my vision.
~~~~~~~
Slowly I awoke, my mind drifting and wandering for a short time before I fell back a sleep. Several times I woke and drifted, to dazed to do more than merely exist in the moment before sleep claimed me once more. Finally, a vision came to me. I watched many people work in what looked like a lab of sorts. My groggy mind finally realized that the men and women in the room were Drow. Over time the visions came more often, lasting longer and longer until I realized that they were not visions, but true sight. My body lay dormant in a Drow laboratory. I watched them through the blue prison I was in, yet they didn’t seem to notice I had awakened.
After a lot of thought I concluded that I was trapped within my own immobilized body. My mind was not in the ether, watching the surroundings through a tenuous link to my body. It bothered me that while I could feel all of my limbs, my chest never rose to breathe; my heart never beat within my chest. I wondered at what type of stasis the Drow have to hold me in such a state.
I wanted to know how I was being held and why. How long I had been asleep. Was my father well? Had Arcanen hatched and how well was he adjusting to the strained link between us. Needless to say I had many questions and I would get my answers to them or there would be hell to pay.
Arcanen - NPC dragon that Laurea once owned. She'll have to go questing for him if and when she wants to get the dracling back.
Name: Arcanen
Age: 93,983 True Age: 26 Time Frozen: 93,957 (based on a human year scale)
Dragon Age: 10 (based on how a dragon develops mentally and physically)
Race: Greater Dragon
Height: 3ft at shoulder
Length: 6 1/2 ft shoulder to tail tip
Weight: 175lbs
Build: streamlined and snaky (an adolescent dragon)
Eye color: Emerald green
Scale color: creamy white with ruddy gold on the crests
Weapons: Teeth claws and a tail that can be whipped around.
Gifts: Arcanen can sputter tiny sparks and a small amount of smoke. Both are ineffective for offense or defense. Arcanen can shift bits of himself to look humanoid but is unable to hold the shift for more than two or three minutes at a time. The altered appendages retain a reptilian look when shifted. Ex. scales and claws.
Personality/History: Traumatized by the destruction of his sire, dame, brood mates and the later loss of Laurea. The head mage placed Arcanen in a stasis within his egg, only to awaken when Laurea escaped her crystal sleep. Arcanen awoke and hatched when Laurea's mind became active thought she was still imprisoned in the crystal far away.
Alone, he learned to care for himself and believes that he is alone. That Laurea, his former guardian has abandoned him. As such Arcanen bears a continent sized chip on his shoulder. While 26 mortal years old Arcanen is still little more than a child. He's somewhere around 10 to 12 years of age.
Though he won't admit it to himself, he still feels the gap in the link between Laurea and himself keenly. It is the reason he still haunts the woods of her former home.
Age: 94,081 True Age: 798 Time spent frozen: 93,983
Race: elf/ angel
Hair Color: ankle length silvery white with lilac sheen
Eye Color: gold flecked violet
Skin Color: alabaster with faint golden highlights
Wing Color: same coloring as her hair
Wing Span: 18 ft
Height: 5’10” With wings: 6’6”
Weight: 139lbs With wings: 159lbs
Build: slender to the point of frailty
Occupation: mage/ scholar
Personality: Laurea has a scholars temperament, polite, distracted, and distant. She prefers to be and work alone to avoid emotional entanglements with people. Possessing a dry and sometimes quirky sense of humor and near endless patience it takes a lot for Laurea to lose her cool. Once angered she is slow to retaliate and slow to forgive.
Appearance: Tall, fair skinned and winged. Laurea resembles her celestial mother more than she resembles her elven father. Hair and wings are a matching silvery white with a lilac sheen to them. They blend prettily with her gold flecked violet eyes and alabaster skin. Her skin glimmers faintly in light with a true golden highlight.
Her wings dominate Laurea’s slender form rising over a hand span above her head with the wing tips just brushing the floor. Too large almond shaped violet eyes dominated her pixie like, angular face. Her hair is pulled back in a no nonsense braid, left to hang between her rarely used wings.
Laurea dresses in loose pants, a sleeveless undershirt, a voluminous robe and ankle high boots all of a matching material. The cloth in question was a gift to Laurea from her mother. The cloth is white and shimmers with mostly hidden runes. Though strangely resistant to stains, it still tears as easily as any cotton cloth. A belt of tooled white leather gathers the robe in to her body. From it four small, matching leather pouches hang from the belt as well as her silver daggers. She carries with her always a staff, topped with a asymmetrical cobalt tinted crystal.
Items: Clothing, staff and crystal, two ivory handled silver daggers use for cutting plants and other things. Four white leather pouches attached to a matching belt. The staff Laurea carries is of unvarnished rowan. It bears the marks of shallow, freshly carved looking runes. As Laurea learns to control the spell and learns the finer details the rune deepens. Once mastered the rune turns silver.
The staff itself has no abilities it serves only to bear the runes of Laurea's spells and the crystal. The crystal, to date, displays no powers other than the recuse of its owner. Given to her by her mother, Laurea has no knowledge with what may later come from it.
Skills: Shield Lv 0: Standing at a complete stand still Laurea can generate a shield to protect ONE side of her body. The kinetic force of the strike still travels through the shield, damaging Laurea while the object is stopped. The shield can be held for one minute at a time once it is struck the shield dissolves.
Light Lv 0: A small orb appears above Laurea’s head or her dominate hand glows. At it’s source the light is brilliant yet dims quickly the further away you get. Within three feet of the source the light has dimmed down to half light. At the edge of a eight foot radius the light is barely enough to illuminate footing. The light may be called for a eight minute period once every hour.
( The next four elemental spells, require a lot of unbroken concentration. If Laurea’s focus is broken the exercise must be started from the beginning. Each spell may be done only once per day. Laurea’s must be within reasonable health to attempt any elemental spell. Ex: Not exhausted, starving or seriously wounded.)
Fire Lv 0: This spell allows Laurea to heat up a object she touches to the point of ignition. The spell requires a lot of unbroken concentration. If her focus wavers the exercise must start over from the beginning. Paper and other light sources can be set ablaze within a minute. Denser things like wood take upwards of five minutes to light. Items made of rock, metal, ect. Can not be set on fire, nor can they be heated easily. To heat a rock to the point of burning skin would required more power than Laurea currently has.
Water Lv 0: This spell calls moisture from the environment surrounding Laurea and condenses the moisture into a object like a cup or bowl. A ½ oz of moisture can be gathered into a container per three minutes.
Air: Lv 0: This spell calls up a breeze. The breeze is just strong enough to blow around hair, leaves and light clothing. Laurea is unable to bend the wind from its direction of original movement.
Earth Lv 0: This spell allows Laurea to coax a plant into growing 1/4 a rate faster than it normally would. It also allows her to ripen a plucked nut, fruit or veg in minutes.
History: Born form an elven father and a celestial mother I was marked as different from birth. It wasn’t just my eyes or skin or even the wings that sprouted before my first birthday, I just was. I was raised by my father and mother until I reached the age of six. I left home to be trained in the arts of magic. By that time it was apparent I had an aptitude for magic greater than most children twice my age. Before returning to her former home mother gave me the staff I still carry to this day. She told if I had need of her to call up to the heavens and she would come to me. Comforted I eagerly threw myself into my studies.
A few years shy of my fifth hundredth birthday I left my home, my school. I was considered a master mage, my mother’s staff covered in tiny silvered runes proclaimed my status to everyone. At the time I received my white set of clothing and the unique crystal that came to top my staff. Proud of my achievement after so long a time I moved to an isolated home to further my studies and to perform any experiment that struck my interest.
For three hundred years I expanded my knowledge and powers, finding new ways to toss around energy and magic. The day after my seven hundred and ninety eighth birthday I rescued a dragons egg. The dame and sire had been slain, with their absence the rest of the brood had succumbed to exposure and perished. Oddly attached to the surviving little dracling I bound it to me through my arts to better care for it, before and after hatching. Once in a while I got a feeling of contentment from the dracling. I named him Arcanen, with his approval of course.
Later that year I called upon Lomion, one of the few people I had known since childhood. At the school, we used to compete to see who could master the lesson first. Our friendly rivalry helped both of us through school. For many years Lomion had made it obvious that he wished to court me. I on the other hand had no wish or time for such frivolous things. I had need of help with my current experiment. It required more power than I could generate and a finer control than just one person could manage for so many spells.
After a lot of debating, and grumbling on my part, Lomion agreed to help me in exchange for a date. Eager to start for our own, separate reasons we began building the delicate web of spell that would create the rift I sought to create. Once done, I place the spells in a dormant state and insisted that we rest and eat before activating and bind the spells to one another.
That night held a lot of tension and anticipation in the air. I waited eagerly to see the results as my power braided with Lomion’s to activate the spells. The sudden drain on my energy reserves startled me a little, for a moment I wondered if I should have chosen to bring in a third mage. With a quiet popping sound a smooth edge sphere appeared in the center of the spelled web. I studied the black but not black opening, colors my mind could not quite comprehend shimmer in its depths. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lomion look away from the rift, his skin paling.
The rift seemed to ripple suddenly and grow. Alarmed, I stepped back away from the rift and looked to Lomion. He was beginning to show the same fatigue and strain that slowly was creeping up on me. Just as I called out to Lomion to help me shut down the spell keeping the rift here as second pulse opened the rift further I turned to Lomion in time to hear him cry out. Lomion never went hear the rift; he simply disappeared before my eyes.
Clumsily I sheered the rift’s link to the spells. I fought back a wave of exhaustion as I watch the rift waver, it looked as if it were growing and feeding on some unknown source of power even after the last spell flickered out. A second before I fell into the brilliant darkness of the void before me a bright flash of cobalt filled my vision.
~~~~~~~
Slowly I awoke, my mind drifting and wandering for a short time before I fell back a sleep. Several times I woke and drifted, to dazed to do more than merely exist in the moment before sleep claimed me once more. Finally, a vision came to me. I watched many people work in what looked like a lab of sorts. My groggy mind finally realized that the men and women in the room were Drow. Over time the visions came more often, lasting longer and longer until I realized that they were not visions, but true sight. My body lay dormant in a Drow laboratory. I watched them through the blue prison I was in, yet they didn’t seem to notice I had awakened.
After a lot of thought I concluded that I was trapped within my own immobilized body. My mind was not in the ether, watching the surroundings through a tenuous link to my body. It bothered me that while I could feel all of my limbs, my chest never rose to breathe; my heart never beat within my chest. I wondered at what type of stasis the Drow have to hold me in such a state.
I wanted to know how I was being held and why. How long I had been asleep. Was my father well? Had Arcanen hatched and how well was he adjusting to the strained link between us. Needless to say I had many questions and I would get my answers to them or there would be hell to pay.
Arcanen - NPC dragon that Laurea once owned. She'll have to go questing for him if and when she wants to get the dracling back.
Name: Arcanen
Age: 93,983 True Age: 26 Time Frozen: 93,957 (based on a human year scale)
Dragon Age: 10 (based on how a dragon develops mentally and physically)
Race: Greater Dragon
Height: 3ft at shoulder
Length: 6 1/2 ft shoulder to tail tip
Weight: 175lbs
Build: streamlined and snaky (an adolescent dragon)
Eye color: Emerald green
Scale color: creamy white with ruddy gold on the crests
Weapons: Teeth claws and a tail that can be whipped around.
Gifts: Arcanen can sputter tiny sparks and a small amount of smoke. Both are ineffective for offense or defense. Arcanen can shift bits of himself to look humanoid but is unable to hold the shift for more than two or three minutes at a time. The altered appendages retain a reptilian look when shifted. Ex. scales and claws.
Personality/History: Traumatized by the destruction of his sire, dame, brood mates and the later loss of Laurea. The head mage placed Arcanen in a stasis within his egg, only to awaken when Laurea escaped her crystal sleep. Arcanen awoke and hatched when Laurea's mind became active thought she was still imprisoned in the crystal far away.
Alone, he learned to care for himself and believes that he is alone. That Laurea, his former guardian has abandoned him. As such Arcanen bears a continent sized chip on his shoulder. While 26 mortal years old Arcanen is still little more than a child. He's somewhere around 10 to 12 years of age.
Though he won't admit it to himself, he still feels the gap in the link between Laurea and himself keenly. It is the reason he still haunts the woods of her former home.