Post by AmberEyedWolf on May 13, 2011 11:13:14 GMT -4
{Faelynn}
:: In the darkest corners of the night, we play ::
:: Name ::
Faelynn. (FEY-lin)(Means "fairy kingdom".)
:: Age ::
21.
:: Gender ::
Female.
:: Species ::
Three-fourths human, one-fourth fairy.
:: Affiliation ::
Magrej's daughter.
:: Items/Pets ::
(subject to approval)
:: Looks ::
{Clickety}
Beautiful purple tresses fall down below a slim waist. The deep purple locks are super straight with slightly jagged ends. The purple hue of her eyes matches that of her hair. Sad, tired eyes they are; so much destruction they have seen. A heart-shaped face with a pointed chin and a small, sad mouth hide most emotion. Five-foot-three and slim to the point of skinny, she isn't much to be feared. It seems as though a slight breeze could pick her up and carry her off.
Pale skin tells of a life spent locked within the castle walls. Rarely allowed outside, she has become nearly as white as the clouds above. Contrasting heavily with her pale skin, she wears clothes only in dark colors, black being her favorite. Long black dresses are her favorite, with black boots that reach mid-calf. Adorning her long arms are sleeves that reach from the elbow to the hand. Long, thin fingers taper off to delicate fingernails. Always, she wears a cloak of black velvet covering her shoulders, fastened securely around her throat. The high collar of the cloak accentuates her long neck.
:: Personality ::
Gentle and kind, Faelynn hates everything her father does. She knows what he does is wrong, but being so small and weak, she is powerless to stop him. She would love to go out into town and make everything better, but she cannot, for she is trapped behind the castle walls. Seeing the destruction her father causes hurts her, and she has become withdrawn and depressed, sometimes antisocial. Solitude has become her best friend, and she hates crowds and large parties. Reading and writing have become two of her favorite things to do, and two of the few things Magrej actually allows her to do.
Trapped within the castle walls, Faelynn has never felt freedom. Though she's heard about it and read about it, she has never experienced it. She longs to be free of the walls that bind her, to go outside and live the life she wants to live. Day after day she sits by the small window in her room looking out over the city, longing to be free. It is a hunger that fills her, consumes her, until freedom is the only thing she can focus on.
Although her father tries to suppress her feelings, she resists. She is very stubborn for being so tiny, and she refuses to let her father break her spirit. She may act lowly and submissive around him, but inside, a defiant flame burns brightly. Occasionally, she tries to sneak out of the castle at night, allowing a few trustworthy servants to help her. Her nighttime escapades give her a taste of the freedom she longs for, but she always returns to the castle before sunrise, fearing what her father would do if her caught her outside.
:: History ::
Origin unknown, Faelynn is the mystery of Murate. Rumors circulate that she is a fairy child, an abandoned human taken in and raised by fairies who bewitched her. Others say that she is a rare gift from the heavens, meant to be protected. A fallen angel, if you will. Several more rumors float around, not all of them pleasant. Her past seems determined to remain a mystery, even to her.
:: Other::
Hopey hopey hopey hope!
Faelynn. (FEY-lin)(Means "fairy kingdom".)
:: Age ::
21.
:: Gender ::
Female.
:: Species ::
Three-fourths human, one-fourth fairy.
:: Affiliation ::
Magrej's daughter.
:: Items/Pets ::
(subject to approval)
:: Looks ::
{Clickety}
Beautiful purple tresses fall down below a slim waist. The deep purple locks are super straight with slightly jagged ends. The purple hue of her eyes matches that of her hair. Sad, tired eyes they are; so much destruction they have seen. A heart-shaped face with a pointed chin and a small, sad mouth hide most emotion. Five-foot-three and slim to the point of skinny, she isn't much to be feared. It seems as though a slight breeze could pick her up and carry her off.
Pale skin tells of a life spent locked within the castle walls. Rarely allowed outside, she has become nearly as white as the clouds above. Contrasting heavily with her pale skin, she wears clothes only in dark colors, black being her favorite. Long black dresses are her favorite, with black boots that reach mid-calf. Adorning her long arms are sleeves that reach from the elbow to the hand. Long, thin fingers taper off to delicate fingernails. Always, she wears a cloak of black velvet covering her shoulders, fastened securely around her throat. The high collar of the cloak accentuates her long neck.
:: Personality ::
Gentle and kind, Faelynn hates everything her father does. She knows what he does is wrong, but being so small and weak, she is powerless to stop him. She would love to go out into town and make everything better, but she cannot, for she is trapped behind the castle walls. Seeing the destruction her father causes hurts her, and she has become withdrawn and depressed, sometimes antisocial. Solitude has become her best friend, and she hates crowds and large parties. Reading and writing have become two of her favorite things to do, and two of the few things Magrej actually allows her to do.
Trapped within the castle walls, Faelynn has never felt freedom. Though she's heard about it and read about it, she has never experienced it. She longs to be free of the walls that bind her, to go outside and live the life she wants to live. Day after day she sits by the small window in her room looking out over the city, longing to be free. It is a hunger that fills her, consumes her, until freedom is the only thing she can focus on.
Although her father tries to suppress her feelings, she resists. She is very stubborn for being so tiny, and she refuses to let her father break her spirit. She may act lowly and submissive around him, but inside, a defiant flame burns brightly. Occasionally, she tries to sneak out of the castle at night, allowing a few trustworthy servants to help her. Her nighttime escapades give her a taste of the freedom she longs for, but she always returns to the castle before sunrise, fearing what her father would do if her caught her outside.
:: History ::
Origin unknown, Faelynn is the mystery of Murate. Rumors circulate that she is a fairy child, an abandoned human taken in and raised by fairies who bewitched her. Others say that she is a rare gift from the heavens, meant to be protected. A fallen angel, if you will. Several more rumors float around, not all of them pleasant. Her past seems determined to remain a mystery, even to her.
:: Other::
Hopey hopey hopey hope!
{Faelynn}
:: In the darkest corners of the night, we play ::
