Post by Daybreak on Jan 24, 2006 12:21:44 GMT -5
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Name: Rigel Preghiera Pronounced: Rye-gel Prey-gear-a
Gender: female
Race: mage
Corner Preference: water might fit best
Age: She appears to be 21, but she has been around for 86 years
Description: Her beauty surpasses many, with her angelic skin and her vibrant icy blue eyes. Her silver hair falls gracefully down around her waist and is usually kept in a thick braid held at the end by a rounded out ebony ring. Her face is stern in appearance, but there is certain warmness to her smile. She is tall and built well, muscular and strong; she was made for hard labor. She is gifted with a sword and with a bow and arrow, and she is quick and agile on her feet. Her magery skills are well rounded, but she only uses her powers when it is necessary, and never to show off. Rigel can speak with water life, such as fish, turtles and an assortment of other sea creatures.
The only jewelry adorning her body is a blue-green gemstone surrounded by a pewter spiral given to her by her mother. She has a tattoo on her upper right arm that has been there ever since she could remember. It resembles a circle of thorns.
Her travel wear is made for protection. Chain mail is seen over top of an airy blue silk shirt. Tan, shin length pants are held up by a thick chrome belt, which also holds her large plain sword and a couple extra finely, decorated daggers for personal security. Her shoes are not worn for wear because when she is not traveling she often goes barefoot.
Personality: Rigel is a quick thinker and rarely does she misjudge a situation. Cunning like a fox and slow to anger make her unpredictable on many aspects. She cannot stand liars or people who do not respond when they are needed. She dislikes people who don’t think before they act. Rigel is loyal to all friends who gain her trust and respect all whom respect her.
She loves to swim and sleep under the stars. She enjoys hunting and a good adventure. She loves aquatic life and the sounds of the sea. She likes the forest, the trees and sometimes she entertains herself by eavesdropping on the fish.
Sample Post
Rigel woke to the rushing sound of water, which was music to her ears. She rolled over on to her stomach and felt the cold wet slate that was beneath her, press against her right cheek. “Dawn already?” She thought, as she picked herself up off of the cave floor, her joints cracking as she stretched toward the stone ceiling. Walking forward, Rigel could hear the waterfall majestically tumbling an easy one hundred feet above her into the shining pool at the foot of the cave. She made her way to the pool feeling the cool water between her toes and then bent down to look at her reflection in the entrance to the cave. She glanced at herself closely as if she had never seen herself before and then carefully, she touched the water and pulled it quickly to her sleep stricken face. As soon as Rigel had done that she had then backed up about four feet and took a running dive into the pool. She felt the water surround her body and quickly recover from the night she had sleeping on the slate of the cave. This was her favorite time of day, when the world awoke and all evils of the night had vanished. The brightness of the dawn took all shadows away and blessed everything in and of the forest with a beautiful light. A light she knew would never escape her, no matter how dark it was.
Rigel made her way to the surface out from under the waterfall, her silver hair flowing behind her. She pulled herself out of the water, dripping from head to toe, and sat on the bank of the pool. Turning to the sky she sensed a dread in the air. “A storm is headed this way…. If I want to eat I better hurry.” She thought. Rigel quickly stood up and leaned over the water and carefully wrung her long, thick hair out. She pulled the ebony ring she had placed around her wrist, off, and tugged her hair through it. Then she ran back into the cave from the outside entrance, picked up her armor and pulled it down over her head, then reached for her bow and arrows. Swiftly but silently she made her way back out of the cave and into the dense forest.
The forest was restless in preparation for the oncoming storm and Rigel could hear the graceful dear running about a half a mile away. She scanned the forest for cover. The trees she saw stood fifty feet high and vines with orange and pink flowers adorned the forest floor. She found a perfect spot amongst the colorful vines on the muddy ground and knelt patiently for the dear to make their trek toward the area. She kept a keen eye open for fear that the dear would head the other way. As she was concentrating on not making a sound the wind picked up and the leaves on the forest floor scattered everywhere, making a beautiful vortex of red and orange-yellow leaves. She pushed the stray hairs blown by the wind back behind her ear and then glanced to the left to a break in the dense forest and saw the dear herd headed her way. At the head of all of them she saw a beautiful male dear, a strong 12-point buck, she just glared at it, her eyes widening, her mouth watering. “This is the one,” she thought. She waited until the dear herd was nearly on top of her, then, in the blink of an eye she stood, whipped her hair out of her face, pulled the bow and released. The arrow struck the dear down into the brush and the other dear bolted every which way in panic. Rigel walked slowly toward the dear making sure it was dead. She stood over it, pulled the arrow from its chest and hoisted it up over her shoulders. The dead weight of the dear did not slow her down as she swiftly walked back to the cave. She could not wait until she could clean the dear and eat. “This is my lucky day,” she thought out loud, but she had spoken to soon. Just as Rigel entered the banks of the pool she saw the black clouds that had risen in the morning sky and herd the dull roar of thunder in the distance.[/glow]
Gender: female
Race: mage
Corner Preference: water might fit best
Age: She appears to be 21, but she has been around for 86 years
Description: Her beauty surpasses many, with her angelic skin and her vibrant icy blue eyes. Her silver hair falls gracefully down around her waist and is usually kept in a thick braid held at the end by a rounded out ebony ring. Her face is stern in appearance, but there is certain warmness to her smile. She is tall and built well, muscular and strong; she was made for hard labor. She is gifted with a sword and with a bow and arrow, and she is quick and agile on her feet. Her magery skills are well rounded, but she only uses her powers when it is necessary, and never to show off. Rigel can speak with water life, such as fish, turtles and an assortment of other sea creatures.
The only jewelry adorning her body is a blue-green gemstone surrounded by a pewter spiral given to her by her mother. She has a tattoo on her upper right arm that has been there ever since she could remember. It resembles a circle of thorns.
Her travel wear is made for protection. Chain mail is seen over top of an airy blue silk shirt. Tan, shin length pants are held up by a thick chrome belt, which also holds her large plain sword and a couple extra finely, decorated daggers for personal security. Her shoes are not worn for wear because when she is not traveling she often goes barefoot.
Personality: Rigel is a quick thinker and rarely does she misjudge a situation. Cunning like a fox and slow to anger make her unpredictable on many aspects. She cannot stand liars or people who do not respond when they are needed. She dislikes people who don’t think before they act. Rigel is loyal to all friends who gain her trust and respect all whom respect her.
She loves to swim and sleep under the stars. She enjoys hunting and a good adventure. She loves aquatic life and the sounds of the sea. She likes the forest, the trees and sometimes she entertains herself by eavesdropping on the fish.
Sample Post
Rigel woke to the rushing sound of water, which was music to her ears. She rolled over on to her stomach and felt the cold wet slate that was beneath her, press against her right cheek. “Dawn already?” She thought, as she picked herself up off of the cave floor, her joints cracking as she stretched toward the stone ceiling. Walking forward, Rigel could hear the waterfall majestically tumbling an easy one hundred feet above her into the shining pool at the foot of the cave. She made her way to the pool feeling the cool water between her toes and then bent down to look at her reflection in the entrance to the cave. She glanced at herself closely as if she had never seen herself before and then carefully, she touched the water and pulled it quickly to her sleep stricken face. As soon as Rigel had done that she had then backed up about four feet and took a running dive into the pool. She felt the water surround her body and quickly recover from the night she had sleeping on the slate of the cave. This was her favorite time of day, when the world awoke and all evils of the night had vanished. The brightness of the dawn took all shadows away and blessed everything in and of the forest with a beautiful light. A light she knew would never escape her, no matter how dark it was.
Rigel made her way to the surface out from under the waterfall, her silver hair flowing behind her. She pulled herself out of the water, dripping from head to toe, and sat on the bank of the pool. Turning to the sky she sensed a dread in the air. “A storm is headed this way…. If I want to eat I better hurry.” She thought. Rigel quickly stood up and leaned over the water and carefully wrung her long, thick hair out. She pulled the ebony ring she had placed around her wrist, off, and tugged her hair through it. Then she ran back into the cave from the outside entrance, picked up her armor and pulled it down over her head, then reached for her bow and arrows. Swiftly but silently she made her way back out of the cave and into the dense forest.
The forest was restless in preparation for the oncoming storm and Rigel could hear the graceful dear running about a half a mile away. She scanned the forest for cover. The trees she saw stood fifty feet high and vines with orange and pink flowers adorned the forest floor. She found a perfect spot amongst the colorful vines on the muddy ground and knelt patiently for the dear to make their trek toward the area. She kept a keen eye open for fear that the dear would head the other way. As she was concentrating on not making a sound the wind picked up and the leaves on the forest floor scattered everywhere, making a beautiful vortex of red and orange-yellow leaves. She pushed the stray hairs blown by the wind back behind her ear and then glanced to the left to a break in the dense forest and saw the dear herd headed her way. At the head of all of them she saw a beautiful male dear, a strong 12-point buck, she just glared at it, her eyes widening, her mouth watering. “This is the one,” she thought. She waited until the dear herd was nearly on top of her, then, in the blink of an eye she stood, whipped her hair out of her face, pulled the bow and released. The arrow struck the dear down into the brush and the other dear bolted every which way in panic. Rigel walked slowly toward the dear making sure it was dead. She stood over it, pulled the arrow from its chest and hoisted it up over her shoulders. The dead weight of the dear did not slow her down as she swiftly walked back to the cave. She could not wait until she could clean the dear and eat. “This is my lucky day,” she thought out loud, but she had spoken to soon. Just as Rigel entered the banks of the pool she saw the black clouds that had risen in the morning sky and herd the dull roar of thunder in the distance.[/glow]
