Post by Lady Aeolian Kilith on May 5, 2006 15:46:18 GMT -5
Name: Aeolian Kilith
Gender: Female
Race: Half winged-dragon, half human
Corner Preferance: Wind
Age: 19
Description:
Aeolian was born of an accident. The mergence of ambient magick altered her blood while still in her human mother's womb resulting in a child unlike any other. The small girl came into the world as a normal human child would, wriggling and screaming, but Aeolian while she came into the human world, her mother left it. Aeolian was not meant to be loved. The unnoticed feathers clinging to the babe's back would see to that in the years to come.
Initially the mother-nurses revolted to touch Aeolian. At a young age her skin was tough yet mallueable, clear, and gracefull. "Almost leathery," one townsperson remarked, an apt statement for the enigima of a daughter. Aeolins's eyes shined an alarming silver when she opened them to the world. Small flecks of cerulean drew even more attention to the newborn.
Time marched on and Aeolin grew into a wondrous woman. Tall and agile, she remained the unbeatable student in the village. It took great skill to match her speed and great effort to land a blow on the girl that could double over backward with a gymnast's ease. Her body seemed perfectly suited for speed, quick blows, and flexibility.
Small blows failed to phase her. While knee scrapes burned and thorns prick bled lightly for every other youngster, Aeolian remained unhindered thanks to her tougher than normal skin.
Of all the normal things that puts Aeolian above most of her two legged companions, her stark white hair nothing short of the most striking. In only a few years it had grown down her back in gleaming lofty lengths of ivory white. Aeolian kept it trim just above her buttocks and tied back in anything from a brain to a pony tain to a train of knots.
Of the abnormal were Aeolian's wings. Come her fifteenth birthday she could no longer hide the feathery expanses beneath her garmets. The arching expenses would pierce the cloth, so from then on she walked the town in garmet that left her back exposed. From then on, as Aeolian grew her wings always remained proportinal. Their tips ended near her knees; their archs ceased just above her head. For a time Aeolain proved akward with such large white expanses, but she learned, in time, to fold them behind her making them nearly invisible agaist her white locks.
Spread them wide and she looked the most beautiful of creatures, capable of peaceful destruction and binding freedoms. She found with her wings came control over air-like elements. Emotion decides the level of strength, the force behind the winds that always seem to play at the ends of her hair and feather tips. While she keeps most to herself, Aeolian has learned to control this, to an extent. No one could explain the girl, so no one thought to help her. She held the power; they held nothing and so they gave her nothing.
Personality:
People are a result of their surroundings; Aeolian is no exception. From birth, Aeolain was either revered or feared by those around her.
She learned to hold and show respect for her elders, those of which feared her the greatest. Their beind-the-back murrmurrings created a wall around Aeolian; she would not show them her distress at their harsh words. The actions of those older molded her to hide pain of heart while her personal adamant ways kept her from showing physical hurt.
These adults taught and ordered the children of her own age to keep their distance, to stay away from the "winged-beast". The curious sorrowful eyes of her peers gave Aeolian hope that not everyone despised her in the complete way those of tradition did. Silence and solitude forced her to play along, encouraging a creative imaginative mind, and, in later years, gave her room to practice control over her winds and flight.
The children born after her grew up even more curious than the scoundrals that thought themselves brave to throw rocks at a girl that wouldn't retaliate. Aeolian had grown to detest violence. It only made people fear her more. This new generation, however, did not spit names at her, jealous of her wings or graceful looks. Many befriended her. Their unjudgemental smiles pulled forth smiles on Aeolian's lips that had not been seen before.
She proved herself kind-hearted through these children. She let them stroke her wings and play with her hair. Often times she was found playing in the field with them, dancing and playing hand games or weaving garlands and splashing in the stream. Aeolian liked herself best when she was with them. She laughed more.
But after one young girl thought to try and fly "like pretty A-lain", Aeolian was exiled from the village. The town threatened to smother her hopeful heart, so she fled by the skies, letting her tears skatter into her winds to fall upon the children crying at her departure.
Aeolian had no one.
Sample Post:
"Why?" Aeolian sobbed to the skies. Her body shuddered, wing beats faltering. The expanses of feathery white angled against the white-speckled black sky, an angle that threatened to spiral the distraught girl to the death she wished upon herself.
Tears caught in her throat as she struggled for control. She leveled out all the closer to the ground she fled so stubbornly from. Just as she felt steady, Aeolian threw herself to the right to avoid an outreaching branch. Flying was hard through the swelling water in her eyes, but miraculously she'd managed for past eleven hours.
I dont understand...The thought had once been full of fervor and life. Now against the dark of night, crystal clear tears adding to the sparkle of the night, Aeolian pushed the back of her hand across her swollen red eyes. Strands of luxurious white heaven's hair clung to the salty stretches of pale cheek and her bottom lip bore a dark red split from biting it.
She had done this too often, a part of her said as she came to hover just over a leafy forest canopy, this crying when no one could see. Aeolian's body gasped for the air it could not attain through the stream of tears. She died because of me... ME! Stupid Aeolian, that told her she could do anythi--
Aeolian was so preoccupied with thought that the misbalance of her flight wasn't corrected in time. The tip of her left wing caught the dark green ceiling. Instantly, she was torn from the sky. Her body jerked, whiplashed by the branches' ensnarement, and, when she free, tossed foreward wildly. She threw her hands over her head out of instinct and curled her knees close to her chest as she crashed into the tops of the new spring trees.
Wood snapped and shattered around her falling form spraying her face and cheeks, falling alongside her. A part of Aeolian wished she would die when she landed just as little Beth had. The other half of Aeolian struggled to pull her wings in close to protect them from the splinters bouncing off her flesh.
Despite the height from which Aeolian fell, her wings, long and white, dragged out behind her. Branches caught between the plumage to slow her fall, but it wasn't enough to to stop her weight from blasting through an exceptionally large branch near the base of a tree. The snap echoed as her body paused with the energy transfer and then resumed the final drop to the ground.
For a moment, breath was not natural, sound would have been scorned, and movement would have killed. Then Aeolian sobbed. Her arms unscathed by the debris remained wrapped about a knotted mass of dulled white hair, twigs, and leaves. White lay sprawled out behind her in a feathery pile. Her favorite sky blue shirt hung from the heftier threads, falling off her bruised shoulder and her pants sported a missing knee and numerous length-long tears.
Curled in upon herself, she didn't notice the lack of wind in the forest underbrush. All Aeolain knew was the throb of her heart and the lack of strength in her entire being. She'd flown too long without rest or sleep. She'd hidden herself too long from everyone around her. She'd smiled too many times without meaning it. The forest slowly came forth at Aeolian's sobbing calls for life.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater[/b]
Gender: Female
Race: Half winged-dragon, half human
Corner Preferance: Wind
Age: 19
Description:
Aeolian was born of an accident. The mergence of ambient magick altered her blood while still in her human mother's womb resulting in a child unlike any other. The small girl came into the world as a normal human child would, wriggling and screaming, but Aeolian while she came into the human world, her mother left it. Aeolian was not meant to be loved. The unnoticed feathers clinging to the babe's back would see to that in the years to come.
Initially the mother-nurses revolted to touch Aeolian. At a young age her skin was tough yet mallueable, clear, and gracefull. "Almost leathery," one townsperson remarked, an apt statement for the enigima of a daughter. Aeolins's eyes shined an alarming silver when she opened them to the world. Small flecks of cerulean drew even more attention to the newborn.
Time marched on and Aeolin grew into a wondrous woman. Tall and agile, she remained the unbeatable student in the village. It took great skill to match her speed and great effort to land a blow on the girl that could double over backward with a gymnast's ease. Her body seemed perfectly suited for speed, quick blows, and flexibility.
Small blows failed to phase her. While knee scrapes burned and thorns prick bled lightly for every other youngster, Aeolian remained unhindered thanks to her tougher than normal skin.
Of all the normal things that puts Aeolian above most of her two legged companions, her stark white hair nothing short of the most striking. In only a few years it had grown down her back in gleaming lofty lengths of ivory white. Aeolian kept it trim just above her buttocks and tied back in anything from a brain to a pony tain to a train of knots.
Of the abnormal were Aeolian's wings. Come her fifteenth birthday she could no longer hide the feathery expanses beneath her garmets. The arching expenses would pierce the cloth, so from then on she walked the town in garmet that left her back exposed. From then on, as Aeolian grew her wings always remained proportinal. Their tips ended near her knees; their archs ceased just above her head. For a time Aeolain proved akward with such large white expanses, but she learned, in time, to fold them behind her making them nearly invisible agaist her white locks.
Spread them wide and she looked the most beautiful of creatures, capable of peaceful destruction and binding freedoms. She found with her wings came control over air-like elements. Emotion decides the level of strength, the force behind the winds that always seem to play at the ends of her hair and feather tips. While she keeps most to herself, Aeolian has learned to control this, to an extent. No one could explain the girl, so no one thought to help her. She held the power; they held nothing and so they gave her nothing.
Personality:
People are a result of their surroundings; Aeolian is no exception. From birth, Aeolain was either revered or feared by those around her.
She learned to hold and show respect for her elders, those of which feared her the greatest. Their beind-the-back murrmurrings created a wall around Aeolian; she would not show them her distress at their harsh words. The actions of those older molded her to hide pain of heart while her personal adamant ways kept her from showing physical hurt.
These adults taught and ordered the children of her own age to keep their distance, to stay away from the "winged-beast". The curious sorrowful eyes of her peers gave Aeolian hope that not everyone despised her in the complete way those of tradition did. Silence and solitude forced her to play along, encouraging a creative imaginative mind, and, in later years, gave her room to practice control over her winds and flight.
The children born after her grew up even more curious than the scoundrals that thought themselves brave to throw rocks at a girl that wouldn't retaliate. Aeolian had grown to detest violence. It only made people fear her more. This new generation, however, did not spit names at her, jealous of her wings or graceful looks. Many befriended her. Their unjudgemental smiles pulled forth smiles on Aeolian's lips that had not been seen before.
She proved herself kind-hearted through these children. She let them stroke her wings and play with her hair. Often times she was found playing in the field with them, dancing and playing hand games or weaving garlands and splashing in the stream. Aeolian liked herself best when she was with them. She laughed more.
But after one young girl thought to try and fly "like pretty A-lain", Aeolian was exiled from the village. The town threatened to smother her hopeful heart, so she fled by the skies, letting her tears skatter into her winds to fall upon the children crying at her departure.
Aeolian had no one.
Sample Post:
"Why?" Aeolian sobbed to the skies. Her body shuddered, wing beats faltering. The expanses of feathery white angled against the white-speckled black sky, an angle that threatened to spiral the distraught girl to the death she wished upon herself.
Tears caught in her throat as she struggled for control. She leveled out all the closer to the ground she fled so stubbornly from. Just as she felt steady, Aeolian threw herself to the right to avoid an outreaching branch. Flying was hard through the swelling water in her eyes, but miraculously she'd managed for past eleven hours.
I dont understand...The thought had once been full of fervor and life. Now against the dark of night, crystal clear tears adding to the sparkle of the night, Aeolian pushed the back of her hand across her swollen red eyes. Strands of luxurious white heaven's hair clung to the salty stretches of pale cheek and her bottom lip bore a dark red split from biting it.
She had done this too often, a part of her said as she came to hover just over a leafy forest canopy, this crying when no one could see. Aeolian's body gasped for the air it could not attain through the stream of tears. She died because of me... ME! Stupid Aeolian, that told her she could do anythi--
Aeolian was so preoccupied with thought that the misbalance of her flight wasn't corrected in time. The tip of her left wing caught the dark green ceiling. Instantly, she was torn from the sky. Her body jerked, whiplashed by the branches' ensnarement, and, when she free, tossed foreward wildly. She threw her hands over her head out of instinct and curled her knees close to her chest as she crashed into the tops of the new spring trees.
Wood snapped and shattered around her falling form spraying her face and cheeks, falling alongside her. A part of Aeolian wished she would die when she landed just as little Beth had. The other half of Aeolian struggled to pull her wings in close to protect them from the splinters bouncing off her flesh.
Despite the height from which Aeolian fell, her wings, long and white, dragged out behind her. Branches caught between the plumage to slow her fall, but it wasn't enough to to stop her weight from blasting through an exceptionally large branch near the base of a tree. The snap echoed as her body paused with the energy transfer and then resumed the final drop to the ground.
For a moment, breath was not natural, sound would have been scorned, and movement would have killed. Then Aeolian sobbed. Her arms unscathed by the debris remained wrapped about a knotted mass of dulled white hair, twigs, and leaves. White lay sprawled out behind her in a feathery pile. Her favorite sky blue shirt hung from the heftier threads, falling off her bruised shoulder and her pants sported a missing knee and numerous length-long tears.
Curled in upon herself, she didn't notice the lack of wind in the forest underbrush. All Aeolain knew was the throb of her heart and the lack of strength in her entire being. She'd flown too long without rest or sleep. She'd hidden herself too long from everyone around her. She'd smiled too many times without meaning it. The forest slowly came forth at Aeolian's sobbing calls for life.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater[/b]
