Post by Peira on Jan 28, 2006 21:34:46 GMT -5
Name: Peira Avangelis
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Corner Preferance: Fire
Age: 25 yrs
Description: Long Dark red hair falls to her shoulders. She rarely pulls it back, though when she does she hangs it behind her in one, single bind... letting the hair fall upon the back of her neck in a pony tail. Skin is smooth and copper in tone. Her eyes a bright and vibrant metallic silver - gemlike in contrast.
Her body is lithe and slender, and she walks with a fluid air. Stubborn chin, and a beautiful curved form, she often wears the simple soundless garments of tight buckskin across her chest area- as well as the same style garment to cover her torso. She often charries upon her back, her trusted weapon of choice; a limber, long bow - and of course her quiver.
Personality: She is very Bi-polar. Suffering sever heartbreak as a young woman, she felt so torn and to protect herself and keep herself hidden and whole, she pulled herself inwards and locked herself there. Placing upon her features a mask that was in no way shape or form the true Peira. Peira was a warmhearted soul. A person who loved life, and wanted nothing more to be caught in the rain and run in damp skirts, dragging herself back to a loving man that awaited her at home. But that man had betrayed that loving woman... and thus she created herself anew. Turning cold - hard, she became reckless and a master of bow and arrow. She became an assasin, and a theif. She lived alone, and travelled alone. But Peira did not die within herself. She's still there and thus she has become a bi-polar creation. some call her insane... and more recently she stopped denying it... perhaps she is insane. She has too personalities; as simple as that.
The HeartBroken.
and
The HeartBreaker.
Sample Post: from another RPG: The wind that once blew directly into her, against the force of the steed, fought against another force from behind her. It was Zarr and his fiesty mount. She let him pass, not attempting to beat him out nor escape him. The lovely woman let him lead--as it should be. Watching him curve slightly to the left and into the woods, she chuckled and turned to the right. The way he took was slim and narrow, just enough for his horse. However, Amor, being the fatter, needed more room. Coming slowly from behind Zarr and where his mount was tied, she dismounted and untacked as so.
Antigone stood upon her tippy-toes to reach the small saddle with auburn leather, her face etched into determination to reach the item. She would not have help, but, wanted to do some things on her own. To prove that she can do it. She CAN be independant. Finally teetering the saddle towards her, she cradeled it awkawardly as she walked burdened to the log. Seeting the saddle upon it and straightening it perfectly parallel to Zarr's larger saddle, she gave a smug glance. A glance that bragged of her victory. Then, unbrideling Amor, she flung the metalic bit over her shoulder and allowed him to yawn before she patted him down.
The beast settled into the woods and she looked over at him settling down in the blankets. It was hardly dark yet and she had no intentions of sleeping so fast! The clouds were coming in, and the dying light projected such a contrast of colors! How she loved the thunder and lightening! Such strength she would never know, could never fathom! Like the strength Zarr possessed, she had no idea how he worked. And that made her curious and highly interested.
She listened to his offer, a coy smile upon her face as he made an innocent proposal. Wondering whether he meant anything of it, or just being a gentleman, she would not succumb so easily. Stillw ary of the strange man, he had her trust--but not her heart! Nay, she was still as afraid of this Zarr from the moment she met him. Walking under the low branches to see his face, she chimed out. Her voice very suspicious but held a hidden interested gleam. Like she was not so sure.
" Am I not capable of making such a pallet as yourself? Hand me thy blanket, but sleep dare not cover my eyes yet. Doth not sun still shine somewhere beyond that cloud? "
She chuckled as humor fileld the atmosphere. Her light sarcasm was easy, but not cynical. She looked at him, ducking from under the olive branch. She had no idea where she would lie to rest at, but she knew that he would not win so easily. He wouldnt win at whatever game he was playing--if he was playing one at all. Her female mind swirled in hope in that he wished a different meaning than the gentle, innocence of sharing a pallet, but also wished that he was clueless of those different intentions.
As she looked at him, a loud clap of thunder crashed and rolled about. Causing her to jump, then look up expectantly with surprise. However, her gaze looked over Zarr with a flush of embarrassment. How she talked before about her love of loud storms! Aye, she truly did, but how she was caught of guard by that clap! But, her flush of embarassment only lasted a moment and she regained her look of confiedence and mystery.
Then, the rain came. Her light blouse was dotted with the clearity of wetness, causing it to stick to her sunkissed skin. The skirts also dotted with darker colors of brown and blues becuase of the rain. However, the rain was warmer than expected, and it did not fall in sheets just yet. The thunder rolled and promised more rain and other claps after it was done. Antigone glanced at his pallet that was done with much expertise and she thought for a moment perhaps she'd be better off with him. Nay, she thought again and look back at Zarr with the same determination that she wore with struggling with the saddle upon the tall horse's back. Her strength could be discribed as stubborness, but, that was only a preference. Russet eyes looked at Zarr's handsome features as her own face held such a lovely glow for such circumstances. Oh how she hoped that Zarr would not fade into blackness again, and that he'd remain warm and comforting. Not cold and harsh.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Corner Preferance: Fire
Age: 25 yrs
Description: Long Dark red hair falls to her shoulders. She rarely pulls it back, though when she does she hangs it behind her in one, single bind... letting the hair fall upon the back of her neck in a pony tail. Skin is smooth and copper in tone. Her eyes a bright and vibrant metallic silver - gemlike in contrast.
Her body is lithe and slender, and she walks with a fluid air. Stubborn chin, and a beautiful curved form, she often wears the simple soundless garments of tight buckskin across her chest area- as well as the same style garment to cover her torso. She often charries upon her back, her trusted weapon of choice; a limber, long bow - and of course her quiver.
Personality: She is very Bi-polar. Suffering sever heartbreak as a young woman, she felt so torn and to protect herself and keep herself hidden and whole, she pulled herself inwards and locked herself there. Placing upon her features a mask that was in no way shape or form the true Peira. Peira was a warmhearted soul. A person who loved life, and wanted nothing more to be caught in the rain and run in damp skirts, dragging herself back to a loving man that awaited her at home. But that man had betrayed that loving woman... and thus she created herself anew. Turning cold - hard, she became reckless and a master of bow and arrow. She became an assasin, and a theif. She lived alone, and travelled alone. But Peira did not die within herself. She's still there and thus she has become a bi-polar creation. some call her insane... and more recently she stopped denying it... perhaps she is insane. She has too personalities; as simple as that.
The HeartBroken.
and
The HeartBreaker.
Sample Post: from another RPG: The wind that once blew directly into her, against the force of the steed, fought against another force from behind her. It was Zarr and his fiesty mount. She let him pass, not attempting to beat him out nor escape him. The lovely woman let him lead--as it should be. Watching him curve slightly to the left and into the woods, she chuckled and turned to the right. The way he took was slim and narrow, just enough for his horse. However, Amor, being the fatter, needed more room. Coming slowly from behind Zarr and where his mount was tied, she dismounted and untacked as so.
Antigone stood upon her tippy-toes to reach the small saddle with auburn leather, her face etched into determination to reach the item. She would not have help, but, wanted to do some things on her own. To prove that she can do it. She CAN be independant. Finally teetering the saddle towards her, she cradeled it awkawardly as she walked burdened to the log. Seeting the saddle upon it and straightening it perfectly parallel to Zarr's larger saddle, she gave a smug glance. A glance that bragged of her victory. Then, unbrideling Amor, she flung the metalic bit over her shoulder and allowed him to yawn before she patted him down.
The beast settled into the woods and she looked over at him settling down in the blankets. It was hardly dark yet and she had no intentions of sleeping so fast! The clouds were coming in, and the dying light projected such a contrast of colors! How she loved the thunder and lightening! Such strength she would never know, could never fathom! Like the strength Zarr possessed, she had no idea how he worked. And that made her curious and highly interested.
She listened to his offer, a coy smile upon her face as he made an innocent proposal. Wondering whether he meant anything of it, or just being a gentleman, she would not succumb so easily. Stillw ary of the strange man, he had her trust--but not her heart! Nay, she was still as afraid of this Zarr from the moment she met him. Walking under the low branches to see his face, she chimed out. Her voice very suspicious but held a hidden interested gleam. Like she was not so sure.
" Am I not capable of making such a pallet as yourself? Hand me thy blanket, but sleep dare not cover my eyes yet. Doth not sun still shine somewhere beyond that cloud? "
She chuckled as humor fileld the atmosphere. Her light sarcasm was easy, but not cynical. She looked at him, ducking from under the olive branch. She had no idea where she would lie to rest at, but she knew that he would not win so easily. He wouldnt win at whatever game he was playing--if he was playing one at all. Her female mind swirled in hope in that he wished a different meaning than the gentle, innocence of sharing a pallet, but also wished that he was clueless of those different intentions.
As she looked at him, a loud clap of thunder crashed and rolled about. Causing her to jump, then look up expectantly with surprise. However, her gaze looked over Zarr with a flush of embarrassment. How she talked before about her love of loud storms! Aye, she truly did, but how she was caught of guard by that clap! But, her flush of embarassment only lasted a moment and she regained her look of confiedence and mystery.
Then, the rain came. Her light blouse was dotted with the clearity of wetness, causing it to stick to her sunkissed skin. The skirts also dotted with darker colors of brown and blues becuase of the rain. However, the rain was warmer than expected, and it did not fall in sheets just yet. The thunder rolled and promised more rain and other claps after it was done. Antigone glanced at his pallet that was done with much expertise and she thought for a moment perhaps she'd be better off with him. Nay, she thought again and look back at Zarr with the same determination that she wore with struggling with the saddle upon the tall horse's back. Her strength could be discribed as stubborness, but, that was only a preference. Russet eyes looked at Zarr's handsome features as her own face held such a lovely glow for such circumstances. Oh how she hoped that Zarr would not fade into blackness again, and that he'd remain warm and comforting. Not cold and harsh.
