Post by Eira on Aug 23, 2014 22:59:59 GMT
Introduce Your Character
Name: Eira (Eye-rah)
Gender: female
Age: 19
Species: Human (for now)
Occupation: Warrior
Personality: pride, loyal, smart, quite, gentle. The love of wielding swords and fighting hand to hand has been one of Eira's favorite pastimes, horse back riding and reading she does in secret. she is a fierce, loyal, proud and at times is a very shy girl. She has been known to show off her skills with a sword around those who wish to do harm to others or herself. If they are harmless then she will simply ignore them unless they try to talk to her or again harm her. But if htey are her friend she is loyal and won't hurt them. Loyal and proud when she is alone she has a tendency to become snappy and rude when she feels like she is being followed or bothered, she has a sweet and gentle side that she will only show around children or those who get the rare chance to see her soft side, most of the time she is quite and withdrawn. When she is furious she is known to ride off and refuse to come back even if she is begged to. During that time she hunts or reads, other times she will ride through the trees and forest passes sometimes she will use her sword as a javelin and aim the blade at animals she hunts down.
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Physical Description
Appearance / Markings / Body type:
Long hair falls down her lean back in waves of straight ebony strands, bright gold eyes shine from a smooth pale skin under black eyebrows. Her nose straight and small sits above soft full pale lips. Her body is tall and slender giving her advantage over the ground when she runs, long legs and arms gives her a graceful appearance an unusual tattoo in the shape of a dagger appears on her back, the hilt starts at the base of her neck to reach down to the tip of her tail bone. Her fingers are long that ends in long sharp nails, her hands are covered with the white furs of wolves, her feet adorned with the same furs to form boots. Not much muscle covers her body but she has been seen to run as fast as deer and has the strength to pull back the string of a long bow and to wield swords heavier than her usual light sword. Her body covered in the traditional dress of a young woman covers the armor of her choice, the dress drags at the ground while the sleeves split. Her armor is light giving her room to move around, leather straps hold up her armor and when she fighters she becomes shimmering warrior.
Free of blemish her body is smooth and soft from the many baths she had the luxury of taking, she gained her first scar when she had the misfortune of taking on a warrior that was twice her size, the scar cuts across her left shoulder over her collar bone to stop next to her right breast. Bone fashioned into earrings sits in her right earlobe, her armor reveals the scar but her dress hides it.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 103
Scars or Tattoos: she has a tribal tattoo on right arm from her shoulder to the tip of her wrist, the tattoo under her right eye and the scar that stretches from her left shoulder to her right breast
Pic:
her eye color: 
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History: Born in Grohiikfel Eira had been born two warriors blessed with Fenrirs gift which she seeks herself, her parents choice of life had fascinated her to the point that she wished to join them. Taking up the sword she takes part in the way of the warrior and honed her skill to the point she could master the blades, always sticking to herself she doesn't like being around others and it annoys her when someone from the village tries to talk to her. She learned to ride horses when she was five and when she was ten she used her first sword though it was made of wood to kill a deer which had put the animal in great pain. Eira got her first bow when she turned thirteen and has never parted with the long bow since then, she uses the bow every time she could which is often.
Taking part in multiple hunts and fights she isn't surprised that she has become a good warrior, loving what she does she now exceeds in fighting and hates those who hunt the werewolves. Her parents died in a werewolf hunt when she was fifteen by those who claiming to be members of Odins Just and swore that she would gain the blessing in memory of her parents, after four years of being on her own Eira has come to not talking to others and instead worships Fenrir when she has free time, she knows how to survive by herself and enjoys the quite of being alone with no one to bother her.
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Sample RP Post: Wind tugs at strands of black locks making them dance around her face in the wind, blinking softly Eira turns around in the saddle her gold eyes looking for any sign of deer, seeing none she taps her heels on her mares sides urging the beast forward. Rocking in the saddle she feels another cold breeze bite into her furs at her shoulder mantle, grimacing lightly she lifts a hand and rubbed the palm of her gloves over her skin that peeked out from under the mantle. Clicking her tongue she leans forward and her mare pulls out of a trot into a gallop, rocking back and forth she smiles as her horse carries her towards Grohiikfel her hair flies behind her in gentle waves of ebony with the wind clawing at her head. Wetting her lips with her tongue she urges her horse to run more, she leans back the saddle, wind tugging at her hair like claws. Her mares mane whipped back into her face, reaching one of the trails that entered the village she jumped down from her mare the beautiful black horse slowed to a trot and she reached up with her hands to stroke the soft muzzle her fingers tightening around the reigns she now held, glancing around the village she led her mare towards her home. Dropping the straps of leather that held horse to her side she walked into her home her hair swaying behind her gently, stopping she glanced around the makeshift structure and tilted her head sighing she turned and walked out the door and back to her mare. A massive dog stood beside her horse, smiling she walked over to the dog and pet the soft brown fur, leaning into her mares warm side she raised her head and sighed softly.
((if i should add anymore please let me know))
Name: Eira (Eye-rah)
Gender: female
Age: 19
Species: Human (for now)
Occupation: Warrior
Personality: pride, loyal, smart, quite, gentle. The love of wielding swords and fighting hand to hand has been one of Eira's favorite pastimes, horse back riding and reading she does in secret. she is a fierce, loyal, proud and at times is a very shy girl. She has been known to show off her skills with a sword around those who wish to do harm to others or herself. If they are harmless then she will simply ignore them unless they try to talk to her or again harm her. But if htey are her friend she is loyal and won't hurt them. Loyal and proud when she is alone she has a tendency to become snappy and rude when she feels like she is being followed or bothered, she has a sweet and gentle side that she will only show around children or those who get the rare chance to see her soft side, most of the time she is quite and withdrawn. When she is furious she is known to ride off and refuse to come back even if she is begged to. During that time she hunts or reads, other times she will ride through the trees and forest passes sometimes she will use her sword as a javelin and aim the blade at animals she hunts down.
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Physical Description
Appearance / Markings / Body type:
Long hair falls down her lean back in waves of straight ebony strands, bright gold eyes shine from a smooth pale skin under black eyebrows. Her nose straight and small sits above soft full pale lips. Her body is tall and slender giving her advantage over the ground when she runs, long legs and arms gives her a graceful appearance an unusual tattoo in the shape of a dagger appears on her back, the hilt starts at the base of her neck to reach down to the tip of her tail bone. Her fingers are long that ends in long sharp nails, her hands are covered with the white furs of wolves, her feet adorned with the same furs to form boots. Not much muscle covers her body but she has been seen to run as fast as deer and has the strength to pull back the string of a long bow and to wield swords heavier than her usual light sword. Her body covered in the traditional dress of a young woman covers the armor of her choice, the dress drags at the ground while the sleeves split. Her armor is light giving her room to move around, leather straps hold up her armor and when she fighters she becomes shimmering warrior.
Free of blemish her body is smooth and soft from the many baths she had the luxury of taking, she gained her first scar when she had the misfortune of taking on a warrior that was twice her size, the scar cuts across her left shoulder over her collar bone to stop next to her right breast. Bone fashioned into earrings sits in her right earlobe, her armor reveals the scar but her dress hides it.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 103
Scars or Tattoos: she has a tribal tattoo on right arm from her shoulder to the tip of her wrist, the tattoo under her right eye and the scar that stretches from her left shoulder to her right breast
Pic:
her eye color: ______________________________
History: Born in Grohiikfel Eira had been born two warriors blessed with Fenrirs gift which she seeks herself, her parents choice of life had fascinated her to the point that she wished to join them. Taking up the sword she takes part in the way of the warrior and honed her skill to the point she could master the blades, always sticking to herself she doesn't like being around others and it annoys her when someone from the village tries to talk to her. She learned to ride horses when she was five and when she was ten she used her first sword though it was made of wood to kill a deer which had put the animal in great pain. Eira got her first bow when she turned thirteen and has never parted with the long bow since then, she uses the bow every time she could which is often.
Taking part in multiple hunts and fights she isn't surprised that she has become a good warrior, loving what she does she now exceeds in fighting and hates those who hunt the werewolves. Her parents died in a werewolf hunt when she was fifteen by those who claiming to be members of Odins Just and swore that she would gain the blessing in memory of her parents, after four years of being on her own Eira has come to not talking to others and instead worships Fenrir when she has free time, she knows how to survive by herself and enjoys the quite of being alone with no one to bother her.
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Sample RP Post: Wind tugs at strands of black locks making them dance around her face in the wind, blinking softly Eira turns around in the saddle her gold eyes looking for any sign of deer, seeing none she taps her heels on her mares sides urging the beast forward. Rocking in the saddle she feels another cold breeze bite into her furs at her shoulder mantle, grimacing lightly she lifts a hand and rubbed the palm of her gloves over her skin that peeked out from under the mantle. Clicking her tongue she leans forward and her mare pulls out of a trot into a gallop, rocking back and forth she smiles as her horse carries her towards Grohiikfel her hair flies behind her in gentle waves of ebony with the wind clawing at her head. Wetting her lips with her tongue she urges her horse to run more, she leans back the saddle, wind tugging at her hair like claws. Her mares mane whipped back into her face, reaching one of the trails that entered the village she jumped down from her mare the beautiful black horse slowed to a trot and she reached up with her hands to stroke the soft muzzle her fingers tightening around the reigns she now held, glancing around the village she led her mare towards her home. Dropping the straps of leather that held horse to her side she walked into her home her hair swaying behind her gently, stopping she glanced around the makeshift structure and tilted her head sighing she turned and walked out the door and back to her mare. A massive dog stood beside her horse, smiling she walked over to the dog and pet the soft brown fur, leaning into her mares warm side she raised her head and sighed softly.
((if i should add anymore please let me know))
