Post by Alassea Tîwele on Aug 9, 2005 4:02:10 GMT -5
Name: Alassea Tîwele
Date of Birth and/or Age: 18
Appearance: Alassea’s hair is of shadowy russet. Her soft warm delicate hands made for a healers touch. Long thin digits made almost only for the player of a piano. Her soft round pale face, fragile but strong made in the image of her people. Her ears the shape of all her kind, yet still as sensitive as her inner self. Profound, azure eyes endless like the stars in the cool night sky. Her figure full but slender and petite, she stands no more than 5”3. Flesh, as clean as winter’s first snow; smooth as if it had never seen a wind or coarse day.
Family: Tiwele was no mere family name long had it circled the land; but Alassea’s part in this line was far from known born only to be concealed from mother and father. Raised in the mortal world, by the elderly widow who found her, after she had be cast down stream as no more than a recently new babe. Two tokens spoke of her family the chain that hung around her neck and the paper that lay tucked in her rugs. Her ears and eyes spoke of her origin as did her name. Long had Alassea’s family been that one caring elderly woman until she passed beyond the sea’s to the sandy sunlight shores, of eternity.
Personality: From the darkness and despair of being cast a drift as a child, Alassea has grown well. Her eyes shin toward the good in this world. Although raised by a humble mortal she does not deny her ancient heritage. Long has she wished to join those of her race and now she can. Her adventuring spirit has taken wings. Knowledge of her family she will know. Inquisitive and curious, at no means does she know when to stop. No boundary is to far for her. Determined to be known and recognized she will go to the ends of world to have what she wants.
Although an anxious girl and resolute to have what she wants killing isn’t in her nature unless she is struck at first. Those of the dark skin may feel the weight of her sword or the point of her bow, but only from fear will she attack. She has a deep sense of her inner abilities magic running through her blood.
Likes: Life and nature are the many things Alassea loves; she would tame wild beasts, her love for the world goes that far.
Dislikes: Death and sorrow are well known for Alassea but she hates to see them or feel them in the world
History: Set a drift as a child she was taken in by an elderly widow. Raised in the mortal realms; her knowledge of her heritage only known through the mockery and taunts of other children. At the tender age of 16 her soul care giver and protect died leaving her alone in a world she did not know. Many tried to marry her off as there own daughter for her beauty was exquisite. Alassea left the small bayside town and roamed her way around looking and searching for anyone that could help. (this is where her story picks up)
Other information: N/A
Date of Birth and/or Age: 18
Appearance: Alassea’s hair is of shadowy russet. Her soft warm delicate hands made for a healers touch. Long thin digits made almost only for the player of a piano. Her soft round pale face, fragile but strong made in the image of her people. Her ears the shape of all her kind, yet still as sensitive as her inner self. Profound, azure eyes endless like the stars in the cool night sky. Her figure full but slender and petite, she stands no more than 5”3. Flesh, as clean as winter’s first snow; smooth as if it had never seen a wind or coarse day.
Family: Tiwele was no mere family name long had it circled the land; but Alassea’s part in this line was far from known born only to be concealed from mother and father. Raised in the mortal world, by the elderly widow who found her, after she had be cast down stream as no more than a recently new babe. Two tokens spoke of her family the chain that hung around her neck and the paper that lay tucked in her rugs. Her ears and eyes spoke of her origin as did her name. Long had Alassea’s family been that one caring elderly woman until she passed beyond the sea’s to the sandy sunlight shores, of eternity.
Personality: From the darkness and despair of being cast a drift as a child, Alassea has grown well. Her eyes shin toward the good in this world. Although raised by a humble mortal she does not deny her ancient heritage. Long has she wished to join those of her race and now she can. Her adventuring spirit has taken wings. Knowledge of her family she will know. Inquisitive and curious, at no means does she know when to stop. No boundary is to far for her. Determined to be known and recognized she will go to the ends of world to have what she wants.
Although an anxious girl and resolute to have what she wants killing isn’t in her nature unless she is struck at first. Those of the dark skin may feel the weight of her sword or the point of her bow, but only from fear will she attack. She has a deep sense of her inner abilities magic running through her blood.
Likes: Life and nature are the many things Alassea loves; she would tame wild beasts, her love for the world goes that far.
Dislikes: Death and sorrow are well known for Alassea but she hates to see them or feel them in the world
History: Set a drift as a child she was taken in by an elderly widow. Raised in the mortal realms; her knowledge of her heritage only known through the mockery and taunts of other children. At the tender age of 16 her soul care giver and protect died leaving her alone in a world she did not know. Many tried to marry her off as there own daughter for her beauty was exquisite. Alassea left the small bayside town and roamed her way around looking and searching for anyone that could help. (this is where her story picks up)
Other information: N/A
