Post by Amarth Leithian on Mar 12, 2007 15:13:25 GMT -5
Name: Amarth mí'Leithian.
Age: Amarth is in the Twenty-second year of her second cycle of life, about 200 years old.
Race: Kreeshone.
Gender: Female.
Allegiance: Varden.
Birthplace: Just outside of Rajukzot, Kreeshone.
Hometown: The new city of Cenaka.
Du Edoc'sil: No.
Hair: Black with a strip of white that she leaves out whenever she ties back her hair.
Eyes: Dark violet and grow lighter closer to the pupil giving an illusion of infinite depth-- still very dark. The mirrors to her soul-- something she is very good at guarding.
Skin: Pale ivory no matter how much time she spends in the sun. She has a few freckles on her face and arms.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 139 lbs.
Description: Amarth emits an aura of passion, beauty, love, and strength. Her build is strong and lean, the ever-graceful body of a dancer.
Her wings are are the darkest black and spread out, Amarth's wingspan is 18 feet. Amarth's dark violet eyes are framed by black eyelashes and eyebrows. Her nose is small but proportionate, her cheekbones are prominent, and her lush lips are always turned up slightly in a knowing smirk.
Amarth is always barefoot. Most of her hair is long and bound back at the nape of her neck, and what is left out is choppy-cut hair that frames her face, hanging in her eyes most of the time, giving her eyes a most mysterious look.
Amarth loves the feel of silk and so chooses to wear silk shirts, normally black or white embroidered with intricate designs of a different color. Her pants are softly tanned and form fitting, but not too tight. Of course, she wears different clothes when she dances: revealing, but not too much so, and flowing.
When she walks, it looks as if she's about to lift off the ground and is always graceful. Her body, when dancing, is as fluid as water and as mezmerizing as a snake-charmer.
Amarth is rather quiet. She's not withdrawn, she loves people. She speaks her mind when she has something to say, but is just as interested in listening. More than anything, she loves dancing and loves to share her passion with others.
When she's angry, Amarth tries her hardest to keep in the anger, and if that doesn't happen, she shoots up into the skies and flies until she's not angry anymore. Her anger had been kept at bay by the hurt she felt when her parents died, but now the only thing that keeps her calm is dance. If there's ever a day when she doesn't dance, Amarth is tense and almost paranoid, having no way to focus her mind or her soul.
Weapon: Amarth chooses to carry a thin, but infinitely strong, sword at her hip. The hilt has a blood-red ruby in it. She also has twin swords of the sharpest kind, made purely of silver, but they are only used for dances.
Magical Experience: Amarth is good at guarding her mind, though still has much to learn. Other than that, she is learning how to integrate dancing in with magic. Her whole life is devoted to the study of dance and since the discovery of magic, she's wondered if there is a way to put the two together.
Languages: Fluently speaks Kreeshonian and Ancient and speaks broken Common.
Literacy: Reads and writes in Kreeshonian and some Ancient.
Occupation: Dancer.
History: Amarth mí'Leithian was born to two dancers and grew up learning the magic of it. When the plague came to their lands, Amarth was sent to the capital city to with the most elite guild and get away from the spreading disease. Her parents had died, but she lived on.
When the Riders came years later, Amarth was more than willing to follow Serth to the new lands and leave the memory of her parents behind her.
Amarth dances in the market every day, but loves most when she dances for Serth. She knows she is a wonderful dancer and only wishes she could become better.
Many days, she missed her parents and had a hard time focusing on the dance that she'd loved so much. She would dance for the past and for death and for calm. She danced to escape the pain of existing and hide in dances that were about feeling nothing but darkness blanketing her and her soul.
On her Fifteenth year of her second cycle, Amarth performed her first Dance of Fate with her mother's sacred knives and saw things that could have been; she ended up slicing her neck with the knife, coming close to death, and being absolutely ashamed of herself for a few years, fearing to dance again. When her soul became restless and tense without dance, Amarth knew she had no choice but to follow her passion. Now, the long scar shines pearly-white on her already pale skin, a reminder of mistakes made.
Deciding she was not ready for such dances, she put away her Fate Knives and dances for love, life, and joy. She dances to please others, and to bring peace to herself.
Introduction:
Waking at dawn, Amarth looked out of the window of her small, comfortable home. She went through morning exercises to release the dreams that tore through her mind; she saw the death of the Kreeshone people, she saw her falling from the sky, she saw every possible terror her mind could think of formed into terrilly vivid nightmares in her mind. She shook out her wings and put on a white shirt embroidered elegantly with red and a skirt that was rather short and flowing, perfect for performing her dances.
As the market began to awaken, Amarth's bear feat marked a gentle cadence and she made her way to the palace, where she always placed her blankets out to dance. Perhaps today I'll catch the eye of Serth. I do adore dancing for him... He would make a wonderful dancer, Amarth thought as she stretched, snapping her wings all the way out and bringing her hands above her head. Her head looked up at the perfectly blue sky and she closed her eyes, envisioning the Kreeshonian signs for "morning" and "thankfulness."
This morning, she danced for the dawn. She danced for a new day to be alive. She danced for joy and she danced for her people. She danced for life.
Age: Amarth is in the Twenty-second year of her second cycle of life, about 200 years old.
Race: Kreeshone.
Gender: Female.
Allegiance: Varden.
Birthplace: Just outside of Rajukzot, Kreeshone.
Hometown: The new city of Cenaka.
Du Edoc'sil: No.
Hair: Black with a strip of white that she leaves out whenever she ties back her hair.
Eyes: Dark violet and grow lighter closer to the pupil giving an illusion of infinite depth-- still very dark. The mirrors to her soul-- something she is very good at guarding.
Skin: Pale ivory no matter how much time she spends in the sun. She has a few freckles on her face and arms.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 139 lbs.
Description: Amarth emits an aura of passion, beauty, love, and strength. Her build is strong and lean, the ever-graceful body of a dancer.
Her wings are are the darkest black and spread out, Amarth's wingspan is 18 feet. Amarth's dark violet eyes are framed by black eyelashes and eyebrows. Her nose is small but proportionate, her cheekbones are prominent, and her lush lips are always turned up slightly in a knowing smirk.
Amarth is always barefoot. Most of her hair is long and bound back at the nape of her neck, and what is left out is choppy-cut hair that frames her face, hanging in her eyes most of the time, giving her eyes a most mysterious look.
Amarth loves the feel of silk and so chooses to wear silk shirts, normally black or white embroidered with intricate designs of a different color. Her pants are softly tanned and form fitting, but not too tight. Of course, she wears different clothes when she dances: revealing, but not too much so, and flowing.
When she walks, it looks as if she's about to lift off the ground and is always graceful. Her body, when dancing, is as fluid as water and as mezmerizing as a snake-charmer.
Amarth is rather quiet. She's not withdrawn, she loves people. She speaks her mind when she has something to say, but is just as interested in listening. More than anything, she loves dancing and loves to share her passion with others.
When she's angry, Amarth tries her hardest to keep in the anger, and if that doesn't happen, she shoots up into the skies and flies until she's not angry anymore. Her anger had been kept at bay by the hurt she felt when her parents died, but now the only thing that keeps her calm is dance. If there's ever a day when she doesn't dance, Amarth is tense and almost paranoid, having no way to focus her mind or her soul.
Weapon: Amarth chooses to carry a thin, but infinitely strong, sword at her hip. The hilt has a blood-red ruby in it. She also has twin swords of the sharpest kind, made purely of silver, but they are only used for dances.
Magical Experience: Amarth is good at guarding her mind, though still has much to learn. Other than that, she is learning how to integrate dancing in with magic. Her whole life is devoted to the study of dance and since the discovery of magic, she's wondered if there is a way to put the two together.
Languages: Fluently speaks Kreeshonian and Ancient and speaks broken Common.
Literacy: Reads and writes in Kreeshonian and some Ancient.
Occupation: Dancer.
History: Amarth mí'Leithian was born to two dancers and grew up learning the magic of it. When the plague came to their lands, Amarth was sent to the capital city to with the most elite guild and get away from the spreading disease. Her parents had died, but she lived on.
When the Riders came years later, Amarth was more than willing to follow Serth to the new lands and leave the memory of her parents behind her.
Amarth dances in the market every day, but loves most when she dances for Serth. She knows she is a wonderful dancer and only wishes she could become better.
Many days, she missed her parents and had a hard time focusing on the dance that she'd loved so much. She would dance for the past and for death and for calm. She danced to escape the pain of existing and hide in dances that were about feeling nothing but darkness blanketing her and her soul.
On her Fifteenth year of her second cycle, Amarth performed her first Dance of Fate with her mother's sacred knives and saw things that could have been; she ended up slicing her neck with the knife, coming close to death, and being absolutely ashamed of herself for a few years, fearing to dance again. When her soul became restless and tense without dance, Amarth knew she had no choice but to follow her passion. Now, the long scar shines pearly-white on her already pale skin, a reminder of mistakes made.
Deciding she was not ready for such dances, she put away her Fate Knives and dances for love, life, and joy. She dances to please others, and to bring peace to herself.
Introduction:
Waking at dawn, Amarth looked out of the window of her small, comfortable home. She went through morning exercises to release the dreams that tore through her mind; she saw the death of the Kreeshone people, she saw her falling from the sky, she saw every possible terror her mind could think of formed into terrilly vivid nightmares in her mind. She shook out her wings and put on a white shirt embroidered elegantly with red and a skirt that was rather short and flowing, perfect for performing her dances.
As the market began to awaken, Amarth's bear feat marked a gentle cadence and she made her way to the palace, where she always placed her blankets out to dance. Perhaps today I'll catch the eye of Serth. I do adore dancing for him... He would make a wonderful dancer, Amarth thought as she stretched, snapping her wings all the way out and bringing her hands above her head. Her head looked up at the perfectly blue sky and she closed her eyes, envisioning the Kreeshonian signs for "morning" and "thankfulness."
This morning, she danced for the dawn. She danced for a new day to be alive. She danced for joy and she danced for her people. She danced for life.
