Post by tess on Oct 12, 2008 14:28:58 GMT -6
Name:Tess Kamaria TaravaChine
Race:River Elf/Pureblood Vampire
Height:5'10"
Weight:Thin/Average--Unknown
Sex:Female
Age:Around seventeen
Occupation:Thievery when she has to/none
History:
Tress searched the small yet trustworthy shop. She looked up and down the rows of weapons, food, clothing, and other supplies again and again. Her mother had sent her to get some bread to add to their dinner that day, but she couldn't seem to find it. She had looked over and over again, but it just seemed to be invisible to her eyes. Tress turned her pale face to call the shopkeeper over to help her look, when a scent revealed itself to her. It was a strange scent she could not decipher at first, but it soon became apparent to her that it was the scent of food cooking. "I had better hurry up, Mum has started dinner already," Tress thought to herself. She called the shopkeeper over and they soon found the right kind of bread needed in the recipe. Tress handed the small dwarf the money, and took the bread.
Running... running toward her village. It wasn't far, but it would take some time to get there. The wind was going the same direction as her, pushing her onward. The wind was Tress's best friend. She could talk to it, and play with it when no one else was there to comfort her. Every time she ran against the wind, something nice happened to her. That is how she met her friends Narina and Chanarae, as well as many other high fortune coincidences. Now, the wind was pushing her onward. Tress could only imagine what marvels she would encounter as she ran on through the unpaved forest.
All around her, wildlife sang a rhythmic song as she raced on, her light footsteps barely making a sound even on the brittle leaves that had fallen as Autumn was upon her region of the Kingdom. Tree by tree she ran faster and faster. Tress is an excellent runner you see, running at unimaginable speeds, faster than even some faeries can fly! Her long hair bounced, almost touching her ankles. Tress felt this as unusual, since when she ran into the wind, it whipped behind her so she looked like a falling star, with a beautiful streak of white trailing behind her until she reached her destination.
The scent grew stronger, and there was something about it that worried Tress, but she put the mysterious thought into the back of her mind. She merely had to get home!. Over the hill and out of the forest she emerged. Almost there. She raced as fast as she could, her legs flying, barely visible to the human eye. This was what Tress loved. She felt so alive, like her soul could just fly away and soar through the stars without a worry for all eternity. Flying down the hill and into the valley she soared. She kept her speed even as she ran up the steep hill just before her village. Up and up she ran, trying to beat the wind which had begun to blow faster and faster as she ran faster. A race, a game, Tress thought of it. She would win, she knew it.
To the top of the hill she ran, but a sight caused her legs to go numb. They stopped themselves too suddenly, making her astonished body to trip. She tumbled down the huge hill, feeling no pain, but trying to understand the image she saw at the top of the hill. By the time she reached the bottom and stopped rolling, her eyes were shut so tight, it felt as if they would never reopen. Tress lay there, motionless, with her eyes shut for a time unknown, until she gathered up the courage to get up and see what she feared.
Her village was gone. All that was left was charred stakes, a few remains of half burned buildings, and a lot of smoke. She stood in utter disbelief for some time, until she came to her senses and rushed over to search for her mother. She raced into what was once her house. Nothing was there but charred remains of some furniture, and part of the roof that had fallen. Tress searched the whole village, but there was nothing... and no one. The whole village was deserted, except for a few horrific lifeless bodies of people she once knew.
Tress sank to her knees. This couldn't happen! How? Why? Everything she ever knew or loved was gone, other then the wind. Her only companion now, was nothing! Wind is but moving air, it cant help her now. Tears fogged her eyes until she was forced to shut them out of discomfort. They rolled down her cheeks, and fell to the ashy dirt. Thoughts raced in her mind, but there were too many to understand. She was but a mere 12 year old girl! What would become of her? She had nothing, no one, not a thing in the world other then the bread in her pouch and the clothes on her back. So she sat there, with the salty taste of bitter tears, waiting for what she knew would never return.
After what seemed like hours, just sitting, she cleared her mind and stood. She felt so heavy, like it took all her strength to simply stand, yet she ran. Her legs feeling glued to the floor with every step, she ran. She ran straight against the wind, faster and faster, hair whipping behind her like the tail of a star. Tress ran, not knowing where she was going, what she would find there, or if she would ever return. She had made up her mind to always and forever more run against the wind, her one friend she could always trust. She didn't know how she would survive on her own, but the one thing she could do is try.
And so she ran.
Now Tress is a 17 year old girl, always traveling where the wind tells her to, never staying in one place for long, so she must survive with thievery, yet taking only the necessities. A plain faced girl, who has never shown any sign of emotion since the incident she lost everything. Her long hair and eyes seem to slightly change color though, to show what she is thinking, though only those who know her well would be able to tell the difference, and no one knows her well, so it is close to impossible. She is only ever seen by her lonesome self, and feels deathly uncomfortable in large crowds. If it is an extreme, she may lash out, harming some in the crowd, yet her face will still show no expression. She is kind in the heart and deeply yearns to love someone, and to have a family, but will never show it, because all she has known is to follow the wind alone, or face deep consequences.
[[Lame, yes. Lies, no. d:]]
Race:River Elf/Pureblood Vampire
Height:5'10"
Weight:Thin/Average--Unknown
Sex:Female
Age:Around seventeen
Occupation:Thievery when she has to/none
History:
Tress searched the small yet trustworthy shop. She looked up and down the rows of weapons, food, clothing, and other supplies again and again. Her mother had sent her to get some bread to add to their dinner that day, but she couldn't seem to find it. She had looked over and over again, but it just seemed to be invisible to her eyes. Tress turned her pale face to call the shopkeeper over to help her look, when a scent revealed itself to her. It was a strange scent she could not decipher at first, but it soon became apparent to her that it was the scent of food cooking. "I had better hurry up, Mum has started dinner already," Tress thought to herself. She called the shopkeeper over and they soon found the right kind of bread needed in the recipe. Tress handed the small dwarf the money, and took the bread.
Running... running toward her village. It wasn't far, but it would take some time to get there. The wind was going the same direction as her, pushing her onward. The wind was Tress's best friend. She could talk to it, and play with it when no one else was there to comfort her. Every time she ran against the wind, something nice happened to her. That is how she met her friends Narina and Chanarae, as well as many other high fortune coincidences. Now, the wind was pushing her onward. Tress could only imagine what marvels she would encounter as she ran on through the unpaved forest.
All around her, wildlife sang a rhythmic song as she raced on, her light footsteps barely making a sound even on the brittle leaves that had fallen as Autumn was upon her region of the Kingdom. Tree by tree she ran faster and faster. Tress is an excellent runner you see, running at unimaginable speeds, faster than even some faeries can fly! Her long hair bounced, almost touching her ankles. Tress felt this as unusual, since when she ran into the wind, it whipped behind her so she looked like a falling star, with a beautiful streak of white trailing behind her until she reached her destination.
The scent grew stronger, and there was something about it that worried Tress, but she put the mysterious thought into the back of her mind. She merely had to get home!. Over the hill and out of the forest she emerged. Almost there. She raced as fast as she could, her legs flying, barely visible to the human eye. This was what Tress loved. She felt so alive, like her soul could just fly away and soar through the stars without a worry for all eternity. Flying down the hill and into the valley she soared. She kept her speed even as she ran up the steep hill just before her village. Up and up she ran, trying to beat the wind which had begun to blow faster and faster as she ran faster. A race, a game, Tress thought of it. She would win, she knew it.
To the top of the hill she ran, but a sight caused her legs to go numb. They stopped themselves too suddenly, making her astonished body to trip. She tumbled down the huge hill, feeling no pain, but trying to understand the image she saw at the top of the hill. By the time she reached the bottom and stopped rolling, her eyes were shut so tight, it felt as if they would never reopen. Tress lay there, motionless, with her eyes shut for a time unknown, until she gathered up the courage to get up and see what she feared.
Her village was gone. All that was left was charred stakes, a few remains of half burned buildings, and a lot of smoke. She stood in utter disbelief for some time, until she came to her senses and rushed over to search for her mother. She raced into what was once her house. Nothing was there but charred remains of some furniture, and part of the roof that had fallen. Tress searched the whole village, but there was nothing... and no one. The whole village was deserted, except for a few horrific lifeless bodies of people she once knew.
Tress sank to her knees. This couldn't happen! How? Why? Everything she ever knew or loved was gone, other then the wind. Her only companion now, was nothing! Wind is but moving air, it cant help her now. Tears fogged her eyes until she was forced to shut them out of discomfort. They rolled down her cheeks, and fell to the ashy dirt. Thoughts raced in her mind, but there were too many to understand. She was but a mere 12 year old girl! What would become of her? She had nothing, no one, not a thing in the world other then the bread in her pouch and the clothes on her back. So she sat there, with the salty taste of bitter tears, waiting for what she knew would never return.
After what seemed like hours, just sitting, she cleared her mind and stood. She felt so heavy, like it took all her strength to simply stand, yet she ran. Her legs feeling glued to the floor with every step, she ran. She ran straight against the wind, faster and faster, hair whipping behind her like the tail of a star. Tress ran, not knowing where she was going, what she would find there, or if she would ever return. She had made up her mind to always and forever more run against the wind, her one friend she could always trust. She didn't know how she would survive on her own, but the one thing she could do is try.
And so she ran.
Now Tress is a 17 year old girl, always traveling where the wind tells her to, never staying in one place for long, so she must survive with thievery, yet taking only the necessities. A plain faced girl, who has never shown any sign of emotion since the incident she lost everything. Her long hair and eyes seem to slightly change color though, to show what she is thinking, though only those who know her well would be able to tell the difference, and no one knows her well, so it is close to impossible. She is only ever seen by her lonesome self, and feels deathly uncomfortable in large crowds. If it is an extreme, she may lash out, harming some in the crowd, yet her face will still show no expression. She is kind in the heart and deeply yearns to love someone, and to have a family, but will never show it, because all she has known is to follow the wind alone, or face deep consequences.
[[Lame, yes. Lies, no. d:]]
