Post by Bringer of Storms on Aug 10, 2005 18:58:52 GMT -5
Name: Liane Sol
Gender: Femal
Age: 19
Class: Shameness
Description: 5'4" tall, slender, with pale skin and gold eyes, and jet black hair with dark red overtones that falls to her knees. Wears a black hooded robe, trimmed in red and gold, over a black leather catsuit, and soft, black, leather boots. Carries a staff inscribed with mystic runes, wolves, and eagles all along it.
Personality: Quiet, distrustful of all but a few people, with a great love of animals that is returned.
History: Liane is the illegitamate daughter of an obscure king and his lover from his youth. When her mother learned she was pregnant, she pushed for marriage and was informed that he would be marrying a foreign princess. Faced with rejection, the mother fled without telling him of his child. The mother's mind snapped and so Liane was raised for the first seven years by a vengeful psycho, who instilled in her a desire for revenge against a father who had denied her. At the age of 8, she finally fled to be taken in by a druid who lived in solitude with the animals of the forest as his friends. Her power grew at an alarming rate. When she was 16, the man she had learned to love as a father died and his arch enemy, a twisted, warped and very powerful Druid came after her, trying to lure her to his side. As a bribe, he gave her a unique and strong staff that can heal on one side and use dark magic with the other that she now carries. However, he frigthened her and she again fled, taking the staff with her and leaving the Druid vowing to own her.
Audition: Liane sat beside a lake and looked at herself in the water's reflection. Her eyes were bleak, her skin a paler shade than normal, and her mouth twisted in a frown. Beside her, a large black wolf lounged, his eyes, a dark gold that matched his mistress's, resting on her. In the tree just a few feet from her perched an black eagle that was larger than any other raptor and also had similar golden eyes. The shameness gave a deep sigh.
"He won't give up. He'll keep looking for me until he finds me and I am not strong enough to withstand him. When he finds me, I will be helpless."
She lashed out at the still water, sending out ripples that distorted her reflection
"I will not go with him! I cannot! I have to fufill my vow."
Her eyes flared and the gold color darkened with her sudden rage.
"He wil die at my hand."
Gender: Femal
Age: 19
Class: Shameness
Description: 5'4" tall, slender, with pale skin and gold eyes, and jet black hair with dark red overtones that falls to her knees. Wears a black hooded robe, trimmed in red and gold, over a black leather catsuit, and soft, black, leather boots. Carries a staff inscribed with mystic runes, wolves, and eagles all along it.
Personality: Quiet, distrustful of all but a few people, with a great love of animals that is returned.
History: Liane is the illegitamate daughter of an obscure king and his lover from his youth. When her mother learned she was pregnant, she pushed for marriage and was informed that he would be marrying a foreign princess. Faced with rejection, the mother fled without telling him of his child. The mother's mind snapped and so Liane was raised for the first seven years by a vengeful psycho, who instilled in her a desire for revenge against a father who had denied her. At the age of 8, she finally fled to be taken in by a druid who lived in solitude with the animals of the forest as his friends. Her power grew at an alarming rate. When she was 16, the man she had learned to love as a father died and his arch enemy, a twisted, warped and very powerful Druid came after her, trying to lure her to his side. As a bribe, he gave her a unique and strong staff that can heal on one side and use dark magic with the other that she now carries. However, he frigthened her and she again fled, taking the staff with her and leaving the Druid vowing to own her.
Audition: Liane sat beside a lake and looked at herself in the water's reflection. Her eyes were bleak, her skin a paler shade than normal, and her mouth twisted in a frown. Beside her, a large black wolf lounged, his eyes, a dark gold that matched his mistress's, resting on her. In the tree just a few feet from her perched an black eagle that was larger than any other raptor and also had similar golden eyes. The shameness gave a deep sigh.
"He won't give up. He'll keep looking for me until he finds me and I am not strong enough to withstand him. When he finds me, I will be helpless."
She lashed out at the still water, sending out ripples that distorted her reflection
"I will not go with him! I cannot! I have to fufill my vow."
Her eyes flared and the gold color darkened with her sudden rage.
"He wil die at my hand."
