Post by Cassandra Therandal on Jan 14, 2008 22:58:17 GMT
Dig out your true colors:
What we can call you: Amber
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying for? 4 years
Preferred contact: PM
What we can call you: Amber
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying for? 4 years
Preferred contact: PM
I say, look at those ears:
Full Name: Cassander "Cappie" Therandal
Nicknames: Cappie
Age: 4497
Gender: Female
Type: Original
Race: Elf
Status: Getting Along
Likes: [5+]
+fighting
+flirting
+vegetables
+men
+herself
+singing
Dislikes: [5+]
-drinking
-alcohol
-bugs
-humans
-
Fears: [3+]
=being used
=being alone
=spiders
Hair: Blonde, curly
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 117 lbs
Weight: 5' 3''
Other: Blue ancor tatoo on hip bone.
Picture:
Brief Personality: Lets see... Im sarcastic, easily angered, and even easily amused. I love to sing, but hate to dance. Fighting is my passion, and I love to see blood spilled. Its like my past time. Im a Rogue, so I always go against what others want me to do. I hunt my kind if they wrong me, as well as any other kind.
I can be rude and obnoxious, but thats just on my good days... Some people call me insane for my antics and personality, but I say thats just me. There is a small spot inside of me that hopes that I can meet that right guy one day and then be wisked away and get married, but that wont ever happen. Who wants to marry an Elf whos always pissed off and loves to fight?
Drinkers can stay the hell away from me, as well as the drink. I cant stand people who are like that, because they transform into something they arent...or are, either way leave me be if you're drunk. I can often be seen at a river pool singing while I bathe, and the songs are always lullabies that my mother used to sing before she got murdered....
Brief History: I was born some five thousand years ago. As an Elf, I always had to follow these customs, these rules that Saleria laid down for us all. I hated them. They always meant that I couldn't travel far from the village, that I couldn't learn to fight, that I couldn't do anything!
When I was one hundred years old, my father was killed in a battle against the Fairies. My mother had been captured in our own home trying to get me to safety. I remember my father's last words before he left for battle: "I won't let them get to you. I will not let them hurt you. I will do it myself if I have to." By this he obviously meant that he would sooner kill me than have me taken by the Dwarves. Too bad he never got the chance. I loved that man with all my heart. My dad rocked.
The Dwarves never ended up getting to me, for as my mother died before my eyes I crawled into a knot in a tree. They never found me. When the battle was over, I crawled from the hole and found myself in the midst of a gruop of people all blaming the death of my parents on me. Like I was the one who had caused that!
Leaving the village, I became a resident in the woods. I built a home in a tree and became a Rogue, the one that I am now. Furious that my kind would go against me like that, I went against them. Any that crossed my path never did again, for they died. Yes, I killed them, and I know that sounds bad, but they were traitors! They went against me!
For thousands of years I lived by myself and never had any trouble getting away from those who hunted me. Humans, Dwarves, Fairies, Elves, all the same to me. They all bleed, and they all can die. Living on my own gave me that characteristics I have today. My cunning mind, my skills in fighting, and my hatred of drunks.
Roleplay Sample: Cappie walked slowly through the woods, her sword in hand and a tiger claw on her left hand. The four long blades glinted malciously in the moonlight, and she smiled, her white teeth flashing. The drunk man in front of her had chased down a woman, robbed her, and beat her. He had to pay.
Sneaking along through the bushes, she couldn't help but feel overjoyed in the chase. He stopped walking and turned to look behind him, face anxious. His meaty hands were clamped around the money he had stolen. Cappie slipped behind a tree to hide, and then waited until he left. Stalking him again, she came up behind him and even for a short woman, looked formiddable.
He turned with a yelp and drew a shiv, trying to stab her. Dodging the shiv, she slammed her elbow down onto his wrist, breaking it and making him drop the shiv. He fell to his knees, letting the money drop from his hand. The coins clinked on the ground below.
Cappie's blonde hair flew wildly about her face in the wind that had picked up, making her look insane. Maybe she was.... He begged for mercy, and she raised her tiger claws.
That woman you beat and robbed begged for mercy, but did you give it? No! Dropping them down over his face, he yelped in pain and she bent down to see into his eyes. Shoving her sword into his chest, his breath whooshed out and he keeled over, slidding off the blade. Pulling a rose from her hair, she placed it on his chest and kissed his cheek, her lips leaving a mark. Taking the money, she pocketed it and jumped into the trees.
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