Post by Arla on Mar 2, 2008 16:03:51 GMT
Dig out your true colors:
What we can call you: Arla
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying for? 2 years
Preferred contact: PM
What we can call you: Arla
Age: 16
How long have you been Roleplaying for? 2 years
Preferred contact: PM
I say, look at those ears:
Full Name: Arla
Nicknames: Lala, Bubbles
Age: 309
Gender: Female
Type: Cannon
Race: Faerie
Status: Princess
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Likes:
Water
Seashells
Mornings
Boys
Fish
Hiding Things
Exploring Everything
Causing Trouble
Coral Jewelery
Sunlight
Dislikes:
Cold Weather
Spiders
Fire
Fights
Bats
Foul Smells
Being Kept Inside
Fears:
Violence
Fire
Spiders
Enclosed Spaces
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Hair: Sunkissed Brunette
Eyes: Blue
Height: It changes, like all faeries she can be human sized or a petite little fae.
Weight: It changes with her height, and a lady never discusses that anyway.
Picture:
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Brief Personality: Arla is bubbly and loud. She's clumsy, curious, spontaneous and uncontrollable. She's definately a princess sometimes whereas others she may as well be a muddy peasant. She's mischievous and adventuresome. She rides fish for fun and other times lures helpless men into embarassing indiscretions.
How she would love to be all fun and games all the time, that sadly can't be the case. She's next in line for the throne and is both dreading and loving that fact. For now though she will settle for being the untamable, unpredictable, effervescent force of nature she always has been. Until that day comes where it will finally be time to heed her mother. To put away childish things. To ascend the throne.
Brief History: Born in the faeries forest on the banks of a salty sea river, drawn in from the ocean. Born before an audience of mermaids come in from the sea, Princess Arla. The eldest daughter of the current faerie queen. Born to be a heartbreaker, a wild child, and a daughter of the currents which are as unpredictable as she is.
From a young age Arla was a handful. Not just for those residents of the wood whose lives she immediately took to disrupting, but even to the other faeries. She always wanted to go here, do this, play with that. Such decorum is inappropriate for a princess, even a faerie princess. Until her 150th birthday she was told she could no longer leave the grounds of the court, and spent most of her time between the sea river palace and the dome.
Her mother nicknamed her bubbles for her constant flitting about brooks and puddles. When the time came that she could finally leave the palace unescorted, she didn't return for three days. Assuming average human size, she played amongst the elves for those days. Leaving a jumbled mess and an upset elven male or two in her wake. Ever since it's been that she does what she wants when she wants.
However, recently her mother has been talking to her more about duty. Yes it is the birthrite of her people to be carefree and mischievous. But amongst their own society, there must be some order. The order provided by nobles, by the queen. Arla is to ascend the throne when her mother is no longer able to possess it, but she's far more content flitting about from day to day doing as she pleases. She now roams the entire wood on her own on a daily basis, returning to the palace whenever and if ever she pleases. She's determined to experience more and to just be free.
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Roleplay Sample: "Oh pretty lady don't toy with me!" A drunken patron of the local bar in Ryhn lunged at Arla playfully. She'd assumed a human size and had decided to try her hand at toying with dimwitted mortal men. He crashed to the ground when she stepped out of his way.
"Oh, as if you could sir!" Arla taunted the fallen man with an effervescent giggle. She tiptoed energetically on top of a chair and laughed at him once again as he sturggled to stand in his drunken stupor. "Geez, you guys are way too much fun!" She laughed aloud to the entire bar. She was met with cheers from the patrons.
"Honestly I just can't take it." Arla giggled and pushed the drunken man down once he'd finally managed to stand. "But you know, I've grown tired for tonight. Maybe you'll come visit me..." She began, the bar quited as she did, awaiting her next words. "In the woods." She whispered with a wicked grin. With a bubbling giggle she lifted her arms and with a bright flash she was gone.
At that same instant every ounce of liquid in the bar blasted upwards from its vessel. From glasses, goblets, bottles, or barrels, and everyone was soaked and confused as her laughter drifted slowly out of earshot. 'Oh that was too good. I'll have to go back sometime.' Arla thought to herself as she made her way back to the woods, on her way to her next escapade...
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