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Post by Helena Saleria. on Jan 6, 2008 3:01:00 GMT
Dig out your true colors:
What we can call you: Mil.
Age: 18.
How long have you been Roleplaying for? 4 months.
Preferred contact: For help;; PM... for those that have it;; MSN.
I say, look at those ears:
Full Name: Helena Saleria.
Nicknames: Hell.
Age: One Thousand Five Hundred and Ninety Three.
Gender: Female I suppose.
Type: Cannon all the way.
Race: Elf, pointy ears and all.
Status: Royalty, one that does not know her obligations properly.
Likes: [5+]
+ Stars.
+ Arrows.
+ Hitting targets.
+ Bread.
+ Rum.
+ Speaking her mind.
+ Night Elf Mohawk.
+ Being able to sneak up on people.
Dislikes: [5+]
- Actors.
- Being corrected.
- Being told off.
- Fatherly figures.
- Motherly figures.
- Flowers
Fears: [3+]
= Water.
= Death.
= Dwarves.
Hair: long dark Brown
Eyes: Steely Gray
Height: Six Foot
Weight: underweight
Other: Various battle scars, the most noticeable one is on her chest.
Picture: 
Brief Personality:
"I suppose that you could of course sum me up in two words. Those two words being: Sarcastically Indifferent. But then that kind of defeats the whole object of writing out a brief personality really, so I'll merely shrug my shoulders and get on with it. So, asides from the fact that I am sarcastically indifferent there is alot more to me, I have picked up many emotions along my travels throughout all the lands that I have visited, although it has to be said that I do not like most of them. Take love for instance, it is such a folly emotion I have had my heart broken several times but then exacted just revenge and set a course of action.
Ah, yes. As you can probably tell I am slightly on the strange side, but do not fear I do not exact revenge unless I deem it absolutely necessary. I never shout, I like the wind to carry my voice forthways and such like. Yes I'm rude, yes I'm unkind, but I will rarely lash out at anyone that did nothing to me... except maybe an annoying pest or two.. *coughs* anywho... I can be quiet and I do like a bit of rum now and again, but I drink of my own accord and am rarely drunk...sorta. Wait. You wanted brief personality right? Well. To me this is brief to shut up and listen some more, there is more to me than meets the average eye.
Do not correct me. It just is not worth your time and you will surely find yourself face down in a puddle of some kind of muddy substance. I do not take kindly to people who correct me, it goes against everything that I am and everything that I believe in. I am mysterious and have often been told that I speak a load of shit. I am the kind of woman that you do not want to cross paths with on a cold dark night, I am the woman that will be the last thing you see before you stumble "accidentally" down those concrete stairs and I am the woman that can disappear before your very eyes into the shadows. I am like a shadow, I linger around unwanted and I feed off of your train of thoughts.
Me? I am dishonest and a dishonest woman you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly! It is the honest ones that you have to look out for.
Expect the unexpected for you will get nothing less."
Brief History:
Helena was born to the Saleria royal family undershadowed by destruction. She had a twin sister who they named Keaira. For two years the family tried to live in as much peace as possible until a young Keaira suddenly disappeared and everything changed. Suddenly Helena had everything thrown upon her, she was to become the High Priestess and was told many a times that she was the very last living Elf of the Saleria Kin. She was too young to understand and began to develop a rather destructive personality. She was given the nickname of "Hell" and too this day it is still used.
Helena grew up to be a rather concerning young elf, always wandering off deeper into the forest at night and coming back with minor injuries early on in the morning as though nothing had happened to her at all. At first everyone ignored it until one day she came stumbling back upto the castle with an arrow in her chest. That was the day she realised that she had a fear of Dwarves, soon they began to question her but in the end she would not tell and the let off. Helena was then given directions that she had to follow out, she had been announced as the High Priestess.
Helena took this seriously and at time she still wanders through the forest in search of Angel, although something makes her forget what she is looking for and always ends up getting into some sort of fight. One day she was wandering and then found herself locked in a deadly battle with Vyran Tidale, something made them stop and Helena found herself drawn to him, she was curious about him and wanted to know more, but she was pulled away by a familiar sounding voice, one that she had not heard in over one thousand five hundred and ninety years, when she went to investigate she found nothing and wandered back upto the castle in a sort of daze, where she spent the remainder of her week locked up in her room with no light whatsoever.
Helena still wanders around the forest to this day.
Roleplay Sample:
Helena stood atop the roof of the rocky cave and looked out over the silver lake with a frown on her face and a small sigh forming on her pinked lips. She had always been afraid of water yet she had no iidea why. Her long black cloak billowed out behind her in the light summer's breeze, she had her golden bow and arrows on her bag, a couple of knives in her boots and her hair was tied back into a tight braid that almost reached her waist. Helena had her eyes closed and had allowed her mind to wander to her past. Images flashed before her mind and she rocked lightly on the balls of her feet, almost as though she were in tune with the breeze.
A sudden movement behind her made her snap her head up and look around, eyes flickered open as she nodded to the boy infront of her who then began a short sypnosis of certain events that had just occured, with another nod of her head Helena jumped down from her position and ran through the forest quickly towards Saleria castle, the lad's sypnosis seemed important and it was Helena's duty as High Priestess to see to those kinds of things. She ran quickly and didn't waver her pace, soon she reached Saleria Castle and entered through the golden doors which had been opened by two Elves for her. She nodded her appreciation to them and walked briskly to the Hallways.
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