Post by camille on Dec 6, 2008 13:58:50 GMT -5
*Camille*
Origin: French
Meaning: Perfect
Origin: French
Meaning: Perfect
*Name*
Camille Maul
Camille Maul
*Age*
93
93
*Date of Birth*
13th of July 1915
13th of July 1915
*Homelands*
Triggison
Triggison
Close your eyes and dive deep into the forests of Scotland, where the air feels fresh to you cheeks, the fog that hangs on the dew covered grasses has a hint of mysteriousness. In these forests are where Camille's village son resides. Houses sunken in centuries old oak trees, leaves scattered across the forest floor. Wonderful feasts can be heard from miles, and colors in the sky dazzle even the smallest of animals.
*Race*
90% dark elf, 10% angel
90% dark elf, 10% angel
*Classes*
Trickster and ninja
Trickster and ninja
*Final*
Bring forth the cavalry
A powerful attack, normally only able to be used every full moon, why, the possibility of the darkness increases the need for light a color.
The attack begins with a strong gust of wind in the direction the conjuror is standing, with this gust of wind brings a large bundle of leaves to the person's side. The conjuror then creates an X with their arms to then quickly pull away and slam their fists together. The bundle of leaves rushes in the air, and in the light of the full moon begins to resemble a horse. Then by twisting their left fist up a wisp of color, depending on the conjuror's emotions at that point, rises onto the horses back and takes the form of a man, sword in hand.
Once this has occurred the horseman will fight alongside the conjuror until either the conjuror slams their fists together and turn the left fist up and then the right, or have run out of enough energy to keep a mental connection with the horseman.
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*Weapon information*
{Name}
Silver Friend
[Description]
A blade enchanted with the earth of the forest they live in, its blade is silver with Elvin engravings from tip to hilt. The hilt, only wrapped in a brown, worn, leather grip, filled with the dirt of hands from centuries of it being used.
[Enchantments]
The blade can be recreated if broken, by grabbing a handful of dirt from ones homeland, whispering prayers to their beloved Laev and then placing it into the hallow hilt, in seconds a newly created blade exactly like the first will twist and creep it way back to the way it once was.
*Armor Information*
{Name}
Autumn Savior & Cloak of Earth
[Description]
Covered in colors of the forest, green, brown, and white, it buckles tightly around the check on either side of the wearer, the front having a small picture of an autumn leaf. From shoulders to arms is a light brown thin sleeve that ends by wrapping around the person's middle finger.
Although quite bright for someone who is trying to blend in with the earth and the tree, a snowflake, white cloak, reaching to one’s ankles or lower, empowers them with a special magic. Supposedly being sown by the great goddess herself, it consists of unicorn hair and fairy dust. The cloak is clasped at the chin by a silver Elvin leaf, vines creeping around the edge of it.
[Enchantments]
When in grave danger (such as on the edge of death) the autumn leaf with glow in the middle of the chest and unleash a large amount of light, allowing the wear to gain some energy and heal hopefully enough to flee before dying.
The cloak has a unique power to help you be stronger and light on your feet no matter what you might be carrying, not to mention it’s bright colors and fairy dust allows the wearer to turn invisible only when the magical words “Arda Yavie Corm Olvann”, roughly translating to “heart of earth and autumn disappear”.
*Accessory Information*
{Name}
Bright Companion
[Description]
A silver ring that wraps and winds around a set emerald.
[What it Does]
Allows, at night, to give a small green glow for the wearer to be able to find their way.
*Physical Description*
Eyes of the sea, most friends would say, yet other consider them eyes of snow, twinkling and shinning with a blue so light and precious they look like gems to the outside world. Her hair seemed like a mixture of sand and earth, unnatural to her race of people. Although it keeps a dazzling eye hidden, the locks of lush straight hair match her brown skin. In the wind you could see a small feather, as white as Christmas, pass by the girls face. A pair of angle wings, unlike their regular size, rest peacefully on her back between powerful shoulder blades. Her smile seems to enchant rainbows into the heads of watchers not wanting to change their view of the beautiful madden.
Do not mistake her incent face for her body. Her soft skin has been tarnished and scarred, from fights and simple trips and falls. She wears her races armor proudly, when needed, other than that her body is draped in a combination of simple things. A pair of tight skinny jeans, fitting well to her slim legs, some sort of t-shirt, normally consisting of a peace sign or some animal, exhibits her everyday wear. Shoes can vary from nothing to everything, from brightly rainbow colored vans, to her favorite pair of bright red high-top converses. Her family considers it punk, rebellious to the family, maybe, but with that she keeps her head high and just smiles as she walks on by.
Her nature is rebellious, not just her dress. A regular day for her is waking up in the early morning, and then retreating to the trees above. Most of her dark Elvin part has a huge impact on her, but that only little bit of angel makes her just that much different from the rest of her family. She keeps quiet only speaking when necessary and sometimes not even then. Being a good explanation for why she had an absence of friends, she was actually quite a talkative person, just didn’t have anyone else to talk to.
*Background*
Her hand brushed against the bark of the tree as she ascended from her peaceful slumber. The day was new, the friendly sun shine barely peeking through the thick forest. Camille wrapped a pair of light brown gloved hands around her cloak, from there she continued on her daily walk. She did the same walk every day, but to her, every day seemed different. One day she would see a deer drinking from the nearby brook, or a newly made bud off of a group of flowers. After every walk Camille had the urge to spread the effortless wings across her back. They did not create much support when flying long distances, but they were helpful when retiring to her heavenly fort.
Placing two hands on the bark of a large tree, one red high-top foot founds its hold. With a swift flap of her wings she rose five feet up the tree. All four limbs placed firmly on the bark of the tree she gave another flap flew higher, till she reached the steady branches of the tree. Climbing the rest of the way by hand she found her usual spot where the leaves gave a nice shelter from the sun but stopped only a short distance out to allow Camille the great site of the world beyond. Years after years she dreamed of travelling across that land, never stopping, going till she found a place that felt right.
In her village, she was the youngest of everyone, not to mention the only dark elf – angel. It was hard for her, especially since her illusion spells were never as strong as the others. A swift breeze blew her light brown hair over her eyes and she quickly used a black elastic band to gather the thin strands of hair into a messy pony tail, her bang still falling over the ice blue eyes.
Camille wasn’t actually born into the village she lived in; she was born in the city Velsheron. A huge city to the types of people she was where everyone met to talk, trade, etc. People there didn’t care what you looked like just what you did and how you did; her parents were those types of people. Her father, Alcali (Al-ka-lie), a dark elf, was an excellent business man of his kind, he grew magical flowers that could heal the deadliest of wounds, were used to help create love positions, protect from magic, plus many more. One day a beautiful madden came to his store, interested in a beautiful pink flower, the love potion flower.
Alcali only smiled and shook his head. He picked up a flower that looked like it was about to die and handed it to the woman. Trying to be polite she took the flower with an obvious fake smile on her lips. The moment she did the flower grew, changed, and was soon a beautiful purple flower. Gasping and gapping at the change Alcali finally spoke, “It’s a special flower that only blooms when given to a kind caretaker,” his smile grew wide and his dark brown eyes grew deep searching for a look of accepting.
The woman spoke still mesmerized with the flower spoke, “I-it’s beautiful, how much is it?” She couldn’t take her eyes away.
“Well for you I’ll make a special discount,” His lips whispered a request into a small ear. A light shade of pink drew across her cheeks as she nodded her head. From there he left the stand and they walked towards the closest inn, talking as they did.
“My names, Surrellia,” Alcali smile and stroked her cheek.
“Such a beautiful name,” his lips lightly touched her cheek and her face changed into a great smile.
The rest of the night was perfect for the two, finding out Surrellia was an angel made him fall in love with her even more. The night seemed to end too fast, thinking that their only solution was to get married; the next day. His village, hearing of him marrying an angel exiled him from the village, saddened by the loss of his family Alcali and Surrellia ran off together to make their own family.
This is where Camille comes into the picture, unfortunately at the age of two her mother drew terribly ill, her father did as much as she could. Her mother was too weak to even heal herself she die in her sleep the morning Camille turned three. Her father was devastated, sure he would never live again he tried to find some place to let Camille grow up with a mother, school, a nanny, nothing and money was growing slim.
Finally knowing there was nothing left to do, he asked his brother if he could take him in. The brother, already juggling six kids, gave in with a struggle and Camille was sent off to her uncle in the forest at the age of five.
Camille’s eyes teared slightly remembering the new of her father’s death. Only a few months after, Alcali thought he had enough money to be able to bring Camille home, but as he traveled to his brother village he was attacked. Surrounded by land pirates Alcali did his best to run, tried to get as close to the forest as possible. The pirates were too fast for him, in his last dying hours as he lay bleeding on the ground his hands and voice created a beautiful dove, attaching a letter too it the colorful dove flew towards the forest, Alcali died soon after.
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“Camille!” Her head turned towards the ground to see and old man standing at the base of the tree. “Come Down We’re Going To The Market,” barely giving a second thought Camille jumped from the top of the tree, using her small wings to help slow her down to let her feet gentle touch the forest floor. Not replying to the man she headed in the direction of the market, Camille felt as if in that market, she was whole.
*Pictures*
~Pineapple
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