Post by Pershia Myrelan on Aug 18, 2007 22:53:30 GMT -5
Name- Pershia Myrelan
Age- 30
Date of Birth- July 9
Homelands- Kaitel City
Race- Dark Elf
Class- Illusionist
Final- Intensive Moan of Terrible Internal Irritation
[Pershia closes her eyes and opens her mouth. She emits a focused moan that only the individuals of her choice can hear. It is a sound so terrible that it burns the ear drums and causes them to burst into flames which quickly migrate directly to the brain and further to the rest of the body. The outsides of their bodies are unharmed and the victims are burned alive from the inside. She only uses it when she has to, preferring not to take away the life.]
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{weapon information}
She carries no weapon
{Armour Information}
(leather skirt and top)
It isn't much, since she prefers to stay light for quick mobility. It covers her essentials and keeps them comfortable.
[enchantment of comfort: this enchantment merely keeps the armor comfortable to the wearer. It adjusts size and heat level according to need and even though it does not cover the wearer's full body, it keeps them at their desired temperature.]
{Accessory Information}
(Staff of Ambulation)
A long, comfortable walking stick.
[The Staff of Ambulation is a great hiking accessory as well as a tool for the elderly. It enables the casual biped user to distribute their weight into three channels of force so that instead of bearing a full load on only two limbs, the user is granted a third weight distribution option.]
{Physical Description}
Pershia is of average height. Around 5'4. Her long, flowing, black hair reaches the midsection of her back and contrasts fluently with her dark skin. Her feet are well calloused, as she prefers not to weaken them with footwear. She wears the minimum--just enough to cover her femininity, and her smooth skin gleams when the light shines on it from the right angle. Her brown eyes are very detailed and sharp; as are the tips of her ears. Her fingernails are sharpened, yet not ridiculously so; they might be able to draw blood should an opponent's bare flesh be exposed.
{Background}
Pershia Myrelan's mother died giving birth to her, and the father, out of panic, fled the Country. She was raised in an orphanage, but often ridiculed for her pointed ears. She was an outcast. The other children would rather not play with her and feared her. When she came of age, she left the orphanage and tried to make her way in the world. All the while she searched for information about her father...
While visiting her mother's grave, she met an elderly man that turned out to be her grandfather. He took her to his run down apartment where he explained to her what she was. A dark elf. And that her human education would not suffice. He put her on a ship to Twilight Moon Academy, but before he did, he gave her the staff of ambulation--which he told her belonged to her mother and it has her mother's initials engraved in gold on it, which are the same as hers since they both bore the same name.
Age- 30
Date of Birth- July 9
Homelands- Kaitel City
Race- Dark Elf
Class- Illusionist
Final- Intensive Moan of Terrible Internal Irritation
[Pershia closes her eyes and opens her mouth. She emits a focused moan that only the individuals of her choice can hear. It is a sound so terrible that it burns the ear drums and causes them to burst into flames which quickly migrate directly to the brain and further to the rest of the body. The outsides of their bodies are unharmed and the victims are burned alive from the inside. She only uses it when she has to, preferring not to take away the life.]
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{weapon information}
She carries no weapon
{Armour Information}
(leather skirt and top)
It isn't much, since she prefers to stay light for quick mobility. It covers her essentials and keeps them comfortable.
[enchantment of comfort: this enchantment merely keeps the armor comfortable to the wearer. It adjusts size and heat level according to need and even though it does not cover the wearer's full body, it keeps them at their desired temperature.]
{Accessory Information}
(Staff of Ambulation)
A long, comfortable walking stick.
[The Staff of Ambulation is a great hiking accessory as well as a tool for the elderly. It enables the casual biped user to distribute their weight into three channels of force so that instead of bearing a full load on only two limbs, the user is granted a third weight distribution option.]
{Physical Description}
Pershia is of average height. Around 5'4. Her long, flowing, black hair reaches the midsection of her back and contrasts fluently with her dark skin. Her feet are well calloused, as she prefers not to weaken them with footwear. She wears the minimum--just enough to cover her femininity, and her smooth skin gleams when the light shines on it from the right angle. Her brown eyes are very detailed and sharp; as are the tips of her ears. Her fingernails are sharpened, yet not ridiculously so; they might be able to draw blood should an opponent's bare flesh be exposed.
{Background}
Pershia Myrelan's mother died giving birth to her, and the father, out of panic, fled the Country. She was raised in an orphanage, but often ridiculed for her pointed ears. She was an outcast. The other children would rather not play with her and feared her. When she came of age, she left the orphanage and tried to make her way in the world. All the while she searched for information about her father...
While visiting her mother's grave, she met an elderly man that turned out to be her grandfather. He took her to his run down apartment where he explained to her what she was. A dark elf. And that her human education would not suffice. He put her on a ship to Twilight Moon Academy, but before he did, he gave her the staff of ambulation--which he told her belonged to her mother and it has her mother's initials engraved in gold on it, which are the same as hers since they both bore the same name.
