Post by Mellira/Ilyra on Mar 20, 2006 23:31:14 GMT -5
Name Ilyra Pasqual, called Ilyra Silverblade
Race Apperantly human
gender Female
Age appears in late teens or early twenties, exact age unknown
Physical Discription
She appeared delicate. A petite body, slim but muscular. About 5'2, her frame was small. Her breasts were large enough to be sexy, but not enough to be cumbersome. Her waist was slender, her hips a normal with. But, despite her tiny build, she was strong. She could heft a man twice her size. Her eyes were wide, an intellegent hazel. She held a steady, even gaze. Her nose was slender, her lips full. Her skin was icy white, almost translucent.
She wore tiny gold baubles in her ears, a single stud, the mark of slavery. Her back was a myriad of scars, criss-crossed by a whip lash. A henna tatoo marked her shoulder, slowly fading, and intricate patterns danced over her hands.
Gear
She wore comfortable clothing, blue jeans and a t-shirt. A trench coat, with the collar turned up, and bright converse sneakers completed the outfit. Ear buds connected to an MP3 player sat at her belt. She wore a large backpack with a change of clothes, a few cosmetics. A laptop, impratical perhaps, but useful, and a cell phone filled padded pockets. Extra batteries, a wallet, a libray card, and a pocket knife raddled around in pockets. She carried a set of silver blades somewhere on her person, but not someplace noticable. A hilt might show at the base of the spine, or if her skirt got kilted up high, but nothing more than a black flash of a leather scabord. there will be more on these later (If you want to see the knives i've patterned these after, they're based on the Kestral dagger at Rensports, except give them a silver blade.)
Personality
She was friendly, but warry. Years of captivity had broken her spirit, breed her with a deep distrust of authority. She was a quiet rebel without a cause. She was smart, relitively loyal to her cause, and somewhat angry. Not someone to be messed with.
Flaws
Her inability to follow commands, and to "play nicely with others" have lead Ilyra into more fights than she needed. She has a deep distrust of other people, and an inability to connect with others.
As a fighter, she will throw herself into anything. This is both a blessing and a curse, as she will fight to the death, or injury.
The girl also fell into deep bouts of depression frequently. Sometimes, she could be seen rocking a bag of clothing like a baby. She had lost her own child.
History
More history will be revealed later.
Race Apperantly human
gender Female
Age appears in late teens or early twenties, exact age unknown
Physical Discription
She appeared delicate. A petite body, slim but muscular. About 5'2, her frame was small. Her breasts were large enough to be sexy, but not enough to be cumbersome. Her waist was slender, her hips a normal with. But, despite her tiny build, she was strong. She could heft a man twice her size. Her eyes were wide, an intellegent hazel. She held a steady, even gaze. Her nose was slender, her lips full. Her skin was icy white, almost translucent.
She wore tiny gold baubles in her ears, a single stud, the mark of slavery. Her back was a myriad of scars, criss-crossed by a whip lash. A henna tatoo marked her shoulder, slowly fading, and intricate patterns danced over her hands.
Gear
She wore comfortable clothing, blue jeans and a t-shirt. A trench coat, with the collar turned up, and bright converse sneakers completed the outfit. Ear buds connected to an MP3 player sat at her belt. She wore a large backpack with a change of clothes, a few cosmetics. A laptop, impratical perhaps, but useful, and a cell phone filled padded pockets. Extra batteries, a wallet, a libray card, and a pocket knife raddled around in pockets. She carried a set of silver blades somewhere on her person, but not someplace noticable. A hilt might show at the base of the spine, or if her skirt got kilted up high, but nothing more than a black flash of a leather scabord. there will be more on these later (If you want to see the knives i've patterned these after, they're based on the Kestral dagger at Rensports, except give them a silver blade.)
Personality
She was friendly, but warry. Years of captivity had broken her spirit, breed her with a deep distrust of authority. She was a quiet rebel without a cause. She was smart, relitively loyal to her cause, and somewhat angry. Not someone to be messed with.
Flaws
Her inability to follow commands, and to "play nicely with others" have lead Ilyra into more fights than she needed. She has a deep distrust of other people, and an inability to connect with others.
As a fighter, she will throw herself into anything. This is both a blessing and a curse, as she will fight to the death, or injury.
The girl also fell into deep bouts of depression frequently. Sometimes, she could be seen rocking a bag of clothing like a baby. She had lost her own child.
History
More history will be revealed later.