Post by Alira on Jun 25, 2010 13:23:00 GMT -5
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Name: Alira
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Very much hetero thank you
Craft Healer
RankJourneywoman
Current Home: Dragon Weyr
Physical Description Alira has all reason to be vain, her looks are far from unappealing. She's neither tall nor short, standing a nice 5"7 which, in her own opinion, is just the right height for a female. This way she's shorter than most males but not so short that she'd have to stand on the tips of her toes to kiss one unless they were over 5"11. She's finely proportioned and maintains an hourglass figure.
Her hair is her most valuable asset (again in her own opinion). It is of a thick, lush and wavy quality and a rich ebon in color, reaching down halfway across her back.She can spend hours in front of a mirror, combing it, braiding it or weaving beads into it.
The thing she likes least about herself is her skin. It is a white and sallow, making her look almost sickly during the winter months, when little sunlight reaches it and she can't tan it.
Her face seems to have a rather exotic tang to it. It is slightly angular, with high cheekbones and almond shaped forest green eyes that are quite capable of glaring daggers. She's also blessed with long eyelashes which makes her capable of looking quite innocent when she wants to.Her eyebrows are thin, but gracefully arched, usually set in a stern frown. Her nose is small, but well formed and her lips are full and her mouth sensual.
She has a preference for finery and won't save money on clothing, even if it means eating dry bread for a month. Only the best is good enough for her. She strongly prefers dresses and skirts, though she does have the few odd tunics,shirts and pants for those jobs that require her clothes to get dirty. Her wardrobe has a lot of green in it, but also red and earthy colors.
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Character Personality:Alira is in one word, spoilt. She's vain and ambitious and won't shy away from using others as stepping stones.She doesn't care about anyone but herself and seems to strongly believe that the world revolves around her.She uses and abuses people as she pleases and isn't above blackmailing people into doing things for her.After all, at some point their lives might depend on how steady her hand is. It would be such a darn shame if her hand would slip...
However, Alira possess a quick wit and a sharp mind which makes her all that more dangerous, that combined with the fact that she's very vengeful and capable of covering her tracks makes her one enemy you don't want to have.She knows when to act nice and knows the right things to say to make a situation work in her favor. In fact, if she doesn't greatly dislike you(which she does quite easily) it is quite easy to get along with her, especially if your in a high ranking position and your a guy.
Oh yes, Alira has quite a taste for men though she's not exactly easy. Not every man is good enough for her, but she's a royal flirt with a taste for the handsome and those with a high rank. Oh she'll probably bed you if your handsome enough, but you have to be pretty darn handsome if you don't have a good rank to back it up.
Alira has a competitive nature that makes it hard for her to get along with all but the most timid of girls. After all, they're competition to her. She isn't quite sure what to make of gay people, but in her opinion they're not quite man nor woman, she prefers to avoid them, though if she has to put up with them she'll be pretty darn cruel to them.Cute things, in her opinion, are a waste of time. She hates children and doesn't see the charm of those crazy flitter beast either
Character Background:
Alira was the first born child to Healer Master Aleron and his wife Linael who was a journeywoman in the healer craft. Her father made sure she had everything her little heart desired and spoiled her absolutly rotten, acting like everything she did was a small miracle. Small wonder the girl grew up with an over inflated ego.
That didn't change when her younger brother Leatherell was born. Sure, her mother stopped giving her the same absolute devotion her father showed her, but her father mostly ignored his son, who seemed rather a bit to delicate to be healthy for a boy.
On top of that, Alira showed talent for her fathers craft and was apprenticed to the healer hall at age 14. With a small boost from her father, she breezed through her apprentice years and quickly became a journeywoman, which meant she had to deal with people.
Alira absolutely loathed having to work with whining children and naggy patients, but she gritted her teeth, determined to make master sooner than later.
Thats when thread started falling, and with it the stones. Disease spread among the dragons, volcanic activity increased. People choking on poisonous fumes. Everything seemed chaos. Her parents didn't survive the cataclysme.
She managed to drag her brother Leatherell to safety though, seeming the only one of the two who could keep her wits about her instead of breaking down. They were spotted by a Fort rider and thus managed to get a ride to relative safety. To Dragon Weyr.
Roleplay SampleNote: This rp sample is a post made on another site
She whirled around to face him as she heard him land on the bookscase, her eyes burning with an almost murderous intent, instantly knowing that this was her thief before seeing the mirror in his hand. That horrid creature! that..that... there was no word for such an abominable critten, He had stolen her mirror! her precious mirror! and here he was flaunting it around in her face!.
Anger turned to downright outrage as the boy opened his mouth, drawling at her in a provoking manner, holding the mirror in a clear view to make sure that she did indeed see it. She flushed bright red in anger, her mouth working rapidly but unable to find the right words, choking on her anger"you...."Was the only thing she could produce, and that tiny word was laced with her vicious intent to skin him alive as soon as she'd get the chance, her inability to produce the right words only adding to her fury.
She would skin him! wring his little neck untill it broke with a sickening little snap! or atleast castrate him while he was sleeping! oh she wasn't sure what she would do to him, but she would make him dearly regret this mistake and she would make sure he wouldn't regret it. Didn't they usualy cut off the hands of thieves? would lopped of hands make a nice fashion accesoiry? probably not.
But this pondering didn't solve the problem that she was nailed in place, paralyzed with outrage, scowling and fuming, knowing full well that as soon as she would try to reach him, he'd turn it into a little game of catch me if you can.
She had a problem....
Name: Alira
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Very much hetero thank you
Craft Healer
RankJourneywoman
Current Home: Dragon Weyr
Physical Description Alira has all reason to be vain, her looks are far from unappealing. She's neither tall nor short, standing a nice 5"7 which, in her own opinion, is just the right height for a female. This way she's shorter than most males but not so short that she'd have to stand on the tips of her toes to kiss one unless they were over 5"11. She's finely proportioned and maintains an hourglass figure.
Her hair is her most valuable asset (again in her own opinion). It is of a thick, lush and wavy quality and a rich ebon in color, reaching down halfway across her back.She can spend hours in front of a mirror, combing it, braiding it or weaving beads into it.
The thing she likes least about herself is her skin. It is a white and sallow, making her look almost sickly during the winter months, when little sunlight reaches it and she can't tan it.
Her face seems to have a rather exotic tang to it. It is slightly angular, with high cheekbones and almond shaped forest green eyes that are quite capable of glaring daggers. She's also blessed with long eyelashes which makes her capable of looking quite innocent when she wants to.Her eyebrows are thin, but gracefully arched, usually set in a stern frown. Her nose is small, but well formed and her lips are full and her mouth sensual.
She has a preference for finery and won't save money on clothing, even if it means eating dry bread for a month. Only the best is good enough for her. She strongly prefers dresses and skirts, though she does have the few odd tunics,shirts and pants for those jobs that require her clothes to get dirty. Her wardrobe has a lot of green in it, but also red and earthy colors.
)
Character Personality:Alira is in one word, spoilt. She's vain and ambitious and won't shy away from using others as stepping stones.She doesn't care about anyone but herself and seems to strongly believe that the world revolves around her.She uses and abuses people as she pleases and isn't above blackmailing people into doing things for her.After all, at some point their lives might depend on how steady her hand is. It would be such a darn shame if her hand would slip...
However, Alira possess a quick wit and a sharp mind which makes her all that more dangerous, that combined with the fact that she's very vengeful and capable of covering her tracks makes her one enemy you don't want to have.She knows when to act nice and knows the right things to say to make a situation work in her favor. In fact, if she doesn't greatly dislike you(which she does quite easily) it is quite easy to get along with her, especially if your in a high ranking position and your a guy.
Oh yes, Alira has quite a taste for men though she's not exactly easy. Not every man is good enough for her, but she's a royal flirt with a taste for the handsome and those with a high rank. Oh she'll probably bed you if your handsome enough, but you have to be pretty darn handsome if you don't have a good rank to back it up.
Alira has a competitive nature that makes it hard for her to get along with all but the most timid of girls. After all, they're competition to her. She isn't quite sure what to make of gay people, but in her opinion they're not quite man nor woman, she prefers to avoid them, though if she has to put up with them she'll be pretty darn cruel to them.Cute things, in her opinion, are a waste of time. She hates children and doesn't see the charm of those crazy flitter beast either
Character Background:
Alira was the first born child to Healer Master Aleron and his wife Linael who was a journeywoman in the healer craft. Her father made sure she had everything her little heart desired and spoiled her absolutly rotten, acting like everything she did was a small miracle. Small wonder the girl grew up with an over inflated ego.
That didn't change when her younger brother Leatherell was born. Sure, her mother stopped giving her the same absolute devotion her father showed her, but her father mostly ignored his son, who seemed rather a bit to delicate to be healthy for a boy.
On top of that, Alira showed talent for her fathers craft and was apprenticed to the healer hall at age 14. With a small boost from her father, she breezed through her apprentice years and quickly became a journeywoman, which meant she had to deal with people.
Alira absolutely loathed having to work with whining children and naggy patients, but she gritted her teeth, determined to make master sooner than later.
Thats when thread started falling, and with it the stones. Disease spread among the dragons, volcanic activity increased. People choking on poisonous fumes. Everything seemed chaos. Her parents didn't survive the cataclysme.
She managed to drag her brother Leatherell to safety though, seeming the only one of the two who could keep her wits about her instead of breaking down. They were spotted by a Fort rider and thus managed to get a ride to relative safety. To Dragon Weyr.
Roleplay SampleNote: This rp sample is a post made on another site
She whirled around to face him as she heard him land on the bookscase, her eyes burning with an almost murderous intent, instantly knowing that this was her thief before seeing the mirror in his hand. That horrid creature! that..that... there was no word for such an abominable critten, He had stolen her mirror! her precious mirror! and here he was flaunting it around in her face!.
Anger turned to downright outrage as the boy opened his mouth, drawling at her in a provoking manner, holding the mirror in a clear view to make sure that she did indeed see it. She flushed bright red in anger, her mouth working rapidly but unable to find the right words, choking on her anger"you...."Was the only thing she could produce, and that tiny word was laced with her vicious intent to skin him alive as soon as she'd get the chance, her inability to produce the right words only adding to her fury.
She would skin him! wring his little neck untill it broke with a sickening little snap! or atleast castrate him while he was sleeping! oh she wasn't sure what she would do to him, but she would make him dearly regret this mistake and she would make sure he wouldn't regret it. Didn't they usualy cut off the hands of thieves? would lopped of hands make a nice fashion accesoiry? probably not.
But this pondering didn't solve the problem that she was nailed in place, paralyzed with outrage, scowling and fuming, knowing full well that as soon as she would try to reach him, he'd turn it into a little game of catch me if you can.
She had a problem....
