Post by trinn on Jan 23, 2012 3:35:46 GMT -5
Your username: Trinn
Character's name: Atla Wolfsbane
Character's age: 22
Character's attitude: Atla has a surely attitude. She is confident in her skill as a warrior and a swordsman. She is usually somber when dealing with strangers, though she smiles easily. Also very humble. Her father passed down that trait to her, installing his cause to help all who need it. She is nearly always friendly, if reserved. Cautious but not cowardly.
Character's Race: Nord
Character's appearance: Auburn hair and warm brown eyes. She is 5'7, tall to most but average for a Nord. Steel plate armor, as show below.
Character's allegiance: Neutral. Her cause is to roam Tamriel and aid those who most need it. She stays relatively close to Skyrim, though her wanderings have taken her far away.
Weapons: An Ebony sword and an Ebony bow she found during her travels. Arrows she procures from forges or as random treasure. Atla also dabbles in destruction spells, despite her Nordic heritage. She can whip up a potent fireball when the need arises.
Other Info: Atla travels with the dark elf whom she named Dalien, as well as her trusty steed Loki. Loki is a black draft stallion. He is normally docile and friendly, but he has been trained as a warhorse.
History: Atla was born in Whiterun, Skyrim. Her father, Dalien, was a thane of the Jarl there, though he was something of a wanderer as well. Atla's mother died during child birth, so she was raised solely by her father. As such, she was taught in the ways of the weapon, as a warrior and thus instilled with the nobility and boldness of a thane. But her father was also humble, and his soul was kind and giving. These traits too he passed on. Whiterun was Atla's home for twelve years, during which time she was trained and raised by her father. After her twelfth birthday they began to travel together. From then until she was eighteen they roamed many of the countries of Tamriel. When Atla turned seventeen, her father met his demise. They were camping just across the border of Skyrim, when they were attacked by wolves. Accompanying the wolves was a werewolf, and her father was struck with a fatal blow. Atla recieved only a bite before she could drive away the beasts. Atla now harbors a bitter resentment against wolves of anykind, and she sometimes goes out of her way to slay the beasts, which has earned her the name wolfsbane. Several years later, she came upon an unconscious dark elf. Atla was not prejudiced, and though she could have went by him, the lessons of her father echoed in her mind. She decided to help the elf, and upon his awakening to amnesia, named him Dalien after her father. He has become her best friend of sorts, and though he owes her nothing, he is determined to repay the favor of saving his life.
Role Play Sample: A lonely howl sluiced through the calm night. Atla opened her eyes, mere slits, and looked across the way. The fire was burned low now, almost down to mere coals. Her father lay across from her. His eyes were open too. "Just wolves." he said, giving her a reassuring smile. She nodded and closed her eyes again. The wolf howled once more, but his voice was not alone. Two other wolves, than three, than four and five. And a sixth voice was added, deeper and more bestial. Atla sat upright and gripped for her sword, her father doing the same. The wolves were too close to rest easily. They listened together, but a hush had fallen again. "I think they-" her father began to say, but a wolf suddenly jumped into the light of the fire, snarling. Atla surged to her feet and struck it down, her blade sinking into it's neck. The others quickly followed after, snarling and snapping, blood crazed. She swung savagely to keep them at bay. "Atla, run!" Her father said, and she turned to see a nightmarish beast sinking his teeth into her fathers neck.
"NO!" she screamed, distracted. A wolf bit her hand, drawing a deep wound. Crying out in pain, she swiveled and struck it down. Three of the five wolves were dead, and there still remained the creature. Atla felt a sort of frenzy take over then. She hacked out wildly with her sword, cutting into the wolves heedlessly. Her path led to the werewolf, and as he moved to tear into her, she dunked and thrust her blade into it's ribs. The creature yelped and screamed at the same time, a sound that made Atla shiver. She pulled her blade free and made to thrust again, but the monster ran away, another wolf following.
Atla began to rush after them, but she remembered her father. Hastening to his side, she knelt beside him and grasped his shoulders. "Father." She said, shaking him softly. His face was already pale, bloodless. Atla's eyes searched the wound, her hands hovering over it and trembling. Moments passed until she could admit to herself that he was gone. She collapsed over his body, allowing her tears to take her.
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Character's name: Atla Wolfsbane
Character's age: 22
Character's attitude: Atla has a surely attitude. She is confident in her skill as a warrior and a swordsman. She is usually somber when dealing with strangers, though she smiles easily. Also very humble. Her father passed down that trait to her, installing his cause to help all who need it. She is nearly always friendly, if reserved. Cautious but not cowardly.
Character's Race: Nord
Character's appearance: Auburn hair and warm brown eyes. She is 5'7, tall to most but average for a Nord. Steel plate armor, as show below.
Character's allegiance: Neutral. Her cause is to roam Tamriel and aid those who most need it. She stays relatively close to Skyrim, though her wanderings have taken her far away.
Weapons: An Ebony sword and an Ebony bow she found during her travels. Arrows she procures from forges or as random treasure. Atla also dabbles in destruction spells, despite her Nordic heritage. She can whip up a potent fireball when the need arises.
Other Info: Atla travels with the dark elf whom she named Dalien, as well as her trusty steed Loki. Loki is a black draft stallion. He is normally docile and friendly, but he has been trained as a warhorse.
History: Atla was born in Whiterun, Skyrim. Her father, Dalien, was a thane of the Jarl there, though he was something of a wanderer as well. Atla's mother died during child birth, so she was raised solely by her father. As such, she was taught in the ways of the weapon, as a warrior and thus instilled with the nobility and boldness of a thane. But her father was also humble, and his soul was kind and giving. These traits too he passed on. Whiterun was Atla's home for twelve years, during which time she was trained and raised by her father. After her twelfth birthday they began to travel together. From then until she was eighteen they roamed many of the countries of Tamriel. When Atla turned seventeen, her father met his demise. They were camping just across the border of Skyrim, when they were attacked by wolves. Accompanying the wolves was a werewolf, and her father was struck with a fatal blow. Atla recieved only a bite before she could drive away the beasts. Atla now harbors a bitter resentment against wolves of anykind, and she sometimes goes out of her way to slay the beasts, which has earned her the name wolfsbane. Several years later, she came upon an unconscious dark elf. Atla was not prejudiced, and though she could have went by him, the lessons of her father echoed in her mind. She decided to help the elf, and upon his awakening to amnesia, named him Dalien after her father. He has become her best friend of sorts, and though he owes her nothing, he is determined to repay the favor of saving his life.
Role Play Sample: A lonely howl sluiced through the calm night. Atla opened her eyes, mere slits, and looked across the way. The fire was burned low now, almost down to mere coals. Her father lay across from her. His eyes were open too. "Just wolves." he said, giving her a reassuring smile. She nodded and closed her eyes again. The wolf howled once more, but his voice was not alone. Two other wolves, than three, than four and five. And a sixth voice was added, deeper and more bestial. Atla sat upright and gripped for her sword, her father doing the same. The wolves were too close to rest easily. They listened together, but a hush had fallen again. "I think they-" her father began to say, but a wolf suddenly jumped into the light of the fire, snarling. Atla surged to her feet and struck it down, her blade sinking into it's neck. The others quickly followed after, snarling and snapping, blood crazed. She swung savagely to keep them at bay. "Atla, run!" Her father said, and she turned to see a nightmarish beast sinking his teeth into her fathers neck.
"NO!" she screamed, distracted. A wolf bit her hand, drawing a deep wound. Crying out in pain, she swiveled and struck it down. Three of the five wolves were dead, and there still remained the creature. Atla felt a sort of frenzy take over then. She hacked out wildly with her sword, cutting into the wolves heedlessly. Her path led to the werewolf, and as he moved to tear into her, she dunked and thrust her blade into it's ribs. The creature yelped and screamed at the same time, a sound that made Atla shiver. She pulled her blade free and made to thrust again, but the monster ran away, another wolf following.
Atla began to rush after them, but she remembered her father. Hastening to his side, she knelt beside him and grasped his shoulders. "Father." She said, shaking him softly. His face was already pale, bloodless. Atla's eyes searched the wound, her hands hovering over it and trembling. Moments passed until she could admit to herself that he was gone. She collapsed over his body, allowing her tears to take her.
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Hey, Alta and Jolfried could have been childhood friends...or enemies. lol