Post by Élraina LÓminís on Mar 17, 2006 12:48:53 GMT -5
Full Name:Élraina LÓminís
Alias/Nicknames:Élra
Age:160
Alliance: Rivendell
Appearance: Eyes of deep blue and long blond hair with a single streak of red that run from the crown of her head right though the length of her fringe. She normally has her hair pulled back in to a high ponytail to keep it out of her face. Élra is tall and slim but with definite feminine curves. She has a couple of favourite outfits depending on the situation… but normally she wears either a long flowing skirt that skims along the floor covering her feet or fitted leather pants in a deep brown (mostly for travelling, working or training)..over the top she wears a long silk or soft shirt pulled in at the waist with a braided leather belt that hangs down from her hip. She only wears shoes when she is travelling preferring the feel of the ground under her. When she wears shoes they are made of soft suede and laced up her legs with ribbons…
Marks, Scars or Tattoos: a tear shaped scar on her left cheek from her first ever encounter of Orcs and a black tribal design tattoo high on her right thigh though most will never see it cause of its position
Jewellery: a sapphire pendent mounted in white gold that she never takes off. It was a gift from her father. And her mother’s wedding ring worn on the middle finger of her right hand.
Likes: sunsets, quite contemplation, her own company, and the odd mug of dwaven ale when she can find it other than that she drink mostly herb flavoured water or herb infused tea. Loves to cook and to walk travelling when she can find the time or reason.
Dislikes: loud opinionated show offs, being forced in to doing anything with out having time to think it though, drunks .oh and a deep personal hate for Orcs.
Special Talents: though hardly special in a major sense she is a very good cook and seamstress. She as an acute sense of direction as well.
Race: elf
Weapons/Other Accessories: a light but hardy sword with runes carved in to the curved blade. a pair of dragon hilted daggers… and a large battle axe (she is well trained in it use but prefers not to us it and more that often it is found hung over her bed)...she carries a small pack with a light sleeping roll, a sowing kit and a leather pouch of herb tea. SHe also has a walking staff that doubles as a weapon.
History: her mother Mallwen, was a member of the guard to the lady Galadriel only moving to rivendell when she married. Her father, Astalner, was a merchant and soldier and member of the house of Elrond… who lost his life at the battle of helms deep and Élra is deeply proud of him and his memory...She has spent most of her life following her own path, educated at her mothers side she learned the art of fighting but also the importance of keeping a home. Though she had walked out with a few, she has never felt the need to settle down, to her the idea of being tied to once place or one person seams to be a bigger sacrifice than she is willing to make but she also secretly longs for the closeness and companionship a husband would give. Given her mothers service Élra was given the choice of were she wanted to live… and spent along time between the two kingdoms… now her heart is set on making rivendell her full time home.
During her early years she travelled with her father to places like Khazad dum and as far as gondor. during one of these trips she got separated from the small group with which they travelled and found herself the unwilling target of a pair of orc scouts... thinking they had found an easy victim they teased and played with her for awhile chasing her further in to the deep woods. Finally cornering her against a rocky outcrop they didn’t expect the reaction they got we she turned on them… Whether it was fear or skill that gave her the courage even she does not know but she turn to face the pair and draw the sword from her belt. It was the last time the pair laughed for less than a hour later her father and his travelling companions found her huddled against the wall sobbing, caked in blood and mud with the bodies of the Orcs slumped before her… she was battered and buried but the only lasting scar was a deep cut on her left cheek that healed in to a tear drop shape.
After that Élra spent much more time at home with her mother, which is were she was when the news of her fathers death filtered back to the valley… in that instant she saw the fire in her mothers eye flicker and die. Though she went though the motions of life, she never really recovered and it was with her daughters blessing that she was one of the final few to take to the ships that sailed away to the west.
Alias/Nicknames:Élra
Age:160
Alliance: Rivendell
Appearance: Eyes of deep blue and long blond hair with a single streak of red that run from the crown of her head right though the length of her fringe. She normally has her hair pulled back in to a high ponytail to keep it out of her face. Élra is tall and slim but with definite feminine curves. She has a couple of favourite outfits depending on the situation… but normally she wears either a long flowing skirt that skims along the floor covering her feet or fitted leather pants in a deep brown (mostly for travelling, working or training)..over the top she wears a long silk or soft shirt pulled in at the waist with a braided leather belt that hangs down from her hip. She only wears shoes when she is travelling preferring the feel of the ground under her. When she wears shoes they are made of soft suede and laced up her legs with ribbons…
Marks, Scars or Tattoos: a tear shaped scar on her left cheek from her first ever encounter of Orcs and a black tribal design tattoo high on her right thigh though most will never see it cause of its position
Jewellery: a sapphire pendent mounted in white gold that she never takes off. It was a gift from her father. And her mother’s wedding ring worn on the middle finger of her right hand.
Likes: sunsets, quite contemplation, her own company, and the odd mug of dwaven ale when she can find it other than that she drink mostly herb flavoured water or herb infused tea. Loves to cook and to walk travelling when she can find the time or reason.
Dislikes: loud opinionated show offs, being forced in to doing anything with out having time to think it though, drunks .oh and a deep personal hate for Orcs.
Special Talents: though hardly special in a major sense she is a very good cook and seamstress. She as an acute sense of direction as well.
Race: elf
Weapons/Other Accessories: a light but hardy sword with runes carved in to the curved blade. a pair of dragon hilted daggers… and a large battle axe (she is well trained in it use but prefers not to us it and more that often it is found hung over her bed)...she carries a small pack with a light sleeping roll, a sowing kit and a leather pouch of herb tea. SHe also has a walking staff that doubles as a weapon.
History: her mother Mallwen, was a member of the guard to the lady Galadriel only moving to rivendell when she married. Her father, Astalner, was a merchant and soldier and member of the house of Elrond… who lost his life at the battle of helms deep and Élra is deeply proud of him and his memory...She has spent most of her life following her own path, educated at her mothers side she learned the art of fighting but also the importance of keeping a home. Though she had walked out with a few, she has never felt the need to settle down, to her the idea of being tied to once place or one person seams to be a bigger sacrifice than she is willing to make but she also secretly longs for the closeness and companionship a husband would give. Given her mothers service Élra was given the choice of were she wanted to live… and spent along time between the two kingdoms… now her heart is set on making rivendell her full time home.
During her early years she travelled with her father to places like Khazad dum and as far as gondor. during one of these trips she got separated from the small group with which they travelled and found herself the unwilling target of a pair of orc scouts... thinking they had found an easy victim they teased and played with her for awhile chasing her further in to the deep woods. Finally cornering her against a rocky outcrop they didn’t expect the reaction they got we she turned on them… Whether it was fear or skill that gave her the courage even she does not know but she turn to face the pair and draw the sword from her belt. It was the last time the pair laughed for less than a hour later her father and his travelling companions found her huddled against the wall sobbing, caked in blood and mud with the bodies of the Orcs slumped before her… she was battered and buried but the only lasting scar was a deep cut on her left cheek that healed in to a tear drop shape.
After that Élra spent much more time at home with her mother, which is were she was when the news of her fathers death filtered back to the valley… in that instant she saw the fire in her mothers eye flicker and die. Though she went though the motions of life, she never really recovered and it was with her daughters blessing that she was one of the final few to take to the ships that sailed away to the west.
