Post by Foxglove on Aug 30, 2012 10:22:47 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://i800.photobucket.com/albums/yy284/brooklynlolli/x0r3w0.png); border-left: 10px solid #03AB79; border-right: 10px solid #03AB79; border-top: 10px solid #03AB79; border-bottom: 10px solid #03AB79;] ARANA "FOXGLOVE" ENDVESMOS "Sometimes we have love and sometimes we lose love. Sometimes love can hurt terribly like a deep wound. In our world we have lots of ups and downs, pleasures and pains. But that’s life and we learn to accept the bad with the good. Without the bad times we wouldn't appreciate the good times. Life is precious and I cherish every single moment."  HEY THERE, PEOPLE TEND TO CALL ME FOXGLOVE AND I'M CURRENTLY 59 YEARS OLD. I'M A FAIRIE AND I'M A NOBLE - RIDER. ------------------------------------------------- NAME: Arana Endvesmos DOB: October 17th AGE: 59 (Looks to be in her late twenties) GENDER: Female SPECIES: Fairie CLASS: Upper STATUS: Noble/Lady OCCUPATION: Rider ALLEGIANCE: Rider Order KINGDOM: Fall Kingdom MAGIC: Grey POWERS: Physical- Most of Foxglove magic is physical, including enhanced strength, agility, sight and hearing. These come in very handy for both her archery and swordplay. Mental- Foxglove's mental abilities aren't as refined. Fairies always have talent with magic though so ever she learned a ting or two in this category. Telepathy was her main focus, finding it best to learn to coordinate things like battle strategies with her allies without having to worry about enemies hearing or knowing of them. Other than that, she is very good at casting illusions, varying from copies of herself, to copies of others. Elements- Wind and fire have always been Foxgloves main elements, the ones she's found most passion in. Her mastery of both have lead to her beginning use of electricity. Meta- Plane walking is something she was taught early, like many Fae. The ability allowed them to enter and exit their realm through gateways created in nature. ~~~~~~~~~~ APPEARANCE Standing at about 5’7”, Foxglove is relatively tall for a Fairie. Her build is slender but her boy is lightly toned, the body of a runner or athlete really, strong arms and legs from both archery and learning how to properly use a sword. After spending most of her life outside, her unblemished skin is nicely tanned, not very darkly from it’s naturally fair tone, but sun kissed. She’s never really cut her hair, meaning it’s very long as just as wild as she is, a deep shade of chestnut with auburn and read streaks, similar to the fall colors she is so fond of. Her face in narrowed, smooth skin stretched over sharp, high cheek bones and a tightly arched brow that tends to make her facial expression stand out. Her almond shaped eyes are lined in thick, dark lashes and are a deep hazel shade with flecks of bronze and gold and her nose is as sharply featured. But, her most sticking feature, has to be her wings. Both solid and transparent and only visible when she allows them to be (As they can get into the way once in a while). They’re a beautiful blend of browns, burnt oranges and faded greens edge in bronze and gold-like colors that seem t mix and swirl. As for clothing, she is technically the daughter of members of the Fall Court, meaning she has to dress the part in public. Dress made of the lightest material in shades of greens and blues tend to be her preferred choice, even if she really doesn’t like dresses. She wears jewelry to match, mostly with silver-like metals. But, when she’s not in the public eye, Foxgloves real taste tend to show. Clothing made of leathers and hide, easy to move in tend to be her choice. Boot, tightly fitting trousers and tops made of braided, beaded and sturdy materials mostly in deep shades of browns and tans. She also enjoys forest themed clothing when out and about. ~~~~~~~~~~ PERSONALITY There are many sides to everyone, the same could be said for Foxglove. The first side, in the noble in her. A loyal, well manner lady. She has grace and charm, soft spoken and kind. But, that’s not all she is. That is just who she is for her parents, a Lord and Lady of the Fall Court. Foxglove isn’t the kind of person who enjoys disappointing people so she does what she can to make her parents proud and to keep them from being disappointed in her. But, she has to draw the line somewhere. She can be as wild as nature itself. Very loyal and passionate, she’s hardly a lay at heart. She prefers archery to attending balls and hard-work to being pampered. Of course, despite her honesty and ability to be kind, but she’s not really a gentle person. She’s very stubborn and tends to be rash and foul tempered. But, she also has a love for pranks and mischief, though she's gotten in trouble for "abusing her magic". LIKES:
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~~~~~~~~~~ PARENTS: Lord Arum Endvesmos (92), Lady Gwendria Endvesmos (90) SIBLINGS: None OTHER: N/A PET: Swift Fox UNIQUE ITEM: A bow and quiver carved from an Eternal tree. BIRTHPLACE: Fall Kingdom HISTORY Born beneath an October harvest moon, Arana Endvesmos was a daughter of Autumn nobility. From day one, her parents expected much from her. She never really had much of a chance to choose the life she wanted. They expected her to be a Lady, to marry and have children of her own and to attend the Fall court. And that’s what they groomed her for. But, she was a Fairie after all. She wouldn’t deny herself her driven need to be out in the forest. Every waking moment of her younger years that wasn’t occupied by her parents, was spent out in the forest of the Fall Kingdom with other Fairie her age. She was a lady with her parents, an a creature of the wind when she was out where her passion lied. Magic lessons were a constant, as in most Fairie homes, though her parents weren’t too happy when their little girl’s abilities were focused on more physical aspects, rather then mental abilities. She was thirteen years old when it happened, practically still just a baby in the eyes of other Fairie like her parents. It was later on described to her as “The Drop” but it was unlike anything she’d ever experience again. She couldn’t even describe it herself but all she knew is that is separated from the other children her mother made her play with. It was on a trip outside her realm not three days later that she was approached. Not just by a person but by a dragon. There had just seemed to be this immediate connection between her and the Celestus dragon named Emrin. That was the day her life as a girl being groomed as a lady of the court ended and her journey as a Rider began. But, it wasn’t easy. A noble Fairie coexisting wit a young and very curious dragon was a bit of a hardship. Her family had a home in a large oak, the near equivalent to a human castle. The only problem was, her parents did not want him inside. So, she too matters into her own hands. She was barely fourteen when she got fed up with leaving him outside like a pet, rather than a partner, and left her house to find them both somewhere to stay. Their own shelter started as a canopy, living high up in the huge trees. Both of their wings were developing, so it made it easier, but her parents didn’t exactly agreed. They were worried she wouldn’t be safe so she changed that. She and Emrin made their way to the human plane where she could learn to defend herself in peace. And, where she earned her nickname. She stared a story with Emrin, one explaining why the Blue Foxglove was her favorite flower. Soon, that was all the dragon called her and, not long after that, that’s all she would accept to be called. Foxglove was a free spirit of her own now. She was becoming a brilliant archer and was more than decent with a sword. She was twenty when she wore her oath to her dragon, no longer selfishly running wild with Emrin in tow. They were meant for something more, they both knew it. That’s when her teacher found her, the one person who could show her what it really meant to be a rider: Roxel Goldwyn. When she was on Emrin’s back, in the sky, it was truly the only time when she really felt that she belonged. Years of guidance, practice and growth, Foxglove and Emrin barely aged but that didn’t mean anything. He was still rash, wild and stubborn but she was wiser, stronger. Her parents had come to terms with her being a rider, as long as she was still a lady. Balancing the two was difficult but, even at the tender age of 59, she still had a long journey ahead. ~~~~~~~~~~ ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: It was early. The sun had yet to peek, leaving the sky a blend of faded grays and pinks and dark blues. The forest was covered in dew, wind rustling the leaves gently. All was still and quiet. Even the Fairie who made her way along the forest floor. Wings tucked away for the time being and feet bare, she moved quickly and silently through the trees, a small smile on her face. This was her favorite time to be awake, for one reason. The sunrise. As she emerged from the trees, she found herself at the to of a tall, grass covered hill facing the east. Above her, a shadow floated by before a large dragon landed down at the bottom of the hill. She couldn’t help but grin as Emrin popped almost lazily down in the high grass, chuckling as he stared at her, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Foxglove hadn’t exactly woken him up nicely. A bucket of water to the face. Then again, she owed him for knocking her out of a tree a few days ago. ”Don’t you dare start complaining!” she called down to him, breaking the silence as she swiftly descended the hill. Emrin snorted as she slowed her approach before she could run into him. ”You’re so careless.” |
”The proper term is carefree, Emrin. And I am still young remember, have that right!”
”You’re 59.”[/color]
”Your acting as if that’s a big number.”
He went silent but Foxglove knew he was smiling and probably rolling his own eyes. And she knew the moment his tail lifted and flopped across her stretched out legs that he wasn’t really upset with her. The silence fell between them as the world began t wake. Fie the crickets and birds and the first light touched the lands. Another day was born and they were ready for it.
”Emrin?”
”Yes Foxglove?”[/color]
”You’re tail is heavy. My legs are falling asleep.”
All the dragon did was laugh.
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THE PLAYER BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS KV AND IS AGE. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN US TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO KEIRA KNIGHTLEY, DON'T YOU THINK?
[/div]THE PLAYER BEHIND THIS WONDERFUL CHARACTER IS KV AND IS AGE. SHE LIVES IN THE EASTERN US TIMEZONE. ALSO, THIS CHARACTER LOOKS PRETTY SIMILAR TO KEIRA KNIGHTLEY, DON'T YOU THINK?
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Foxglove
Dragon: Emrin
Egg: Color - Markings
Style: Uncommon
Breed: Celestus
Element: Lightning
Color: Color of what their hide is
Gender: Male
Age: 59
Appearance: Emrin is a tall dragon standing at nearly 50 feet in height, with a lengthy wingspan. Those wings are feathered, even though his body is scaled. Similar to most of his breed, his body is light in color, a pale cream with dark forest green swirling marks all along his scales and accenting his wings. He has curled horns sprouting from his crown and short spikes down his body, in two rows that meet as one running down his tail. His face is sharp and, to anyone but Foxglove, his face may seem rather aggressive but his eyes tell another story. Bright slitted emerald jewels set into the cream scales only seem to stick out like stars.
Personality: Emrin is a very sweet natured dragon. Unlike his rider, he is very even tempered and takes it upon himself to keep her in check. The only time he ever seem to get upset is when his rider is threatened. He’s loyal and strong, though he does have a taste for mischief, similar to his riders. Emrin has a passion for sun bathing and snapping, but also simply going for long, slow flights. What he doesn’t like is unneeded violence. Emrin is a peaceful dragon but he will fight when necessary.
History: Emrin was born the way most dragons were, hatched from an egg to the warmth of his mother. He was well cared for, a healthy hatchling born in the fall, October to be exact. He had much to learn in a small amount of time before her reached his thirteenth year of life. Like many other dragons, something changed. That’s when he met her. She was small and slight, tanned and young. A Fairie by the name of Arana, though the name didn’t suit her much. She was his rider and he her dragon. Everything changed and he refused to leave her side. They spent years together, looking out for each other. He gave her a new name, Foxglove and it was only a matter of time till the carefree life they lived disappeared to something more. She made a oath to him, to be a true Rider after they had both found a teacher and, honestly, Emrin could never have been happier.
