Post by sayriel on Mar 14, 2007 11:14:34 GMT -5
First name: Sayriel
Last name: Amon
Age: 22
Race: Werewolf
How did I receive my invite: I didn’t actually receive one, I was looking for a new forum and stumbled upon this one.
I read all that was open for the public to read and considered it well done and Look forward to being a part of the adventure.
Reason for traveling to Cashel Castle: Looking for work of some kind to keep one self out of trouble. Have experience in blacksmithing.
Character history: Sayriel was born of a were mother and a were father, in a village of no consequence to anyone who didn’t live there.
Her father not married to her mother in any sense of the word, but a traveler who passed through the village and not a figure in her life.
She had a troubled childhood as anyone who was even a slightly bit different form the norm did. Her blood tainted and cursed by this virus that flowed threw her veins, the change painful and her young confused mind, longed only to be like the other children.
Her mother kept her hidden as much as possible, but her need to feed when the moon bloomed full in the night sky caused much attention to be drawn to her family.
When the villagers learned of her cursed blood, the other children made a game of forcing this change, by making certain sounds that triggered it, such as howling.
The chance caused great pain but it didn’t hurt as much as the children’s laughter and the taunts, those scares wrapped around her heart like a nightmare reborn with each recall of childhood.
Finally her mother fell ill, poverty and lift taking there toll, she could not protect her daughter any longer and Sayriel left the village at the age of ten and escaped to the solitude of the forests, her she found acceptance among the forest life.
Learned to somewhat control her change, beyond the certain cycles of the moon. Changing became voluntary (at will) and as there was never anyone around to speak to, she often stayed in wolf form.
She found an abandoned den, made her home, toning her skills as the predator she was born to be. But like all wolves, the instinct for a pack, a place to belong drove deep within her heart, and she was always on the search for that which would quench this desire within her heart.
She would spend her winters in a local village that hedged the forest where she lived, and learned the trade of blacksmith that kept her in money and supplies she needed to survive.
Appearance: She is shy, soft spoken. In all appearances, nothing more then a girl, but its what lies within that is the truth.
She is strong, self taught survivor, hunter, she adores the forest, a place where judgment is void and she is free to roam at will.
In wolf form she is nothing more then an average wolf, grey mixed with black and kissed here and there with white fur. In human form she is short, her hair long and black bound in a long braid, dressed in dark green tunic, dark black pants that were tucked in black leather boots.
An oversized black cloak often smudged and dirty covered her shoulders.
Grey eyes, that appeared almost violet in direct sunlight, hid their twin black, yellow-rimmed orbs. Her eyes did nothing to improve her fair complexion, nor did the sprinkling of freckles that tumbled off her nose and sprinkled her cheeks.
She travels light when she is close to her den, silently or with noise in a forest the choice was equal to her mood at the moment. In her true form, that of a werewolf….well your just going to have to make her mad to behold this form for yourself.
Social Status: Sayriel was brought up believing she was not strong enough to carry the name of Lady, or Miss…that her name alone was all her shoulders could bare in this world.. She can be slightly unpredictable, uncontrollable and quick tempered, but all in all she is level headed and knows she will never be better in this life then where she is right now. A outcaste, blacksmith who happens to howl on occasion.
Personality: She is a strong female, but gives in often to her weaker side, the one that just longs to belong somewhere.
She usually speaks whatever thought runs through her head, without judging the moment or the consequences of those words.
She often gets lost in daydreams and distracted from the objective she is doing. Although she is a strong race, you will find she rarely takes true form , as if she is hiding her race from those around her.
Sample RP: Nia crawled into a abandoned animal burrow, its dark cramped space held just enough room for her and the puppy, dropping the little guy she growled at him before turning to stare up at the partially covered entrance.
Roots hung down from the ceiling and dry brown leaves covered its floor, there were a few scattered bones of meals long forgot near the one corner.
The animal who had called it home was no longer using it, its abandon state lasting more then one winter she figured, turning she padded the floor down with her paws and then laid down, her back to the entrance and her face to the puppy.
Stretching out her wolf nose, she took this moment and sniffed the pup’s soft fur, thinking he was so cute..it was a shame Kane had touched his life in even the smallest manner.
Whining to him she began to lick softly at the small wounds, she herself had caused in her running.
Her pink tongue moved over the small cuts with a gentle touch, whining ever so often as she felt his small body shiver with fear.
Finally she pushed him against her with her large paw, the pup need not be cold this night, curling her paws around him she tucked him against her chest and laid her head down.
"Tomorrow the sun will rise and the air will be renewed from the dampness of night, there we shell start out towards our home" She whispered to the puppy, her nose pressing against its soft belly, the thump of its fast heartbeat gave her comfort.
"There you will start to learn the skills I have to share, and when your ready I will turn you to were and we can be a pack" She whispered once more to the pup, knowing she was talking words that would never happen.
‘You can not keep him’ she though to herself and repeated the thought as she let herself fall to sleep next to him.
Last name: Amon
Age: 22
Race: Werewolf
How did I receive my invite: I didn’t actually receive one, I was looking for a new forum and stumbled upon this one.
I read all that was open for the public to read and considered it well done and Look forward to being a part of the adventure.
Reason for traveling to Cashel Castle: Looking for work of some kind to keep one self out of trouble. Have experience in blacksmithing.
Character history: Sayriel was born of a were mother and a were father, in a village of no consequence to anyone who didn’t live there.
Her father not married to her mother in any sense of the word, but a traveler who passed through the village and not a figure in her life.
She had a troubled childhood as anyone who was even a slightly bit different form the norm did. Her blood tainted and cursed by this virus that flowed threw her veins, the change painful and her young confused mind, longed only to be like the other children.
Her mother kept her hidden as much as possible, but her need to feed when the moon bloomed full in the night sky caused much attention to be drawn to her family.
When the villagers learned of her cursed blood, the other children made a game of forcing this change, by making certain sounds that triggered it, such as howling.
The chance caused great pain but it didn’t hurt as much as the children’s laughter and the taunts, those scares wrapped around her heart like a nightmare reborn with each recall of childhood.
Finally her mother fell ill, poverty and lift taking there toll, she could not protect her daughter any longer and Sayriel left the village at the age of ten and escaped to the solitude of the forests, her she found acceptance among the forest life.
Learned to somewhat control her change, beyond the certain cycles of the moon. Changing became voluntary (at will) and as there was never anyone around to speak to, she often stayed in wolf form.
She found an abandoned den, made her home, toning her skills as the predator she was born to be. But like all wolves, the instinct for a pack, a place to belong drove deep within her heart, and she was always on the search for that which would quench this desire within her heart.
She would spend her winters in a local village that hedged the forest where she lived, and learned the trade of blacksmith that kept her in money and supplies she needed to survive.
Appearance: She is shy, soft spoken. In all appearances, nothing more then a girl, but its what lies within that is the truth.
She is strong, self taught survivor, hunter, she adores the forest, a place where judgment is void and she is free to roam at will.
In wolf form she is nothing more then an average wolf, grey mixed with black and kissed here and there with white fur. In human form she is short, her hair long and black bound in a long braid, dressed in dark green tunic, dark black pants that were tucked in black leather boots.
An oversized black cloak often smudged and dirty covered her shoulders.
Grey eyes, that appeared almost violet in direct sunlight, hid their twin black, yellow-rimmed orbs. Her eyes did nothing to improve her fair complexion, nor did the sprinkling of freckles that tumbled off her nose and sprinkled her cheeks.
She travels light when she is close to her den, silently or with noise in a forest the choice was equal to her mood at the moment. In her true form, that of a werewolf….well your just going to have to make her mad to behold this form for yourself.
Social Status: Sayriel was brought up believing she was not strong enough to carry the name of Lady, or Miss…that her name alone was all her shoulders could bare in this world.. She can be slightly unpredictable, uncontrollable and quick tempered, but all in all she is level headed and knows she will never be better in this life then where she is right now. A outcaste, blacksmith who happens to howl on occasion.
Personality: She is a strong female, but gives in often to her weaker side, the one that just longs to belong somewhere.
She usually speaks whatever thought runs through her head, without judging the moment or the consequences of those words.
She often gets lost in daydreams and distracted from the objective she is doing. Although she is a strong race, you will find she rarely takes true form , as if she is hiding her race from those around her.
Sample RP: Nia crawled into a abandoned animal burrow, its dark cramped space held just enough room for her and the puppy, dropping the little guy she growled at him before turning to stare up at the partially covered entrance.
Roots hung down from the ceiling and dry brown leaves covered its floor, there were a few scattered bones of meals long forgot near the one corner.
The animal who had called it home was no longer using it, its abandon state lasting more then one winter she figured, turning she padded the floor down with her paws and then laid down, her back to the entrance and her face to the puppy.
Stretching out her wolf nose, she took this moment and sniffed the pup’s soft fur, thinking he was so cute..it was a shame Kane had touched his life in even the smallest manner.
Whining to him she began to lick softly at the small wounds, she herself had caused in her running.
Her pink tongue moved over the small cuts with a gentle touch, whining ever so often as she felt his small body shiver with fear.
Finally she pushed him against her with her large paw, the pup need not be cold this night, curling her paws around him she tucked him against her chest and laid her head down.
"Tomorrow the sun will rise and the air will be renewed from the dampness of night, there we shell start out towards our home" She whispered to the puppy, her nose pressing against its soft belly, the thump of its fast heartbeat gave her comfort.
"There you will start to learn the skills I have to share, and when your ready I will turn you to were and we can be a pack" She whispered once more to the pup, knowing she was talking words that would never happen.
‘You can not keep him’ she though to herself and repeated the thought as she let herself fall to sleep next to him.
