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Post by lowstorm on Oct 6, 2010 20:15:20 GMT -5
Bio:
Rather 'normal' background... for an adventurer. Her villiage was wiped out by orcs. She's one of the few survivors. So she sets out to rid the world of them...
Except, the trauma that she suffered caused her to turn from the Seldarine. While they are still in her mind she no longer holds them in her heart as a normal elf would. They are payed lip service once in a while, especially Fenmarel. ooc edit: She is finding more and more that she can walk the path of Fenmarel... nearly daily she is coming closer to the Seldarine.
She has no qualms against stabbing people in the back to get what she wants and needs. She'll lie, steal, and cheat. She'll happily use an 'orc' as a meat shield and leave it behind to die if he dies ((ooc, I never would and would raise, but its what she would do))
All in all, she's just an elven woman with a chip on her shoulder.
She's not very tall, 4 feet, 6 inches. Shoulder length black hair. Dark eyes, and piercings everywhere. From her past there's a great many scars that criss cross her body (not her face, so one would have to see her undressed to see them)... she is not a pretty girl.
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Post by lowstorm on Nov 20, 2010 10:47:59 GMT -5
As she flips her hair over her shoulder, she watches the group carefully. She doesn't move, preferring to stalk her prey, as they come closer and then pass her. She moves quickly then, in step with their footsteps, so that they do not hear....
When the first one falls in the midst of the others, they turn, drawing their weapons. By the time they reach her, the group of four is reduced to two. As she drops her bow to pick up her blades, she starts to.. laugh. The laughter doesn't stop either, just growing quieter... as she loots the bodies of the orcs on the ground, laid out before her.
~I told him the truth.. I don't think he comprehends. None do. I am not surprised.~ her mind wanders as she watches the joy in the square. She's laughing again, joking with others, but her mind is nowhere near where she is at. ~He is still useable, I suppose. Just not.. as close as I wished. Fenmarel, why couldn't you put one in my path that would care in return? Kill him... no. Useful still. I am not that hurt. Just stung. Like the others. Just like the others.
What others? ~ Her mind is wandering, as she eyes a human across the square, calling out to him all friendly-like, with a 'dearest' added to it ~There were no others. Not really. Stop fooling yourself. There wasn't even one there when I knew there was none. Stupid girl.~
As she talks to the man, she shivers. She hates the touch.. but won't speak the words. She wants to claw his eyes out at times.. but holds still. Gold overcomes comfort...
~Betrayal. They betray so often. All of them.~ Once again in the square, she stews while sitting quietly. ~Then again, I knew that. Its why I am alone. Always alone. Its simply.. easier to keep that distance. Why do I play with them then? I tire of being alone. There is no other...~
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Post by lowstorm on Dec 13, 2010 11:14:06 GMT -5
~She looks up at the ceiling for a long time, thinking. Unable to sleep with an arm around her, unaccustomed to the touch, the feel of another next to her. Fully clothed, laying in bed next to.. him. Glancing over, she reaches up to lightly touch his hair. Her mind, for once, is calm. Drifting upon thoughts that aren't normally her own. A smile graces her lips before she closes her eyes. If she actually found reverie, only she would know. When the morning comes the bed is empty, both having long left it. Cold, crumpled.. their time together short, but she's.. happier for it
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Post by lowstorm on Jan 3, 2011 17:48:57 GMT -5
~She woke up slowly, carefully. Pursing her lips, her fingers run across his chest. She doesn't speak as she wakes from the drunken, but not so drunken, stupor she put herself in to find rest. True sleep. She was long past the time that she took reverie with others of her kind. She slowly pulled the sheets that were twisted up from around her, and then him. After straightening them out, she'd let out a long sigh. Eventually, she reaches for that bottle, deciding that morning isn't time to wake up yet. The feel of someone next to her was now.. welcomed. Different.. Alien.. but welcomed.~
~She stares down at the letter in her hands with tears stinging the corners. Letting out a soft sigh, she lets it drop down to the floor. She's read it many times, by the way the paper looks worn and thin, even though its a rather short letter. Her body shows exactly how much that the letter, or more of a note, affects her. She's stiff, gazing in the fire in the fireplace of the inn. She touches it with her boot, scooting it across the floor as if she didn't care for it anymore. Eventually, before she stands up she would pick it up and shove it into a pocket. Rather carefully, lovingly, with no regrets.~
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Post by lowstorm on Jan 6, 2011 14:30:58 GMT -5
//OOC post: Elva's portrait got remade today. Download at your leisure, throw into your portraits folder. It may replace other peoples. If you don't have her portrait, it won't matter. If you previously did and RP with others that have the same one, its up to you to decide if you wish to replace it with this one or not: Attachments:
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Post by lowstorm on Jan 7, 2011 21:11:08 GMT -5
~She was a bit of a mess, after writing the last letter. Not really crying.. she had lost too much to cry. But the bottle did make her feel better. She didn't wish to be alone, a finger idly tracing the scars upon her arm as she watched the people playing in the square. It almost made her smile, briefly. That letter... she thought about it long and hard before she wrote it. She had to write it... for herself.
Her eyes closed as the alcohol took over. Always the drink, calming her. Keeping her safe from...
herself.
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Post by lowstorm on Jan 14, 2011 0:54:12 GMT -5
~As she stared down at the body, she kept her pose. Inside, she was broken, hurt more than she'd let any of them see. Shattered, into a hundred pieces. The little strands of friendship she had woven being broken like a spiderweb on a summers day. It wasn't even the man in green and black that stabbed her with the dagger. It was her love.
It hurt her. But she leaned against the tree, her arms crossed. The new, angry, red scars already forming on her torso, where his blade had ripped into her the first round of fighting. She acted as if she was angry. Not hurt.
Even after, she teased, she played, she asked for touch. Knowing, deep inside, that it would be the last time she asked for it. The last time that she'd indulge in her care for that man. Her breath was taken away when she walked up to take him away. Without asking her with, knowing that she'd not seen him often, she'd just come to.. take him from her grasp. One small, tiny hug. The last touch, the parting that he didn't know was their last. It broke her even more.
The bottle helped
As did the blood of the orcs...~
~She went to a warden, of all people, for help. The dagger she had switched before giving it to her beloved. Telling him she trusted him. He stabbed her with it, how could she? She told her self that as she dropped the cursed object on the ground. Her blood stained it. After the cleansing, she used it... with her blood still on it.. on those orcs. ~
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Post by lowstorm on Jan 15, 2011 12:41:40 GMT -5
~Days had past. Days since the fight. Since she 'won her battle'. But she still felt lost and alone. When she walked out of the inn that morning...
It came apart. She finally broke down, seeing what she had worked so long and hard for lost. Another woman. Again, her heart shattered. The glass pieces falling around her. He didn't care for her. For all the work she put in to getting him. Saying that she didn't.. let him in... and yet he was the closest she had.
The sand slipped through her fingers as she tried to hold it. Unwanting to hear his apologies, his excuses, saying so much that ment nothing.
She finally broke down. It was coming. She was looking for Rimieh. Its all she could think about. But he is not who she found. No.. another warden. They seemed to be all around her. She could no longer contain her emotions, her pain, her hate, her sadness. She went to him, like she went to no other. She enjoyed the touch, even for the moment.
But he didn't understand her. He offered her friendship, but not in the way that she could take it. At least, that her mind thought of it. She listened, and for once she didn't contradict what someone said as soon as it left their lips. She thought it, but she did not speak what she wanted to say.
It led to be an interesting, if not heartbreaking, morning for the elven woman.~
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Post by lowstorm on Jan 24, 2011 13:25:04 GMT -5
~Coming to that understanding was hard for her. It took many days. Days of reflection, thought, caring. She searched her soul. Analyzing what she thought. She wanted to, but at the same time needed to.
Elith. She thought long and hard about him. His betrayal, her betrayal of him. Wondering how long it will be before he discovered it, learned of it. Realizing that her love was never love at all. It was hard on her to admit it, but when she did... she realized she didn't even miss the feeling, or the loss.
Her hand lightly touches the pendant that adorns her neck now. Calduil. So like a child. Young, bright eyed. So... perfect. Unmarred. He was, to her, like the most innocent person she knows. Begging him to not change. It was all she could do when she saw him. She cared so much for him. Like a well worn rock she could press her back to when the fighting became hard. But deep within, as she ran her fingers over the silver cresent on her chest, she knew that she could never let him see any of her. He was the one that would never beable to see the true her. She didn't want the truth to harm him. Change him. Touch him.
Touching that pendant didn't change her thoughts though, of those around her. Her mind would drift, for a moment, to Rimieh. She'd shake her head to the fire and chuckle. Perhaps unfortunately, that's as far as her thoughts go.
Taking a drink from a flask of brandy, she grins.
Kain and Thril. Two opposites, but so alike. Her grin turns into a smile as she thinks on how easy it would be to love either. Care for either. As people, not for their skills, as she fell for Elith. Even Nicky, she could do that with. Her smile stayed upon her lips as she thought over the three. And wondered who it would be. If ANY of them would make a move. Doubting that it would be Nicky. Perhaps one of the two knights of different backgrounds.
Her hopes and dreams were bright shining stars on the night. But she never did look up from the fire, her thoughts burning deeply into her. As always, she did not sleep. She stayed awake during the long, lonely nights. Her thoughts wandering even farther. Sometimes they strayed to orc. Her hatred, her meaning for life. All of that was tied into those hated beings. An entire race, she wished gone.
Sometimes her fingers traced the scars, and her mind would wander. Once she even thought of Aris, her pain, betrayal again, and of lost friendship.
Resoundingly though, she cared.
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Post by lowstorm on Jan 26, 2011 13:28:52 GMT -5
The night was interesting for her. Once more she found herself in the arms of a man. Once more, she felt herself relaxing. Enjoying the caress of his fingers across the pendant that hung on her chest. Feeling his breathing, making her own body rise and fall slowly. Knowing that he felt safe enough, trusted her enough, to hold her as he sought reverie. It was strange, really. She pushed and pushed and pushed him away, and yet in the end it was in his arms she was in. At first she wasn't sure she'd stay. But her thoughts wandered, as they always do. Soon she was just content, letting him hold onto her. Perhaps even give herself hope as she was held. So many things were happening around her, and yet she felt better for them. Better for the ties she had cut. Better for asking for help. Clearer, as if she was no longer walking through a blood filled haze of hatred.
They leaned against the tree, tucked between it and a cliff. He fell into his reverie holding her, and she enjoyed it. That emotion wasn't as strange to her as it was at one time. Joy. Something that speckled her dream of a childhood. Dreams that grew faint. Forgotten in her mind.
Change. Rimieh said that she was destined to change. But of course, everyone changes. It is to be expected of everyone. But she did not argue that point. Knowing now that debate with him was impossible, for he was always right in his mind, just as she was in hers. It is why she grew distant from him. Knowledge came slow to her, but it came.
Dave... The man spilled blood on her hands, and she didn't care. She realized that she didn't care for him. Arrogant, prideful that he was. He was a good fighter. That's all she used to care about. If they could fight with her, along side her. Missing that. She did wish she could go back to that carefree way of thinking. But Aris had ended that quite easily, as did Elith.
And so she thought as she layed in his arms. The man of Corellon, the Father. And her thoughts did not touch upon her gods. Nor did she think of the distance that she held between herself and the others of her people. Someday she would have to face those hurdles. But for now she knew.. being close to some was important enough.
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Post by lowstorm on Jan 28, 2011 15:17:11 GMT -5
~She was sober, amazingly enough. Sober for sweetness, for love. He accepted the challenge she laid out before him, and he took even more. Her heart was happy for it. For the fact that he didn't care. Or that he did care-it didn't matter anymore though. They spent the night touching, learning, accepting eachother, until they were both so exhausted that they simply couldn't go on any longer.
He found reverie
And she found sleep
In each others arms, to elves entwined. But so vastly different. Her body tucked up tightly against his, her arms around his chest. His arms enveloping her in their embrace.
He'd come out of his reverie long before her sleep was over, giving him the opportunity to explore while she was resting. Proving to be a rather deep sleeper as his fingers traced lines over and over.
As the sun came back, she did come back awake. Peacefully, happily. As if waking to a new day.~
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Post by lowstorm on Feb 11, 2011 20:24:54 GMT -5
The pain was a constant reminder to her. The ache, of being alone. Of being forgotten. She felt it deep within her soul. When being turned away as a cast off... being told she wasn't of the People. That hurt more deeply than the man who showed her around would ever understand. Touching his statue, she murmured to it. "I am alone, even with my people, as always". The pain, the ache. It was enough to bring her to tears. But it was the path she took, the path she walked down with her head held high. For there was no other way to walk. So few regrets, and none about the path she's chosen for herself. Proud, but in pain.
The loneliness of her heart. Wanting to see Calduil. But.. always gone, always busy. Once again, the lonliness hurt. It was not his fault, and she knew it. She comprehended it. Settling down in her little nook at the base of a boulder. Drawing her blankets tightly around herself. She rarely took to sleeping in inns anymore. She enjoyed her place by the water, even if she was, more often than not, alone there.
The pain of abandonment. She was there for him. She lost friends over him, listening to him, doing what he asked of her without question. And he vanished. Not even a note, a letter, word sent from another to her. The moment he was out of his cage, he vanished from her. The pain that brought was amplified ten fold each day. Questioning, constantly. Friend.. Kin. If she made the right choice. If the pain she brought upon herself was worth it. Under her calm exterior her emotions frayed, became more erratic. What was she to do? She waited for him though. Her last words spoken to him foremost in her thoughts. Did he pass on word before his leaving? Did he care at all about her? About her sacrifice? About her changes, things that ripped her apart and let her regrow?
The loneliness ate at her. Oftentimes, when she was alone, she'd have tears tracing her cheeks. And it seemed to be her only constant companion.
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Post by lowstorm on Feb 20, 2011 19:40:05 GMT -5
She went and bought a dozen pink roses. The pinkest roses she could find, which weren't really very pink to her. A nice, dark pink.
She took those dozen roses to the outskirts of Gaunt, where she commonly finds her rest. Sitting down at her small little hollow at the base of a boulder, next to the water, she started entwining a few of them together.
Soon, she stood up from her work. What she left behind was a pretty little rose heart. And she never returned.
Instead, she moved northwards. Paths that are known to a few, to the shrine. She created herself a little hollow near the shrine. She may not completely understand the why of protecting a thing instead of a people, but she started to do it anyway. One doesn't have to understand what they are set to doing.
Every day thereafter, a dark pink rose is left at the base of one of the rocks marking the shrine, until she runs out. Perhaps the one she leaves them for would find them, perhaps not.
Eight days pass, without word of him finding either that's left for him. She had given up a few days prior, but they were there. ready, waiting, for someone to know, to come, to find.
Her little hole in the woods becomes very homey, in those days. She decorates with little flowers. She makes a small fire pit which is used for her food, and then only. Trying not to attract too much attention. The shrine is tended and cared for.
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Post by lowstorm on Mar 11, 2011 20:51:12 GMT -5
She lied.
They were, at least, little lies. Very little lies. Made to not hurt. Not bring pain, that she knew would, and is capable of, coming. That she had already moved on, more than she told him.
Staring out over Suzail's immense gardens, she trails her fingertips into the water. Laying, relaxing out on the warm stone as she waited patiently.
It was a little lie. So as not to hurt him. She kept on thinking that thought as her fingers ran over her new skin. The skin that held so many fewer scars. To match her mind, the healing, melding mind. But there was one more thing she had to do...
She grins so brightly when she hears the 'clank' of metal coming towards her. Holding out a hand as he comes closer, she invites him down with her, so that she can snuggle as they speak.
As always their conversation drifts. They touch, they smile, and they talk. Long after the sun falls they are there, looking into eachothers eyes, lost. The tiny elf woman, and the large imposing paladin...
And then she tells him she's leaving. She murmurs it softly, and reaches up to press a slender finger to his lips before he could say another word. Telling him she'll be back... She'll always come back to him.
She looks up at him, smiling softly. Letting her body fill with an emotion that she shouldn't feel for him. A human. Caring, and love. Perhaps she's damned herself. Perhaps Fenmarel and Erevan laugh over her, as she finds comfort with one that would make her more outcast. She finds her love... Someone to be faithful for.
It was a little lie that she told Calduil. That she left the human she cared for. ...she did leave a human... that she cared for.
Her hands caress the man's face,while she speaks again softly.
About her travelling home. She's heard a whisper. The barest breath. That her family... a family member. Was still alive, and there. Someone she could ask to come to a wedding. If... they understood.
Somehow, she doubted they would. But it was worth a try.
Her parting words to the paladin that cuddled with her was;
"Pick a date, my love. I'll be home before then"
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Post by lowstorm on Apr 12, 2011 7:54:05 GMT -5
Strangely, she didn't cry. She stayed as emotionless as he had been. Not even when she got to the comfort of her bed. Although she held the pendant that stayed around her neck tightly in one hand, her emblem in the other. Thinking over the past few months, and what she had gone through. Not what went wrong, for she knew that. She had even told him that this was going to break them up and destroy them.
Flinching slightly at the thought of two nights past, when she tried to end it and he told her to not give up, to keep fighting. Keep fighting the fight he wouldn't fight along side her.
There was a heavy sigh as she pushed herself up off the bed. She didn't even stop to grab a bottle of wine. Instead she took her bow and went for a long walk in the woods to cool herself down. Helping greatly. When she returns to civilization she does look for Kain, but likely not what others would think the reason. But she only asks for one person. An elf.
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Post by lowstorm on Apr 15, 2011 16:25:19 GMT -5
She sat beside a stream, fiddling with a pink rose. The moment was tiny in the grand scheme of things. She dropped the rose into a stream, murmuring softly. She touched the pendant on her neck as she watched the rose float away.
"I miss you, my elven priest. I didn't realize how much until now. I am sorry"
And then she was gone on down the trail.
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Post by lowstorm on Apr 23, 2011 9:49:12 GMT -5
She sat in the inn in Immersea, drinking lightly as the man in shadows came up to her table. There were some soft words exchanged before she pulls her weapons and heads out the door. The shadow vanishes.
Shortly later she appears in the market.
"This is liable to hurt"
She then looked towards the people standing in the marketplace around herself, and spoke one word.
"Coming?"
The guards out the west gate of Immersea would have seen her exit. And heard the sounds of fighting. If one wanders down the road, there'd be a splatter of blood, melting ice, and the remains of a sonic trap.
The little elven woman has vanished.
Hours later, a bloody, battered, burned, and hurt little elf wanders into Suzail.
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Post by lowstorm on May 5, 2011 17:26:30 GMT -5
Dear Zerastrum,
The little elven woman sits at the fountain in Suzail, writting a letter. For how long it takes her to write it, she could have wrote a novel. But it was a single sentence, written in common, that she made. She ends the little note with a small flourish, before dropping it off at the inn in Suzail, for him to later find.
She then gets out of Suzail, seeking the woods. Needing to find solace, as she knew what she just did would create more pain than any others would understand.
I love you. I must leave you though. We are over.
~Elvaledith Deseth
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