Post by Ehver on Apr 21, 2008 13:05:16 GMT -5
Name: Ehver Elisai
Starting Age: 112
Height: 5”1
Weight: 95 lbs.
Race: Elven
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class(es): Bard/Arcane Archer
Notable Body Language: Rolling onto the back of her heels and bouncing; scratching her cheek; rubbing her neck; crooked grin; sitting cross legged
Personality: Reckless, carefree, rash, generally cheerful, sociable, confident, easily amused, blunt, honest, curious, careless, often selfish
Personal Oddities: Mumbles in dwarven instead of elven; avoids the company of elves – unless the elf in question has an interesting or unusual personality; despises and rarely speaks with women; doesn’t enjoy sweet things; plays the violin
Accent: Depending on her mood and the subject on which she speaks, Ehver may or may not speak with an accent. Her accent seems to be a force of habit that occasionally asserts itself, though more often then not she speaks in a normal tone, without one.
“Many people have commented on that,” she grinned, rolling slowly onto the back of her heels and bouncing as she arched a brow at her companion. “You aren’t the first, I must say. And it’s getting rather dull, hearing the same thing over and over again. Shall I tell you my story?” The man grinned at her, shifting a bit and settling down to get more comfortable. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the eager gleam in her eyes and the way her mouth twisted up into something of a mischievously crooked grin. She had a very expressive face – another thing that set her apart from many of her elven kin.
“I don’t think I could stop you from telling it if I tried,” the man remarked, shaking his head slightly. She laughed at that – a brilliant, melodious sound as she scratched her cheek sheepishly.
“Yer correct there. But no worries. I think it’ll explain a lot and then maybe you’ll stop botherin’ me about it.” With a swirl of her cloak she flopped into her usual sitting position – her legs folded Indian style before her and her arms resting loosely in her lap. She leaned back for a moment, her mismatched gaze flicking to the sky before beginning her tale.
“Well, y’see, I was born in a small, nameless town on the very outskirts of the High Forest. I don’t really know if you can call it a town though. It was more like a collection of little huts, all leaning together on the side of a dusty road. Most of the people who lived there were poor folk, livin’ off the scraps from their gardens and making whatever else they needed to get by. It was a pleasant place though. The people were nice and everyone knew each other – mostly ‘cause there weren’t too many people to know.” She laughed softly, her gaze flicking back down to her companion and her expression gleaming with amusement.
“Well, I don’t recall much of my neighbors, to tell the truth, but I’ll get to that later. Y’see, this little nameless town of mine sat on the edge of a road that meandered off in a couple directions, and about a day’s journey away in each direction one could find a larger town – usually a merchant outpost or some such. That was where I spent most of my time. Y’see, my mum was always a frail lady – she almost died in childbirth, y’know? Well anyway, she was always rather frail and sickly and no matter how many times we got her patched up by some traveling cleric or another, she always fell ill again within the month. For awhile there the neighborhood families would help me out with paying the cost of her healin’, but seein’ as she kept getting sick and they were all rather poor as it was, that eventually stopped. I had to take care of her myself, being her only family.” She paused for a moment, scratching her cheek thoughtfully before explaining. “I never knew my father. Ran off before I was born, so tha’s why he wasn’t around to take care of her.”
“Anyway,” she smiled pleasantly as she continued. “My mother was in a good deal of trouble, with all her constant sicknesses. I was getting older too, so I knew I had to find a way to make some gold, and quick like too. I started travelin’ down to the merchant outposts to try and make a bit of coin for my mother and I eventually fell in love with those places. They were much different from my nameless little home – full of bustling people of all different races, rushing around and selling and buying and gambling and drinking and whoring and singing and…well, all sorts of stuff no one ever did in my town. So I took to spendin’ my free time there, when I could, and tryin’ to make a bit of coin on the side.”
“As you probably know, most merchant towns have a place for some gamblin’. That’s where I made what little I could to support my mother. That and a whole load of borrowin’ from the local merchants, who heard my plight and decided to help me out…of course, for a little extra. They said I’d hafta pay them back with ‘interest’ after my mom got better and I got hold of the gold t’do so. I was young then, mind you, and didn’t know nothing of the troubles of borrowin’. I was but a child, so I took the money without thinkin’ and spent it to help my mum…and kept a little fer myself, fer some gamblin’ fun, of course.” The man watched as her face lit up, the crooked grin on her face widening.
“I was a nasty little thing, I must say. Rather selfish. Y’see, my mum was always sick, for as long as I could remember, so I never got really close to her. I suppose I always saw her as somethin’ of a burden…someone I had to take care of, even though I didn’t know why. Even when I was home, she was mostly in bed restin’, so we never really had a chance to bond or anything like that. I kinda get the feelin’ I wouldn’ta liked her much even if we had though. But that ain’t the point. On with the story.”
“I became a regular sight in the merchant towns all around our little nameless town. I showed up at least once every week, borrowin’ from the local merchants and gamblin’ myself into pits of poverty – not that I wasn’t already in one already. I told ‘em all that I would pay them back as soon as my mother got better, though, and they let me keep at it. As long as I had gold to play with, no one really cared whether I was young or in debt or not. I jus’ kept comin’ back for more, occasionally winnin’ myself the big stuff and payin’ off my merchant loaners bit by bit – though never enough to completely satisfy them.”
“Eventually, as y’can probably imagine, my mum passed away. All the healing potions and the services I could buy couldn’t help her much. She was jus’ naturally fragile, the clerics said. I can’t say I missed her much, really. I felt a little lost at first, not knowin’ what I was supposed to work for without her around, but this was somethin’ I couldn’t dwell on too much. I was around 87 or so, at this time. And I was in a lot of debt.”
“Hearin’ that my mum was dead and gone, the merchants all begin clamorin’ for their payment. I didn’t have anythin’ on me, of course. I spent most of my time gamblin’, trying to win back what I lost when I could, and only getting myself into deeper trouble, ‘course. Eventually I wasn’t allowed to gamble at all, in truth, and then I had nothin’ to do. But to that in a moment.”
“There was a young elf who was rather enamored with me, I’m proud to say. He wasn’t really rich, but not poor either. A humble merchant in one of the neighboring towns who had seen me around quite a bit. We talked a lot, durin’ my visits – mostly cause he’d buy me meals, otherwise I probably wouldn’ta put up with him. Anyway, he took a likin’ to me and told me if’n I married him, he’d take care of my debt right quick. Well, I didn’t wanna marry him. At this point, as you can imagine, I didn’t care for elves much. I had gotten so used to the rowdy hustle and bustle that came with the merchant lifestyle that the idea of livin’ quietly with someone who was polite and sweet all the time didn’t appeal to me at all. I wanted someone who was alive. Someone who could shout and yell – someone who was fun and troublesome and annoying, someone who was always moving…I never cared for the slow, quiet lifestyle of my elven kin. And I especially didn’t care fer their uptight, arrogant attitude concerin’ just about everything. I didn’t like that distant sense that seemed to scream ‘I’m better than you all’ from somewhere way up high. I liked the down in the dirt, in your face tones of humans and dwarves and the other races – the ambitious and greedy ones who didn’t look down on life itself with condescendin’ eyes. Not to mention I was but a child, and the idea of marriage had never been among my many dreams. But anyway…I’m getting’ off.”
“I refused to marry the man, as y’can imagine – which left me with all the trouble of my debt and no one to help me with it. Eventually I was cornered into a situation where I really couldn’t get out, and I think tha’s when I realized I needed to run. So I did.” She paused to laugh there, running a hand through the tangled mess of her hair and grinning at her companion wickedly.
“I ran,” she reiterated. “Well, I had never really been off on my own before. There had always been someone around. Even in the merchant towns I always knew people, no matter the time or the day or the season. I was rather lost as to what to do on my own, and desperate as well – but there wasn’t no goin’ home. Tha’s when I met my dwarf.” Her expression softened, her shoulders slumping a bit and a warm smile flickered across her lips.
“I call him Mister Grump, mostly. I ran into him along the road and attached myself to ‘im. Don’t ask me how – he certainly didn’t want me along, but I came along anyway. I recall trailing after him, a good distance away, for the first month or so until it finally occurred to him that I wouldn’t be leavin’ him alone. We’ve been together ever since, y’know? Tha’s how I learned dwarven, by the by. He was always grumblin’ to himself – mostly about me, heh – so I picked it up after awhile and eventually learned to speak it after quite a few years. So I’ve been travelin’ all across the world ever since, with Mister Grump at my side.” Her companion leaned back, regarding her silently for a moment before chuckling under his breath and shaking his head.
“So that’s why you’re so odd for an elf, hrm?”
“Well, yup. That’s the short of it, at least. Never spent much time with my elven kin, really – I was always with the humans that were travelin’ through in the merchant towns. Not to mention the fact that I traveled with no one but a grumpy ol’ fart of a dwarf for quite some time. I think after an experience like that, no one can be huffy and arrogant. People’ve told me before that I have the fiery personality of a human and the blunt, honest simplicity of a dwarf before…and I think tha’s a good thing.” She nodded in a matter-of-fact way, her usual crooked grin returning to her face. “So there y’have it! The story of sweet Ehver!”
“So you haven’t been home since, then?” her companion asked, arching a brow slightly and gazing at her exuberant expression curiously. She simply shrugged, her eyes gleaming.
“Nah. I doubt they’d remember me, and most of ‘em were humans, so they’ll probably die off sooner or later,” she snorted at the blunt statement before continuing. “I’ve had other things to keep me occupied as it is, so I got no desire to go back anytime soon. Mister Grump eventually got me to stop gamblin’ besides – told me he wouldn’t put up with havin’ me along if I had a whole string of debt collectors followin’ us from every town we went through, so I eventually had t’stop with that bad habit of mine. Haven’t gambled once fer quite a few years now, I’m proud t’say. Point bein’, I don’t think I’d have much to do if I went back, really.”
“An interesting story, Miss Ehver,” her companion chuckled, leaning back comfortably. The odd little elf – more like a human in personality than anything else – bobbed her head enthusiastically, swaying to the side a bit.
“Explains a bunch, now doesn’t it?” she asked cheerily.
“It does indeed…It does indeed.”
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Growing up without any family of her own to guide her in the proper decorum of an elf, and spending almost all of her time in the neighboring merchant towns, Ehver never grew into the usual personality that most elves carry. With no one to tell her what to do or hold her back, she quickly became reckless and carefree, bowling head on through life without a second thought as to the consequences of her actions. She grew to be particularly independent, gazing on those around her as, more often then not, people created for her own personal amusement. After spending enough time with the rowdy humans of the neighboring towns, she eventually began to shy away from the elven kinfolk in her small, nameless hometown, and eventually from elves in general. She has none of the same prejudices as many of her kin, having spent most of her lifetime with greedy merchants and a grumpy dwarf. She tends to enjoy things that are honest and straightforward more than the soft, dishonest politeness of her elven kin. She is extremely shortsighted, and while she is fiercely loyal to the people close to her, she has almost no interest whatsoever in strangers, and cares little for the plights of those not directly connected to herself. While she would sacrifice her own life without a second thought for her friends, she is rather callously cold to the many troubles of strangers all across the world. Because of this she may seem selfish, though more likely it is simply because she can be rather narrow minded, and rarely looks beyond what is right in front of her.
Starting Age: 112
Height: 5”1
Weight: 95 lbs.
Race: Elven
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class(es): Bard/Arcane Archer
Notable Body Language: Rolling onto the back of her heels and bouncing; scratching her cheek; rubbing her neck; crooked grin; sitting cross legged
Personality: Reckless, carefree, rash, generally cheerful, sociable, confident, easily amused, blunt, honest, curious, careless, often selfish
Personal Oddities: Mumbles in dwarven instead of elven; avoids the company of elves – unless the elf in question has an interesting or unusual personality; despises and rarely speaks with women; doesn’t enjoy sweet things; plays the violin
Accent: Depending on her mood and the subject on which she speaks, Ehver may or may not speak with an accent. Her accent seems to be a force of habit that occasionally asserts itself, though more often then not she speaks in a normal tone, without one.
When An Elf Ceases To Be Elven: The Story Of Ehver Elisai
[/center]“Many people have commented on that,” she grinned, rolling slowly onto the back of her heels and bouncing as she arched a brow at her companion. “You aren’t the first, I must say. And it’s getting rather dull, hearing the same thing over and over again. Shall I tell you my story?” The man grinned at her, shifting a bit and settling down to get more comfortable. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the eager gleam in her eyes and the way her mouth twisted up into something of a mischievously crooked grin. She had a very expressive face – another thing that set her apart from many of her elven kin.
“I don’t think I could stop you from telling it if I tried,” the man remarked, shaking his head slightly. She laughed at that – a brilliant, melodious sound as she scratched her cheek sheepishly.
“Yer correct there. But no worries. I think it’ll explain a lot and then maybe you’ll stop botherin’ me about it.” With a swirl of her cloak she flopped into her usual sitting position – her legs folded Indian style before her and her arms resting loosely in her lap. She leaned back for a moment, her mismatched gaze flicking to the sky before beginning her tale.
“Well, y’see, I was born in a small, nameless town on the very outskirts of the High Forest. I don’t really know if you can call it a town though. It was more like a collection of little huts, all leaning together on the side of a dusty road. Most of the people who lived there were poor folk, livin’ off the scraps from their gardens and making whatever else they needed to get by. It was a pleasant place though. The people were nice and everyone knew each other – mostly ‘cause there weren’t too many people to know.” She laughed softly, her gaze flicking back down to her companion and her expression gleaming with amusement.
“Well, I don’t recall much of my neighbors, to tell the truth, but I’ll get to that later. Y’see, this little nameless town of mine sat on the edge of a road that meandered off in a couple directions, and about a day’s journey away in each direction one could find a larger town – usually a merchant outpost or some such. That was where I spent most of my time. Y’see, my mum was always a frail lady – she almost died in childbirth, y’know? Well anyway, she was always rather frail and sickly and no matter how many times we got her patched up by some traveling cleric or another, she always fell ill again within the month. For awhile there the neighborhood families would help me out with paying the cost of her healin’, but seein’ as she kept getting sick and they were all rather poor as it was, that eventually stopped. I had to take care of her myself, being her only family.” She paused for a moment, scratching her cheek thoughtfully before explaining. “I never knew my father. Ran off before I was born, so tha’s why he wasn’t around to take care of her.”
“Anyway,” she smiled pleasantly as she continued. “My mother was in a good deal of trouble, with all her constant sicknesses. I was getting older too, so I knew I had to find a way to make some gold, and quick like too. I started travelin’ down to the merchant outposts to try and make a bit of coin for my mother and I eventually fell in love with those places. They were much different from my nameless little home – full of bustling people of all different races, rushing around and selling and buying and gambling and drinking and whoring and singing and…well, all sorts of stuff no one ever did in my town. So I took to spendin’ my free time there, when I could, and tryin’ to make a bit of coin on the side.”
“As you probably know, most merchant towns have a place for some gamblin’. That’s where I made what little I could to support my mother. That and a whole load of borrowin’ from the local merchants, who heard my plight and decided to help me out…of course, for a little extra. They said I’d hafta pay them back with ‘interest’ after my mom got better and I got hold of the gold t’do so. I was young then, mind you, and didn’t know nothing of the troubles of borrowin’. I was but a child, so I took the money without thinkin’ and spent it to help my mum…and kept a little fer myself, fer some gamblin’ fun, of course.” The man watched as her face lit up, the crooked grin on her face widening.
“I was a nasty little thing, I must say. Rather selfish. Y’see, my mum was always sick, for as long as I could remember, so I never got really close to her. I suppose I always saw her as somethin’ of a burden…someone I had to take care of, even though I didn’t know why. Even when I was home, she was mostly in bed restin’, so we never really had a chance to bond or anything like that. I kinda get the feelin’ I wouldn’ta liked her much even if we had though. But that ain’t the point. On with the story.”
“I became a regular sight in the merchant towns all around our little nameless town. I showed up at least once every week, borrowin’ from the local merchants and gamblin’ myself into pits of poverty – not that I wasn’t already in one already. I told ‘em all that I would pay them back as soon as my mother got better, though, and they let me keep at it. As long as I had gold to play with, no one really cared whether I was young or in debt or not. I jus’ kept comin’ back for more, occasionally winnin’ myself the big stuff and payin’ off my merchant loaners bit by bit – though never enough to completely satisfy them.”
“Eventually, as y’can probably imagine, my mum passed away. All the healing potions and the services I could buy couldn’t help her much. She was jus’ naturally fragile, the clerics said. I can’t say I missed her much, really. I felt a little lost at first, not knowin’ what I was supposed to work for without her around, but this was somethin’ I couldn’t dwell on too much. I was around 87 or so, at this time. And I was in a lot of debt.”
“Hearin’ that my mum was dead and gone, the merchants all begin clamorin’ for their payment. I didn’t have anythin’ on me, of course. I spent most of my time gamblin’, trying to win back what I lost when I could, and only getting myself into deeper trouble, ‘course. Eventually I wasn’t allowed to gamble at all, in truth, and then I had nothin’ to do. But to that in a moment.”
“There was a young elf who was rather enamored with me, I’m proud to say. He wasn’t really rich, but not poor either. A humble merchant in one of the neighboring towns who had seen me around quite a bit. We talked a lot, durin’ my visits – mostly cause he’d buy me meals, otherwise I probably wouldn’ta put up with him. Anyway, he took a likin’ to me and told me if’n I married him, he’d take care of my debt right quick. Well, I didn’t wanna marry him. At this point, as you can imagine, I didn’t care for elves much. I had gotten so used to the rowdy hustle and bustle that came with the merchant lifestyle that the idea of livin’ quietly with someone who was polite and sweet all the time didn’t appeal to me at all. I wanted someone who was alive. Someone who could shout and yell – someone who was fun and troublesome and annoying, someone who was always moving…I never cared for the slow, quiet lifestyle of my elven kin. And I especially didn’t care fer their uptight, arrogant attitude concerin’ just about everything. I didn’t like that distant sense that seemed to scream ‘I’m better than you all’ from somewhere way up high. I liked the down in the dirt, in your face tones of humans and dwarves and the other races – the ambitious and greedy ones who didn’t look down on life itself with condescendin’ eyes. Not to mention I was but a child, and the idea of marriage had never been among my many dreams. But anyway…I’m getting’ off.”
“I refused to marry the man, as y’can imagine – which left me with all the trouble of my debt and no one to help me with it. Eventually I was cornered into a situation where I really couldn’t get out, and I think tha’s when I realized I needed to run. So I did.” She paused to laugh there, running a hand through the tangled mess of her hair and grinning at her companion wickedly.
“I ran,” she reiterated. “Well, I had never really been off on my own before. There had always been someone around. Even in the merchant towns I always knew people, no matter the time or the day or the season. I was rather lost as to what to do on my own, and desperate as well – but there wasn’t no goin’ home. Tha’s when I met my dwarf.” Her expression softened, her shoulders slumping a bit and a warm smile flickered across her lips.
“I call him Mister Grump, mostly. I ran into him along the road and attached myself to ‘im. Don’t ask me how – he certainly didn’t want me along, but I came along anyway. I recall trailing after him, a good distance away, for the first month or so until it finally occurred to him that I wouldn’t be leavin’ him alone. We’ve been together ever since, y’know? Tha’s how I learned dwarven, by the by. He was always grumblin’ to himself – mostly about me, heh – so I picked it up after awhile and eventually learned to speak it after quite a few years. So I’ve been travelin’ all across the world ever since, with Mister Grump at my side.” Her companion leaned back, regarding her silently for a moment before chuckling under his breath and shaking his head.
“So that’s why you’re so odd for an elf, hrm?”
“Well, yup. That’s the short of it, at least. Never spent much time with my elven kin, really – I was always with the humans that were travelin’ through in the merchant towns. Not to mention the fact that I traveled with no one but a grumpy ol’ fart of a dwarf for quite some time. I think after an experience like that, no one can be huffy and arrogant. People’ve told me before that I have the fiery personality of a human and the blunt, honest simplicity of a dwarf before…and I think tha’s a good thing.” She nodded in a matter-of-fact way, her usual crooked grin returning to her face. “So there y’have it! The story of sweet Ehver!”
“So you haven’t been home since, then?” her companion asked, arching a brow slightly and gazing at her exuberant expression curiously. She simply shrugged, her eyes gleaming.
“Nah. I doubt they’d remember me, and most of ‘em were humans, so they’ll probably die off sooner or later,” she snorted at the blunt statement before continuing. “I’ve had other things to keep me occupied as it is, so I got no desire to go back anytime soon. Mister Grump eventually got me to stop gamblin’ besides – told me he wouldn’t put up with havin’ me along if I had a whole string of debt collectors followin’ us from every town we went through, so I eventually had t’stop with that bad habit of mine. Haven’t gambled once fer quite a few years now, I’m proud t’say. Point bein’, I don’t think I’d have much to do if I went back, really.”
“An interesting story, Miss Ehver,” her companion chuckled, leaning back comfortably. The odd little elf – more like a human in personality than anything else – bobbed her head enthusiastically, swaying to the side a bit.
“Explains a bunch, now doesn’t it?” she asked cheerily.
“It does indeed…It does indeed.”
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Growing up without any family of her own to guide her in the proper decorum of an elf, and spending almost all of her time in the neighboring merchant towns, Ehver never grew into the usual personality that most elves carry. With no one to tell her what to do or hold her back, she quickly became reckless and carefree, bowling head on through life without a second thought as to the consequences of her actions. She grew to be particularly independent, gazing on those around her as, more often then not, people created for her own personal amusement. After spending enough time with the rowdy humans of the neighboring towns, she eventually began to shy away from the elven kinfolk in her small, nameless hometown, and eventually from elves in general. She has none of the same prejudices as many of her kin, having spent most of her lifetime with greedy merchants and a grumpy dwarf. She tends to enjoy things that are honest and straightforward more than the soft, dishonest politeness of her elven kin. She is extremely shortsighted, and while she is fiercely loyal to the people close to her, she has almost no interest whatsoever in strangers, and cares little for the plights of those not directly connected to herself. While she would sacrifice her own life without a second thought for her friends, she is rather callously cold to the many troubles of strangers all across the world. Because of this she may seem selfish, though more likely it is simply because she can be rather narrow minded, and rarely looks beyond what is right in front of her.