Post by Saelli on Sept 20, 2005 16:22:51 GMT -5
Name: Illenya
Age: Old even for a long-lived elf, Illenya no longer remembers the year she was born, although she has lived long enough that she can remember her parents telling her how horrible the turmiol that caused the realms to be as they are was, although Illenya was never told what happened to create the turmiol in the first place.
Gender: Female
Type of creature: Elf
Realm: Elven
Appearance: Illenya has long silvery hair that flows over her shoulders down to her waist. Her deep emerald eyes flash with a deep knowing, that shows she has passed through trials the like of which many shall never know.
Personality: Illenya is fair, kind, gentle, wise, and loyal to her race. She always honor her word, whether she said it yesterday or a thousand years ago. She is a fierce fighter, especially when her anger is roused. Her singing voce is beautiful, and one of her greatest joys in life is to play the lyre.
History: Illenya was born a few thousand years after the turmiol that split the realms. Roughly three hundred years after she was born, she wandered as a rebel for about 200 years before returning to the Elven kingdom. Durning that time, she fell in love with a mortal man, Myarn. The two of them were lovers, for a time, but the man died to save her. Illenya will never forgive herself for not protecting him, not matter what the odds were that day. She will always believe that she could have done more, and that perhaps he could have lived to experiance old age.
Illenya became a close friend of the girl who was princess when she gave up her wanderings, the girl who eventually became queen. Not too long ago--for elves, that is, in the human realm it's generations of time--that queen died childless and appointed Illenya her heir. Illenya still grieves for the many losses she has suffered over the years, but she is a strong and fair queen who always does the best for her people.
Other: Illenya is the queen of the elven realm.
IC: Illenya walked the roads of her kingdom, noding to those she passed. She was in no mood for talking on this day, the dark seemed to be rising once again in all the realms and she feared for everyone, not only the elves. Striding up to the Gate, she realized someone was trying to get through. Illenya cast a thread of magic into the Gate, seeking the being. "Who passes into the Realm of the Elves?" she asked, her voice dangerous. There was no reply, just a furious preasure that bore her down. Creating sheilds as strong as she needed was no easy task, although Illenya managed. With the remaining power, the queen thrust out, trying to rid the world of this creature. A scream split the air, leaving behind ringing silence as the creature vanished and Illenya collapsed unconcious to the ground.
Codeword: wordplay, waltz, bloom
Age: Old even for a long-lived elf, Illenya no longer remembers the year she was born, although she has lived long enough that she can remember her parents telling her how horrible the turmiol that caused the realms to be as they are was, although Illenya was never told what happened to create the turmiol in the first place.
Gender: Female
Type of creature: Elf
Realm: Elven
Appearance: Illenya has long silvery hair that flows over her shoulders down to her waist. Her deep emerald eyes flash with a deep knowing, that shows she has passed through trials the like of which many shall never know.
Personality: Illenya is fair, kind, gentle, wise, and loyal to her race. She always honor her word, whether she said it yesterday or a thousand years ago. She is a fierce fighter, especially when her anger is roused. Her singing voce is beautiful, and one of her greatest joys in life is to play the lyre.
History: Illenya was born a few thousand years after the turmiol that split the realms. Roughly three hundred years after she was born, she wandered as a rebel for about 200 years before returning to the Elven kingdom. Durning that time, she fell in love with a mortal man, Myarn. The two of them were lovers, for a time, but the man died to save her. Illenya will never forgive herself for not protecting him, not matter what the odds were that day. She will always believe that she could have done more, and that perhaps he could have lived to experiance old age.
Illenya became a close friend of the girl who was princess when she gave up her wanderings, the girl who eventually became queen. Not too long ago--for elves, that is, in the human realm it's generations of time--that queen died childless and appointed Illenya her heir. Illenya still grieves for the many losses she has suffered over the years, but she is a strong and fair queen who always does the best for her people.
Other: Illenya is the queen of the elven realm.
IC: Illenya walked the roads of her kingdom, noding to those she passed. She was in no mood for talking on this day, the dark seemed to be rising once again in all the realms and she feared for everyone, not only the elves. Striding up to the Gate, she realized someone was trying to get through. Illenya cast a thread of magic into the Gate, seeking the being. "Who passes into the Realm of the Elves?" she asked, her voice dangerous. There was no reply, just a furious preasure that bore her down. Creating sheilds as strong as she needed was no easy task, although Illenya managed. With the remaining power, the queen thrust out, trying to rid the world of this creature. A scream split the air, leaving behind ringing silence as the creature vanished and Illenya collapsed unconcious to the ground.
Codeword: wordplay, waltz, bloom
