Post by NpnArbiter on Jun 7, 2007 20:39:34 GMT -5
Name: Cheryll
Gender: Female
Age: 21 (Estimate)
Species: Elf
Personality: Rude and Self Centered, she has been known as an attention hog by her old business partners. She almost never has feelings of shame or sorrow, many wonder if she is truly an elf since she contradicts almost all the teachings. She spends most of her off time at a local bar. There has been a rumor lately a twin or sister is coming to visit, and most dread another like her.
History: She was born in Hearthwood years ago, Cheryll might of been a better person back then, she probably was. For all her life there she lived caring for the dragon population that existed nearby. Her parents were an odd couple. Her mother was an Elven Noble who commonly visited the nearby human town to keep peace,
Vesper was the name of the town, a bustling port city, full of humans, along with the occasional banished elf. Cheryll's father was one of those banished elves, a terrible fate he was bestowed. When Cheryll was old enough to leave Hearthwood she was supposed to carry a letter to the Jhelom, a series of islands connected by various ferry services. When Cheryll was going to buy her ticket to across the sea she saw that there was a pirate island nearby. She recognized it as Buccaneer's Den, a city full of pirates, she could get to Jhelom afterwards. When she arrived though, she was tempted by the many crimes there. She had gotten very drunk when she arrived to Jhelom, and one of the guards ordered she to be taken to Vesper or the elves might bring a curse down on the town. When her mother found her in Vesper she brought her back to Hearthwood. The Royal Family ordered she be banished to the human lands. Cheryll's mother hoped to keep Cheryll away from the Tyrant uprising in the nearby human lands, so she sent her through a portal far away. To this day Cheryll has limited magic and has lost infinite youth, she was in Diamonto Mercado.
Roleplay Sample::
Cheryll tossed the glass bottle aside and shifted her weight away from the wall she was just leaning against. A bit of rum had spilled on her white cotton blouse. She blew a pressured breathe of frustration through her teeth and started towards the end of the narrow alley. The sounds of people bustling about the city was the greatest music to Cheryll, it meant money. She walked idly towards main street, that was where her house was. A strong gust of wind blew through the streets just then, people dropped bags and cages full of merchandise. Cheryll's hair blew out of the bow she tied her hair back with and the green tips of soft hair almost touched the waist of her leather shorts. She brushed the dust off of her clothing and continued down the street. When Cheryll passed the docks she stopped a moment. Her oak brown eyes glazed over in sight of the majestic merchant ships. Then continued her way through the city, the thought lingering in her head. To go back home.
Other: She comprehends every trade language. She can speak old Elven and Dragon. She can speak most of the trade languages, but always has trouble with dwarves.
Jobs:
Breeder
Gender: Female
Age: 21 (Estimate)
Species: Elf
Personality: Rude and Self Centered, she has been known as an attention hog by her old business partners. She almost never has feelings of shame or sorrow, many wonder if she is truly an elf since she contradicts almost all the teachings. She spends most of her off time at a local bar. There has been a rumor lately a twin or sister is coming to visit, and most dread another like her.
History: She was born in Hearthwood years ago, Cheryll might of been a better person back then, she probably was. For all her life there she lived caring for the dragon population that existed nearby. Her parents were an odd couple. Her mother was an Elven Noble who commonly visited the nearby human town to keep peace,
Vesper was the name of the town, a bustling port city, full of humans, along with the occasional banished elf. Cheryll's father was one of those banished elves, a terrible fate he was bestowed. When Cheryll was old enough to leave Hearthwood she was supposed to carry a letter to the Jhelom, a series of islands connected by various ferry services. When Cheryll was going to buy her ticket to across the sea she saw that there was a pirate island nearby. She recognized it as Buccaneer's Den, a city full of pirates, she could get to Jhelom afterwards. When she arrived though, she was tempted by the many crimes there. She had gotten very drunk when she arrived to Jhelom, and one of the guards ordered she to be taken to Vesper or the elves might bring a curse down on the town. When her mother found her in Vesper she brought her back to Hearthwood. The Royal Family ordered she be banished to the human lands. Cheryll's mother hoped to keep Cheryll away from the Tyrant uprising in the nearby human lands, so she sent her through a portal far away. To this day Cheryll has limited magic and has lost infinite youth, she was in Diamonto Mercado.
Roleplay Sample::
Cheryll tossed the glass bottle aside and shifted her weight away from the wall she was just leaning against. A bit of rum had spilled on her white cotton blouse. She blew a pressured breathe of frustration through her teeth and started towards the end of the narrow alley. The sounds of people bustling about the city was the greatest music to Cheryll, it meant money. She walked idly towards main street, that was where her house was. A strong gust of wind blew through the streets just then, people dropped bags and cages full of merchandise. Cheryll's hair blew out of the bow she tied her hair back with and the green tips of soft hair almost touched the waist of her leather shorts. She brushed the dust off of her clothing and continued down the street. When Cheryll passed the docks she stopped a moment. Her oak brown eyes glazed over in sight of the majestic merchant ships. Then continued her way through the city, the thought lingering in her head. To go back home.
Other: She comprehends every trade language. She can speak old Elven and Dragon. She can speak most of the trade languages, but always has trouble with dwarves.
Jobs:
Breeder