Post by Avvy on Oct 29, 2011 5:21:24 GMT -5
Character Name: Niamh
Age: a young elf, appears perhaps 20 or so in human years for comparison.
Weight: next to nothing.
Distinguishing marks: A bushy white tail wags behind her. Her legs from the 'knees' down are strange and animal-like. Her teeth are pointed, more like those of an animal then an elf.
Eyes: Pale blue, nearly white with a faint red ring around the iris. There's a feral look to them.
Hair: White as bone and often tangled.
Skin: Also white as bone, though often there's dirt on it.
Appearance: There's something wild about this elven druid. Her eyes flash almost dangerous if she starts to get angry with something, or someone. You get the distinct feeling that if provoked, she might just tear a person's throat out, and you wouldn't be wrong in that feeling. But most of the time she seems good natured and friendly, the bushy wolf's tail wagging behind her as she bounces around. Her speech isn't that strong but she usually manages to understand what you mean and get her point across, yet there are times when that wildness, the feral look, vanishes and she speaks perfectly clearly and lucidly, and then it's gone again. Is it all an act?
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How she came to Siranda?
A soft wail filled the night sky breaking the silence of the moonlight wood. It was like the world had been holding it's breath, waiting for that single sound. The brown haired elf leaned back, her sunkissed skin was soaked with sweat, at her side her husband lost the tension in his body. They had brought a child into the world. Outside the house the wood breathed with elves sighing. The child was born. So few these days came into the world that each one was waited on, each pregnant woman guarded jealously by the community.
"It is a girl, what will you name her?"
"Mistaral Thara Elthelwiael Niamh"
The elder nodded and handed the infant to her father before leading him to the balcony that circled the elf home. The father beamed with pride as he looked down on the infant, the smile faded though as he viewed his daughter for the first time.
"She has no colour."
"No, she is kissed by the moon. She will have a hard life, but she is healthy."
He nodded to the elder and looked out at teh trees, within them at the other elf homes, at the other elves of his town.
"I have a daughter. We have a daughter. Mistaral Thara Elthelwiael Niamh be welcome."
"Be welcome."
The words echoed in the trees like a whisper, the voices of the town speaking as one to welcome the gift of new life.
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Niamh sat listening to the lesson in language, but she couldn't focus. The wind was coming from the west this morning and it filled her nostrils with the scent of new flowers. She wanted to be out of the house and in the forest exploring.
"Mistaral Thara Elthelwiael Niamh focus on your lesson, you need to learn this."
The tiny albino elf stuck her tongue out at her teacher and bounced to her feet, fleeing the house in the trees and springing to the branches of a close by maple. The elder woman shook her head as she watched the small child bolt. A soft whistle and the scouts were after her, a few moments and she was safely back in her seat.
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"She's not bound for this life, Jaenar. She can't sit still long enough to learn her lessons. She hears the wood call."
"You're sure, Lyrine? She's not just a restless child?"
"I am, but we will call the Elders to come and test her."
------
The young girl sat on her hands as the ancient druid looked down at her. She giggled and bounced to her feet, throwing her tiny snow white arms around the black panther that was at his side. The druid shook his head in disbelief at how fearless the child was, but it told him much of what he needed to know. The girl was of the forest at heart.
It was only a few days before the druid was waiting at the edge of the town. Niamh stood looking up at her parents.
"I'm going away? Why?"
"To become a druid my love."
"Can't I stay with you?"
"No. Go with the Elder and you will be free and happy. Silvanus be always in your hearts my dearest child."
They stooped and hugged their small child and then nodded to the druid who took the little girl's hand in his weathered one and started to walk her away. Just before they turned with the path and would no longer see the town she broke away and ran back a few steps.
"What if I forget you?"
"You never will, your heart will always know where it comes from my little Snowflake."
"I love you mama."
"I love you too."
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Twenty years in the Ringwood saw the young albino elf looking perhaps ten to the humans within the Druidic order. They smiled fondly at their strange pale charge. She was so full of life and questions. She had no interest in learning the aspects of life that were those of civilization and so they made no effort to teach such things to her. Instead they taught her of nature, of Life, of balance. She was constantly dirty, her snowy skin showing such things clearly, but they didn't mind, so long as she didn't start to stink, then she was thrown into the stream giggling and squealing. It was a nice change to have one so young, so perpetually young, amongst their order, a breath of life.
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It was during her thirtieth year (about 12 to humans) that Niamh came across the wolf pack. The small elf was exploring the edges of the Ringwood at the base of mount Faeloth when she came face to face with a mottled grey pup, it was larger then any pup she had seen though. The two youths stared at each other and then a deep growl startled them both as a dire wolf stepped between them, the massive head lowered to snarl at the elven intruder. Niamh smiled up at the threatening creature and pat it's nose. The startled wolf stepped back then moved closer and licked the little girl.
From that point on the Druids of Ringwood knew where to find their young charge when she went missing. Just look for the direwolves and there she was, playing with the pups or curled up with the adults having a nap amongst the thick fur. Her lessons continued but the girl grew wilder as she grew older. The young pup she had first met was never far from her side, aging with her. The druids made no comment, there was no need, they understood the bond that was growing between the two and would make no move to stop such a bond, they all had it in some form with their own companions.
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Niamh visited the Druid grove from time to time, but she had split from living with the Order, choosing instead to live with Hajiri's pack, her pack. She still learned from the Druids, she was one of them, but she was wilder, her language skills forgotten. She was a creature of the forest now, half feral. The ancient druids just smiled, very few remembered her as a child, they just knew her as the sweet, innocent elf that she was. They kept an eye on her and kept the truth of the world from her free heart. That's not to say she was oblivious to the world, just from the harshness of civilization. She understood the basics. The castle in the wood, the people there. She understood the basics of it all, in her primitive way.
------
The old elf sent a call out into the woods and Niamh answered. She stood looking up at the wrinkled, ancient druid who had brought her to the forest so many years ago, and she smiled.
"I am old, Niamh. Come, it is time you learned the greatest thing of the Ringwood. It is time you saw her Heart."
"Yes Alpha."
He smiled indulgently at her term and lead her into a cave and deep into the earth beneath the forest into a cavern that shone with red light. Niamh could feel life pulsing through the chamber the second she stepped into the rock.
"This is the Heart of the Wood, Niamh. Do you understand it?"
The pale elf smiled and moved forward, she didn't dare touch the large red crystals, but she could feel them beating, could feel the life pulse through them, she closed her blue eyes and listened, hearing the voice of the Ringwood.
"Remember this place Niamh."
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Niamh woke, something was wrong in the wood. The wolves were prowling. She rose to her feet, crouched and listening. At her side Hajiri snarled and spun, ears flat. Niamh rose and the two of them moved with speed through the trees, the sounds of fighting rose from the castle and from the city to the east. The grove was empty, no, not empty, devoid of life. People moved in it and Hajiri leapt infront of Niamh, tearing into the undead husk of one of the druids. Pale eyes grew wide and the two of them moved again, racing through the wood to find the pack, but they were gone, torn apart by the undead. Niamh didn't understand what had happened, only that nature's balance had been overturned.
Age: a young elf, appears perhaps 20 or so in human years for comparison.
Weight: next to nothing.
Distinguishing marks: A bushy white tail wags behind her. Her legs from the 'knees' down are strange and animal-like. Her teeth are pointed, more like those of an animal then an elf.
Eyes: Pale blue, nearly white with a faint red ring around the iris. There's a feral look to them.
Hair: White as bone and often tangled.
Skin: Also white as bone, though often there's dirt on it.
Appearance: There's something wild about this elven druid. Her eyes flash almost dangerous if she starts to get angry with something, or someone. You get the distinct feeling that if provoked, she might just tear a person's throat out, and you wouldn't be wrong in that feeling. But most of the time she seems good natured and friendly, the bushy wolf's tail wagging behind her as she bounces around. Her speech isn't that strong but she usually manages to understand what you mean and get her point across, yet there are times when that wildness, the feral look, vanishes and she speaks perfectly clearly and lucidly, and then it's gone again. Is it all an act?
----
How she came to Siranda?
A soft wail filled the night sky breaking the silence of the moonlight wood. It was like the world had been holding it's breath, waiting for that single sound. The brown haired elf leaned back, her sunkissed skin was soaked with sweat, at her side her husband lost the tension in his body. They had brought a child into the world. Outside the house the wood breathed with elves sighing. The child was born. So few these days came into the world that each one was waited on, each pregnant woman guarded jealously by the community.
"It is a girl, what will you name her?"
"Mistaral Thara Elthelwiael Niamh"
The elder nodded and handed the infant to her father before leading him to the balcony that circled the elf home. The father beamed with pride as he looked down on the infant, the smile faded though as he viewed his daughter for the first time.
"She has no colour."
"No, she is kissed by the moon. She will have a hard life, but she is healthy."
He nodded to the elder and looked out at teh trees, within them at the other elf homes, at the other elves of his town.
"I have a daughter. We have a daughter. Mistaral Thara Elthelwiael Niamh be welcome."
"Be welcome."
The words echoed in the trees like a whisper, the voices of the town speaking as one to welcome the gift of new life.
--------
Niamh sat listening to the lesson in language, but she couldn't focus. The wind was coming from the west this morning and it filled her nostrils with the scent of new flowers. She wanted to be out of the house and in the forest exploring.
"Mistaral Thara Elthelwiael Niamh focus on your lesson, you need to learn this."
The tiny albino elf stuck her tongue out at her teacher and bounced to her feet, fleeing the house in the trees and springing to the branches of a close by maple. The elder woman shook her head as she watched the small child bolt. A soft whistle and the scouts were after her, a few moments and she was safely back in her seat.
------
"She's not bound for this life, Jaenar. She can't sit still long enough to learn her lessons. She hears the wood call."
"You're sure, Lyrine? She's not just a restless child?"
"I am, but we will call the Elders to come and test her."
------
The young girl sat on her hands as the ancient druid looked down at her. She giggled and bounced to her feet, throwing her tiny snow white arms around the black panther that was at his side. The druid shook his head in disbelief at how fearless the child was, but it told him much of what he needed to know. The girl was of the forest at heart.
It was only a few days before the druid was waiting at the edge of the town. Niamh stood looking up at her parents.
"I'm going away? Why?"
"To become a druid my love."
"Can't I stay with you?"
"No. Go with the Elder and you will be free and happy. Silvanus be always in your hearts my dearest child."
They stooped and hugged their small child and then nodded to the druid who took the little girl's hand in his weathered one and started to walk her away. Just before they turned with the path and would no longer see the town she broke away and ran back a few steps.
"What if I forget you?"
"You never will, your heart will always know where it comes from my little Snowflake."
"I love you mama."
"I love you too."
--------
Twenty years in the Ringwood saw the young albino elf looking perhaps ten to the humans within the Druidic order. They smiled fondly at their strange pale charge. She was so full of life and questions. She had no interest in learning the aspects of life that were those of civilization and so they made no effort to teach such things to her. Instead they taught her of nature, of Life, of balance. She was constantly dirty, her snowy skin showing such things clearly, but they didn't mind, so long as she didn't start to stink, then she was thrown into the stream giggling and squealing. It was a nice change to have one so young, so perpetually young, amongst their order, a breath of life.
------
It was during her thirtieth year (about 12 to humans) that Niamh came across the wolf pack. The small elf was exploring the edges of the Ringwood at the base of mount Faeloth when she came face to face with a mottled grey pup, it was larger then any pup she had seen though. The two youths stared at each other and then a deep growl startled them both as a dire wolf stepped between them, the massive head lowered to snarl at the elven intruder. Niamh smiled up at the threatening creature and pat it's nose. The startled wolf stepped back then moved closer and licked the little girl.
From that point on the Druids of Ringwood knew where to find their young charge when she went missing. Just look for the direwolves and there she was, playing with the pups or curled up with the adults having a nap amongst the thick fur. Her lessons continued but the girl grew wilder as she grew older. The young pup she had first met was never far from her side, aging with her. The druids made no comment, there was no need, they understood the bond that was growing between the two and would make no move to stop such a bond, they all had it in some form with their own companions.
------
Niamh visited the Druid grove from time to time, but she had split from living with the Order, choosing instead to live with Hajiri's pack, her pack. She still learned from the Druids, she was one of them, but she was wilder, her language skills forgotten. She was a creature of the forest now, half feral. The ancient druids just smiled, very few remembered her as a child, they just knew her as the sweet, innocent elf that she was. They kept an eye on her and kept the truth of the world from her free heart. That's not to say she was oblivious to the world, just from the harshness of civilization. She understood the basics. The castle in the wood, the people there. She understood the basics of it all, in her primitive way.
------
The old elf sent a call out into the woods and Niamh answered. She stood looking up at the wrinkled, ancient druid who had brought her to the forest so many years ago, and she smiled.
"I am old, Niamh. Come, it is time you learned the greatest thing of the Ringwood. It is time you saw her Heart."
"Yes Alpha."
He smiled indulgently at her term and lead her into a cave and deep into the earth beneath the forest into a cavern that shone with red light. Niamh could feel life pulsing through the chamber the second she stepped into the rock.
"This is the Heart of the Wood, Niamh. Do you understand it?"
The pale elf smiled and moved forward, she didn't dare touch the large red crystals, but she could feel them beating, could feel the life pulse through them, she closed her blue eyes and listened, hearing the voice of the Ringwood.
"Remember this place Niamh."
-------
Niamh woke, something was wrong in the wood. The wolves were prowling. She rose to her feet, crouched and listening. At her side Hajiri snarled and spun, ears flat. Niamh rose and the two of them moved with speed through the trees, the sounds of fighting rose from the castle and from the city to the east. The grove was empty, no, not empty, devoid of life. People moved in it and Hajiri leapt infront of Niamh, tearing into the undead husk of one of the druids. Pale eyes grew wide and the two of them moved again, racing through the wood to find the pack, but they were gone, torn apart by the undead. Niamh didn't understand what had happened, only that nature's balance had been overturned.