Tried to make an elf who likes adventure, it eventually evolved into basically Tarzan

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[b][center][h1][color=black]Vania Lasslarin [/color][/h1][/center][/b]
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[u][b][color=black][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[color=black][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] Vania Lasslarin
[color=black][b]Age:[/b][/color] 28
[color=black][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Female
[color=black][b]Birth Date:[/b][/color] 31/11
[color=black][b]Race:[/b] [/color]Elf
[color=black][b]Alignment:[/b] [/color]Neutral

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[u][b][color=black][h3]Appearance[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=black][b]Hair Colour:[/b][/color] Blonde
[color=black][b]Eye Colour:[/b] [/color]Brown
[color=black][b]Face Shape:[/b] [/color] Slender, pointed chin
[color=black][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/color] Fair
[color=black][b]Height:[/b][/color]  5”5/165 cm
[color=black][b]Weight:[/b][/color]  110 lbs/50kg
[color=black][b]Body Type:[/b][/color] Lean
[color=black][b]Natural Markings: [/b][/color]None
[color=black][b]Scar(s): [/b][/color]Faint scars on arms
[color=black][b]Tattoo(s): [/b][/color]None

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[u][b][color=black][h3]Personality[/h3][/color][/b][/u]
[color=black][b]3 Words:[/b][/color] Freedom, Take, Savage
[color=black][b]Like(s):[/b] [/color] Luxuries, stealing, the feeling of besting another
[color=black][b]Dislike(s): [/b][/color] Captivity, rules, working for others

[color=black][b]Want(s): [/b][/color] Adventure
[color=black][b]Fear(s):[/b][/color] Very little

[i][b][color=black][h3]Favourite...[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=black][b]Colour(s):[/b][/color] Blue
[color=black][b]Time of Day:[/b][/color] Evening
[color=black][b]Food:[/b][/color] Cakes, bread, things that are not found in the wild
[color=black][b]Animal:[/b][/color]  Owl
[color=black][b]Place in Terra:[/b][/color]  All of it

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[u][b][color=black][h3]Skills and Attributes[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=black][h3]Skills[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=black][b]Special ablilty/ies:[/b][/color]  None
[color=black][b]Good at...:[/b] [/color] Archery, hunting, climbing trees and navigating their branches, creating remedies and potions
[color=black][b]Bad at...:[/b] [/color] Integrating into society

[i][b][color=black][h3]Traits[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
[color=black][b]Good Habit(s):[/b][/color] None
[color=black][b]Bad Habit(s):[/b][/color]  Stealing, bathing nude, eating very messily

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[u][b][color=black][h3]History[/h3][/color][/b][/u]

[i][b][color=black][h3]The Past[/h3][/color][/b][/i]
Vania always had dreams of adventure. She would listen to her father tell stories of brave warriors who travelled the land, fighting off beasts and evil men. From as young as she could remember, her heart was set on following in the footsteps of these heroes. Her family, however, was strict when it came to traditional lifestyle. Vania was taught how to hunt, how to cook, how to create potions and remedies using naught but the ingredients of the forest, and when she came of age, would be married off to an elf from another family.

Her one solace was that she’d often take daily walks through the forest, where she’d sit at the edge of a small lake three miles out from the village, and play pan pipes. It was during these trips that she met a Fae, and the two became close though they rarely ever talk to each other, being that Vania couldn’t speak in the tongues of man, and the Fae couldn’t speak Elvish. Still, they’d take turns on the pipes, and laugh, and point out the visible wildlife to each other.

But every time this happened, she’d eventually go back home, back to being groomed into a bride. Her solace at home was that every night, she’d read more tales about adventure, and freedom. She finally decided that the day before she was to come of age, she would run away. Away from her family. Away from the Elf her marriage had been arranged with, who she had never even met. The day came, and she wavered in her convictions, but still, she couldn’t stay here a day longer otherwise she’d miss her chance to leave forever, and she’d live an unhappy life regretting it.

She ran. She ran so far that they’d never catch up with her. She didn’t know how far or how long she ran, just that when she stopped, she threw up and then passed out from exhaustion. She woke up feeling nothing but regret. She had been a child. She should return and apologize, but she realised that she was lost. She had made a terrible mistake.

In her search for home she unwittingly travelled further and further away from it, if it hadn’t have been for her training at the hands of her parents, she’d have died. She slowly learned more and more how to survive in the endless forest, and eventually forgot about returning home. This was her life now.

As she got closer to humani civilisation, she started discovering lone human travellers. Once upon a time, she might have engaged them in conversation, but the laws of nature had long since overridden any semblance of civility in her, and she robbed everyone she met, besides Nephilm authorities, whom she quickly learned that she had to flee from to avoid capture.

Once, she actually was captured, but during her year in captivity she learned many things, such as how to speak humani, the factions of Nephim and Revenant and the Gods they worship, and though she was still not a civilised Elf, she was now too educated to be a savage.

[i][b][color=black][h3]The Present[/h3][/color][/b][/i]

Vania did her time, and is now free again. She has returned to the forest as that is the only life she knows, and the honest work of the towns and cities just seems like yet another prison for her. She enjoys being free. Sometimes she will buy nice things from the towns and cities from money she has stolen. She is on the razor’s edge between an intelligent, cosmopolitan being and a beast of nature.

She still has no home, sleeping in caves, up tress, or in streets of towns when nobody tries to move her along. She bathes in rivers and lakes instead of hot baths, and eating food she hasn’t killed herself is a rare luxury for her. Still, there a tiny part of her brain which is unsatisfied with simply living. It yearns for a real quest of purpose. A real adventure. [/hider]