[b]Personal Information:[/b] [b]Name:[/b] Chylvie Mithral [i]Alias:[/i] Bladedancer, Chilly, Vanity Princess, Gloomy Elf, Miss Shameless [b]Age:[/b] 21 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Race:[/b] Dark Elf [b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=Chylvie Mithral][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/0cc0bd6a-4fc4-4794-ad1c-9d45be4ced9b.jpg[/img][/hider] Chylvie Mithral is a young dark elf, and as per usual with elves in general, she is very physically attractive. Lean, slender and well-sculpted limbs, with just the right amoutn of muscalture to not look either waifish nor ripped. She has an ample bosom, peach-shaped posterior, supple thighs and a slim, flat and taut waist and abdomen. Her skin is a lustrous caramel color and her hair, which is naturally white, has been dyed a radiant golden color, is tied into a long ponytail while a pair of sidelocks fall down the sides of her face, framing it nicely along with her bangs. Her eyes are fierce and focsed, with a light red tincture to them. Her voice is soft and calm, but also a bit cold. her facial expression is usually sullen, disapproving or outright expressionless. Her body-language is very dismissive and hostile, usually having her arms folded, or on her hips while standing fully straight. That said, when she walks, she rolls her hips and almost seem to be gliding. As for Chylvie's attire... It's very minimalistic. She wears an armored, blue jacket with golden trim on her torso - which exposes almost her entire midsection, cleavage and leaves her midriff completely exposed. The back of the outfit is armored with light plates though, some of which wrap around her waist, protecting her sides. It also has a very high collar which is kept buttoned up always, hiding her neck and throat. Her lower body isn't much better. A pair of thighhigh armored leggings are attached with garter-straps to what looks like a swimsuit or bikini-bottom - though she typically wears a very short, blue skirt when going out on the town. Apart from this, she wearws a pair of ankle-high, brown boots on her feet and a pair of armored gloves on her hands. [i]Height:[/i] 5'4" / 163 cm [i]Weight:[/i] 112 lb / 51 kg [i]Eye color:[/i] Light red [i]Hair color:[/i] Dyed Blonde, originally white [b]Personality:[/b] Chylvie is a ... Difficult... Person, in many ways. As with all elves, she is extremely adverse to physical contact, unless it's with someone she knows very well, or has incredible trust in. She is few-worded, sharp-tongued, easily irritated, prone to holding grudges, harsh and severe, seemingly cold and often hard to approach. Her eyes and way of speaking makes it difficult for all but the brave or ignorant to try and hold a conversation with her, and her penchant for solitude often causes her to leave mid-way through a casual chat due to losing interest, or not wanting to take part in it anymore. Most people view her as unfriendly, cranky, gloomy and unpleasant. And they're not wrong. She is all that. Chylvie suffers from Porcupine-syndrom, in that trying to get close to her will cause you to get prickked and stung. Only the most persistent and patient people can ever actually manage to get close to her, and the effort might not be worth the reward. For in addition to her above faults, this dark elf is also incredibly aware of her own beauty, and as such is quite vain. She spends a great deal of time making sure her appearance is up thhere in the beauty-rankings and she can be somewhat narcissisti. That being said, she doesn't believe herself to be [i]the[/i] most beautiful or attractive woman alive, she can acknowledge others' attractiveness as well - she just considers her to be up there in the higher clique of pretty people. Despite all these rather off-putting traits, Chylvie has a few, very few, select, redeeming qualities. Foe one, if you're in her Familia, it doesn't matter if she likes you or not on a personal level, she will defend you to death no matter what. If you're willing to put in the effort to try, she will always be willing to help, believing motivation and effort should be rewarded regardless of the outcome. She is also strangely enough, very considerate of peoples' feelings when they're down in the dumps or need a shoulder to lean on, knowing when to leave someone alone or wen to offer them a chest to cry into. Though she only shows this side extremely rarely, and only if she herself believes that what the person in question is going through is actually worth being angry or sad over. She handles alcohol very poorly and will fall asleep after ingesting very low quantities of it. She will forcefully apprehend any female Familia-member who hasn't given their appearance a once-over before heading out, and proceed to personally groom and [i]polish[/i] them up before releasing them. She does not get along with braggarts or those who look down on people weaker than themselves. She also has a strong dislike for Werewolves and Weretigers, due to childhood trauma. With all this being said, Chylvie is not entirely humorless though. She can find jokes and jests amsing, she just isn't the type to laugh loudly and energetically, rather letting out a slight, quiet chuckle with her mouth briefly smiling. [i]Likes:[/i] Kindness, Effort, Humility, Praise, Mead, Fashion, Pretty girls, Handsome men, Stargazing, Moonlit walks, Peace and quiet [i]Dislikes:[/i] Being touched, Ugly people, Bragging, Oppression, Bullies, Mockery, Werewolves, Weretigers, Insults, Forced politeness [i]Hobbies:[/i] Trying on various outfits, Inspecting self in mirror, Beauty-care, Fashion, Shopping, Nighttime walks, Forcefully grooming Tiramis the Slob [b]Background:[/b] Chylvie grew up in a village far away from Orario. She doesn't speak much about it, nearly nothing at all actually. But from what Lady Athena could pry out of her, it seems she lived a quiet life until some bandits, who were roaming werewolves and weretigers, showed up and attacked her home. Her father was slain, her mother kidnapped and she was left for dead since the attackers couldn't find her. They apparently torched most of the buildings after they left and the entire ordeal was nothing short of misery incarnate. She somehow managed to survive though, and eventually made it to Orario. She joined a small Familia and began visiting the dungeon. Eventually however, some of her fellow Familia members got into an argument with members of a much larger Familia. Arguments led to physical violence which led to a War Game. Obviously, the smaller and weaker Familia she was a part of couldn't stand against the might of a much larger one, and they were subsequently defeated - with the God of her Familia being forced to leave Orario and disband his Familia. It didn't help that some of the oposing Familia's members were a group of werewolves, who mocked and verbally insulted the weaker, defeated Familia further. Although most of her fellow Familia members went on to join new Familia, or even the Familia that had beatent hem, Chylvie refused tod o either. She bitterly remained alone, refusing to accept that just because someone wasn't as strong or numerous, they were deserving of being pushed around and made fun of. She eventually heard of the misfortune that had befallen Athena and her Familia, and sought them out. Once arriving at their door, and seeing the miserable state of the Goddess, the survivors and those taking care of them, the dark elf felt an immediate connection with these people. They were clinging on, even after a horrible tragedy, even though others either didn't care or even sneered at their misfortune. She vowed then and there, to herself, that no matter what, she would keep these people from suffering what her old Familia had. Since Athena wasn't in her right mind after the events, Chylvie's joining was a bit unorthodox. She didn't need to go through the trial like the other members had - but once Grent told her about it, she decided to complete it on her own, regardless of whetever Athena had administered it or not. She did complete it though, and her dedication and silent support of the Familia was one of the supporting pillars that helped the Goddess recover - eventually. [b]Wallet:[/b] 50,000 Valis [b]Parameters & Skills:[/b] [b]Level:[/b] 2 [b]Achieved Floor:[/b] 18 [b]Class:[/b] Adventurer [b]Affiliation:[/b] Athena Familia [b]Equipment:[/b] - Armored, Light-plated revealing jacket - Light-plated Thighhigh leg-armor - Quality Dark Elf Scimitar - Adventurer's Ankle-boots - 2x Low-Quality Magic Daggers (Lightning-element) [b]Stats:[/b] •Strength: E •Endurance: E •Dexterity: B •Agility: B •Magic: D [b]Basic Skills:[/b] - Mind Load [i](Increases power stat when attacking by using mind. Active trigger)[/i] [b]Development Skills:[/b] - Abnormal Resistance: I [b]Spells:[/b] - [i]Aero Xiphos:[/i] A medium-length chant that summons seven, aerial blades of magic air, which are launched at an enemy by aiming the left arm in the desired direction. The blades are very sharp and cause small, magical explosions upon imact with tough, solid material like walls, floor or ceiling.