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Okay I'll work on the c.s. tomorrow. Off to bed! g'night.
shouldn't be too hard

this is the general consensus

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@December

No that's okay I'm just trying to decide on clothing for the picture. Would they be dressed as warriors or as everyday people?
@December

Did we settle on a time period?
Allegiance: GOOD

Name: Elyria

Titles: The Princess, The Blue witch, The Blue Elf

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Race: Half Elf and Half witch

Appearance:

Personality: Elyria is quiet and observant much of the time as one might expect of someone living in two worlds. She never fit in fully with either the witch community nor the elven one. A gentle soul by nature her protectiveness could not save her family. She wants vengeance on the Dark Lord for killing her father (elf) and turning her mother (witch) evil.

Weapons: She carries a short sword on her hip hidden by her cloak and also carries a bow and quiver of arrows.

Skills/Magic: Her mother had taught her healing magic. Her father trained her to fight as an elf. She could hold her own on the battlefield if it was a long distance away. Her speed is a great asset to her but she would be easily injured if she took a direct hit by one much stronger than she was. Archery is her best option for fighting as her spells only hold as long as she is not killed or knocked out.

History: Elyria grew up outside of a town near the elven woods. Half elf and half witch gave her appearance an interesting twist. She has natural blue hair and elven ears. She was made to wear a cloak to hide her blue hair. It was rare that she was permitted to leave it visible to others in public. Her mother had taken care to keep her daughter safe from the community as a whole as witches were often murdered. They were thought to be evil by nature and therefore they were often in danger.

Taught to fight and cast spells of healing by her parents, Elyria was a very delicate girl physically. Her fighting spells had been a recent acquisition after her mother turned evil, thanks to her aunt's tutelage. Her practice of the fighting spells had only been practice never in an actual battle so she isn't very strong in her aggressive arcane abilities.


Other: nothing yet
@Lich
@December

You wrote that beautifully. I really like that. We decided both would be Grimm's so I'm going to work on her C.S. I'll be on here most of the night til 11pm.

I found this to use at the top for the RP.


Irime Greenleaf


Irime glanced at the cup and she took the taunt as a challenge. In truth she wasn't a big drinker but she liked the relaxed feeling she got with alcohol. She was observant and saw the muscles in his face tighten ever so slightly as he moved to hand her the drink. He was lying to her. He was in much more pain than he wanted her to know about. Irime saw the sparkle in his eyes and when the cups were refilled Irime drank hers up heartily and was soon in much better spirits.

Later as the evening went on many of the others had gathered down at the other end of the camp in order to participate in some nonsense that one of them suggested. Irime had stayed and had moved closer to Kreneas. She turned to him and got to her knees behind him and she put her hands on his shoulders. Whispering into his ear somewhat loudly she declared. "You shouldn't have lied to me. I know you are in pain. Only a God wouldn't be."

Irime dropped her hands to his mid and lower back and began to massage them hard. She knew it would cause him some immediate pain but that it would remove the tension that was causing the agonizing pain. It didn't take long before she felt the muscle slackening and his breathing seemed less labored. Feeling the sparks between them as she touched his skin she concentrated on the muscles. She was feeling pretty good at this point and when she was done she sat closely to him but she stared at the fire and smiled to herself as she drank her cupful more slowly.

After a moment or two Irime heard something and she got to her feet and walked into the darkness of night with only a dagger on her person. Walking further into the wooded area she heard the telltale noises of a couple giggling and kissing. Blushing, she walked back towards the camp. Stopping, she looked up at the beauty of the moon. In her relaxed state she smiled and committed it's perfection to memory. She must have stared at it for quite some time. Her mind went to Kreneas and she felt herself blushing all over. She wondered if he would ever kiss her.
@Aquanthe
@Aquanthe

thanks, i will take a look when i get back on Friday.

Irime Greenleaf


Irime set her tent up and got herself settled in for the night. Her horse was set up next to her tent with a bucket of oats and one for water. She was brushing his mane and smiled to herself as she remembered Kreneas' reaction to her kiss on the cheek. For someone who was not interested in her he sure did blush a lot when he got close to her. She also noticed that when she had been in her cloak he hadn't looked at her. This made her smile but she still didn't want to read too much into it in case she was wrong.

Her horse stamped his foot and whinnied when she found a troublesome tangle. "Shh, Mithrin*. I'll be careful." She assured the horse in elvish calming it.

After supper she pulled out a proper hairbrush and began to pull down her braids. Irime sat outside on the ground and looked up at the stars. Sensing his nearness she felt rather than heard him. She looked up to see that Kreneas was just across from her and she smiled.

"Hello Kreneas." She patted the ground next to her. "Come, sit with me."

Irime smiled softly at him and she turned and tossed her hairbrush into her tent. Her long sandy gold hair hung in shiny waves around her and down her back. Slightly unnerved at how awkward he seemed to be around her she was suddenly worried that he would think her too forward. She shook that thought out of her mind. More people started to sit around the campfire as it got darker and colder.

"I wanted to thank you again for your aid today. I'm positive that I would have suffered greatly if you hadn't shown up when you did. So thank you."

Hoping that he hadn't been hurt by the speed of the impact she asked, "How is your back? If it isn't hurting you yet I fear it will be soon."

@Aquanthe

*Mithrin is in the vocab section under the character tab.
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