Post by Færys on Feb 2, 2011 11:09:53 GMT -5
Name: Færys Tiranas (changed from her father's name, Saerreas)
Nickname: Fæ
Age: 18
Appearance: 5'6", with a slender build, and an average bust size, often wearing clothes associated with male nobility. She also will wear more revealing clothes when dancing for customers. She carries a pack on her back, filled with her clothes and containing her flute. She has long blue hair, which she keeps straightened as much as she can. Her eyes are a dark brown color, and her face is smooth, devoid of any distinguishing marks.
Personality: She is often slow to trust anyone, but will not deny a client who pays in advance. She knows some of the most thrifty ways to spend money, having had almost none for almost her entire life. She is very loyal to those who are lucky enough to call her a friend, but will not even talk with those associated with her father's church.
Likes: Music, Dance, Playing music, Dancing, Money, Having people she can trust.
Dislikes: Her father, Her father's church, Being called "witch"
Powers: She can effect the mind, body, and spirit with music and dance. She can use this to either refresh or weaken.
Weapon: Her only weapons at present are a worn out flute and a plain dagger, carried in her pack. It was given to her by her mother, and bears scratches from many generations of use.
Weakness: Her magic only works while she is dancing, singing or playing an instrument. Stop her from dancing, singing and playing, and she can no longer use her magic.
History: Fæ was blessed with a natural magic at a young age, but became accused by her father's church of being a heretic because of the use of it. Her father, a prominent member of the church, wouldn't help her, so her mother helped her escape, giving her a few items. She later met someone who gave her a knife, and bought a tent to live in on sale. She traveled through various kingdoms, encountering various assassins, and barely escaping. One of the items her mother gave her, a flute, is now broken and in two pieces thanks to one of these altercations.
Recently, she entered into Avaren, hoping to get a job at a tavern, and hide her magical identity, since her wallet and stomach were both empty enough to cause great distress, when a woman entered said tavern, accusing her of witchcraft, an accusation she had hoped to avoid, and had not heard for some time. Apparently she had by happenstance found herself in the company of one suspect of witchcraft at the wrong time. It was lamentable, yet there was not a thing she could do to argue. She was rather cold toward the guards as she lay in prison, hoping to avoid death, or worse. Soon, an inquisitor entered into the room in which she was held, sentencing her to death. Rather than wait for her time, she instead shrieked a horrid spell, that gave upon her the illusion of death, and allowed herself to be carried out upon a cart of 'wastes.' During the fall of Aesir, she had been out in a field, looking for a non-poisonous berry to eat. She rushed to the ruins of Aesir, and found no point in remaining. Most of her worldly possessions had been in Aesir at the time of the crash, and were either burried too far, or mangled beyond recognition. She eventually wandered into Avaren, to find it under new leadership, and decided to make it her home, helping to protect it as much as she could.
Nickname: Fæ
Age: 18
Appearance: 5'6", with a slender build, and an average bust size, often wearing clothes associated with male nobility. She also will wear more revealing clothes when dancing for customers. She carries a pack on her back, filled with her clothes and containing her flute. She has long blue hair, which she keeps straightened as much as she can. Her eyes are a dark brown color, and her face is smooth, devoid of any distinguishing marks.
Personality: She is often slow to trust anyone, but will not deny a client who pays in advance. She knows some of the most thrifty ways to spend money, having had almost none for almost her entire life. She is very loyal to those who are lucky enough to call her a friend, but will not even talk with those associated with her father's church.
Likes: Music, Dance, Playing music, Dancing, Money, Having people she can trust.
Dislikes: Her father, Her father's church, Being called "witch"
Powers: She can effect the mind, body, and spirit with music and dance. She can use this to either refresh or weaken.
Weapon: Her only weapons at present are a worn out flute and a plain dagger, carried in her pack. It was given to her by her mother, and bears scratches from many generations of use.
Weakness: Her magic only works while she is dancing, singing or playing an instrument. Stop her from dancing, singing and playing, and she can no longer use her magic.
History: Fæ was blessed with a natural magic at a young age, but became accused by her father's church of being a heretic because of the use of it. Her father, a prominent member of the church, wouldn't help her, so her mother helped her escape, giving her a few items. She later met someone who gave her a knife, and bought a tent to live in on sale. She traveled through various kingdoms, encountering various assassins, and barely escaping. One of the items her mother gave her, a flute, is now broken and in two pieces thanks to one of these altercations.
Recently, she entered into Avaren, hoping to get a job at a tavern, and hide her magical identity, since her wallet and stomach were both empty enough to cause great distress, when a woman entered said tavern, accusing her of witchcraft, an accusation she had hoped to avoid, and had not heard for some time. Apparently she had by happenstance found herself in the company of one suspect of witchcraft at the wrong time. It was lamentable, yet there was not a thing she could do to argue. She was rather cold toward the guards as she lay in prison, hoping to avoid death, or worse. Soon, an inquisitor entered into the room in which she was held, sentencing her to death. Rather than wait for her time, she instead shrieked a horrid spell, that gave upon her the illusion of death, and allowed herself to be carried out upon a cart of 'wastes.' During the fall of Aesir, she had been out in a field, looking for a non-poisonous berry to eat. She rushed to the ruins of Aesir, and found no point in remaining. Most of her worldly possessions had been in Aesir at the time of the crash, and were either burried too far, or mangled beyond recognition. She eventually wandered into Avaren, to find it under new leadership, and decided to make it her home, helping to protect it as much as she could.
