Post by Brias Na'Akneth on May 16, 2008 18:20:53 GMT -5
Name: Brias Na'Akneth
Race: half-drow (half-elf with drow ancestry)
Gender: female
Age: 52
World of origin: Light, though her father is from the Dark
Allegiance: Brias gives her allegiance to no one but herself, unless someone gains her trust
Description: Except for the color of her skin, Brias resembles any half-elf. She is taller than most drow, with a more human shape, but somehow retains all the agility and silence that the drow gives her. Her skin is not the true ebony of the drow, instead is a lighter shade, but only slightly. Her hair is silver, typically worn down around her shoulders, though sometimes braided with spidersilk. Unlike most drow, her eyes are green instead of red, and though she has light sensitivity in bright sunlight, she is not as succeptible to it as her drow cousins.
Skills/Weapons: Basic knowledge of the drow magic, but it is not as powerful. Her favored weapon is the crossbow, and she has deadly accurate aim. She can use the longbow, since her natural elven abilities make it easy for her, but her aim is still off compared the the smaller crossbow. She feels she is fairly useless in hand to hand or close range combat, and is clumsy with most swords except for the shorter, lighter scimitars.
Personality: Being half-elf, Brias is always conflicted with her drow nature and human feelings. Unlike most drow, because of her human blood she feels compassion, mercy, and love, even if it is extremely well hidden. On the surface she is cold, ruthless, and merciless in anything she does. On the inside, however, she is pretty much the same. If a job conflicts with her feelings, Brias does not carry it out. She does not make a habit of trusting anyone or relying on anyone at first, though it has happened.
History: Contrary to most drow society, Brias was raised and trained by her father, Solesril, who was proficient with the longsword. The main reason for this is a few years before Brias was born, her father was caught in a Rift and carried to Rodylia. That was when he met Brias' mother, who was human. Though it has never really been known to happen, Brias was born of drow and human, unfortunately her mother died shortly after Brias was born, despite Solesril's attempts to help her. As a result, Brias does not remember her mother at all.
When Brias was in her second decade, her father was killed, but Brias did not know by who. She spent the next three decades taking missions and assignments from high-paying clients, hoping that eventually it would lead her to the cause of her father's death. Though Brias was born in Rodylia, she is still looked upon with a mix of fear and hatred because of her drow heritage, and that, ultimately, is what caused her cold disposition.
RP Sample: (assuming drow are not common in most places on Rodylia, or at least not very well liked)
The bar was, for the most part, well lit. It was noisy, crowded, and full of drunks. The best place to find work, at least, in Brias' eyes. She sat, cloaked and hooded, in a corner, sipping a mug of ale. Because of how she was dressed, it was difficult for anyone to tell who, or what she was. Her cloak covered most of her body, the hood covered her face and hair. Gloves and boots took care of the rest.
After a few moments of watching, a richly dressed pair walked in, one an elf, the other human. They looked around, and when they finally spotted her, strode to the table. An elf? she asked herself. As they ordered their drinks, Brias pulled a wrap up around her neck, mostly to muffle her voice.
"You said you had a job for me?" she asked, getting straight to business. Because of a wrap around her mouth, it was hard to tell any sort of accent, though it was either female, or elven.
The human shifted, she noted, just a slight shift of weight, while the elf stared at his hands. "Well, did you or didn't you?" The two were obviously having second thoughts now that it got down to it. Disgusted, she stood up, throwing some coins on the table. "I'll be leaving then."
Unexpectedly, the human's arm shot out to grab her own. "I suppose you think you can do without that hand, then?" she asked, her green eyes glowing out from under her hood. As she pulled away, her wrap loosened, just enough for her voice to be clear. "Did you have a job for me?" she asked again. At her words, the elf looked up, as if he recognized the accent. Standing up so fast he almost knocked over his chair, he pulled her hood down before she could stop him.
"Drow!" he shouted, and at once the bar went unnaturally quiet, and all eyes, drunk and sober, were on her. While his companion fumbled for a weapon, Brias jumped and turned in one movement, landing on the table behind them.
"Not exactly, but I guess this means I won't be paid?" A sword thrust from the elf answered her question, though she easily dodged it, countering with her own. "I'll take my leave then. Hope you solve your problem!"
With that, and using speed only one with elf blood could manage, she sprinted to and out the door, blending into the night.
Race: half-drow (half-elf with drow ancestry)
Gender: female
Age: 52
World of origin: Light, though her father is from the Dark
Allegiance: Brias gives her allegiance to no one but herself, unless someone gains her trust
Description: Except for the color of her skin, Brias resembles any half-elf. She is taller than most drow, with a more human shape, but somehow retains all the agility and silence that the drow gives her. Her skin is not the true ebony of the drow, instead is a lighter shade, but only slightly. Her hair is silver, typically worn down around her shoulders, though sometimes braided with spidersilk. Unlike most drow, her eyes are green instead of red, and though she has light sensitivity in bright sunlight, she is not as succeptible to it as her drow cousins.
Skills/Weapons: Basic knowledge of the drow magic, but it is not as powerful. Her favored weapon is the crossbow, and she has deadly accurate aim. She can use the longbow, since her natural elven abilities make it easy for her, but her aim is still off compared the the smaller crossbow. She feels she is fairly useless in hand to hand or close range combat, and is clumsy with most swords except for the shorter, lighter scimitars.
Personality: Being half-elf, Brias is always conflicted with her drow nature and human feelings. Unlike most drow, because of her human blood she feels compassion, mercy, and love, even if it is extremely well hidden. On the surface she is cold, ruthless, and merciless in anything she does. On the inside, however, she is pretty much the same. If a job conflicts with her feelings, Brias does not carry it out. She does not make a habit of trusting anyone or relying on anyone at first, though it has happened.
History: Contrary to most drow society, Brias was raised and trained by her father, Solesril, who was proficient with the longsword. The main reason for this is a few years before Brias was born, her father was caught in a Rift and carried to Rodylia. That was when he met Brias' mother, who was human. Though it has never really been known to happen, Brias was born of drow and human, unfortunately her mother died shortly after Brias was born, despite Solesril's attempts to help her. As a result, Brias does not remember her mother at all.
When Brias was in her second decade, her father was killed, but Brias did not know by who. She spent the next three decades taking missions and assignments from high-paying clients, hoping that eventually it would lead her to the cause of her father's death. Though Brias was born in Rodylia, she is still looked upon with a mix of fear and hatred because of her drow heritage, and that, ultimately, is what caused her cold disposition.
RP Sample: (assuming drow are not common in most places on Rodylia, or at least not very well liked)
The bar was, for the most part, well lit. It was noisy, crowded, and full of drunks. The best place to find work, at least, in Brias' eyes. She sat, cloaked and hooded, in a corner, sipping a mug of ale. Because of how she was dressed, it was difficult for anyone to tell who, or what she was. Her cloak covered most of her body, the hood covered her face and hair. Gloves and boots took care of the rest.
After a few moments of watching, a richly dressed pair walked in, one an elf, the other human. They looked around, and when they finally spotted her, strode to the table. An elf? she asked herself. As they ordered their drinks, Brias pulled a wrap up around her neck, mostly to muffle her voice.
"You said you had a job for me?" she asked, getting straight to business. Because of a wrap around her mouth, it was hard to tell any sort of accent, though it was either female, or elven.
The human shifted, she noted, just a slight shift of weight, while the elf stared at his hands. "Well, did you or didn't you?" The two were obviously having second thoughts now that it got down to it. Disgusted, she stood up, throwing some coins on the table. "I'll be leaving then."
Unexpectedly, the human's arm shot out to grab her own. "I suppose you think you can do without that hand, then?" she asked, her green eyes glowing out from under her hood. As she pulled away, her wrap loosened, just enough for her voice to be clear. "Did you have a job for me?" she asked again. At her words, the elf looked up, as if he recognized the accent. Standing up so fast he almost knocked over his chair, he pulled her hood down before she could stop him.
"Drow!" he shouted, and at once the bar went unnaturally quiet, and all eyes, drunk and sober, were on her. While his companion fumbled for a weapon, Brias jumped and turned in one movement, landing on the table behind them.
"Not exactly, but I guess this means I won't be paid?" A sword thrust from the elf answered her question, though she easily dodged it, countering with her own. "I'll take my leave then. Hope you solve your problem!"
With that, and using speed only one with elf blood could manage, she sprinted to and out the door, blending into the night.