Post by Xylia Thorn on Dec 25, 2009 11:06:09 GMT -8
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"Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bob cat why he grins?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?"
•••SINGMEASONGABOUTYOU
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•NAME: Xylia Thorn
•GENDER: Female
•AGE: 764
•BIRTHDAY: August 15th, during the Red Moon
•SPECIES: Fae - Elf
•AFFINITY: Earth
•ABILITIES: Natural Immunity, Healing Touch, Circle of the Sun
•ARTIFACT: A bag of seeds that she uses to regrow parts of the forest
•ROLE: Forest Guardian (Druid)
•ALIGNMENT: Neutral
•••DANCEWITHTHATBODYOFYOURS
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She has thick, earthy brown hair that flows around her almost like a lion's mane. Her eyes are deep green, signifying her deep ties to the forest, and her skin is a light brown from spending so much time outside. She stands at about 5'1" and her body is slender and lithe, well-muscled from living in the wild. She smells like crushed pine needles, a natural scent for her. Xylia wears clothes made of soft green leather, with a brown leather belt cinched around her waist. A dagger hangs from this belt. On her back is a bow melded from the branch of a tree, fresh leaves still attached to the bark; however, she doesn't have a quiver of arrows on her back. Xylia has a very wild, exotic appearance, having spent her life guarding the forest and learning the land, and she is beautiful.
•••GIMMEYOURPERSONALITYINASONG
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When you first meet her, she seems rather cold. It is obvious that she cares more about the plants and animals than she does about anything else, including the fae. She is notably kinder to the fae than any other species; if you're a shifter or a mortal, you might as well avoid talking to her. Because of this coldness, she doesn't know much about reading others' emotions and she doesn't know what to say to comfort people. Socially lacking is a good term for her, actually. The elf is not very trusting of others, so she tends to prefer to rely on her own skills than the skills of others. She can be blunt to the point of being rude, thanks to her lack of social skills, and she's rather serious. If you hear her laugh, consider yourself lucky because you probably won't hear it again.
•LIKES:
•• Nature
•• Fresh berries
•• The smell of crushed pine needles
•• Animals
•DISLIKES:
•• Fire
•• Those who would harm the forest
•• Hunting for fun
•• Death
•••IDON'TCAREWHEREYOU'REFROM
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Birth of a Guardian…
In a hidden tree house in the middle of the forest, all was quiet except for a small, soft crying sound. Inside the tree house were three elves; a male, a female, and a newborn. The newborn lay in its mother’s arms, who stared at it with all the love one could muster. She glanced up at the father of the baby, smiling at him before her attention returned to the beautiful newborn.
“It’s a girl,” he stated.
The mother nodded.
“What will we call her?” he asked, leaving the decision up to his lover. She was the more dominant of the two, and he was okay with that. In her arms, the new baby girl reached up with her hand toward her mother, still crying, and clenched her tiny fist. She was hungry. Repositioning the baby, the mother allowed her to feed, and it was quiet in the tree house. For a few minutes the woman thought of a name for her perfect little girl.
And then…
She looked up at the father, her mind made up.
“Her name shall be Xylia Thorn. Xylia because it means ‘from the forest’, and Thorn because she will be a thorn in the side of anyone who dares try to harm our precious forest.” The father nodded his approval; he would not argue with this headstrong elf.
“Xylia Thorn it is…”
Walking In the Shoes of Her Mother
Coming soon.
"Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bob cat why he grins?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?"
•••SINGMEASONGABOUTYOU
•••••[/color]
•NAME: Xylia Thorn
•GENDER: Female
•AGE: 764
•BIRTHDAY: August 15th, during the Red Moon
•SPECIES: Fae - Elf
•AFFINITY: Earth
•ABILITIES: Natural Immunity, Healing Touch, Circle of the Sun
•ARTIFACT: A bag of seeds that she uses to regrow parts of the forest
•ROLE: Forest Guardian (Druid)
•ALIGNMENT: Neutral
•••DANCEWITHTHATBODYOFYOURS
•••••[/color]
She has thick, earthy brown hair that flows around her almost like a lion's mane. Her eyes are deep green, signifying her deep ties to the forest, and her skin is a light brown from spending so much time outside. She stands at about 5'1" and her body is slender and lithe, well-muscled from living in the wild. She smells like crushed pine needles, a natural scent for her. Xylia wears clothes made of soft green leather, with a brown leather belt cinched around her waist. A dagger hangs from this belt. On her back is a bow melded from the branch of a tree, fresh leaves still attached to the bark; however, she doesn't have a quiver of arrows on her back. Xylia has a very wild, exotic appearance, having spent her life guarding the forest and learning the land, and she is beautiful.
•••GIMMEYOURPERSONALITYINASONG
•••••[/color]
When you first meet her, she seems rather cold. It is obvious that she cares more about the plants and animals than she does about anything else, including the fae. She is notably kinder to the fae than any other species; if you're a shifter or a mortal, you might as well avoid talking to her. Because of this coldness, she doesn't know much about reading others' emotions and she doesn't know what to say to comfort people. Socially lacking is a good term for her, actually. The elf is not very trusting of others, so she tends to prefer to rely on her own skills than the skills of others. She can be blunt to the point of being rude, thanks to her lack of social skills, and she's rather serious. If you hear her laugh, consider yourself lucky because you probably won't hear it again.
•LIKES:
•• Nature
•• Fresh berries
•• The smell of crushed pine needles
•• Animals
•DISLIKES:
•• Fire
•• Those who would harm the forest
•• Hunting for fun
•• Death
•••IDON'TCAREWHEREYOU'REFROM
•••••[/color]
Birth of a Guardian…
In a hidden tree house in the middle of the forest, all was quiet except for a small, soft crying sound. Inside the tree house were three elves; a male, a female, and a newborn. The newborn lay in its mother’s arms, who stared at it with all the love one could muster. She glanced up at the father of the baby, smiling at him before her attention returned to the beautiful newborn.
“It’s a girl,” he stated.
The mother nodded.
“What will we call her?” he asked, leaving the decision up to his lover. She was the more dominant of the two, and he was okay with that. In her arms, the new baby girl reached up with her hand toward her mother, still crying, and clenched her tiny fist. She was hungry. Repositioning the baby, the mother allowed her to feed, and it was quiet in the tree house. For a few minutes the woman thought of a name for her perfect little girl.
And then…
She looked up at the father, her mind made up.
“Her name shall be Xylia Thorn. Xylia because it means ‘from the forest’, and Thorn because she will be a thorn in the side of anyone who dares try to harm our precious forest.” The father nodded his approval; he would not argue with this headstrong elf.
“Xylia Thorn it is…”
Walking In the Shoes of Her Mother
Coming soon.
