Post by Lilith Sunseeker on Dec 29, 2009 15:13:33 GMT -8
Lilith Sunseeker
[/font][/color]"The Fae are a naturally peaceful people which is why it is sad that these days, they require someone like me. A warrior, merciless and passionate, wild and unpredictable, reckless and dark. Harm us and you will receive an enemy in me and live the rest of your days in fear. Not that you will live much longer, my friend. Watch your back."[/color][/size]
"Give me a sword and I will show you death; terrible, beautiful, perfect."[/color][/size][/center]
Name:
Lilith means 'belonging to the night', a common idea for the Tangle Elves who are largely nocturnal. Sunseeker reflects her mother's ideals for her; she wanted Lilith to not be confined to the darkness and wilderness of the Tangle, to seek greater enlightenment.
Gender:[/color] Female
Age:[/color] 107
Birthday:[/color] Fifteenth Day of the Blue Moon
Species:[/color] Fae - Tangle Elf
Affinity:[/color] Battle Affinity
Abilities:[/color] Weapon Finesse
Artifact:[/color] A string of copper beads she wears woven into her hair.
Contains the ability Light as a Feather.
Requires a small amount of magical energy to activate.
Role[/color] Warrior
Alignment[/color] Fae
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"Beware my eyes in the forest. I am silent, and I am watching..."
[/color][/size][/center]Features:[/color]
Distinctly elven, Lilith possess the symmetrical, graceful features of all Fae. Her feminine beauty is tempered by a wild elegance. There is something distinctly exotic about this elf and she is easily distinguished from her cousins, the Wood Elves.
Complexion:[/color]
Lilith is a Tangle Elf and thus, like all Tangle Elves, possesses an oxidised copper skin over her entire body save her palms and the bottom of her feet. This is pale green in colour and much harder than regular flesh, although still as flexible and comfortable as the usual skin. The metal is a dull matte rather than shiny.
Hair:[/color]
Black, tangled and the length of her waist. She weaves through it many copper beads, precious and semi-precious jewels and feathers thus further adds to her exotic, Amazonian appearance.
Eyes:[/color]
Almond shaped and foreign, different to the Wood Elves, Lilith's eyes are a deep golden colour like burnt honey or butterscotch. They are ringed with a thin black circle, framed by dark lashes and further emphasised by delicate tattoos around the eye area.
Body:[/color]
Standing at about five foot nine, Lilith is not intimidating in height. However that does not mean she is not intimidating - most people react with shock and fear when first confronted with the dark warrior elf. Like all Fae she is willowy and elegant though she is also deceptively strong despite her slender frame.
Attire:
The people of the forest have no concept of modesty and Lilith is a clear example of this, dressing for ease of movement and carrying weapons rather than for elegance. Her normal choice is a black leather corset and short pants equipped with sleeves and straps to hold daggers. She prefers bare feet and wears a cloak over the same outfit when it is cold. For formal occasions she may be convinced to wear a gown.
Distinguishing marks:[/color]
Lilith is covered in strange, indecipherable tattoos done in black ink. These are traditional among the Tangle Elves and the symbols have meaning to Lilith, her life or her culture. They decorate almost all of her body; her legs, stomach, back, chest, neck and face with the most important being the cresent moon encircling a sun on her forehead, representative of her name.
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"You didn't really think you could escape me, did you?"
Fearless[/color] Lilith is fearless in battle and in life to the point of recklessness. In fact she drives her superiors and her mother nuts with this tendency. When it comes to fighting she often acts before thinking but as it happens her instincts in this matter are extremely reliable and it probably makes her even better at what she does.
Playful[/color] It is easy to forget it with her intimidating, wild beauty and battle prowess, not to mention the huge amount of weaponary she often carries, but at just over a hundred years old Lilith is barely an adult. In the Southern Tangle, her native home, children begin their training as soon as they are deemed fit by their parents and trainers so despite her youth she has more than sixty years of training under her belt. Nonetheless she is carefree and friendly and adores children due to this trait.
Focused[/color] Though love and friendship are her pleasures, fighting is her air. She lives and breathes it and her determination in finessing her skills is formidable. Lilith trains each day she is not on assignment and works hard to increase her magical abilities to complement her battle affinity.
Tolerant[/color] As she comes from a remote part of the forest where mortals were unable to hunt her kind or damage the trees she is far more tolerant than your average elf. Though she still begrudges them the pain and damage they caused the forest she knows she cannot blame an individual for the mistakes of his kind and usually manages to judge each on an individual basis. Nonetheless her respect is not easy to gain although her trust is somewhat easier to earn. Perhaps because of her youth she is apt to trust easily and this could in the future leave her vulnerable to betrayal.
Energetic[/color] With her youth and natural vitality Lilith is a restless, energetic type that is most comfortable on assignment in the forest, training or releasing her energy on the battlefield itself. Seemingly tireless, she is often on the move and loves travelling.
Loyal[/color] To befriend Lilith is to gain a powerful and dangerous friend for life. She is affectionate, unfailingly loyal and reliable to those she trusts and likes. On the other hand if one is to make an enemy of her she holds a grudge just as strongly and is unlikely to forgive. In fact, a well placed arrow in the back is a more probable fate.
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"I cherish life and laughter, love and passion, but beware the beauty that delivers death..."
Weapon Finesse[/color] Lilith is naturally talented with all weapon types due to her battle affinity. This, naturally, makes her rather dangerous. Remove her sword? She'll shoot you with an arrow as you turn around. Take that off her too? Find a dagger at your throat. And if, after extensive and exhaustive searching you remove all of her weapons, she'll improvise. That length of rope, that slender branch, those harmless pebbles...she's nothing if not resourceful.[/size]
"My past has taught me death. Will my future deliver life?"
The history of the Tanglewood &.Elves as recorded by Erou, The First Warrior (surviving extracts).
[/color][/center]Seven founding fathers, seven founding mothers. I, their leader, the First Warrior of the Maersta Elves. My calling is Erou Dawn, seven hundred winters of age, the greatest warrior of my people and leader of the founding race of Maersta Elves. We are exiled from the Wood Elves by our own choosing; they have no need of warriors at this time of peace and we require a harsher land to maintain and further their skills. We differ from them in many ways; we fourteen have dark hair and slanted eyes, we are taller and more athletic than most, we are dark and silent and feared. They remain our friends and cousins.
***
On the nineteenth month of travelling we stumbled across our new home. It is deep in the Southern forest of Illinor, to think; after so long living nomadic lives ill-suited to our kind and walking lands far outside our forest, we return in defeat only to find our homeland only walkable leagues from the Old. Nonetheless we are here now, the fourteen founders, in a place we have named The Tanglewood for it's wildness, it's impossible labyrinth. It took us years to colonise this untameable land, to learn how to survive here. But we are resourceful people, as wild as this land.
***
The trees are made of metal. We cannot identify the type but it can be melted down (in small quantities at the tree's blessing) to form weapons of unexpected strength. The trees are sharp and it takes great care to survive among the branches. Even so our youngest, Herduw, was killed while hunting the metal beasts that live here. But though this land is harsh and cold on the surface we can feel that it lives, it breathes. We have come to love it.
***
My wife and I have had our first child, the third belonging to the founders in the many decades we have lived here. Her name is Lilith Darkheart, a warrior already. It is a challenge to raise a child among these dangerous trees but already the forest responds to us, helps us, trusts us. It senses our affection and returns its own, whenever it can. And who better to succeed at difficult tasks than the Maersta elves, hardiest of our kind?
***
I am old. More than one thousand years I have walked this earth, have lived and laughed and loved in Illinor. An elder now, with five grown children, my life has been a rich and rewarding one. I can feel now the slow, cold beckoning of death and I know my time approaches, as undeniable as the rising of the sun. I am not afraid. I grow tired, and rest would be welcome. And I have succeeded; I, Erou Dawn, The First Warrior. We are home here. We are living. We will survive.
Here ends the account of Erou, The First Warrior. Died age 1085.
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On the nineteenth month of travelling we stumbled across our new home. It is deep in the Southern forest of Illinor, to think; after so long living nomadic lives ill-suited to our kind and walking lands far outside our forest, we return in defeat only to find our homeland only walkable leagues from the Old. Nonetheless we are here now, the fourteen founders, in a place we have named The Tanglewood for it's wildness, it's impossible labyrinth. It took us years to colonise this untameable land, to learn how to survive here. But we are resourceful people, as wild as this land.
***
The trees are made of metal. We cannot identify the type but it can be melted down (in small quantities at the tree's blessing) to form weapons of unexpected strength. The trees are sharp and it takes great care to survive among the branches. Even so our youngest, Herduw, was killed while hunting the metal beasts that live here. But though this land is harsh and cold on the surface we can feel that it lives, it breathes. We have come to love it.
***
My wife and I have had our first child, the third belonging to the founders in the many decades we have lived here. Her name is Lilith Darkheart, a warrior already. It is a challenge to raise a child among these dangerous trees but already the forest responds to us, helps us, trusts us. It senses our affection and returns its own, whenever it can. And who better to succeed at difficult tasks than the Maersta elves, hardiest of our kind?
***
I am old. More than one thousand years I have walked this earth, have lived and laughed and loved in Illinor. An elder now, with five grown children, my life has been a rich and rewarding one. I can feel now the slow, cold beckoning of death and I know my time approaches, as undeniable as the rising of the sun. I am not afraid. I grow tired, and rest would be welcome. And I have succeeded; I, Erou Dawn, The First Warrior. We are home here. We are living. We will survive.
Here ends the account of Erou, The First Warrior. Died age 1085.
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Lilith Sunseeker[/color][/size]
My name is Lilith Sunseeker. Named for the founding mother, belonging to the night, seeking the sun. Perhaps that will be my future; who can know? That is not the purpose of this written account. The purpose lies in the fact that my people are not the kind that write our history down. There is no safe place to store such things within The Tangle, and our supplies of paper and ink are limited. Save for the scraps of Erou Dawn's account of the first arrival of our kind that have survived the years we have no records. Our legends, our culture, our traditions are passed from parent to child, spoken rather than read. I write this in the hope that we will have something, just something small, to remember our people by should the unthinkable happen. These are uncertain, changing times. Who can know which will survive?
We have changed in the thousands of years since Erou Dawn's time. We have evolved a copper skin, dusky green in colour, to aid us within the harsh Tangle. We have grown more wild, more harsh. We are a race of warriors and hunters, exotic and talented. We have grown in numbers. The fourteen founders, only nine of which had children, have given rise to a population of several thousand. And I revise my earlier statement; our history and culture is written in one way - the tattoos that cover our bodies, added to as we grow, from the name symbol given at birth to whole stories of our people winding over our bodies. It is not a permanent record but it is beautiful.
This is a record of some of our traditions, of our culture, and I can tell it best through my own life.
I was born on the fifteenth day of the Blue Moon. Birthdays are not celebrated by the Tangle Elves and many do not remember the exact date. On that day I was wrapped in white linen and taken to the Hall, the one communal, formal meeting place within the Tangle. The tattoo on my forehead was done - a crescent moon encircling a sun, representative of my name. The High Warrior performs this act on all children born in the Tangle, on the first day of their lives.
I began training early in my twentieth year. The age varies from child to child, according to when their parents and mentor feel they are ready. We are assigned a mentor at birth, who will guide us until we complete our training. Mine was Lier Heart, a female warrior, and she had two other students. Mica Light and Oliver Starseeker. Both were older than I but we trained together for over eighty years. They are among my closest friends and to Lier I owe all of my skill and prowess. When we begin training and when we finish, more tattoos are added on the upper arms. These tell the trials and challenges we faced, and mark us as qualified warriors.
The death of my father was shocking, horrible and unexpected. Though we live harsh lives in the Tangle we are good at surviving for the most part. An ambush by mortals heavily armoured to protect them from the trees was not forseen, however. They have left us alone until now, intimidated by the dark wilderness of our home. He strayed too close to the edge. We found him two days after his death, iron-tipped arrows in his back.
The Tangle Elves are buried, not cremated. We give back to the Tangle when we die, resting ever beneath the trees. Wrapped in white linen, it mirrors our birth, and we celebrate the life of deceased rather than mourn the death. After all, isn't death just the next journey? Nonetheless we grieved, my family and I, the loss of our patriarch and leader. Another tattoo, one of memory.
After my Father's death, my mother, my sister and I left the Tangle for the forests of Illinor. The place holds too much memory and sadness for her to live in peace and Lyese and I feel obliged to accompany her. Farhern, my brother, has chosen to remain in the Tangle. She has become and High Council member. Lyese is young, too young to have settled into a profession yet. But I am a warrior as I always was, the only Tangle Elf in the ranks of the Fae army. Though I miss the Tangle I love my life here. I have close friends. And I have more than enough to keep me occupied. The mortals attack regularly, and murmers of revolt stir the blood of the Fae. Another tattoo, one of change.
The other tattoos that mark my body are many and varied, and all of them important. One for my mother, my father, my siblings. One for the Tanglewood, my cherished home. One for each battle I survive. One for the first successful hunt. More will be added over time - my body is the canvas that paints my life. One for my first love, one for my last. One for any children I may have. One for marriage, one for deaths. Who knows? I am young. My life has yet to play out. Thus this account is incomplete. I will add to it, should fate allow me to.
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Especially for the bonus editing, have made the changes suggested. Very helpful! I'll do the history for the Tangle soon XD