Just a WIP Im saving to work on later
Rujn (Roo-yn) "Ru" Sy'selene (Most will probably say 'Ruin' unless they can roll their 'r's and the lil 'yin' noise)
Character Age:
74
Character Race:
Silver Elf
Appearance:
Rujn will be fairly tall, very fair skinned with long, elegant dark hair, probably black. Pale blue eyes with silver flecks and flawless skin, and a very meticulously maintained figure. All that Silver elf pride, yea?
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Working on it, the clothes are a monkeybutt to make/edit.
Written Test!
Time is an endless tide, the ebb and flow predictable and yet foreign. There is no stopping or altering its course (well, unless one speaks theoretically of course, and with great consequence) and it's passing is something one can always count on. Watching it pass was a favorite, and guarded, past time for the silver elf. Documenting the subtle changes in the world around them as years ebbed ever on, the change in daily dialogues, the nuances of one decade's world to the next. She would never tire of the rise and fall of trends, tales and knowledge.
Like the graceful swan 'pon the glass-like surface of the tranquil lake, her presence was never the cause of more than a ripple in the world around her, subtle and gentle but definitely there. To the world she may seem calm, serene, l a z y even. But 'neath the surface those little feet were paddling to death to send the elegant figure gliding so 'effortlessly' across the surface. Her wit and wisdom always a honed edge that slices the veil of reality to let her pass through the slowly flowing time with the ever serene, perhaps emotionless mask upon her fair face.
Yes, even with a mind racing a million miles a minute, always planning the next word, the next step, the very next b r e a t h, Rujn would sit, still as the stonework around her, sipping at the ambrose colored tea and slowly flicking the pages of her book, never once letting so much as her eyes flicker no matter the disturbance around her. And she would be content, silent and still as the world races on around her, but never without her.
And just like that, she was passing another day in the preferred manner. Settled in a populated tavern, somewhere tucked away where she would not only be most out of the way and less noticeable, but also where she could watch the entire area. This was another favored pastime, watching the world in the here and now. Observing the loss and gain of favor and affection and even spite between the everyday people. Just three years ago, the woman in the kitchen would mutter and mewl about her hatred of the owner and his strict regulations, and now she had only praise for the man, seeing as somewhere along the way, the two had begun to be more intimate. And the child that once could not stand the sweet, tangy persimmon pastry now bought that and only that on each visit.
People were intriguing, their loyalties always wavering and their favor never eternal. Silver flecked eyes would fall slowly back to her book as the room resumed its usual liveliness, and Rujn would find herself content once more, her eyes on her book, long fingers cupped around her tea to steal some of its warmth. She would never tire of these endless days.
Rujn (Roo-yn) "Ru" Sy'selene (Most will probably say 'Ruin' unless they can roll their 'r's and the lil 'yin' noise)
Character Age:
74
Character Race:
Silver Elf
Appearance:
Rujn will be fairly tall, very fair skinned with long, elegant dark hair, probably black. Pale blue eyes with silver flecks and flawless skin, and a very meticulously maintained figure. All that Silver elf pride, yea?
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
Working on it, the clothes are a monkeybutt to make/edit.
Written Test!
Time is an endless tide, the ebb and flow predictable and yet foreign. There is no stopping or altering its course (well, unless one speaks theoretically of course, and with great consequence) and it's passing is something one can always count on. Watching it pass was a favorite, and guarded, past time for the silver elf. Documenting the subtle changes in the world around them as years ebbed ever on, the change in daily dialogues, the nuances of one decade's world to the next. She would never tire of the rise and fall of trends, tales and knowledge.
Like the graceful swan 'pon the glass-like surface of the tranquil lake, her presence was never the cause of more than a ripple in the world around her, subtle and gentle but definitely there. To the world she may seem calm, serene, l a z y even. But 'neath the surface those little feet were paddling to death to send the elegant figure gliding so 'effortlessly' across the surface. Her wit and wisdom always a honed edge that slices the veil of reality to let her pass through the slowly flowing time with the ever serene, perhaps emotionless mask upon her fair face.
Yes, even with a mind racing a million miles a minute, always planning the next word, the next step, the very next b r e a t h, Rujn would sit, still as the stonework around her, sipping at the ambrose colored tea and slowly flicking the pages of her book, never once letting so much as her eyes flicker no matter the disturbance around her. And she would be content, silent and still as the world races on around her, but never without her.
And just like that, she was passing another day in the preferred manner. Settled in a populated tavern, somewhere tucked away where she would not only be most out of the way and less noticeable, but also where she could watch the entire area. This was another favored pastime, watching the world in the here and now. Observing the loss and gain of favor and affection and even spite between the everyday people. Just three years ago, the woman in the kitchen would mutter and mewl about her hatred of the owner and his strict regulations, and now she had only praise for the man, seeing as somewhere along the way, the two had begun to be more intimate. And the child that once could not stand the sweet, tangy persimmon pastry now bought that and only that on each visit.
People were intriguing, their loyalties always wavering and their favor never eternal. Silver flecked eyes would fall slowly back to her book as the room resumed its usual liveliness, and Rujn would find herself content once more, her eyes on her book, long fingers cupped around her tea to steal some of its warmth. She would never tire of these endless days.