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{ Seris Velariel }

NIAH

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{ KEY INFORMATION }
Age: Appearing to be in early twenties. Perhaps a bit younger. Difficult to pinpoint with elven aging.
Gender: Female
Race: Silver Elven
Social Status: Non-Existent
Sexuality: Unbiased
Height: 5'8
Weight: 145lbs
Homeland: Snowy North
Current Home: Staying in various inns


{ PHYSIOLOGY }

Build: Lithe frame as standard to elven heritage. Small shoulder width and longer limbs. Just... Wispy.
Hair: Platinum blonde
Eyes: A teal that leans more towards blue
Skin: Pale white
Identifying Marks: From where her ribs stop on the left side, all the way down and wrapping around her thigh a bit, are extensive burn scars. Stops just above the knee.
Clothing: Thick woolen leggings under black leather pants. Basic black tunic under thickly padded navy jacket, a lighter colored coat on top of that. Boots suitable for trekking through snow. Grey belt in woven in an elven style. (Not quite as... fancy as depicted in the art.)

Weaponry: Her father's dagger.
Hygiene: Tries to keep well groomed and bathed when able.

Voice: TBD
Possessions:

+ Her Father's Dagger


{ QUALITIES AND FLAWS }

Strengths:
+ Empirical mindset
+ Strong moral compass

Fears:
+ Corruption
+ Frostbite
+ Death
+ Starvation

Weaknesses:
+ Doesn't always understand humor
+ Restless and doesn't like staying put for long

Intelligence: Whatever you make of it.

Languages:
+ Elven (Fluent in writing and speech)
+ Common (Fluent in writing and speech)

Profession: None at current

Skills & Training:
+ Basic Outdoor Survival (Lighting fires, ice fishing, skinning game that came from living on an isolated homestead, hunting, trapping. Not very good at these things since backstory and needs to be learned/improved properly in RP.)


{ ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS }

Personality: She is very interested in the why of the world. She wants evidence and reasons. Vagueness doesn't sit well with her and she likes things straight-forward. She has felt restless most of her life, prompting her stubborn decision to leave the homestead. Seris wants to know the world her parents are hiding from, and she's seeking that knowledge objectively. She is, however, very kind hearted and aims to be helpful where she can. Scrappy when she needs to be, she's not afraid of a fight if it's necessary. She will, however, look for alternatives before it comes to blows. Though given her secluded upbringing, she's often faced with surprise in the face of something new.

Religion or Cults: Does not worship any god

Alignment: Lawful Good

Short Term Goals:
+

Long Term Goals:
+ Slowly bring her family back into the world


{ TRIVIA }
Favourite...

Place: The hillside at dawn
Pastime: Tending the animals
Food: Fish
Drink: Anything warm
Colour: Blue
Animal: Ox


Least Favourite...

Place: Inside
Pastime: Sewing
Food: Leafy greens
Drink: Plain water
Colour: Red
Animal: Wolf


{ BACKSTORY }

During the Corruption, Seris was just a child. Too young to remember much about living in Port Silver. As things grew worse, her parents began to suspect it would not get better. Fearing the Corrupt immensely and convinced that the end of days was nigh, they carried Seris north with a few other like-minded folks. Creating a homestead in the northern tundras, far removed from any civilization, that is where Seris grew up. Often hearing vague stories, the girl knew something bad lurked to the South, but never specifics as her Father forbade its discussion.

However, Seris's restless nature could not leave her content. Getting older prompted even more questions and curiosities. Eventually agreed that she was old enough to see the truth for herself, they gave her the last collected amount of money for travels south, and granted permission for her to go out into the Northern Kingdoms to see if their isolation was for naught, or for good reason.

As she traveled, Seris grew to see what the world had become. Corrupt, but not in the way her parents feared. After meeting many people who taught her the ways of the world, she grew accustomed to life outside of her isolated home life. She's still on a mission to learn all that she can, as the "Why?" question is never satisfied.


Inspiration: @Somnastra -- @solus -- Blast From The Past (1999) -- The base picture -- Server Lore & History


 
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NIAH

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{ RELATIONS }

Loved:

Trusted:

Befriended:

Liked:

Vorar - Immensely helpful automaton. It is far more knowledgeable than she could have ever expected. And even then, meeting It was beyond expectation. First assumption was the South had become home to metal figures the same as Vorar. Quickly learned it was not the case, drinking in the answers he provided to unending questions. @Baron
Azure Cerridwen- At first high-strung. His over-zealous nature in regards to to their first conversation made her very wary. But after a time, she began to understand his reasoning. She helped him the best she could and hopes his endeavors go well. Likely that she'll return to Zima'Maloj at some point.
Nireth Cerridwen- She wasn't quite as talkative as her husband, but she was incredibly kind and welcoming. Seris, in all honesty, preferred how easy going Nireth was in comparison. Perhaps one day can sit and just talk with her. @Lady Alec

Neutral:


Unsure of:


Wary of:


Afraid of:


Disliked:

Hated:
 
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Baron

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And so, Vorar fades into the mists once more until another pupil requires a teacher.
 

NIAH

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Well then.

Updates already. Will be adding a "Letters to Home" type deal, or just a journal. Tomorrow maybe. But rough version of Day One:

Traveled south out of the cold snow, running across an abandoned wooden mansion. The absolute definition of splendor, though abandoned by all understandings of the word. Travelling farther south and reaching the coast, Seris was able to secure passage on a fishing boat that had been trolling the shore. She asked to be taken to Port Silver, and was deposited at what she would later learn to be the Crossroads. He pointed her towards the walls and left.

Following the walls, Seris stared in awe and wonder. With a heavy pack and tired feet, she trudged along the wall until she happened across a small farm just outside. What she saw there was everything beyond expectation. Being so isolated from the world, knowing nothing of the events since her parents fled Port Silver, Seris at first wondered if the metal automaton was one of many roaming the land. Dauntingly tall, the emerald gem glowing with some sort of inner fire... Vorar caught her off guard in many ways as it clanked into view.

At first cautious, knowing some of the details regarding the Corrupt, Seris viewed the automaton at something could do her harm in the beginning. However as words were exchanged, she eased upon realization that Vorar was a walking compendium of history. She at first did not notice the other elf coming up to listen, as her questions and curiosities fell out one after the other. Even when Vorar started leading towards the city itself, she did not seem to pay much mind to the elf that wordlessly followed.

Learning much of the city's history, the nature of the corruption, and even of the Gods themselves, Seris struggled to wrap her head around everything. Her parents fears, while once founded, seemed irrelevant with the Corruption dead and the Corrupt gone. She is unsure the state of the rest of the world, but if the creation is to be believed, at the very least, the thing that sent her family into hiding so long ago is no longer a threat to the world.

However, after parting ways and returning to the Crossroads with the elf who spoke poorly, she was yet again reminded how little she truly knew. Meeting a... peculiar mixture of beast and man, a cloven-hoofed being attempted some form of interaction. While Alessor, the elf, suspected it was a demon of sorts, Seris wasn't convinced with his childlike mannerisms and offering of food. While it spoke neither Common nor Elven, there was enough suspicion to think it wasn't demonic. She, however, had no idea what it was.

Weary from journey and overwhelmed with knowledge, we leave Seris in the inn with mind swimming. Paying for a room and collapsing onto a bed, Seris stared at the ceiling of the room. Piecing together the events best she can, and eventually drifting off to sleep to dream of glowing emeralds and snow.

\o/

( And by god I will not be doing a post like this for every RP. But given that it was one heckuva first RP, figured it deserverd one. :p )
 

Tempy_

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Tempy_
Tempy_
Niek, sit down... We need to talk...

Your alts are getting out of hand, dear, and we are worrying about you...

Digging the profile though.
 

NIAH

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Niek, sit down... We need to talk...

Your alts are getting out of hand, dear, and we are worrying about you...

Digging the profile though.
OMG wat? I have two dedicated characters right now. And a four year old.

;)


Just gonna sit here, yes.
Must Roleplay too~
:)

*Throws hands into the air in amaze* SHE LOOKS LIKE ARGAN. Can I have her?
xD *Throws hands into the air in amaze at reaction* She belongs to err'body.~
 
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