Tchel
Queen of the Wilds
Name: Tchel Alvice
Nickname/Alias: Tchel
Age: 122
Gender: Interchangeable, but usually female.
Race: Shapeshifter (Born of a Shifter and a Wood Elf)
Height: Of her chosen form, five foot and four inches.
Weight: One hundred pounds.
Hair: Ever since all her hair was cut off several years ago, she has never let anyone touch it. Her hair is ridiculously long, wavy, usually tangled, and a brazen coppery red.
Eyes: The color of candlelight shining behind brandy. Amber colored with a golden blaze.
Skin: A slightly yellow toned skin with freckles dotting the highlights.
Identifying Marks: Of course her eyes, skin, and hair make her stand out. But more than those, it’s her ears that seem to attract the most attention. Her ears are much sharper and point up at a taller angle. They are more reminiscent of fae or imp ears rather than elf ears.
Appearance: Tchel’s appearance suggests something very wild about her. From her usually untidy hair, to her posture, it all seems an organized mess.
Her face looks quite elven, with many sharp angles and high cheekbones. She is very lean and gangly, and seems to have the body of an elf "teen," though much more defined from working and adventuring. Her normal outfits vary depending on the day, but she mostly dresses for comfort in simple slacks and tunic, or an airy work dress. However, you are unlikely to see her in any of these, because she is almost always in armor.
Strengths: There is of course the ability to shape shift, which she has not completely mastered yet and can only perform minor cosmetic changes. She prefers her “chosen” form, which is to say, the form she chose at birth and grew up with, which happens to be the form of her deceased mother who was a wood elf.
She is quite adept at tracking people down, hunting them, one might say.
More recently, Tchel has a diamond tattoo seal on her chest which was put there by mages to protect her from any and all magic.
Weaknesses and fears: Being what she is has brought her no end of trouble in her life, so has gone through great pains to hide it from almost everyone she knows. Her biggest fear is someone discovering her secret. Without her seal, she is extremely susceptible to any sort of magic, it damaging her to the very core.
She has only learned to speak properly in recent years, before only speaking in broken sentences and gestures. So she may not always be able to formulate what she thinks into words, which is often mistaken for idiocy.
Tchel has quite the wrathful temper, if you wrong her or one of hers, watch out. Luckily for you the wrath is usually short lived.
Religion and cults: If she were to have a religion, it would be simply offering reverence to the wildness and adventure of nature.
Profession: Her adoptive human father trained her on a fishing boat in her early years,and has taken a liking to it as a way to reminisce and calm herself. One might simply describe this as a hobby though. To live, she prowls the wilds, proclaiming herself the Queen of them. Her intentions are to protect the land from ravaging, though her methods are... frowned upon.
Brief History: Tchel has always had a very rocky and unsure past. And indeed her very conception began with deceit. Though the deceit was born out of love and not trechery, the effect remained the same. Her very father, a shapeshifter, became enamored of the leading lady of house Saeraden. So enamored that he took upon himself, the countenance of her husband in order to seduce her. Eventually the copy was found and chased away when the Lord himself returned home from his travels, but the damage was done and the Lady was with child. After many years when the child came to term... it was a very unusual creature to say the least. It was born nearly formless, only existing as a mass of condensed gray mist. Until it solidified and took form as a wood elf child, an almost perfect replica of it's mother.
The stunned Lord and Lady of course knew not how to react. Shouldn't this be a small baby? An infant to coddle? Yet before them stood a smaller replica of the mother. They took it in and treated it as well as they could, but kept those events that day secret. And then, after only months, one day their little daughter was gone. Tchel was taken away in the night by her true father who had heard of her birthing. Somewhere along the way... she either ran away or was lost.
It was then she was taken in by a beaten, weathered, old fisherman by the name of Ander. And it was he who gave her the name of Tchel. Ander, being a former military man who lost his wife and children during wartime, rarely spoke. He showed a rare merciful streak when he took Tchel in, and developed a soft spot for the... sissy-child-elf-thing. He taught Tchel how to fish, and sail, and for a while Tchel knew a sort of normal life. They were at least peaceful days.
Tchel's life was always as transient as her own being though, and eventually that came to an end as well. A savage storm rocked her adoptive father's small boat, and threw it upon the rocky cliff faces of a desert. At the nubile age of 30 (around 10 in human years), the small child was sent to roam the desert, and the jungles just beyond. Alone.
(Still more to come, will write in later)
Nickname/Alias: Tchel
Age: 122
Gender: Interchangeable, but usually female.
Race: Shapeshifter (Born of a Shifter and a Wood Elf)
Height: Of her chosen form, five foot and four inches.
Weight: One hundred pounds.
Hair: Ever since all her hair was cut off several years ago, she has never let anyone touch it. Her hair is ridiculously long, wavy, usually tangled, and a brazen coppery red.
Eyes: The color of candlelight shining behind brandy. Amber colored with a golden blaze.
Skin: A slightly yellow toned skin with freckles dotting the highlights.
Identifying Marks: Of course her eyes, skin, and hair make her stand out. But more than those, it’s her ears that seem to attract the most attention. Her ears are much sharper and point up at a taller angle. They are more reminiscent of fae or imp ears rather than elf ears.
Appearance: Tchel’s appearance suggests something very wild about her. From her usually untidy hair, to her posture, it all seems an organized mess.
Her face looks quite elven, with many sharp angles and high cheekbones. She is very lean and gangly, and seems to have the body of an elf "teen," though much more defined from working and adventuring. Her normal outfits vary depending on the day, but she mostly dresses for comfort in simple slacks and tunic, or an airy work dress. However, you are unlikely to see her in any of these, because she is almost always in armor.
Strengths: There is of course the ability to shape shift, which she has not completely mastered yet and can only perform minor cosmetic changes. She prefers her “chosen” form, which is to say, the form she chose at birth and grew up with, which happens to be the form of her deceased mother who was a wood elf.
She is quite adept at tracking people down, hunting them, one might say.
More recently, Tchel has a diamond tattoo seal on her chest which was put there by mages to protect her from any and all magic.
Weaknesses and fears: Being what she is has brought her no end of trouble in her life, so has gone through great pains to hide it from almost everyone she knows. Her biggest fear is someone discovering her secret. Without her seal, she is extremely susceptible to any sort of magic, it damaging her to the very core.
She has only learned to speak properly in recent years, before only speaking in broken sentences and gestures. So she may not always be able to formulate what she thinks into words, which is often mistaken for idiocy.
Tchel has quite the wrathful temper, if you wrong her or one of hers, watch out. Luckily for you the wrath is usually short lived.
Religion and cults: If she were to have a religion, it would be simply offering reverence to the wildness and adventure of nature.
Profession: Her adoptive human father trained her on a fishing boat in her early years,and has taken a liking to it as a way to reminisce and calm herself. One might simply describe this as a hobby though. To live, she prowls the wilds, proclaiming herself the Queen of them. Her intentions are to protect the land from ravaging, though her methods are... frowned upon.
Brief History: Tchel has always had a very rocky and unsure past. And indeed her very conception began with deceit. Though the deceit was born out of love and not trechery, the effect remained the same. Her very father, a shapeshifter, became enamored of the leading lady of house Saeraden. So enamored that he took upon himself, the countenance of her husband in order to seduce her. Eventually the copy was found and chased away when the Lord himself returned home from his travels, but the damage was done and the Lady was with child. After many years when the child came to term... it was a very unusual creature to say the least. It was born nearly formless, only existing as a mass of condensed gray mist. Until it solidified and took form as a wood elf child, an almost perfect replica of it's mother.
The stunned Lord and Lady of course knew not how to react. Shouldn't this be a small baby? An infant to coddle? Yet before them stood a smaller replica of the mother. They took it in and treated it as well as they could, but kept those events that day secret. And then, after only months, one day their little daughter was gone. Tchel was taken away in the night by her true father who had heard of her birthing. Somewhere along the way... she either ran away or was lost.
It was then she was taken in by a beaten, weathered, old fisherman by the name of Ander. And it was he who gave her the name of Tchel. Ander, being a former military man who lost his wife and children during wartime, rarely spoke. He showed a rare merciful streak when he took Tchel in, and developed a soft spot for the... sissy-child-elf-thing. He taught Tchel how to fish, and sail, and for a while Tchel knew a sort of normal life. They were at least peaceful days.
Tchel's life was always as transient as her own being though, and eventually that came to an end as well. A savage storm rocked her adoptive father's small boat, and threw it upon the rocky cliff faces of a desert. At the nubile age of 30 (around 10 in human years), the small child was sent to roam the desert, and the jungles just beyond. Alone.
(Still more to come, will write in later)
