Terra

[Terra Ashalle]

GENERAL

Full Name: Terra Ashalle
Race: Elf
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Birthplace: Denerim
Residence: Anywhere she can seek shelter.
Affiliation: n/a
Occupation: n/a
Religion: n/a

COMBAT

Class: Mage (Arcane warrior)
Character Stats:

Strength: 3
Dexterity: 0
Willpower: 1
Magic: 2
Cunning: 0

Spells:
Arcane Bolt
Rock Armour
Flame Blast

Gear: Terra is usually donned in makeshift metal armour covered in light green fabric much similar to rogue armour. Her metal boots guard up to her thighs and she sports her fathers sword and shield.

CHARACTERISTICS

Appearance: Medium build and standing at 5''6, Terra is thinly built with lithe muscles. Her skin is pale, marred with light scars and blemishes. Her almond shaped eyes are chocolate brown and her hair is long and light blonde. She is nothing spectcular and she tends to try and hide her pointed ears with her hair to attempt to hide her species.

Personality: Terra is hardly quiet. She might roam the wilds alone, but she is no recluse. Happy go lucky and always attempting, if sometimes unsuccessfully, to look on the bright side of life, Terra is usually a good person to be around. She can be sarcastic and a little hot headed when someone gets in her way or attempts to undermine her, which she hates, and she is overly bitter toward the guards of denerim for her own reasons. She can be wary of humans, of corse, but tries not to judge people before they have met. It doesnt mean she can't think bad things, however, so long as she stays polite, or so her father taught her. She isn't always sunshine and roses of corse, and that attitude is usualy an act to cover up her true feelings. She hates pity and she cannot stand people trying to 'help' her. In her mind, she is alone and only she can help herself.

HISTORY

Raised in the elven slums of Denerim, Terra was raised by her mother and father. She had discovered her mage powers when she was young. She had accidently moved the earth and knocked over a table, shattering her mothers only decent bowls. Though her mother got angry, neither feared for her as her father was also a mage and had kept his secret hidden through arcane magic. How he had become this fabled warriour is unknown, though he often told Terra it was in their blood, that their line somehow linked to the arcane warriours of lore. She was not sure wether to believe him, but it mattered not.

Her early years were mostly uneventful, though as she aged she began to realise the attitude of the humans toward her kind. Often sneaking off into the city, Terra would dream of becoming a guard despite her race and worked hard to train in swordplay with her father to develop her skills. She was eager to prove her worth, pointed ears or not. The guards never took her seriously when she would exclaim in the streets of how she would someay rise in their ranks. She didn't expect them too.

At the age of eight, her mother died. They said she had commited suicide, but Terra knew different. One of the human nobles had taken a liking to her. He had hurt her, and in her shame she killed herself. Terra considered it murder and never forgave that man, but she knew only a face and no name. She never got revenge. Her father coped for his daughter and raised her well, even more determined to keep her secret hidden and to teach her to defend herself. He would die if the circle took his child away now his wie was gone and both knew it. They were afraid, but they survived, keeping their heads down.

When she was 12, the blight hit, though she and her father managed to survive with their swords and shields. Even in the chaos, she could not reveal her secret. She was young and weak, but able enough and through the worst of the attack on Denerim, she was forced by her father to hide.

When she turned sixteen, she met her first lover; Zakarys. She was ranting to the guard as usual. They had watched her steal an apple and were not happy about it, but the girl defended herself though of corse she was guilty. The man in question was a guardsman, a handsom young man who laughed at her hot headed attitude, bought the apple and defended her though he had no evidence she say she was no thief. Terra rejected his offer for a date, of corse, angry that he had 'saved' her. She was no damsel in distress! Yet after several attempts, she finally surcame and the pair quickly fell in love.

Everything was fine until one day when an elven child was torn from his mothers arms. The circle had found him and in her rage, Terra threw herself in front of the child and refused to let them take him. Mages were not dangerous, she shouted as the child cried for his mother. Of corse they did not listen. Dragging her off the boy, she lashed out and in her fury, she burnt the face of the nearest guard; Zak. The attention, then was turned upon her and in her fear she froze. If her father had not seen the commotion, this would be a very different tale. He fought the guards, using his sword and his magic, and he screamed for his daughter to run. Losing her would kill him, so he would die for her freedom.

And so he did.

She fled the city and managed to steal a horse, outrunning the guards and making it into the wilds. For the next few years of her life, she moved from town to town, living rough. It is by trusting only herself that she has survived. She has no one else.

BEHIND THE MASK

Player’s Pen Name: Sol, Seiface, Pan, but you can call me Terra!
Contact: PM.

Roleplay Experience: A lot, but I am still lame.
Language(s): English only.
How did you find us?: Chatterbox, affilate with ME:Validity.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:

Sol stared into the glass and out toward the skycaps drifting lazily through the black skies. Her reflection stared back, eyes clearly worried, lips trembling and slinky parted. Her curvy frame was draped in the fitted white dress he had approved of back before all this crap happened and her feet were bare, for the only shoes she owned were armour or not suited to this outfit. She didn't mind. It wasn't like she needed them. Her toes wiggled in the cold surface and she felt her fingers brush against the gun holstered against her left leg. It as hidden under the flowing skirt of the dress - just in case. Could she really trust him? Probably, but he had been so angry when she left that she couldn't not come armed. He would probably tell her off if she didn't. He was always so cautious of her.

She had missed him. She couldn't deny that. The night she and Rimmy had... Well, she had been so distraught over being abandoned and reminded of her sat that she had wept. It was in her weakness that this had all happened. Maybe if he had forgiven her sooner this would never have gone so far. If he had not got so angry and thrown her from his home...

No. Se could not blame anyone else for her mistakes. Sol did not love. She did not feel for people. Not anymore. She refused. The fact she cared for the quarian was nobodies fault and she needed to cast such thoughts from her mind. She needed to run away but until she could get to Omega she was stuck with these stupid emotions.

Turning from her reflection, she headed toward the apartment. Though she had not been there for some time, she walked easily as though it had been but a day. Her memory served her well, but as she walked her swift pace became gradually slower. Was this really for the best? She bit her lip and saw the numberless door. She took a deep breath. Now or never. Her hand raised and she hesitated for a moment before knocking three sharp times.

Password: Divine

[Cecille de Val Royeaux]

APPROVED

Such a tragedy.. it's a shame that the girl would lose her lover in such a way. It'll be interesting to see how her life spirals in the cracked world we reside in.