Post by kuri on Nov 28, 2012 17:55:02 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Kuri Dewwind
Race: Elven, Dailish
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birthplace: Wildern
Residence: Kirtwall
Affiliation: She hasnt chosen a place among the shems.
Occupation: shes jobless, and just trying to make things easy for her self
Religion: she fallows the forest gods of the Dailish.
COMBAT
Class: Rouge
Character Stats:
(You begin with six points, which you can divide within the group below as you want. For each level you get, you gain one point. This is what makes your character special, and each attribute has its advantages.)
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 3
Willpower: 0
Magic:0
Cunning: 2
Spells:
none
Gear:
The Twin Moons, shiny dragon-bone daggers
Inscribed leather armor, from chest, legs, gloves and boots
3 elf roots
2 health poultices
and one blank book
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance:
Long chestnut hair that flows down to the middle of her back. Once bright blue eyes are now a dull blue with kindness hidden behind cockiness. Her skin pale as flower and just as soft. She has a tattoo branded across her forehead and the humans see two trees crossing over as the elves see its the huntress trees. Two lines slide off her lips down her chin showing that she is of age. Her body shape is almost slender but more robust, some mussel here and there but some scars across her legs from being whipped.
But theres something odd on her right thigh that no one really notices. A brand of a crow on her leg. But to small to be noticeable. Scars mostly cover it like some one took a knife and tried covering it up.
Personality: Kuri is a nice person. Though towards humans its a different story. She either tries to hide from them or wants to kill them after watching her mother be dragged of by them. But being with a bunch of refugees she had came across some "nice" humans and it showed her there not all the same. But that fear is still there, the hate-rid is still hidden inside.
As for elves, Kuri has no problems with but she does not like the city elves. they're to friendly with the humans and the act like them and this disgust Kuri. how do these elves look at them self's.
HISTORY
In the Free marches where was a clan of Dailish elves that lived off the land rather then being nomads. Farming, hunting, and fishing were taught at a young age. The river close to their home brought them plenty of water and food. The forest didn't know what humans, or what dwarfs were, expect when the very old Merrain the keeper told the children stories of their lore. Kuri being almost old enough to go off on her own, she already had the huntress tattooed on her face.
Kuri was happy that she was considered as a grown up though her mother wasn't. Her mother still treated her like she was a small child. Being close to her mother Kuri hated the way she was being treated by her, that the arguments started. The bond slowly breaking into pieces and Kuri was more wondering off with out any brother or sisters. One day she saw people walking into the wood. They didnt seem like elves they had helmets covering their faces and ears. Ignoring them she thought they were other elves coming to speak with Merrain.
An hour passed before Kuri heard the screams of her people. Running as fast as she could back to camp she saw these "imposters" were not elves, some with their helmets off did not have the pointed ears. They were shems. Frozen in fear she was grabbed by the arm, almost falling in the direction of the pull. But finding it wasnt a shem it was her mother. Fallowing her mother deeper into the forest, she brought her bow as well as her dead husbands Twin Moons daggers. Tears filled Kuris face, she should have told her clan that people were coming. This was all her fault. It was her fault why there were coming.
Her mother hid her under a large birch tree. hiding, under the large roots that burrowed out of the muddy earth. Kuri crawled under covering her self in thick mud. Her mother gave her the daggers when kuri pleaded for forgiveness. Her mother shook her head at her and looked down and smile "Dareth Da'len" Her word were filled with fear but motherly at the same time. Standing up and looking back at where the camp was, there was shems that slowly walked up and spotted her. Kuri watched as her mother was dragged back to the camp. Tears filed her eyes as she wanted to shout out for her but couldn't. Her body stiffen, while doing so her hand slip over the bright silver daggers. Her once father had use to bring down drake with. Closing her eyes she calmed down and waited for the shems to leave.
Leaving her hiding spot she started walking in the direction in which they have came from. South east to Kirtwall. There was one time the keeper spoke of this place, and warned the clan to never wonder there. But Kuri didnt know where to go other then what the Keeper spoke of. But he said there were other elves there. Maybe they could help her.
Hours come to pasts, growing into days, then weeks, to months. But about after 4 months she stubble around the cost. Feeling sad under her feet she didnt know where she nor what month it was.
Several days past before she she just sat down feeling like giving up on life her body was to weak and was starving and dehydrated. she sighed and sat beside a boulder, curling up into a ball trying to cry in peace. her eyes red and burning from tears mixed with salt of the sea. The day was starting to end, the sun started to set she need to make a campfire to keep my self warm. Looking around the cliff Kuri saw a group of men in armor. " one of the men turn. Kuri turned around quickly and tried to crawl way. But the clutter of armored men running towards her. Kuri got a few feet before they circled, cornering her in a dead end. One of the men slowly walked up to her as she was trying to back up but walking into the rocky cliff. she picked up a rock an threw it at the closest men. CLUNK! It his his armor but it just made him fall back 3 steps. They all walked in closer to her and she couldn't do anything but yell for help. She didn't know if there was people here that could help me or not. The men were only a few feet in front of her. Their hands was clasped tightly around her arms. she was hit in the head with the halter of the sword and everything turn red then to faded to black.
so being sold into slavery at the age of 17. But more and more shems were coming from the south and she didnt know why. She couldnt speak English and no one under stood Dailish. Learning to not to talk to any one but obeying with a nod she had no where to turn. She had to grow into being a slave until the age of 20. But she had it, she had enough of being nothing more then eye candy to this old man. Running away she has been on the run from her master for the past two years, hiding in Dark Town.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: i go by Kuri, my real name is Kristi
Contact: well the easiest way is through facebook. www.facebook.com/kurisuchi1990
Roleplay Experience: i started back when i was in middle school with a friend of my. it started in her little note book, and thats how i learn to act things out with other people.
Language(s): i speak in English and only English. once in a while ill speak some Dailish words but no one in the normal reality know what im saying
How did you find us?: i found it on Google sadly. i was looking for a good photo of fenris and a bio of him for a friend of my cuz she never play the game and you guys were....there!
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:
A, pale girl laid in her bed, tossing and turning in her sleep. Her long brown hair, tangling from her endless motion, her face was pale like white lily, but her face expression showed that she was having some type of nightmare. She moved and shoved her head into the pillow, and started to scream, “NO! NO! GET AWAY!” the girl clearly had something in the dream that was making her uneasy.
A door from the closest opened, and out came a shadow. It was a male looking human, but something was odd about him. He had silver eyes that pierced out of his long ravenous black hair. Like cold ice in black water. He had metal like claw with small chains connected to a metal bracelet. The middle finger claw had a face of a lion on it. The male was pale like the girl, but he was like marble, a moving, breathing statue.
The man moved over to the girl’s bed. He stood over her only a foot away from the side of her body. The girl moved on to her back, and her breath taking face was facing him. The man looked at her and slowly reached out his hand above her. His metal claws touched her chest but his hand did not, it stayed above her. The girl gasped and her eyes opened. Her blue eyes started to fade from life and slowly became lifeless. Her body lifted up, into the man’s hand. Something came from her chest, glowing brightly. The man cupped his hand and the bright thing floated easily in his giant, cold hands.
Password: Divine
