Lyrt (Mel's Alt)
Feb 23, 2012 5:01:04 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 5:01:04 GMT -6
Name: Lyrt
Class: Archer
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Wine Red
Age: Seventeen
Appearance: Lyrt is not the tallest of people, yet she stands above those of the smaller size. Her hair is the color of snow rather rare in a Sacaen whom usually have the darker side of shades. She prefers it pinned up modestly and practically, white bangs trimmed neatly to frame her heart shaped face.
Thought the lass's eyes are a harsh fiery red they are soft all the same full of a slight innocence that is rare in such dark times. Her waistline is rather small though she eats like a rabbit wolf starved for a century daily. Assuming as well that a wolf could survive that long and have its hunger grow at a fixed rate.
She dresses in the usual sacean garb colored in various shades of blue like the ever expanding sky above the plains. All of her garments are modest, not revealing much more than absolutely necessary.
Born in: Sacae
Story: The child of a Sacaen Chieftain Lyrt grew up abiding by the sacaen morals and lifestyle. Her mother was Ilian, a rarity in most cases with the reservations between the tribes and outsiders. From that union she received her unique hair and eyes as well as unique status as half blood.
Yet her father and tribe treated her no lesser then a full blood and she had little to yearn for. Most of her time though was spent clinging to her elder brother, or most commonly known as half brother but they made a point not to distinguish between his sacaen mother and her Illian, they both died giving birth to them and neither knew their mother. And so she grew up strong, fueled by the sun of the plain her own ideals fueled by her own mind left to grow into the form she desired.
Though a year back her brother disappeared leaving only his sword and a note he was leaving to see the world. her family not hearing any news of him.
And so armed with her bow and her brother's sword slung over her back she left to make her way out to find what had become of him...
Class: Archer
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Wine Red
Age: Seventeen
Appearance: Lyrt is not the tallest of people, yet she stands above those of the smaller size. Her hair is the color of snow rather rare in a Sacaen whom usually have the darker side of shades. She prefers it pinned up modestly and practically, white bangs trimmed neatly to frame her heart shaped face.
Thought the lass's eyes are a harsh fiery red they are soft all the same full of a slight innocence that is rare in such dark times. Her waistline is rather small though she eats like a rabbit wolf starved for a century daily. Assuming as well that a wolf could survive that long and have its hunger grow at a fixed rate.
She dresses in the usual sacean garb colored in various shades of blue like the ever expanding sky above the plains. All of her garments are modest, not revealing much more than absolutely necessary.
Born in: Sacae
Story: The child of a Sacaen Chieftain Lyrt grew up abiding by the sacaen morals and lifestyle. Her mother was Ilian, a rarity in most cases with the reservations between the tribes and outsiders. From that union she received her unique hair and eyes as well as unique status as half blood.
Yet her father and tribe treated her no lesser then a full blood and she had little to yearn for. Most of her time though was spent clinging to her elder brother, or most commonly known as half brother but they made a point not to distinguish between his sacaen mother and her Illian, they both died giving birth to them and neither knew their mother. And so she grew up strong, fueled by the sun of the plain her own ideals fueled by her own mind left to grow into the form she desired.
Though a year back her brother disappeared leaving only his sword and a note he was leaving to see the world. her family not hearing any news of him.
And so armed with her bow and her brother's sword slung over her back she left to make her way out to find what had become of him...
