Aelia (Celestine's first alt)
Nov 28, 2013 20:29:20 GMT -6
Post by Aelia on Nov 28, 2013 20:29:20 GMT -6
Name: Aelia Scipio
Class: Archer
Hair Color: Rose Blonde
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Age: 19
Appearance: Aelia is a lithe, thin young (and it shows!) woman of just a smidgen smaller than average height and a small build, giving her a rather meek appearance that is almost constantly betrayed by the grin on her face. In most cases it seems people will take to calling her 'girl' or 'miss' before ma'am or whatever honorific a respectable woman deserves. Her eyes are a bright, striking green set into a youthful face with sharp features. She has a small nose, full lips and bright teeth that just scream years of attentive care. Yet, her hair is rather messy, the blonde locks cut into a haphazard pixie cut with bangs falling before her face, and often in her vision. She has pale skin with rosy cheeks, largely unblemished and likewise betraying the rough and tumble exterior that the girl seems so desperate to show off. It's quite likely if you washed the dirt off her face, styled her hair up properly and got her out of that armor you'd find someone who would look much more in place at a gala than a battlefield.
Clothes: Aelia's wear is likewise, far from anything that could ever be acceptable at a gala on even the most lax of days. She wears a thick brown cloak over assorted pieces of leather padding around her shoulders and arms, though her right shoulder remains bare of any protection. Her major squishy parts around her midsection are protected by a tanned leather chest piece. Under her chest armor she wears a black tunic, equally rough as the rest of her outfit. To finish off her piecemeal appearance are her brown pants secured by a sagging black belt that's clearly too large for the girl, oddly enough the belt seems to be gilded with silver accents. It seems like she didn't get everything she's wearing from some abandoned shack deep in the forest.
She's commonly seen wearing a fancifully designed quiver over one shoulder, the leather engraved with intricate designs that were once painted over in silver coloring that's showing clear signs of fading. Her bow is normally seen slung over her shoulder, mostly because she's quite intent on being undetected if she has to resort to brandishing it.
Born in: Etruria
Story: Pomp, circumstance, (mellow)drama and stuffiness were all very apt adjectives to describe Aelia's early life. She was the eldest daughter, the prized jewel lofted above all others, of a noble house in Eturia. And of course, she received every little benefit befitting such a delicate little flower. She groomed to be a political weapon and outstanding housewife, fancy parties and shindigs and soirees and feasts the common man could never begin to imagine were all quite common place in her life! And yet, despite being born with a platinum plated spoon in her mouth, Aelia hated it all. Every part of it, from the inexcusably extravagant gowns to the fake smile she would have to put on every time she had to mingle with all the air headed maidens and gossip girls. Some would call Aelia selfish, or immature, but into her teenage years she found her absolute distaste of the life of leisure she had grown into to become like constant fingernails on a chalk board for every waking moment.
She did her absolute best to get away from it all, focusing more on her archery and falconry classes than any of her traditional etiquette routines. She was commonly called lazy, far too easy going, empty headed for trying to push away against the caste she was born in. But in truth, she found it all so utterly boring. She didn't want to be the Damsel in Distress to be rescued by the Knight in Shining Armor, she wanted to be the knight, she wanted to get out there and see the world from the eyes of a normal person, to breath true fresh air and be free from the constant binding pressure that had defined her entire life to that point. And one morning, six days after her sixteenth birthday, she left the family villa she had known all her life. Only a maid had seen her escape, recounting that she had seen a woman in silks with a bow slung over her back mount one of the perimeter walls and vanish into the rising sun.
It certainly wasn't easy going from there, for all the romance and hope she put into it, living a life of harship wasn't anything close to what she thought it would be. She never felt that connection to nature she had so desperately sought, and stealing food was far more overrated than her books made it out to be. She dithered from town to town, city to city and even region to region, contemplating returning home many a time but always shunning the idea due to fear of how her parents would react. Surely they would be mad, but it was the disappointment that would harm her the most, and that emotion was something she was far happier to imagine and push back into her brain than have to confront face to face. And as far as she was concerned, the second she jumped the wall she was an entirely different woman. She learned basic survival, hunting skills, and how to use her sharpened wit through trial and error out in the 'real' world. Of course she had more than her fair share of close encounters and scrapes with what may have well been the end of her impromptu story, but she's striven to learn from each one. Even as she's become nothing more than a lone wanderer in Elibe, a thief, vigilante, loner, Ner'e do well or kind heart of the forest depending on who one talks to.
Class: Archer
Hair Color: Rose Blonde
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Age: 19
Appearance: Aelia is a lithe, thin young (and it shows!) woman of just a smidgen smaller than average height and a small build, giving her a rather meek appearance that is almost constantly betrayed by the grin on her face. In most cases it seems people will take to calling her 'girl' or 'miss' before ma'am or whatever honorific a respectable woman deserves. Her eyes are a bright, striking green set into a youthful face with sharp features. She has a small nose, full lips and bright teeth that just scream years of attentive care. Yet, her hair is rather messy, the blonde locks cut into a haphazard pixie cut with bangs falling before her face, and often in her vision. She has pale skin with rosy cheeks, largely unblemished and likewise betraying the rough and tumble exterior that the girl seems so desperate to show off. It's quite likely if you washed the dirt off her face, styled her hair up properly and got her out of that armor you'd find someone who would look much more in place at a gala than a battlefield.
Clothes: Aelia's wear is likewise, far from anything that could ever be acceptable at a gala on even the most lax of days. She wears a thick brown cloak over assorted pieces of leather padding around her shoulders and arms, though her right shoulder remains bare of any protection. Her major squishy parts around her midsection are protected by a tanned leather chest piece. Under her chest armor she wears a black tunic, equally rough as the rest of her outfit. To finish off her piecemeal appearance are her brown pants secured by a sagging black belt that's clearly too large for the girl, oddly enough the belt seems to be gilded with silver accents. It seems like she didn't get everything she's wearing from some abandoned shack deep in the forest.
She's commonly seen wearing a fancifully designed quiver over one shoulder, the leather engraved with intricate designs that were once painted over in silver coloring that's showing clear signs of fading. Her bow is normally seen slung over her shoulder, mostly because she's quite intent on being undetected if she has to resort to brandishing it.
Born in: Etruria
Story: Pomp, circumstance, (mellow)drama and stuffiness were all very apt adjectives to describe Aelia's early life. She was the eldest daughter, the prized jewel lofted above all others, of a noble house in Eturia. And of course, she received every little benefit befitting such a delicate little flower. She groomed to be a political weapon and outstanding housewife, fancy parties and shindigs and soirees and feasts the common man could never begin to imagine were all quite common place in her life! And yet, despite being born with a platinum plated spoon in her mouth, Aelia hated it all. Every part of it, from the inexcusably extravagant gowns to the fake smile she would have to put on every time she had to mingle with all the air headed maidens and gossip girls. Some would call Aelia selfish, or immature, but into her teenage years she found her absolute distaste of the life of leisure she had grown into to become like constant fingernails on a chalk board for every waking moment.
She did her absolute best to get away from it all, focusing more on her archery and falconry classes than any of her traditional etiquette routines. She was commonly called lazy, far too easy going, empty headed for trying to push away against the caste she was born in. But in truth, she found it all so utterly boring. She didn't want to be the Damsel in Distress to be rescued by the Knight in Shining Armor, she wanted to be the knight, she wanted to get out there and see the world from the eyes of a normal person, to breath true fresh air and be free from the constant binding pressure that had defined her entire life to that point. And one morning, six days after her sixteenth birthday, she left the family villa she had known all her life. Only a maid had seen her escape, recounting that she had seen a woman in silks with a bow slung over her back mount one of the perimeter walls and vanish into the rising sun.
It certainly wasn't easy going from there, for all the romance and hope she put into it, living a life of harship wasn't anything close to what she thought it would be. She never felt that connection to nature she had so desperately sought, and stealing food was far more overrated than her books made it out to be. She dithered from town to town, city to city and even region to region, contemplating returning home many a time but always shunning the idea due to fear of how her parents would react. Surely they would be mad, but it was the disappointment that would harm her the most, and that emotion was something she was far happier to imagine and push back into her brain than have to confront face to face. And as far as she was concerned, the second she jumped the wall she was an entirely different woman. She learned basic survival, hunting skills, and how to use her sharpened wit through trial and error out in the 'real' world. Of course she had more than her fair share of close encounters and scrapes with what may have well been the end of her impromptu story, but she's striven to learn from each one. Even as she's become nothing more than a lone wanderer in Elibe, a thief, vigilante, loner, Ner'e do well or kind heart of the forest depending on who one talks to.