Post by J'ayaram-Rogue-elf on Jan 3, 2017 22:12:31 GMT 1
Player NAME: Fenix (Fefe) D. M.
CHARACTER NAME: J'ayaram
RACE: Elf
GENDER: Male
BLOODED: Pure
SOUL NAME: None
LIFE\LOVEMATE: (Open)
CUB(S): Not yet
AGE: 764? (He really dose not keep up with time well. Somewhere between 700-800 years.)
HEIGHT: 6 feet tall
HAIR: Black and red streaked with a wavy look and past his shoulders to mid back when pinned up. Also, he has long Lord Voll style side burns.
EYES: Color: Gold, Shape: Large, ((Wide or narrow, not sure on that yet.))
SKIN TONE: slight tan, as he will bath mid day, but he is mostly nocturnal for safety.
BODY TYPE: Fit, (like Egg when he was a wandering Sage), Tall, slender.
MARKS\SCARS\OUTSTANDING FEATURES: ? ((Will update soon as I draw him.))
CLOTHING: A high colar royal blue vest with a deep purple long sleeved robe, dark brown leather knee boots, and black leather pants.
JEWELRY: He sometimes wears the old Owl wings head dress the humans made for him long ago. It is his most treasured item besides his robe.
WEAPONS: A Staff that when it is unlocked and separated becomes a baton and a short spear.
SPECIAL POSSESSIONS: NYes, the owl wings headdress the Humans made for him and his fine robe they made for him as well, long ago.
ABILITIES: Fire magic, (average - strong sending) Fire and Floating objects with sending and gliding ability.
SKILLS: Mending a minor wound with herbs and moss or dirt or honey packed poultice, Sewing, weaving, braiding, hunting, Trapping, hiding, being silent for a long time to wait out prey, almost never gets bored, only net fishing, has never ridden any animal, ever. It seems senseless unless you are hurt and need to be carried.
FAMILY: parents: Sire: Skimlark (Unknown if alive or dead), Dame: Silky (Unknown)
ORIGIN: Parents left him. Rogue wandering elf lived with humans a while as a kid, growing up with them and then alone for a long time after that.
PERSONAL HISTORY AND INFORMATION: as a wee thing, about 3 - 6, he can't recall, while his parents were trading with humans in a nice village that did not fear elves, a horrible storm came into the woods one night and tore at the trees for days and when the wee J'ayaram came out of hiding, his parents were gone, just gone.
He waited to near death for them to come back among the rubble. The man and woman that his parents had been trading with found him as the man was hunting and the woman was gathering eggs and berries along with some medicinal herbs to hang and let dry. The couple took him back to the Village to raise him as their own. This was how it was for until the death of the couple's eldest grandson died and Jayaram was taken in by the Leader of the village to be held as a near God of Fire.
This gave the Lords of the village power over the people as each new Gen of Ruler used him for his fire magic as a trophy slave. He had no chains and could have floated away at any time, but had no place to refuge in all of his imagination. So, he allowed them to use him. Time passed and the latest ruler demanded his daughter and the elf wed.
The elf and girl did like each other but she loved another. They were now both trapped by circumstance and forced to play along with the wishes of her Father, the King in rule over the Village and surrounding lands now. It was a secret that my guy would fake sleeping with the human and she would sneak off to her human lover when possible with his help since he could float discreetly and at night.
20 years passed and with no child to bare, J'ayaram and the Ruler fought and in his pint up and over due anger took the elf over and in his freedom and rage he set the Ruler ablaze and by accident, killed the girl and only burned the Ruler.
The Father was so angry with hate and resentment at not having any heir, the Ruler then ordered a man hunt for the elf kicking up old hatreds between humans and elf once again. He was forced to flee and did so expertly well, even he could not find himself. Being free, from all he has ever known and in such a miserable and ungraceful manor, he grieved for days till hunger set in and he had to hunt and build shelter and tools and a fire.
He had to use all that was in need to survive that he learned from observing humans and what they shared in teaching him to do these things. Hundreds of years passed, famine moved across the area as far as he could see except in one direction far far away to the east. He took a few moths to smoke and dry meats while make water skins, mapping in his mind the landscape and tracing that mental map as to what the quickest and easiest trek will be.
He would glide as high as possible hold there at that height looking far and wide to make the mental map. The time came for him to leave and whatever he could carry was he took with him on his quest to find a life giving forest once more and he hoped to the High Ones that there would be no Humans to harm him.
Little did J'ayaram know that he was heading to a Holt with many elves and some trolls. But, that would be a while before making it there. Many months till he discovers them. Once there he heads into the western mountains then spotting a body of water to drink from, he drinks and then on towards the middle of the new Holt running into some elves there around there or as he heads to the coastline having never seen such a large body of water before and the air smelled of salt and lush green forest he realized as he made his way through the Foliage to look around amd onward to the beach.
Likes: some humans, climbing, high places, shaping fire, being free to be at peace and laughing.
dislikes: clatter or many voices over each other, Cruel humans, Storms, falling trees and starving.
history: He has lived with humans a third of his life and been alone ever since leaving them. Now he seeks more.
phobias: Loud sounds like crashing trees or lightening or too many voices at once in a small space.
personality: He is calm, shy, relaxed and at ease with himself most of the time. He rarely ever gets bored and finds ways to entertain his mind. He sometimes talks to himself, random animals or sings if bored or lonely.
He is polite and patient with others, something he learned to be from his role as a Guest God was to appear regal and Noble to others without looking down on them.
He has a kind big heart. He will help a baby bird back into it's nest or a human that hurt him the day before with something when no other will help them.
COLORS\SYMBOLS: His hair is almost always dressy or elaborately pinned up ?((Colors to be added once drawn))
KNOWLEDGE\OPINION OF:
HUMANS: Some good others awful.
TROLLS: Never met one yet. (Till he runs into the good ones at the new Holt).
PRESERVERS: Dose not recall ever meeting one.
OTHER ELVES: Only his Parents till he arrives at the New Holt and runs into them
ANIMAL FRIEND: Yes, a short No Hump he had one till it died of old age many years ago.
NAME: Mossy
GENDER: F
COLOR: Soft grey ash white with blond hooves and long white main and tail.
Personality: She fallowed him like a dog where ever he went, she went too. It was her way.
CHARACTER NAME: J'ayaram
RACE: Elf
GENDER: Male
BLOODED: Pure
SOUL NAME: None
LIFE\LOVEMATE: (Open)
CUB(S): Not yet
AGE: 764? (He really dose not keep up with time well. Somewhere between 700-800 years.)
HEIGHT: 6 feet tall
HAIR: Black and red streaked with a wavy look and past his shoulders to mid back when pinned up. Also, he has long Lord Voll style side burns.
EYES: Color: Gold, Shape: Large, ((Wide or narrow, not sure on that yet.))
SKIN TONE: slight tan, as he will bath mid day, but he is mostly nocturnal for safety.
BODY TYPE: Fit, (like Egg when he was a wandering Sage), Tall, slender.
MARKS\SCARS\OUTSTANDING FEATURES: ? ((Will update soon as I draw him.))
CLOTHING: A high colar royal blue vest with a deep purple long sleeved robe, dark brown leather knee boots, and black leather pants.
JEWELRY: He sometimes wears the old Owl wings head dress the humans made for him long ago. It is his most treasured item besides his robe.
WEAPONS: A Staff that when it is unlocked and separated becomes a baton and a short spear.
SPECIAL POSSESSIONS: NYes, the owl wings headdress the Humans made for him and his fine robe they made for him as well, long ago.
ABILITIES: Fire magic, (average - strong sending) Fire and Floating objects with sending and gliding ability.
SKILLS: Mending a minor wound with herbs and moss or dirt or honey packed poultice, Sewing, weaving, braiding, hunting, Trapping, hiding, being silent for a long time to wait out prey, almost never gets bored, only net fishing, has never ridden any animal, ever. It seems senseless unless you are hurt and need to be carried.
FAMILY: parents: Sire: Skimlark (Unknown if alive or dead), Dame: Silky (Unknown)
ORIGIN: Parents left him. Rogue wandering elf lived with humans a while as a kid, growing up with them and then alone for a long time after that.
PERSONAL HISTORY AND INFORMATION: as a wee thing, about 3 - 6, he can't recall, while his parents were trading with humans in a nice village that did not fear elves, a horrible storm came into the woods one night and tore at the trees for days and when the wee J'ayaram came out of hiding, his parents were gone, just gone.
He waited to near death for them to come back among the rubble. The man and woman that his parents had been trading with found him as the man was hunting and the woman was gathering eggs and berries along with some medicinal herbs to hang and let dry. The couple took him back to the Village to raise him as their own. This was how it was for until the death of the couple's eldest grandson died and Jayaram was taken in by the Leader of the village to be held as a near God of Fire.
This gave the Lords of the village power over the people as each new Gen of Ruler used him for his fire magic as a trophy slave. He had no chains and could have floated away at any time, but had no place to refuge in all of his imagination. So, he allowed them to use him. Time passed and the latest ruler demanded his daughter and the elf wed.
The elf and girl did like each other but she loved another. They were now both trapped by circumstance and forced to play along with the wishes of her Father, the King in rule over the Village and surrounding lands now. It was a secret that my guy would fake sleeping with the human and she would sneak off to her human lover when possible with his help since he could float discreetly and at night.
20 years passed and with no child to bare, J'ayaram and the Ruler fought and in his pint up and over due anger took the elf over and in his freedom and rage he set the Ruler ablaze and by accident, killed the girl and only burned the Ruler.
The Father was so angry with hate and resentment at not having any heir, the Ruler then ordered a man hunt for the elf kicking up old hatreds between humans and elf once again. He was forced to flee and did so expertly well, even he could not find himself. Being free, from all he has ever known and in such a miserable and ungraceful manor, he grieved for days till hunger set in and he had to hunt and build shelter and tools and a fire.
He had to use all that was in need to survive that he learned from observing humans and what they shared in teaching him to do these things. Hundreds of years passed, famine moved across the area as far as he could see except in one direction far far away to the east. He took a few moths to smoke and dry meats while make water skins, mapping in his mind the landscape and tracing that mental map as to what the quickest and easiest trek will be.
He would glide as high as possible hold there at that height looking far and wide to make the mental map. The time came for him to leave and whatever he could carry was he took with him on his quest to find a life giving forest once more and he hoped to the High Ones that there would be no Humans to harm him.
Little did J'ayaram know that he was heading to a Holt with many elves and some trolls. But, that would be a while before making it there. Many months till he discovers them. Once there he heads into the western mountains then spotting a body of water to drink from, he drinks and then on towards the middle of the new Holt running into some elves there around there or as he heads to the coastline having never seen such a large body of water before and the air smelled of salt and lush green forest he realized as he made his way through the Foliage to look around amd onward to the beach.
Likes: some humans, climbing, high places, shaping fire, being free to be at peace and laughing.
dislikes: clatter or many voices over each other, Cruel humans, Storms, falling trees and starving.
history: He has lived with humans a third of his life and been alone ever since leaving them. Now he seeks more.
phobias: Loud sounds like crashing trees or lightening or too many voices at once in a small space.
personality: He is calm, shy, relaxed and at ease with himself most of the time. He rarely ever gets bored and finds ways to entertain his mind. He sometimes talks to himself, random animals or sings if bored or lonely.
He is polite and patient with others, something he learned to be from his role as a Guest God was to appear regal and Noble to others without looking down on them.
He has a kind big heart. He will help a baby bird back into it's nest or a human that hurt him the day before with something when no other will help them.
COLORS\SYMBOLS: His hair is almost always dressy or elaborately pinned up ?((Colors to be added once drawn))
KNOWLEDGE\OPINION OF:
HUMANS: Some good others awful.
TROLLS: Never met one yet. (Till he runs into the good ones at the new Holt).
PRESERVERS: Dose not recall ever meeting one.
OTHER ELVES: Only his Parents till he arrives at the New Holt and runs into them
ANIMAL FRIEND: Yes, a short No Hump he had one till it died of old age many years ago.
NAME: Mossy
GENDER: F
COLOR: Soft grey ash white with blond hooves and long white main and tail.
Personality: She fallowed him like a dog where ever he went, she went too. It was her way.
Just let me know, one of you, please and thanks for helping me with this. 
pfew
I see, Thank you Gerlin I am posting a reply right now .