Post by avaris on Mar 4, 2011 18:46:53 GMT -5
Allianarhan Malvallet
I was born as Sarah and i have lived for Twenty winters. Behind my keyboard i am known as Avaris And i've been playing this game for 8 years but you might know me better as Alliana
I'm not a dwarf! I'm a girl.
Name: Allianarhan Malvallett
Nickname(s):Alliana
Age:23
Gender:Female
Social Class: Commoner
Occupation:Wanderer
Race:Half-Breed (Half Human, half Naiad)
Martial Status:Single
Sexuality:Straight
Face Claim:Katie McGrath
Can you make me taller?
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Bright Blue
Height: 5’4
Weight:125
Skin Tone:Fair, Porcelain light skin
Body Type:Average athletic
Distinguishing Marks: None
Clothing: She prefers her rough and tumble armor.
It is light chainmail, with a heavier corset in the middle. She wears strapped mid calf length black boots and black pants. She also favours a green cape, as well as a shawl of the same colour for traveling.
Overall appearance:
Standing only 5’4, Alliana is a strong hard woman. She weighs 125 and is all muscle. Her storm deep blue eyes are full of mystery, madness and secrets. Often tussled and tied, her dark brown, almost black hair comes down to her shoulders and she wears it tied it in a fishtail braid or loose around her shoulders. Her skin is outlandishly pale and fine like porcelain. From a distance, she almost looks as if she could break, but upon closer inspection could easily break you.
You wouldn't believe us if we told you, sir.
Family situation:
Father: RaGareth
Mother: Allianarhan
Siblings: None
Extended Family:Unknown
Full History:
A stern, but very foolish man was…so to say, not where he should have been in the wee hours of the morning. Tripping over himself through the tangle of the forest at night, he stumbled upon a very beautiful and elusive woman, singing with the most velvet of voices by a moonlit spring. He approached her, and fell stupidly head over heels in love at first sight. She was a Naiad, and not the type of woman, or creature for such a foolish young man. He made a stupid decision and woke up with nothing more than his name, curled up by the stream the next morning. He remembered little of what had happened the night before. Nine months later, he suddenly remembered and was bound to his actions with a crying baby girl at his doorstep.
Alliana and her father grew with a mild relationship. They were not the closest, but they still had each other in the world, if nothing more. As she grew older, he couldn’t help but see the magic in her blood. The way her hair tussled in the wind, the way water fascinated her, the way her eyes seemed to hold his soul. She was her mother’s child, and human only because of him. He respected her and she respected him, but he never once spoke of her mother, no matter how much she asked to know. He couldn’t remember, and yet would never forget. She didn’t exactly have the greatest of education and at times still has trouble with reading and reading and understanding maps. Her weaponry skills mainly came from fate. Because her father was a silversmith as well as a blacksmith, she learned the way of the blade at an early age and before long was a force to be reckoned with.
By the time she was 18, she had made up her mind to leave the mundane and try to live for something more. Naturally, he disagreed and fought her decision, but she was set on adventure no matter what he said. In the secrecy of the night, she took his horse, stole a bit of armour from his shop and was off before the break of dawn. She had no idea where she would go or what she would do when she got there. She traveled wherever the wind, or in her case, water took her, learning new things, seeking out new adventures and purely becoming herself. She broke away from her Archenland roots and followed the closest road off and away.
I wished you'd all stop acting like grown ups
Full Personality: Alliana is mysterious and she tries to stay that way. She’s a bit of a talker, but it takes genuine trust to get into her core. That’s not saying she doesn’t have one. Alliana is incredibly warm and very much of a giver. Traits she must have inherited from her mother. She pours herself into those closest to her…if…she really had anyone close to her.
She’s also one tough cookie and will not stand to be walked over or disrespected. She has put many a man into his place. A hard fighter, Alliana is relentless and refuses to back off or down, even when it means the worst. She fights for what she believes in and will give nothing more than her all. Through all her numerous travels, she’s quite the animated storyteller and great with children when she encounters them. She has a pure heart and has never once felt the pang of love, nor loss.
likes:
Warm beds and Kind folk
A good song, lullaby preferably
Summer Nights
Trust
Water
Being tough
Horses
Being caught in the rain
dislikes:
Being lied to
Being taken advantage of
Dresses and frilly things
Losing at anything
Arrogant men
Drunken fools
Men being cheeky with her
strengths:
Unbelievable skill with the longsword
Reading people
Stealth
Storytelling
Comforting when she needs to be
weaknesses:
Not incredibly literate
incredibly literate
Doesn't trust easily
Doesn't quite know how to be a woman
Short fuse
Ruthless on occasion
At least we know that some of you can handle a sword
Rp-Sample:
Mariyana rested an elbow on the rough frame of the small fence, holding her father’s horse and constant companion, and gave a hapless sigh. “Now then…what are we..presumably..you..going to do today?” The grey stallion snorted and buried his face into the loose bits of hay in his trough and began to chew. With a small chuckle, she tickled his ear and turned to brace her back against the wood.
It was like this day, after day. Nothing but the constant routine of making her father and younger brother breakfast, daily tasks as a servant only to come home to more cooking and cleaning. She would do anything for an escape, an adventure a simple change from the ordinary, but fate had yet to call her into such. She sucked hetrbottom lip and stared up at the ceiling where a few sparrows had nested. There was some envy in her golden green eyes, watching them flutter and chirp. They could fly and soar anywhere they pleased. She was confined, and locked into this life, until she got married, then would be expected to bear children and live the exact same life she had been living. That and the fact, she would probably wouldn’t get the chance at love.
She heaved a deep sigh and turned back to force the great horse, resting her forearms and set her chin upon her clasped hands. “Perhaps…perhaps I will take you out and groom you today? The fresh air might do us both some good.” She smiled faintly, rubbing his velvet nose as he reached up for her affections. “An excellent excuse.” She whispered with a soft smile and reached for his halter. The horse gave another snort and tossed his head a bit before finally calling defeat and lending his head. Mar slipped the leather halter around his head and slipped the lead through. She pulled tight and led the out into the open, grabbing a bristled brush for his mane and soft brush for his dappled fur.
Under the bright sunny afternoon, she began grooming the large stallion, her father had no gallantly named Gavin. He would have been a warhorse, if he was ever put out into war. He was a fine horse, and looked epic enough to live in the noble stables, but alas he belonged to a simple man and his two just as simple children. Mariyana parted his flock away from his eyes and began humming lightly to herself, no doubt daydreaming again.
