Post by aureliehaven on Jul 13, 2014 2:53:50 GMT -5
Name: Aurelie Haven
Age: 22
Physical Description (3rd person):
Aurelie is short and average weight, giving an almost childlike appearance. Bright green eyes are topped with long, thin, wispy lashes. She has a natural pink flush in her cheeks and a white pallor about her complexion that tends to make her look not necessarily ill, but perpetually cold. Perhaps her only feminine feature, her dark hair is long, straight, and worn in a sideswept braid with plaited purple ribbons, Her clothing is simple, understated, and common, in order to be inconspicuous. A floor length black cloak, with a hood that is rarely used. Underneath, a simple black corset and tan pants with black knee high boots.
Special Talents: Destruction, Enchanting, Pickpocketing
Guild: Independent
History: Aurelie Haven was born as an only child to a poor silversmith father and jewelry merchant mother, in a small village. It was early on that she discovered her enchanting talents, using her magic to modify items for her mother's small shop. This brought in a little more coin, and she and her parents were a small happy family, enjoying their simple life.
Her early years were pleasant, until her 8th year. The tiny village of farmers and shopkeepers was no match for an attack from a nearby band of theives. Her house was burned to the ground, taking her parents with it. She was taken by the men and raised with their own children, developing her magical talents and using her age and abilities to their advantage.
Sever years later, at the age of 19, she left alone. The elders of the band were old and retired, and it was now being run by their children her own age with their own useful talents and strengths. So, she departed to make her own way as a mage, learning everything she could about magic and how to improve her talents and develop her strengths.
Writing Sample:
She had barely managed to make it down the street to the shop to hide in the cellar, without being seen. Cowering in a dark corner of the cellar behind the grindstone, she heard the door of the shop being kicked open almost immediately and the stomping of heavy boots, gruff male voices speaking in an authoritative tone to search the place. At the mere age of eight, it did not occur to her that a magical jewelry shop would have been a very desirable place to break into. Hot tears streaked her cheeks as she tried to be as silent as possible, hoping against hope that the men would not find the cellar. What happened, of course, was much worse. Hearing the cellar door open and heavy clunks down the stairs to her hiding place, she shrunk back further into the corner. A large, hulking figure spotted her immediately, still wearing her crafting apron. Her heart thudded hard against her chest and the blood roared in her ears, as her temper surged. These men had murdered her parents, her friends, her fellow townspeople. He was clunking toward her with an infuriating smile on his face. "Aye! I think I found something!" With a cry of anguish and blind rage she sprang to her feet and thrust her arms toward him to defend herself. The man was sent flying, crashing into storage rack, and Aurelie, not feeling him grab or strike her, opened her eyes to see him, lying on the floor under the debris, bleeding profusely from his head, the various tools fallen and clattering to the floor. Hearing the noise, another man came clunking down the stairs noisily, but Aurelie barely registered it. She was busy staring at her hands. Had she done that? But how?
Age: 22
Physical Description (3rd person):
Aurelie is short and average weight, giving an almost childlike appearance. Bright green eyes are topped with long, thin, wispy lashes. She has a natural pink flush in her cheeks and a white pallor about her complexion that tends to make her look not necessarily ill, but perpetually cold. Perhaps her only feminine feature, her dark hair is long, straight, and worn in a sideswept braid with plaited purple ribbons, Her clothing is simple, understated, and common, in order to be inconspicuous. A floor length black cloak, with a hood that is rarely used. Underneath, a simple black corset and tan pants with black knee high boots.
Special Talents: Destruction, Enchanting, Pickpocketing
Guild: Independent
History: Aurelie Haven was born as an only child to a poor silversmith father and jewelry merchant mother, in a small village. It was early on that she discovered her enchanting talents, using her magic to modify items for her mother's small shop. This brought in a little more coin, and she and her parents were a small happy family, enjoying their simple life.
Her early years were pleasant, until her 8th year. The tiny village of farmers and shopkeepers was no match for an attack from a nearby band of theives. Her house was burned to the ground, taking her parents with it. She was taken by the men and raised with their own children, developing her magical talents and using her age and abilities to their advantage.
Sever years later, at the age of 19, she left alone. The elders of the band were old and retired, and it was now being run by their children her own age with their own useful talents and strengths. So, she departed to make her own way as a mage, learning everything she could about magic and how to improve her talents and develop her strengths.
Writing Sample:
She had barely managed to make it down the street to the shop to hide in the cellar, without being seen. Cowering in a dark corner of the cellar behind the grindstone, she heard the door of the shop being kicked open almost immediately and the stomping of heavy boots, gruff male voices speaking in an authoritative tone to search the place. At the mere age of eight, it did not occur to her that a magical jewelry shop would have been a very desirable place to break into. Hot tears streaked her cheeks as she tried to be as silent as possible, hoping against hope that the men would not find the cellar. What happened, of course, was much worse. Hearing the cellar door open and heavy clunks down the stairs to her hiding place, she shrunk back further into the corner. A large, hulking figure spotted her immediately, still wearing her crafting apron. Her heart thudded hard against her chest and the blood roared in her ears, as her temper surged. These men had murdered her parents, her friends, her fellow townspeople. He was clunking toward her with an infuriating smile on his face. "Aye! I think I found something!" With a cry of anguish and blind rage she sprang to her feet and thrust her arms toward him to defend herself. The man was sent flying, crashing into storage rack, and Aurelie, not feeling him grab or strike her, opened her eyes to see him, lying on the floor under the debris, bleeding profusely from his head, the various tools fallen and clattering to the floor. Hearing the noise, another man came clunking down the stairs noisily, but Aurelie barely registered it. She was busy staring at her hands. Had she done that? But how?