Post by Isilwen Shadewind on Jul 17, 2007 22:25:11 GMT -5
Sorry about that. 
I deleted it from the other thread.
Here she is:
Full Name: Isilwen Shadewind
Age: 175
Race: Qualinesti Elf; Black Robe Mage
Gender: Female
Magic: Yes, she passed the test at age 75. Isilwen is a fairly high ranking mage. Not yet a master, but well passed appenticeship.
Birthplace: Qualinost
Strengths: She has a clever and calculating mind, quick reflexes, and execellent senses.( I.E. Sight, hearing, smell, ect.)
Weaknesses: She has a temper, and will not hesitate to use a fire spell of some sort, is quick to judge people, and is generally distrustful of people.
Description: Isilwen has mossy green eyes and long red hair. She is generally distrustful of other races, but will work with them if she thinks it will benefit her in some way. Or if they earn her trust.
Isilwen is very protective of any she comes to call friend.
She tends to have a short fuse for people and things that she deems insignificant or a waste of time. She tends to deal with such things with biting sarcasm and/or a quick spell. Usually said spell involves fire, as she is a bit of a pyro.
Weapons: A plain looking magical staff ( Which she won't hesitate to weild as a bo staff)
Several pouches of spell components,
A leather bound spell book,
And a slender silver dagger in a thong on her right arm.
History: Isilwen was cast out of her home land of Qualinesti and was branded Dark Elf for her donning of the Black Robes, and because of her fascination with the tattooing rituals of the Kagonesti. (She has a few of her own. Most noticeable being a pair of tribal markings below her right eye.)
From there she made her way to the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth. When she reached the borders of Qualinesti the Forest of Wayreth opened the path before her. Isilwen took this as a good sign and proceeded to the Tower. Upon her arrival she was appernticed to a Red Robe.
After some time she took the Test, and passed, but for a price. During the course of the Test her left shoulder was badly injured; it still bothers her to this day.
She now lives at the Tower, always working to increase her knowledge and skills of the Art. She even helps tutor some young mages that have recently passed the Test.
As of yet she has not taken an apprentice. The reason being is, she has difficulty tolerating their lack of experience for longer than the hour tutoring sessions.
RP Sample: This is an exert from a game that I was in a while back.
Isilwen Shadewind trudged wearily up the great stairs that lead to the Inn. The journey from the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth had been a long one. Unlike most other mages, she prefered a more conventional means of travel than that of the paths of magic.
Finally reaching the top, Isilwen pulled her black robes closer around her slender form,and cast glace around.
As she reached for the door she heard the crash of breaking dishes and a female voice bellowing for more ale. Shaking her head Isilwen entered the Inn.
Upon entering she was blasted with a multitude of sights, sounds, and smells. She arched an eyebrow at the boisterous actions of the patrons. The mage then quickly scanned the room taking in the entirety of her surroundings. Then satisfied that was no immeadiate threat, started to make her way to a table.
Almost right after she stepped off a voice called out to her: "Over here!"
She looked about for the source of the call. Finding it in a human woman, obviously drunk, who was waving the elf over to sit with her.
A small smile came to Isilwen's lips at the site of her old friend.She quickly crossed the room, and seated herself across from the woman.
" Gina, you old sot. You smell as though you've bathed in that foul stuff.", the mage said with wry smile.
"E-exsuse me,Lady. Could I get you anything?", the waitress asked. A small quiver in her voice at the sight of a Black Robe.
Isilwen glared at the woman for the interuption."Bring me a glass of your finest red wine."
The waitress bowed her head and retreated quickly to the bar.
The elf then turned her attention back to her companion."How are you these days?"
I deleted it from the other thread.Here she is:
Full Name: Isilwen Shadewind
Age: 175
Race: Qualinesti Elf; Black Robe Mage
Gender: Female
Magic: Yes, she passed the test at age 75. Isilwen is a fairly high ranking mage. Not yet a master, but well passed appenticeship.
Birthplace: Qualinost
Strengths: She has a clever and calculating mind, quick reflexes, and execellent senses.( I.E. Sight, hearing, smell, ect.)
Weaknesses: She has a temper, and will not hesitate to use a fire spell of some sort, is quick to judge people, and is generally distrustful of people.
Description: Isilwen has mossy green eyes and long red hair. She is generally distrustful of other races, but will work with them if she thinks it will benefit her in some way. Or if they earn her trust.
Isilwen is very protective of any she comes to call friend.
She tends to have a short fuse for people and things that she deems insignificant or a waste of time. She tends to deal with such things with biting sarcasm and/or a quick spell. Usually said spell involves fire, as she is a bit of a pyro.
Weapons: A plain looking magical staff ( Which she won't hesitate to weild as a bo staff)
Several pouches of spell components,
A leather bound spell book,
And a slender silver dagger in a thong on her right arm.
History: Isilwen was cast out of her home land of Qualinesti and was branded Dark Elf for her donning of the Black Robes, and because of her fascination with the tattooing rituals of the Kagonesti. (She has a few of her own. Most noticeable being a pair of tribal markings below her right eye.)
From there she made her way to the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth. When she reached the borders of Qualinesti the Forest of Wayreth opened the path before her. Isilwen took this as a good sign and proceeded to the Tower. Upon her arrival she was appernticed to a Red Robe.
After some time she took the Test, and passed, but for a price. During the course of the Test her left shoulder was badly injured; it still bothers her to this day.
She now lives at the Tower, always working to increase her knowledge and skills of the Art. She even helps tutor some young mages that have recently passed the Test.
As of yet she has not taken an apprentice. The reason being is, she has difficulty tolerating their lack of experience for longer than the hour tutoring sessions.
RP Sample: This is an exert from a game that I was in a while back.
Isilwen Shadewind trudged wearily up the great stairs that lead to the Inn. The journey from the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth had been a long one. Unlike most other mages, she prefered a more conventional means of travel than that of the paths of magic.
Finally reaching the top, Isilwen pulled her black robes closer around her slender form,and cast glace around.
As she reached for the door she heard the crash of breaking dishes and a female voice bellowing for more ale. Shaking her head Isilwen entered the Inn.
Upon entering she was blasted with a multitude of sights, sounds, and smells. She arched an eyebrow at the boisterous actions of the patrons. The mage then quickly scanned the room taking in the entirety of her surroundings. Then satisfied that was no immeadiate threat, started to make her way to a table.
Almost right after she stepped off a voice called out to her: "Over here!"
She looked about for the source of the call. Finding it in a human woman, obviously drunk, who was waving the elf over to sit with her.
A small smile came to Isilwen's lips at the site of her old friend.She quickly crossed the room, and seated herself across from the woman.
" Gina, you old sot. You smell as though you've bathed in that foul stuff.", the mage said with wry smile.
"E-exsuse me,Lady. Could I get you anything?", the waitress asked. A small quiver in her voice at the sight of a Black Robe.
Isilwen glared at the woman for the interuption."Bring me a glass of your finest red wine."
The waitress bowed her head and retreated quickly to the bar.
The elf then turned her attention back to her companion."How are you these days?"
