Post by Kenaira the Outcast on Aug 15, 2007 8:19:03 GMT -5
Full Name: Kenaira [the Outcast]
Age: Roughly seventy-seven years old, a young adult by human standards
Race: Silvanesti dark elf
Gender: Female
Magic: Very minor magic. She has never taken the Test in the Tower of High Sorcery. All of which she knows are only basic charms and spells used in everyday life.
Birthplace: Silvanesti
Strengths: Quick, silent, cunning, can be charming
Weaknesses: Likely to under-estimate people sometimes, rejected by the majority of people for being a dark elf, cold and sometimes moody
Description: Kenaira has dark hair, and slanted golden brown eyes that are almond-shaped. Her skin is very pale, almost unnaturally-so. She has fine features, like all of her race. Her ears are pointed, and she has a 'delicate' feel around her, as if the slightest touch would shatter her into pieces. She is short for an elf, and very slender.
Kenaira almost always wear a hood and cloak. Her clothing is simple, mostly dark-coloured, and not fancy in any way. The only thing that stands out is her fine leather belt, covered with the intricate patterns of vines and leaves that all elves love, a gift from her mother shortly before she went into exile, and also one of her most treasured possessions.
Weapons: Kenaira mostly uses a bow and arrows, with poison if needed. For close combat, she wields a rapier of elven-make. As a last resort, she has a long, thin dagger, quite useful for sliding between the ribs of an enemy.
History: Kenaira was born and raised in Silvanesti, of the lowest caste: House Servitos, which meant she was a servant, doing the mundane chores of her superiors. Kenaira was never saitisfied by that life, or the concealed, but still felt, contempt with which she was sometimes regarded. Her parents were worried about her attitude, and had tried numerous times to 'talk some sense into her'. They never succeeded.
As she grew up, her rage and hatred also grew, helped by the taunting remarks of other children, until one day she could stand it no longer. She raged at her mistress, and tried to kill her, almost succeeding. This was, of course, considered an unforgivable crime, and she was exiled as a result.
For several years, she wandered across the continent of Krynn, making a living however she might, whether by stealing, or even murdering. Unlike other Silvanesti Elves, Kenaira learnt to accept the other races, and regard them with considerably less contempt than her kin.
Some time later, she met another dark elf, by the name of Sakkri, who helped her, and offered her a job as an assassin, an apprentice if you will, to him. Thinking to give it a try, and partly because she was so desperate by now, Kenaira agreed, and had been working as an assassin ever since, although she left Sakkri several months ago, eager to forge her own path, without his assistance.
RP Sample: Padding along the road, silently and stealthily, wrapped up in her hood and cloak, Kenaira glanced at the other travellers all around her. The dark elf was heading to Solace, a known haven for refugees. She was certain she would be permitted to enter the town, even if they would not welcome her with open arms, as long as she did not cause trouble.
Sometimes, Kenaira wondered if it was all worth it. She wasn't a servant now, but she was exiled from Silvanesti, for attempting to murder her mistress. As if she could be blamed. That arrogant, proud, snivelling coward! Ordering her to do this and that, treating her as if she was a piece of filth, unworthy of her attention! Kenaira still seethed at the thought, and nearly bumped into someone in her rage.
Mumbling a quick apology, her voice muffled by the hood and cloak, she continued on her way, still absorbed in her thoughts.
Age: Roughly seventy-seven years old, a young adult by human standards
Race: Silvanesti dark elf
Gender: Female
Magic: Very minor magic. She has never taken the Test in the Tower of High Sorcery. All of which she knows are only basic charms and spells used in everyday life.
Birthplace: Silvanesti
Strengths: Quick, silent, cunning, can be charming
Weaknesses: Likely to under-estimate people sometimes, rejected by the majority of people for being a dark elf, cold and sometimes moody
Description: Kenaira has dark hair, and slanted golden brown eyes that are almond-shaped. Her skin is very pale, almost unnaturally-so. She has fine features, like all of her race. Her ears are pointed, and she has a 'delicate' feel around her, as if the slightest touch would shatter her into pieces. She is short for an elf, and very slender.
Kenaira almost always wear a hood and cloak. Her clothing is simple, mostly dark-coloured, and not fancy in any way. The only thing that stands out is her fine leather belt, covered with the intricate patterns of vines and leaves that all elves love, a gift from her mother shortly before she went into exile, and also one of her most treasured possessions.
Weapons: Kenaira mostly uses a bow and arrows, with poison if needed. For close combat, she wields a rapier of elven-make. As a last resort, she has a long, thin dagger, quite useful for sliding between the ribs of an enemy.
History: Kenaira was born and raised in Silvanesti, of the lowest caste: House Servitos, which meant she was a servant, doing the mundane chores of her superiors. Kenaira was never saitisfied by that life, or the concealed, but still felt, contempt with which she was sometimes regarded. Her parents were worried about her attitude, and had tried numerous times to 'talk some sense into her'. They never succeeded.
As she grew up, her rage and hatred also grew, helped by the taunting remarks of other children, until one day she could stand it no longer. She raged at her mistress, and tried to kill her, almost succeeding. This was, of course, considered an unforgivable crime, and she was exiled as a result.
For several years, she wandered across the continent of Krynn, making a living however she might, whether by stealing, or even murdering. Unlike other Silvanesti Elves, Kenaira learnt to accept the other races, and regard them with considerably less contempt than her kin.
Some time later, she met another dark elf, by the name of Sakkri, who helped her, and offered her a job as an assassin, an apprentice if you will, to him. Thinking to give it a try, and partly because she was so desperate by now, Kenaira agreed, and had been working as an assassin ever since, although she left Sakkri several months ago, eager to forge her own path, without his assistance.
RP Sample: Padding along the road, silently and stealthily, wrapped up in her hood and cloak, Kenaira glanced at the other travellers all around her. The dark elf was heading to Solace, a known haven for refugees. She was certain she would be permitted to enter the town, even if they would not welcome her with open arms, as long as she did not cause trouble.
Sometimes, Kenaira wondered if it was all worth it. She wasn't a servant now, but she was exiled from Silvanesti, for attempting to murder her mistress. As if she could be blamed. That arrogant, proud, snivelling coward! Ordering her to do this and that, treating her as if she was a piece of filth, unworthy of her attention! Kenaira still seethed at the thought, and nearly bumped into someone in her rage.
Mumbling a quick apology, her voice muffled by the hood and cloak, she continued on her way, still absorbed in her thoughts.
