Post by Nielle Vanwa on Nov 16, 2010 22:28:41 GMT -5
ELVISH FORM
WHAT ARE YOU?
NAME
>>> Nielle Vanwa
ALIAS
>>>The Widowed Queen, Her people call her m’lady or majesty.
GENDER
>>>Female
AGE
>>>Thirty-Nine
ANIMAL FORM
>>>Nielle transforms into a large black panther. In this form she has well toned muscles. Only the lavender blue eyes set her apart from an actual panther. She has spent a long time in this form.
RANK
>>> Bereth
CLASS
>>> Druid
WHO ARE YOU?
PERSONALITY
>>> At some point in her life, though it’s quite hard to believe, Nielle was a happy person. She used to smile genuinely, she used to enjoy life. That’s long gone however. Nielle’s mind is strongly set to revenge, and as even her people have begun to notice, she’s descending into insanity. It’s one thing to grieve over the loss of your husband and child, many of the elves felt deep loss for their Aran and Ernil. However, Nielle has taken this beyond grieving. She’s declared a full out war on the humans, they unleashed the demons responsible for the death of her kin. That’s not to say she wasn’t a good bereth, even now she still has some admirable qualities. She is just when judging her own people, and intends that punishments fit the crimes committed. She keeps them fed, and keeps the armies strong. She excellent at giving speeches and convincing others to see from her point of view. However there is a darker side to her being.
While she’s maintained some sanity, she’s slowly spiralling downwards. She’s a druid, so she has lost certain human qualities to her animal form, and she is a bit cattish, sometimes snarling and hissing. It seems however that only those of the higher ranks are witnessing her downfall, she can keep herself presentable when in front of the Villagers and Ohtar, but when around the Kallo she’s slowly falling into the sickness of her mind. Twisted fantasies writhing in her tortured brain where she can still hear her son screaming.
APPEARANCE
>>> Though nowadays a bit dishevelled, Nielle could be the most beautiful elf in Alterna. She has skin like porcelain, pale like the snow from the heavens. Dark waves of ebony surround her face, framing it. She has large lavender blue eyes, which though once shining, are now a gate to the madness within her soul. She has a tall lithe build, she stands at 5’1 and is fairly thin for an elf, she has curve, but they’re not overly exaggerated. She’s graceful and confidant in all her movements and she barely ever appears rushed or jolted. Many a man had tried to win her heart, struck by her beauty. Though she has aged over time, it seemed that her good looks wer ageless.
Her personality though has changed her face which used to light the forest with a smile, to sombre and stone like. Often she is seen with red eyes puffed from the tears she cries for her loss. Her hair more often than not is left unkempt and messy. Bags under her eyes from loss of sleep, ribs beginning to appear in her sides. Her dresses still maintain beautiful simplicity, but nothing can distract from herself. Though lovely, this is grief-stricken woman, and it shows more and more as she slips away.
HISTORY
>>> The writhing recesses of Nielle’s mind have long been trying to block out what her life remains as now. She was once a prosperous bereth. A blonde Aran ruling with her, strong, brave and true. A son who was ready to inherit the throne at his time with good grace. She ruled her people to be peaceful towards the humans; the armies were well trained, but rarely needed for anything other than the hunt. Things were near perfection, but everyone knows perfection has a tendency to stray.
It was a beautiful day when she awoke, next to her lover. She rose as she normally would and went out on a round to greet her people, but when she exited the castle, it was something far worse that greeted her. Demons had invaded the land. She watched her people torn apart by the demons, limbs torn off, fire engulfing their very souls. She was struck with terror, she fought with all her bravery to save her people, and soon her husband was at her side.
As they fought, a more powerful demon arose and struck her husband into the hands of death. With no time to grieve his loss, she continued to fight, to defend her people and her land, but then to her utmost horror she heard a distinctly familiar voice. ”Mommy what’s going on?” Her young son Kaure asked. He was barely old enough to understand what was going on, but as Nielle turned her head to send him to the castle, his shriek pierced her ears. Her son so pure and young lay blood covered before her as the demon carelessly moved on to new pray.
That scream echoes in her mind for all eternity. Vengeance and justice are her only driving force as her grief slowly pulls her into the gentle lulling waves of insanity.
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