Whispers of Trinity char chest

[jagajac]

Name Title
Lilith Shatterfell

Age Length of life
20 years

Gender Curse
XX

Class Affiliation
Leader of the Exiled

Appearance Mien
Lilith Shatterfell is graced with stern, but enticing facial features. Her high cheekbones and dimpled chin are slightly softened by her quiet jade eyes. The girl's bone chilling voices pierces through a pair of sensual lips. Stark red hair caresses around the frame of her face and drops below her strong jawline.

Lilith's skin is fair, unlike her blackened heart, and ripples with coarse muscle mass. She stands at an average height of 5'7", but commands her army with the ferocity of one thousand men. The specialized leather armor she wears is laced with crimson and gold stitching. When Lilith is not called to battle, she adorns her body in seductively sewn outfits that greatly compliment her fit body. She radiates raw, terrifying beauty.

Personality Disposition
The Third Heir to the Shatterfell throne is most definitely the mirrored image of nobility. Lilith is manipulative and rules with the fear that has surrounded her since the murder of Gifre. She is passionately vicious and maintains control with her cruel methodology. Her heart is covered in parasites. Greed. Hatred. Cruelty. Doubt. The girl will not trust, she cannot feel, and she refuses to display weakness.

Lilith's ability to lead is one of the few faint connections between her brothers, Rorick and Alden. She has a natural intimidation factor that none are immune to. Her reputation precedes her, and Lilith enjoys every bit of the infamous attention. She lacks the emotions to form relationships, but greatly desires affection and exhortation. She has seduced and captured the hearts of many, if not all, of the Exiled.

There is a secretive side to the young girl that is extremely rare to witness. On certain occasions, Lilith is contemplative and reflective, but most always lets her instincts guide her words and actions. She is wicked, blunt, rash, and extremely offensive in her military rulings. Her spirit is dark, wild, and longing for the affirmations that her mentor promised.

Skills/abilities Expertise
Leadership
Persuasion
Brutality
Poisons
Knife throwing
Illusion magic

History Antiquity
*refer to History hider in original OOC post

Whisper post Bondage
Lilith's small hand clutched tightly to Gifre's dark robes. Their footsteps crunched through piles of dead leaves as they made their way briskly through the twisted trees. The young girl's red hair bobbed with each step and she stumbled to keep up with the older man. Gifre threw his arm backwards, smacking her hard across her cheek, and spun around angrily.

"Will you stop dawdling, child! You must learn to start leading and not trailing along behind others. You are impossible!"

His hands gripped in frustration at his face as Lilith widened her eyes in confusion and terror. He slowly lowered his face to the ground and shook his head disapprovingly. The girl touched her bruised cheek gently and stood shakily to her feet. She furrowed her brows and reached for the dagger concealed in Gifre's belt. Her tiny fingers could hardly wrap around the handle, but she pointed it towards her mentor and spoke icily into the silence separating them.

"I am the strongest! You'll see, Master Gifre. You will never doubt again. Look at me, I say! Look at me!"

The intensity steadily rose in her voice and her lungs burned inside her chest. The cold of winter was settling in, and her breath carried like a ghostly fog. Gifre's eyes rose but focused on something looming in the distance behind Lilith. She could stand it no longer, she refused to be ignored. She turned sharply on her heels to confront whatever had attracted Gifre's attention. A small, glowing orb of light stalked steadily from side to side feet away from Lilith. Her white jade eyes followed it mesmerized and the dagger in her hand swept steadily back and forth.

"It cannot be?"

Gifre gasped aloud in realization of the Whisper before them. His own soul had not been affected during the betrayal, so he knew this to be the youngest Shatterfell's missing essence. She cannot possibly be ready. The man's rotted teeth exposed themselves as his lips parted in an evil smile. He stared at the back of his apprentice's red head and tapped his spindly fingers along her shoulder. Lilith looked up at him momentarily and he nodded without further affirmation or instruction.

Lilith stepped forward cautiously, never letting her eyes linger from the Whisper's bright trail. The Whisper slowly bobbed forward as well. She was inches from the magnificent light when her arm reached forward enticingly. Her palm extended and made contact with the orb in an explosion of blinding rays. Gifre pried open his eyelids and unshielded his wrist from his face. Before him stood a smiling Lilith and the newly formed outline of her magnificent beast. His whispered words echoed sickeningly in the dying woods.

"I'm looking, dear. I'm looking."

Lilith

[jman221]

Name: Jurano Hentur
Age: 21
Gender: male
Class: The Exiled
Appearance



Personality: Jurano has a dark personality, he never talks much, he never joins in the conversations willingly. He tends to show up unexpectedly and leaves without anyone noticing until he is gone, leaving only a note. When he's by himself he reads his novel quietly out in the forests.

Skills/abilities: Cloak: this allows Jurano to go invisible but just enough that at a quick glance towards him you can't see him.
Dagger training
Bow training
agility
stealth
speed
reflexes

History:
Jurano was born as a outskirts peasant, his family never had much money and no real titles of nobility. Instead they were their villages main hunters, they were the gathers for the village using stealth and cunning to their advantage. Jurano grew up learning of their families secrets, how to use their magic abilities to hide themselves in plain sight. Jurano grew up hearing of how the third heir of the throne plans to overthrow her older brothers and take the kingdom with the help of the outskirts people. Jurano gained a nasty taste for getting himself in trouble for trying to steal from large plots of lands owned by nobility, so his parents sent him to a school that his ancestors created to work on his abilities. At this school he gained top marks for dagger training, bow training, stealth, hunting, agility and speed. He graduated at the age of 18 and decided to give his services to the third heir for he believed that if she took the kingdom, that his family would gain better reputation and maybe nobility. He enlisted with the desire to change how the outskirts people were looked upon, not as dirty street rats, but as people worthy of the third heir.

Whisper post:

whisper

whisper

Jurano was hunting in the woods west of where the exiled castle was situated in the desert. He prefered the forest, his sack was slowly filling with different animals for his next set of meals. After getting an adequate amount of food, he decided to read for the rest of the day. He leaned against the tree with his hood and mask lowered. After a while he started to get the feeling that someone was watching him, he pulled his hood and mask back up and acted like he was cold, as not give away his suspicion. He finished his page and started moving around, he climbed the tree next to him and started hoping from tree to tree, hopefully losing his assailant. He stopped looked back and saw that no one had followed. I guess i'm just paranoid again he thought to himself, he looked foward and almost fell off the tree in surprise, he grabbed the branch and swung himself back up. What he saw was a blue orb, Jurano felt that somehow this was connected to him, but every other fibre in his body was telling him not to engage until he knew what it was, but Jurano reached out his hand, he grabbed it feeling that something inside him changed, then the blue orb turned into a white fox with three tails. Jurano stood amazed at what happened, he wondered what this fox was capable of, then it ran into him, Jurano was expecting an impact but nothing came instead the fox just stayed inside his body. Running back to the castle Jurano was wondering what just happened, he decided to keep it to himself until the right time had came.

[YoshiSkittlez]

Name
Rorick Shatterfell

Age
25

Gender
Male

Class
The Allegiance

Appearance


Personality
Rorick has the heart of a lion and the bravery of a thousand war generals. Unfortunate timing of the splitting of the family robbed him of his childhood and any relationships that would have blossomed during this time and therefore his more sensitive side is a bit hardened; but his intentions are pure and his loyalty goes without saying.

Skills/abilities

As leader of his army, Rorick is excellent in all types of combat…

Hand-to-hand (Expert)
Archery (Decent)
Two handed Weapon (Alright)
Sword and Shield (Master)

He is also an excellent horse-back rider and is practiced with the 'peasant-like' chores of his kingdom. (He is often seen in the surrounding areas helping to chop wood, dig ditches, gather food, or anything of the sort. He's not afraid of good, hard work.)

History
*See IC OP History*

Whisper post

Whisper

Whisper Post

It was a brisk autumn morning and I was miles from my castle. Being an early riser for as long as I can remember, I greeted the early morning light as the warm orange glow kissed the tops of the trees and surrounding mountains. I was only fourteen physically, but the years of hardship following after my family's division robbed me of such innocence of a child and therefore in spirit I was closer to my twenties. Using my dagger, I shaved off a piece of an apple I had picked from an apple tree nearby and fed it to my horse who eagerly snatched up the juicy treat. I smiled as I patted the magnificent beasts neck and felt the fingers of the morning rays pierce through the thicket of trees and warm my face. the serenity of the morning was then immediately broken by a loud female scream.

I quickly turned my head in the direction of the scream and saw a woman, no older than 25, running quickly through the forest as if her life depended on it. And with another look I soon realized why. Five men on horses were hot on her trail, three with their bows drawn and firing arrows at the woman and the other two with their swords drawn. A quick look at their armor told me that they didn't belong to my kingdom, but that of my younger brothers whom I share a boarder with. Anger pulsed through me as I jumped onto my horses bare back and kicked him into a full gallop, chasing the men that had been chasing the woman.

Coming upon the fifth soldier trailing behind with his sword drawn, I stood up slowly on my horses back before jumping onto the soldiers horse and with the element of surprise on my side, I managed to punch him off of the horse after stripping him of his weapon. I didn't dare to watch as the soldier rolled off over the hill and over the cliff that I rode beside. By taking out the swordsman, I had lost both speed and time as the woman and the others reached the edge of the cliff; there was nowhere for her to run. The bowmen once again notched their arrows, planning on spearing her execution style which set my soul on fire. Had I been paying attention while I rode the stolen horse as fast as I could make him go, I would have seen a delicate blue orb hovering by my head. I reached the edge of the cliff where I reared the horse and jumped off, putting myself between the women and the bowmen.

"Leave her alone!" I shouted as I pointed the stolen sword at the soldiers. I expected a laugh in return as I was still quite small and the sword was nearly as long as I was tall, but instead the bowmen quietly lowered their bows, their eyes trained on something just above my head.

Looking up in the direction of their gazes, I spotted a bluish orb dancing above my head. It was much like a spec of dust only much larger and it seemed to be alive. I too felt myself grow quiet as this being above me seemed to fill my heart with serenity and peace. There was a sense of playfulness as the very top of my head hairs seemed to be grabbed by the orb. I saw it float down and then suddenly...it was gone, almost as if it had melted inside of me.

"Enough of this! Kill her!" The lone man with the sword said, seeming to be the first one to shake the calm from himself and the bowmen responded by raising their weapons once more.

I immediately felt this strange warmth envelop inside of me, like that feeling you get when you slurp up a bowl of hot stew on a cold winters day. For a split second, I felt incredibly light-headed and began to see stars in my vision but when I blinked, it was as if I were looking through someone else's eyes. The colors were vivid, the details were crisper. If I had known any better, I would assume that I was seeing out of the eye of a bird.

The arrows were released and my new keen senses seemed to be able to watch them in slow motion, but I too was moving in slow motion. Suddenly, a burst of light emitted from my chest, the impact making me raise off of the ground for a few seconds, just floating there before this HUGE bird formed from the light that came from me and flew up, using his wings to deflect the arrows as time seemed to resume it's natural course. With the arrows now clattering to the earth below, the bird folded it's fifteen-feet wingspan back into it's six-foot tall body, Had it not been mostly transparent, I wouldn't have been able to see the faces on the soldiers who now ran with terror at the large bird now creating a barrier between the woman, myself and the soldiers.

"Return to your king..." A voice seemed to echo through the forest, but from what I could tell, no ones mouth was moving. "and inform him that this girl you hunt is dead. Only then will I let you return to your kingdom in peace." And then...just as suddenly as the bird had revealed itself...it had vanished once more into a tiny blue wisp of smoke that seemed to linger around me.

"You have bonded with your whisper, Prince Rorick..." The woman said wisely behind me, looking quite proud, much like a mother looking down proudly on her son.

She now resides as a nursemaid in my castle.

[Nightwing]

|Name|
Christopher A. Levine

|Age|
26

|Gender|
Male

|Class|
The Allegiance

|Personality|
Christopher is humble young man and lives in a modest house, not far away from his father. He is loyal and hard to be deterred, he has seen a lot in his travels and that has caused him to harden and shape into the young man he is today. He tends to take long walks by himself, sparring with the air around him, whipping his blade through the forest, taking out his anger away from the view of others. He will do anything he can to help rebuild what has been lost for Trinity, practicing his swordsmanship each day, always looking for another thing he could work on until he collapsed from exhaustion.

|Skills|
- Swordsman
- Agile
- Strong Willpower
- Durable
- Technical
- Battle Ready
- BraveHearted
- Robust Build



|History|
Walking the fields among the town alongside his father, a young Christopher would be, skampering along on his fathers heels. To most, the boy seemed a bit awkward for 8, still thin and lanky, not at all like his father, whom was quite the guard. Christopher would always stop at the pond near the middle of the field, turning up to his father with a broad smile, one that stretched across his small face. He had visited this beautiful aqua pond every week with his father, a promise of fulfillment in store. The wishing pond, as his father would call it. If you dreamed hard enough, and wanted it bad enough, your desire would soon find you. Young Christopher wished, dreamed, and gave everything he knew he could give into his wish, staring into the pond.

"I wish that one day, I'll be able to do something great! Something that will change everything.." He looked up at his father, the man held a straight face, but in his deep brown eyes shone disappointment. Knowing he still had time, still holding in that final breath, hopefully it would be just long enough to finish his wish. "But this change, it'll be a good one." His face red with the lack of breath, Christopher backed away from the pond, looking to his father for approval.
Instead, his father gave a nod. His face stoic and serious, as it was when he was duty. Christopher looked down to his feet, pursing his lips with his defeat. He was sure it would be good enough! He had thought long and hard prio-

His racing mind was stopped when a large and calloused hand landed on his shoulder, encasing all of it. "I'm proud of you, boy. No matter what, I'll always be proud of you." His father smiled, picking him up and lifting him over his shoulders, taking the boy back home. All the way, he had that large smile on his face.

---

"C'mon boyo, you gotta get working on that swing." The familiar voice would chant in his head. Christopher had grown into a fine young man at the age of 24, finally able to look down on most the boys that used to tease and taunt him, the others would be intimidated by his brawn. Though, he cared not about that, he was too busy training. Each day he would rise with the sun, and practice his sword and his combat until the light bearer traded places with the moon. His father had passed on from an unknown disease, his mother had gone off along with the princess, Lilith. Many were surprised that he remained, but in truth, he was afraid to leave.

Perhaps that fear was foolish, but it made him grow stronger, not just in appearance but in will. Christopher was able to decline the many that wanted him to go along with them to join anything but what he wanted to. He remained strong and steadfast, keeping in the newly found Allegiance. Though he is not the boy who traveled to the pond alongside his father anymore, he has never forgotten the wish he made. In fact, when asked why he rises with the sun every morning to do nothing but swing his sword and practice in the woods, he replies with a hearty smile and a nod of his head. The memory of the pin coming back to him, his young face reflecting off of the cool waters.
"I made a promise to myself long ago, that I would make a difference. If that means befriending the sun will help me along that path, then I shall rise with it each morning, and fall with it each night."

|Whisper|

Whisper

Maverick

Light trickled through the tree lidden canopy above, dancing around on the ground, the leaves, and anything else it could touch. In response, Christopher's sword cut through the barrage of light, reflecting each beam one by one, a small tango in the morning, one that each partner was accustomed to by now. The gentle whoosh of wind as the sword carried on, the huff of air that he would release with each powerful yet precise stroke, it was quite a scene.

Stopping only to wipe the beads of sweat that had started to form on his brow, did Christopher feel something. Something was there, something that wasn't before. He turned his head up, looking around the canopy of sheltered light, his dew green eyes burning with an intense curiosity. He may not know what it was, though he had no fear for whatever he felt. In fact, he welcomed the presence with a smile, closing his eyes in the light and basking in the sun's warmth, his sword lowering until the tip of it brushed against the dirt he stood upon. "What took you so long my friend? I've been waiting."

He could feelt it now, just behind him, a wave of calm coming alongside it. "Well?" Christopher opened his eyes once again, turning around to face the intruder, smile still fashioned upon his tired face. The blue wisp in front of him hung in the air, shining in the beautiful lighting. What a curious little thing. Chris had seen other's receive their whispers, so he wasn't at all surprised at this. In fact, he felt nothing but pride well up in his chest that he had been chosen. Leaning forward on his toes, the heels of his leather boots lifting from the ground, he reached forth and let his pointer finger gently touch the wisp.

The response was immediate, and quite fascinating. Christopher had never seen anything quite like it, the wisp stretching in the light, swirling about, growing in front of his very eyes. It began to move so fast, he had to shield his eyes from the bright blue and gold from the sun entwining, trying to see through his squint. A light breeze washed over his face, the light stopping, but a faint blue and gold glow remained.

When he removed his hand, the young man dropped his sword in surprise. He hadn't seen the whispers change, nor had he heard much from his friends about them doing so. He figured it would just be...Well, not this. His whisper, it was a giant bear, it's head held proud, it's mouth upturned in what could be mistaken for a smile. It was marvelous. "So..." He stared at the creature for a long time, long and hard. "I guess I'll give you a name then."

"I'll name you Maverick, after a glorious fighter, a wonderful man, and an amazing father." He smiled down at his newfound friend, petting it on the head, surprised that his hand hadn't passed through it. As he watched, it seemed to be growing more and more solid, keeping its golden and blue hue. Christopher picked up his sword, sheathing it in his belt. "C'mon Maverick, I'm leaving early today." He smiled down at the bear, who nodded at him in return. The two of them walked off through the trail, heading back to the castle, back to the Allegiance.

[dreamingflowers]

Name
Eos Le Fey

Age
Eighteen years of age
Gender
She is a woman if that wasn't obvious
Class
The Fair Folk

Appearance
Traditionally beautiful, taking after her mother's family with high cheekbones, clear blue eyes and thick auburn hair. Her figure has been described as petite, graceful and womanly. She has the rosy complexion of a healthy and well cared for young woman. There seems to be an ever-present look of wonder in her eyes despite her having matured a great deal in recent years.
Outside of her occupation Eos can often be seen in long feminine garments in soft hues of pink, blue, lavender or green. She favors loose hairstyles over elaborately don up hair, resulting in a compromise between the two. A piece of dainty jewelry is often seen around her neck. Her overall attire is meant to convey a look of innocence and modesty.

When tending to wounded men in the infirmary as a nurse she wears simple dresses which can be easily washed. The color isn't of any importance and neither is the cut or the embroidery which is usually lacking. When she works she wears her hair in a braided bun against the back of her head. Around her waist she wears an apron to dry and clean her hands.

Personality
Growing up Eos was a naive idealist. She genuinely believes there is good in everyone. The war is an unfortunate turn of events but Eos is convinced neither Roriek, Alden or Lilith wanted it to happen, this war which was tearing apart the kingdom. She is soft spoken and kind without expecting anything in return. A pure young woman though not without fault. Her naivety tends to stir up disbelief in others, especially the seasoned soldiers she cares for. They try to tell her the world isn't a fairytale but when Eos is confronted by this harsh reality she does anything but accept it. She takes her perceived truths and moves forward. Even in the face of adversity she is able to focus on these ideals. Love, kindness and deep faith. No religious faith of any kind but faith in the good of the world. For every disappointment there has been a confirmation that men are just.

There is good and evil in the world and there always will be. She accepted this fact as she grew older and after four years at the infirmary she has matured a great deal. She forgives but doesn't forget. The knights of the tales aren't always gallant and young. They are fathers, sometimes even grandfathers. Their family is waiting for them back home. She learned that true heroes are few and far between and often fearless bravery is a sign of inexperience or foolishness.
Now at eighteen years of age many traits from her childhood remain but she knows the world isn't a fairytale. She has grown and where as before she was an easy victim she isn't anymore.

Skills/abilities
-Magic, Specializing in restorative and light magic. She is formally schooled in the use of these magics and has all the theoretical knowledge. Though the way she uses her magic is very organic. She has learned much more from actually using it instead of reading about it. She can heal minor and severe wounds, broken bones, disease, illness and poisoning. The source of her power is the light inside of herself. Every Fair Folk has their own light which glows bright when healthy but dims when not, losing part of it when you are wounded or sick. Eos shares some of her light to speed up the healing process. Depending on the severity this can be very tiring. Eos has been trained in using her light, balancing it in a way so she can help others without exhausting herself. Like most magics it can be used to defend yourself. The light is an extension of oneself. It can burn hot and glow bright. Eos can create glowing spheres with enough force to send someone flying and break through doors by sheer force of will.
- Lithe and quick on her feet
- Decently skilled at archery

History
Eos le Fey was raised a lady, and possesses the traditional feminine graces of her milieu, with a keen interest in music, poetry, singing, dancing, embroidery, and other traditional feminine activities. Like many girls at a young age Eos was enthralled by songs and stories of romance and adventure, particularly those depicting handsome princes, honorable knights, chivalry, and love. Initially those song and stories were Eos's vision of the world, but she was later "cured" of such innocent romanticized notions.

She had a sheltered upbringing and up until she turned fourteen her life had been fairly uneventful. It was a day like any other, a routine of events following one another. Though it was on the afternoon of this day that the direction of her life changed drastically. A mortally wounded soldier was brought to the infirmary of the Le Fey Keep. Mirre, Eos's handmaiden who in many ways had taken up the role of a mentor decided it would be good for Eos to witness the healers at work. Initially the fourteen year old girl was shocked. The wounds were messy and bloody and the groans and pain filled cries made her cringe. With Mirre at her side Eos walked past the beds. They stopped at the bedside of the soldier whom they had just brought in.
He was weak, his breathing forced and rattled, like there was something keeping him from breathing. Mirre left shortly after she made sure Eos was seated beside the man. Like a trembling little bird the young girl sat at his side. She'd never seen a dying man. The man clasped her hands and he must have felt like his last breath was near. It was overwhelming for the girl and she cried at the unfairness of his death. She didn't even know him. But the man didn't die. Eos like many of the Fair Folk possessed the gift of magic. Spontaneous as well as powerful Eos used it to save the man's life. It was raw and untrained but it was the potential Mirre had hoped to awaken by bringing her there. A teacher of restorative magic was immediately employed in the services of the Le Fey family to guide the young apprentice.

Eos felt like she found her purpose in life and worked diligently to perfect her magic leaving behind her childhood activities of music and dance. Stories as they had in her childhood sought to educate her, only this time they came from soldiers. They were still stories but closer to reality than any she ever heard, it wizened her. Caring for the wounded was very satisfying and nothing gave her more purpose than to save lives. Yet she couldn't help but feel like she was trying to empty the sea with her hands. As long as war raged the infirmary would never be empty of soldiers.

Whisper post
There are soldiers who never make it to the healers in the infirmary. They are heroes of war spending most if not their entire life in service, even taking their last breath on the battlefield. The battlefield was no place for an inexperienced field nurse like Eos, but it was in the aftermath of a great battle that she bonded with her whisper.

In one of the many valleys a young soldier was looking up at the sky. He couldn't move and his legs were broken, his body battered. He had fought bravely and fiercely and they had won the battle, but he would not be around to celebrate. The sky would be the last thing he would see. He was no longer afraid of death. As young as he was he'd accepted this. The softness of the grass and the lullaby of the nearby river made him appreciate these last moments. I could have ended up in a worse place. He thought wistfully. The sky was turning black, or was he closing his eyes? He didn't know but felt his consciousness slipping away from him. Then suddenly the darkness was split by a gentle blue light. With a grunt he managed to lift up his head high enough to see an orb hovering over his body. It bobbed up and down excitedly. It was an unclaimed whisper, he could tell by the spherical shape. Without warning it started to dart towards the trees until its glow had disappeared. There were little flecks floating in front of his eyes. I guess he didn't like me much. He thought with a sad grin before losing consciousness again.

Meanwhile in that same valley the whisper was still darting through the trees and pathways with great haste. It seemed to know where it was going. It stopped in front of a surprised young girl. Eos dismounted her horse careful not to startle the whisper. There was no one with her, her handmaidens were still at the estate. It had to have come for her. She stepped forward hesitantly. The whisper mimicked her movements which made her giggle. She couldn't explain it but she felt like it was distressed or in a hurry. When it rushed towards her she let out a little squeal of surprise. It touched her hand and dispersed into countless sparkling particles of light. They came together to form the shape of a doe. Graceful and lithe it immediately started to rush back from where it came. Eos knew she had been right about its restlessness and quickly followed after it on horseback. It lead her the bank of a small stream. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the fallen soldier.
She got of her horse and quickly ran to his side pressing her fingers to his neck. He was alive, but barely. She did everything she could not to focus on the gruesome and twisted position of his body, trying to remember everything she'd been taught. It would be dangerous to move him too much so she cradled his head in her lap brushing away his hair matted with blood. The young man slowly opened his eyes. He looked up at her and a soft smile spread across his face. His voice was coarse, probably because his throat had dried out. "To see something so beautiful in my last moments, I'm a blessed man"

Whisper

[SUN]

"The only person who can pull me down is myself, and I'm not going to let myself pull me down anymore."
n a m e
Carlisle Finch

a g e
24

g e n d e r
XX

c l a s s
The Exiled

p e r s o n a l i t y
Although her appearance is soft and kind looking, Carlisle is far from this trait. Although, she can be soft and alluring she doesn't let those "small" traits define her. She is strong and brave hearted but her skills are swift and quiet. She normally spends time to her self training constantly when she isn't just enjoying the thick exiled fog that resides in their "quaint" little area. She is very good at focusing negitive thoughts through her strengths, which makes her a very patient hunter. Despite how she was raised and where her family hails from Cari is not ruthless, she can be merciful if she feels it's worth it, but it's a rare occasion and has yet to happen.

s k i l l s
•archery
•stealth
•bribe
•acrobatic

h i s t o r y
Carlisle's parents Arengir and Madge Finch were once Nobles of the joined kingdom. One of the more wealthy families that resided in the empire. Also one of the most loyal families to the king as well. After years of trying the family discovered Madge was unable to conceive. The family though filled with grief knew that they had to have someone to pass down their name. They decided to adopt, and were promised a boy by the name of Carlisle. Once the baby was born they later found out that Carlisle was indeed a 'she'. Arengir insisted there was a mistake but Madge was so in love with her girl that she convinced Arengir to let them keep the child. Since she was three Carlisle always strived to impress her father and gain his affection. Through the years she learned to hunt and use a bow as skillful as Arengir, but to no avail she was still not the little boy he wanted.

By some miracle, when Carlisle was about 7, Madge had a beautiful baby boy & Arengir couldn't have been more thrilled. He spent every waking moment doting on his beloved son, Abel. Carlisle felt rejected even though she excelled in skill compared to her little brother. Although, despite everything Carlisle still loved her brother and was never bitter or unkind to him. When he was old enough to walk she taught him everything she knew and Madge often let them play in the woods together when Arengir was working. However when Arengir wasn't working he used his free time to teach his son how to invest and become as wealthy as him one day blah blah blah, dad stuff. This actually made Carlisle start to develops a hatred for her dad even though she would never admit it. One morning Madge had sent Carlise to take Abel to the market and trade for some meat. While walking on the road on their way to the market they began to play tagging each other along the way. They were so distracted they didn't notice the palace caridge heading right tworeds them. Carlise jumped calling for her brother to move at the same time, but she was too late. Abel's body was crushed under the thick wooden wheel of the caridge that so happened to belong to the king. Since then Arengir never forgave the king nor did he ever look Cari in the eye. She could hardly forgive herself either. When the kingdom split it became obvious what side the Finchs belonged on and they've been there since.

w h i s p e r

T H E G E N E T

T H E H U N T

Carlisle was silent her back straight against an oak as if her skin was it's own. She was quiet as death, her round blue eyes shining in the day light that poured through the trees. She placed a careful hand on a lingering branch no larger than a lamp pole. She swiftly pulled it down using the bend to give her a small launch to the higher branch. She hung onto the larger branch of the oak her arms the only thing keeping her up. She let out a small breath swinging herself onto it then stood high peering out into the dark Forrest. you shouldn't be here, the alligence territory is stricly forbidden unless you are ordered attack a mans voice rung in her head like a conscience, but she knew him once. which is why...I'm not gonna get caught, it came through here I know it.. she lunged forward slightly placing her finger tips on the cracks of the bark. She narrowed her eyes seeing the faint ghostly light again. She smiled leaning back on her leg and pushing herself forward bounding quietly from tree to tree. Her lightweight making the trees rustle slightly as if from a gust of wind. Finally closer she could see it in a tree ahead of her, it was sitting upright moving cautiously and quietly, it knew she was there. She pulled a small pebble out of her pocket slowly tossing it lightly to hit a branch on it's tree. It jumped down simultaneously to her as she raced behind it on it's heels. She liked her prey to run. She pulled an arrow to shoot it but suddenly it stopped and looked her in the eye. She lowered her bow, crouching down to look at it. She had never seen anything like it, beside it's ghostly apparatus it was an odd looking creature she had never seen in the Forrest before. It was obviously intelligent and had eyes similar to her own, large and full of wonder. She sheathed her bow and held out a gentle hand, and it stared at it for awhile, unmoving. Then after hesitation it brought it's nose under her palm. She gasped lightly as she felt her whisper join her as it once was. "I should've known..." She muttered down to the genet a faded smile on her face "you are Nook...you are me.." She was happy to have found her missing piece but suddenly she became distracted she heard a voice just behind her. A man. An alligence man. She turned quickly taking a dagger out of her pocket and cutting her calf just deep enough to look accidental. She winced clenching her jaw, but she had to act quick unsure if the man was someone she could handle or not. She fell to the ground holding her leg close to her. She broke a branch near her so it looked as if she cut her leg on that, then wiped the warm blood of her blade placing it back in it's holster. She listened quietly for the man last thing she heard was "I'm leaving early today.."