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Thanks. What do you mean double posted? I'm only seeing one cs posted from myself.
Awww... don't be mad at me. I actually deleted most of my stories and just grabbed a few of them back a few days ago because I needed to write. My mom was in the hospital and I disappeared to help her through some heart issues.
I'd write with you any day. You cannot tell me you don't believe that to be true.
BTW - eat shit and die is my phrase. :)
I'd write with you any day. You cannot tell me you don't believe that to be true.
BTW - eat shit and die is my phrase. :)
I'll get the history up tomorrow, which will help to explain better the DID, and I'll review it for grammar as well. :)
Name:
Ivaniliana “Lia” (pronounced Leah)
Species:
Silvan Wood Elf - They are very similar to other elves with the various affinities for controlling the wind and earth when in extreme danger or torment, and they are able to climb almost anything, even most non-scalable materials. Needs to breath fresh air and prefers to live in the most wooded areas, the trees considered brethren and the sun and moon – mother and father.
Gender:
Female
Age:
220, but appears to be 18-20
Mental Illness: Lia suffers from the following:
Dissociative identity disorder (DID) - is a mental disorder that is characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states that alternately control a person's behavior, and is accompanied by memory impairment for important information not explained by ordinary forgetfulness. Lia’s other personalities are Ziak, a male who represents her brother and Sema, a female that represents her sister to her.
Dream shifter – a mental illness that leaves her to believe that she can control her future by shifting various situations/scenarios within the context of her dreams. Whether her gift has proven true or not has yet to be determined as she is lost in the notion that she has the power to shift tomorrow in her dreams.
Hypersensitivity – Lia is highly sensitive to loud noises and her mind associates them with terror, leaving her instinct to fend for her safety, which is never a solid bet. Being able to use various elemental magic at the core of her being often time in the midst of loud noises she will mentally black out and leave Ziak to destroy the room in a wind storm or bust a hole in the floor with a mild earthquake.
Appearance:
Lia stands no more than four and a half feet, her frame petite and feminine. Flawless alabaster skin stretches over her lithe frame, her color consistent without pigment variation of any sort. Her pale golden locks hold a natural wave but each strand twists tightly at its end much like the tail of a seahorse. Various strands of translucent hair stream throughout her thick silky mass and dance among the sun-streaked highlights that almost seem to move at times with derivative intent.
Her face is narrow and quite angular in structure, her blonde eyebrows designed with a high arch that presses the feel of elitism into the air around her. Eyes as dark as a moonless night sit in perfect proportion on her face, her stare a bit unnerving because of the absence of color. Her lips are full and dusted rose colored, turning down in her natural state as if distain runs along her thoughts at all that moves and breathes around her.
Her nails are long and claw-like, completely opaque and sharp as knives unless cut to the cuticle, which has been the requirement of her people for most of her life, namely due her mental state. Her feet finish with six toes on each one, the need to have additional grip when climbing trees and scaling mountains creating the extra appendages. A living vine grows from the base of her right ankle and wraps tightly around her shapely calf, small white flowers growing on the greenery when she’s well taken care of and in good physical health.
History:
Lia grew up in the Vanacula woods on the Draken planet, which held most properties one might expect in a land littered with Fae, Elves and Trolls. The undisturbed forests were home to many nature-loving creatures, but humanoid in nature as well as various types of animals. Lia was the youngest daughter of the high wooden Elf King, Jared and their queen, Karina. She had an older brother, Ziakander who was being trained to take her father's place should anything befall the great king, and her older sister, Semantilla. With her parents being very involved in ruling their species and maintaining proper interaction with other races, Lia spent most of her time in the presence of her siblings. They were a close-nit group and trained together in both arms and education with only a chosen few from the woods they inhabited.
Having the ability to live hundreds of years, Lia's people were learned in things both imperative to survival for their race and various mysteries of other races and worlds. She spent lots of her free time in the great library of Colemon, her father's adviser, searching for a new adventure to take her away. Because her people were peaceful by nature, the arrival of the Daemon's from a dark world just beyond their viewing mechanisms was both a shock and lesson in unpreparedness. The Daemon's wasted no time in murdering the ruling bodies, Lia racing frantically toward the royal castle from the library and stumbling upon nothing being left but the remains of her family. It wasn't long before she found herself walking numbly through the woods that surrounded her once beautiful home, her mind scattered and throat sore from talking to herself incessantly for days on end.
Not being recognized, the King of the Useelie court ordered her to be removed from their world and sent someplace that she might gain her consciousness back or perhaps have it replaced. Knowing that her entire species was removed from Draken and that she was the only one remaining would do nothing but send the lovely girl deeper into the darkness that seemed to hang all around her like a disenchanted cloak. Having heard of the Osmand Institute, the Fae King arranged for the lovely young, nameless girl to be transported to the facility in hopes that someone might assist her in moving forward and possibly reinventing herself as she did.
Personality:
Lia is offstandish and withdrawn, her natural tendency to move into the shadows and remain content to only keep company with herself and the lost love ones in her head. She is often willing to assist others before thinking of herself namely due to her past and is only passionate about one thing – the mistreatment of others.
Ziak is dominate and pushy. His tendency is to demand his way and physical force others to deliver on his expectations. He is outspoken and holds grudges for the remainder of the relationship should the offense be too much. He tries to move into the spotlight in all circumstances and enjoys nothing more than challenging authority.
Sema is outgoing and friendly. She’s always looking to make a new friend and offers herself to assist in any way possible with anyone. She’s flirty and kind, funny and willing to break a few rules to ensure a countenance of joy and excitement are present in her world at all times.
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual, namely depending on who’s running the show inside her skull in the moment.
Fears:
Lia is afraid of commitment and deep water, Ziak is afraid of the dark and bees, and Sema is afraid of sleeping and overtly bright lights.
Capabilities:
Elemental Magic - As noted above, Lia is a wood elf, so she has the ability to use elemental magic without the use of spells. She can call the elements in full force if out among them, but in confined spaces she can only utilize what’s available to her to pull at the wind, water, fire and earth. She loses strength more quickly with the larger displays of effort as one might imagine.
Strength – Lia is much stronger than she appears, her body able to hold 3-4 times its own weight and carry it for several miles at a time. She is able to climb with no weight on her back for more than a day at a time, her arms and legs strong and agile.
Transparency – A gift from her father. She’s capable of becoming completely transparent (if she removes her scrubs) for ten to fifteen minutes at a time, but needs lots of rehydration and sleep afterward. The strands of translucent hair on her head will grow and wrap around her like a second skin.
Name:
Ivaniliana “Lia” (pronounced Leah)
Species:
Silvan Wood Elf - They are very similar to other elves with the various affinities for controlling the wind and earth when in extreme danger or torment, and they are able to climb almost anything, even most non-scalable materials. Needs to breath fresh air and prefers to live in the most wooded areas, the trees considered brethren and the sun and moon – mother and father.
Gender:
Female
Age:
220, but appears to be 18-20
Mental Illness: Lia suffers from the following:
Dissociative identity disorder (DID) - is a mental disorder that is characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring identities or dissociated personality states that alternately control a person's behavior, and is accompanied by memory impairment for important information not explained by ordinary forgetfulness. Lia’s other personalities are Ziak, a male who represents her brother and Sema, a female that represents her sister to her.
Dream shifter – a mental illness that leaves her to believe that she can control her future by shifting various situations/scenarios within the context of her dreams. Whether her gift has proven true or not has yet to be determined as she is lost in the notion that she has the power to shift tomorrow in her dreams.
Hypersensitivity – Lia is highly sensitive to loud noises and her mind associates them with terror, leaving her instinct to fend for her safety, which is never a solid bet. Being able to use various elemental magic at the core of her being often time in the midst of loud noises she will mentally black out and leave Ziak to destroy the room in a wind storm or bust a hole in the floor with a mild earthquake.
Appearance:
Lia stands no more than four and a half feet, her frame petite and feminine. Flawless alabaster skin stretches over her lithe frame, her color consistent without pigment variation of any sort. Her pale golden locks hold a natural wave but each strand twists tightly at its end much like the tail of a seahorse. Various strands of translucent hair stream throughout her thick silky mass and dance among the sun-streaked highlights that almost seem to move at times with derivative intent.
Her face is narrow and quite angular in structure, her blonde eyebrows designed with a high arch that presses the feel of elitism into the air around her. Eyes as dark as a moonless night sit in perfect proportion on her face, her stare a bit unnerving because of the absence of color. Her lips are full and dusted rose colored, turning down in her natural state as if distain runs along her thoughts at all that moves and breathes around her.
Her nails are long and claw-like, completely opaque and sharp as knives unless cut to the cuticle, which has been the requirement of her people for most of her life, namely due her mental state. Her feet finish with six toes on each one, the need to have additional grip when climbing trees and scaling mountains creating the extra appendages. A living vine grows from the base of her right ankle and wraps tightly around her shapely calf, small white flowers growing on the greenery when she’s well taken care of and in good physical health.
History:
Lia grew up in the Vanacula woods on the Draken planet, which held most properties one might expect in a land littered with Fae, Elves and Trolls. The undisturbed forests were home to many nature-loving creatures, but humanoid in nature as well as various types of animals. Lia was the youngest daughter of the high wooden Elf King, Jared and their queen, Karina. She had an older brother, Ziakander who was being trained to take her father's place should anything befall the great king, and her older sister, Semantilla. With her parents being very involved in ruling their species and maintaining proper interaction with other races, Lia spent most of her time in the presence of her siblings. They were a close-nit group and trained together in both arms and education with only a chosen few from the woods they inhabited.
Having the ability to live hundreds of years, Lia's people were learned in things both imperative to survival for their race and various mysteries of other races and worlds. She spent lots of her free time in the great library of Colemon, her father's adviser, searching for a new adventure to take her away. Because her people were peaceful by nature, the arrival of the Daemon's from a dark world just beyond their viewing mechanisms was both a shock and lesson in unpreparedness. The Daemon's wasted no time in murdering the ruling bodies, Lia racing frantically toward the royal castle from the library and stumbling upon nothing being left but the remains of her family. It wasn't long before she found herself walking numbly through the woods that surrounded her once beautiful home, her mind scattered and throat sore from talking to herself incessantly for days on end.
Not being recognized, the King of the Useelie court ordered her to be removed from their world and sent someplace that she might gain her consciousness back or perhaps have it replaced. Knowing that her entire species was removed from Draken and that she was the only one remaining would do nothing but send the lovely girl deeper into the darkness that seemed to hang all around her like a disenchanted cloak. Having heard of the Osmand Institute, the Fae King arranged for the lovely young, nameless girl to be transported to the facility in hopes that someone might assist her in moving forward and possibly reinventing herself as she did.
Personality:
Lia is offstandish and withdrawn, her natural tendency to move into the shadows and remain content to only keep company with herself and the lost love ones in her head. She is often willing to assist others before thinking of herself namely due to her past and is only passionate about one thing – the mistreatment of others.
Ziak is dominate and pushy. His tendency is to demand his way and physical force others to deliver on his expectations. He is outspoken and holds grudges for the remainder of the relationship should the offense be too much. He tries to move into the spotlight in all circumstances and enjoys nothing more than challenging authority.
Sema is outgoing and friendly. She’s always looking to make a new friend and offers herself to assist in any way possible with anyone. She’s flirty and kind, funny and willing to break a few rules to ensure a countenance of joy and excitement are present in her world at all times.
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual, namely depending on who’s running the show inside her skull in the moment.
Fears:
Lia is afraid of commitment and deep water, Ziak is afraid of the dark and bees, and Sema is afraid of sleeping and overtly bright lights.
Capabilities:
Elemental Magic - As noted above, Lia is a wood elf, so she has the ability to use elemental magic without the use of spells. She can call the elements in full force if out among them, but in confined spaces she can only utilize what’s available to her to pull at the wind, water, fire and earth. She loses strength more quickly with the larger displays of effort as one might imagine.
Strength – Lia is much stronger than she appears, her body able to hold 3-4 times its own weight and carry it for several miles at a time. She is able to climb with no weight on her back for more than a day at a time, her arms and legs strong and agile.
Transparency – A gift from her father. She’s capable of becoming completely transparent (if she removes her scrubs) for ten to fifteen minutes at a time, but needs lots of rehydration and sleep afterward. The strands of translucent hair on her head will grow and wrap around her like a second skin.
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Sorry about that. If we're writing or RP'ing from the center of a dream, would I be able to write the scene around me or will you as GM determine that. So if I wanted to dream that I was starting out in the ocean surfing, could I do that, or are you controlling where we are and what we see. That make sense? :)
A smile touched the edge of her mouth at his comment, a soft huff at the very thought that the party was anything resembling great. She stood and finished her wine, releasing the glass to stand upon a small table and walking toward the large ornate window at the back of her room. She moved the heavy crimson curtains as he continued to speak, her head turning slightly at his gratefulness, though begrudging as it sounded. She laughed softly again for her merriment at the situation was too much to contain. How she'd ended up in this place with a human male as a gift from the emperor was beyond her. She was so different from her royal family and yet she was stranded here much like her new toy was stranded beside her.
"Do not let my father's antics fool you. The party was for no one save him. He shows the public only what he wants and lavishing his only daughter is a facade that all believe and most covet." She let the curtains drop, the sun far removed from the blanket of cream-colored clouds that sat in the night's sky. The evening was quite lovely with a spectacle of stars on display and she considered for a moment the bliss that might be found walking bare-footed in the garden just beyond the palace, but reject the thought namely due to not knowing what to do with Verus.
She turned and pressed her back to the curtain, her thoughts moving in a circular momentum between what might happen in the ring and even more so what a victory for Verus or defeat might look like. She nibbled at her lip, her fingers drawn to a long strand of dark hair as her eyes glazed over a little and a soft song hummed from her chest. She lifted her shoulders as if accepting defeat from her thoughts and exhaled softly. "I do suppose that kindness and graciousness are not offered to men who've been taken captive. I would plead ignorance to hear your story, but I suppose it will be something I can look forward to unfolding over the time we are together."
A soft knock at the door pulled her from her monologue and she called for whomever to enter. The servants moved about the room, leaving only a small platter with bits of meat, bread and fruit at her request. They cleaned up the rest and left Verus alone with her once more. She sat again in the chair she'd let grow cold and tucked her feet and legs under her, peace exuded from her persona. "Just answer me one thing before you take to the bath. Did you have a family before you were taken captive? A wife or children? A mother or father that you looked after? I don't mean to pry, I'm just interested to the depths in which men must harbor hate to strip those with depends away from them without care or concern."
"Do not let my father's antics fool you. The party was for no one save him. He shows the public only what he wants and lavishing his only daughter is a facade that all believe and most covet." She let the curtains drop, the sun far removed from the blanket of cream-colored clouds that sat in the night's sky. The evening was quite lovely with a spectacle of stars on display and she considered for a moment the bliss that might be found walking bare-footed in the garden just beyond the palace, but reject the thought namely due to not knowing what to do with Verus.
She turned and pressed her back to the curtain, her thoughts moving in a circular momentum between what might happen in the ring and even more so what a victory for Verus or defeat might look like. She nibbled at her lip, her fingers drawn to a long strand of dark hair as her eyes glazed over a little and a soft song hummed from her chest. She lifted her shoulders as if accepting defeat from her thoughts and exhaled softly. "I do suppose that kindness and graciousness are not offered to men who've been taken captive. I would plead ignorance to hear your story, but I suppose it will be something I can look forward to unfolding over the time we are together."
A soft knock at the door pulled her from her monologue and she called for whomever to enter. The servants moved about the room, leaving only a small platter with bits of meat, bread and fruit at her request. They cleaned up the rest and left Verus alone with her once more. She sat again in the chair she'd let grow cold and tucked her feet and legs under her, peace exuded from her persona. "Just answer me one thing before you take to the bath. Did you have a family before you were taken captive? A wife or children? A mother or father that you looked after? I don't mean to pry, I'm just interested to the depths in which men must harbor hate to strip those with depends away from them without care or concern."
Working on my post now. Hope your week is going well. :)
I'm going to bump this for you simply because you're choice of music is kick ass.
I'm laughing my ass off at ICC... sorry cornered... had to. I have a lovely case of the giggles from the LIES spread in here. :) Glad you're back.
Maiden said
Katelyn, your timing couldn't be more perfect right now. I have a few players who are needing a bit of time off, and we're at such an early place in the roleplay it would be no problem to have you join in. We're not open for applications just yet, but in all likelihood I'll need to do some recruiting in the very near future so I see no reason to make you wait. Go ahead and post your CS whenever it's ready and we'll go from there! :) Thanks for your interest!
Excellent. I'll read up on your characters and start working on a CS. Thanks for the opportunity.
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