Post by lily on Nov 28, 2009 11:03:36 GMT -5
Name:
Lilyam, Daughter of Dorin
Nick Name:
Lily
Race:
Angel
Clan:
Indahal
Species:
--
Gender:
Female
Age:
132
Appearance:
Lilyam has features reminiscent of her father, the late warrior Dorin, who died in the old wars. She inherited not only her shoulder length straight blond hair and stormy gray eyes, but also her high cheekbones, straight nose, and wide mouth. She is in no way fragile looking, or extraordinarily beautiful, like some women. Overall her features are relatively ordinary, almost always holding a look of mild disinterest in her surroundings, even if she herself is quite interested in something. And even when she does find herself in an emotional situation, there is almost never more than just a simple flicker of emotion that crosses her face before she once more becomes impassive.
Her skin is slightly tan, but still considered relatively pale due to all the time she spends in the library. She prefers not to wear any form of makeup or jewelry, thinking it frivolous and pointless. Makeup and jewelry serve no purpose, so why take the time? It is also extremely clear, with not a single mark on it. No, for that is not quite true. She has a scar on her right side just lower than her breast from a stray sword blow when she was younger.
Over a white shirt with long, loose sleeves Lily wears a simple piece of chain mail that is made of the lightest possible steel formed into small links. The chain mail itself though, only reaches to her waist. And over that she wears a black breastplate made of solid molded leather, lightweight and durable, but still strong enough to protect her from any glancing blow she was not quick enough, or lucky enough, to completely dodge. On her lower half is normally a simple pair of white pants, and her feet are most commonly adorned in black sandals fastened with leather straps.
Her body is fairly slim, with the muscles of an archer. Meaning the muscles in her arms are developed, whilst the muscles in her lower body are much less so. She stands at around nine inches over five feet, weighing in at about 130 pounds.
Her wings are a soft golden color, similar to that of her hair. They are not particularly big, being only average size for an Angel, but they do their job well for her.
Weapon:
A bow and arrows, simple, yet effective. Even though the Angel society itself is still far behind the times, Lilyam prefers to use a bow over any other weapon because it really tests the wielders abilities, unlike other weapons. Her bow is simple, made of brown wood, hardened in resin, the string made of horsehair, and her arrows are quite similar. Wood with goose feathers and sharpened steel tips.
History:
Born from Dorin, a powerful sniper of the Indahal clan her childhood was full of learning the ropes of being a sniper, learning how to control her emotions, and learning the ways of their people. Although Dorin was known to be a cruel man, ruthless, a killer, he was never particularly cruel to his only child. The only cruelty he ever showed her was the occasional blow, should she disobey him or make a mistake with her training. But it was obvious to the trained observer that they had a close relationship.
Which made his death in the War all the more painful. Lily had kept her emotions hidden from everyone who came to tell her their sympathies, only nodding and murmuring a soft ‘thank you’ before going back inside the desert house she had grown up in.
By the age of seventeen it was obvious that she had inherited her father’s talent with a bow, so she was quickly made a routine scout for the area, as well as a defender of the village, should someone attack. The elders of the village decided against sending her off to battle, fearing that she would meet the same fate as her father. And with his loss, as well as the losses of the other villagers who had died that day, they could not afford to lose any more promising young ones. So they kept her all but imprisoned in the village, unable to leave to do more than scout. And even then she was always sent with at least one other.
Many years past, and Lily remained imprisoned, unable to leave the village. During this time her fondness for books came about. With little else to do, reading was a welcome pastime. She devoured the books her hands came upon, finishing the entire library collection in less than a decade, though it would take even some of the greater historians much more time. But after she was finished an empty, hollow feeling came to her. That was all there was in the village, nothing more. She outgrew this quickly though, and simply began reading the old tomes again. She stopped caring if she already knew the story, and instead studied the volumes religiously, taking in as much as she could.
A hundred years passed and she remained exactly the same as she had once been. Perhaps exactly was a malformed thought. No, her skill with a bow had exceeded that of anyone else in the village, making her a very valuable asset to the elders. She enjoyed the work she did, for the most part. Although she would have preferred to stop having to kill, she knew it was a part of life, and thus did it without complaint.
And finally, they decided that it was time for her to go to battle. It was finally time for her to face off against more than an occasional intruder. But perhaps it would have been wiser to keep her in the village, for as soon as the battle began against the Osths’ things began to go wrong. First, the Osths’ had been prepared for them, and had laid a trap to ensnare the Angels upon arrival. Those that had been lucky enough to escape, Lilyam included, had immediately retaliated. But despite their best efforts it was obvious that they were at an extreme disadvantage. There was little chance that they would be able to kill their enemies and escape with their lives. No matter how hard they fought, the Osths’ fought just as hard. It didn’t help that their numbers were far greater than those of the Indahal clan.
Loosing one arrow after another did not seem to be gaining her much headway, but she kept on fighting, not knowing what else to do. It was not in her nature to run, or be scared, but at the moment she was terrified and wanted nothing more than to run. She did not want to die like her father. And when a foe came to her blind spot, she was not quick enough to get out of the way in time. Closing her eyes she waited for death, for the blow of the sword aimed at her…. but it never came. She had heard of those who had disappeared in the middle of a battle, when death was about to claim them, and now, she too, was one of them.
- Extras-
Personality:
Like most angels, Lilyam is fairly reserved with her emotions. Her face is typically set into a mask of impassiveness, or of boredom, and even when she’s riled it remains that way, with only perhaps a flicker of emotion escaping. Her smiles are small, tentative, as though unsure whether or not she should be doing so in the first place. Her eyes are her most expressive feature, often showing more than she would like the world to see. Despite her best efforts she has always been unable to completely keep things from her eyes.
In general Lily is a very soft-spoken person, though some would call her timid. The truth is that she just doesn’t really like talking very much. She speaks when spoken to and asked a question, responds when given orders, and gives a few comments here and there. She is not the type to speak out against a superior if they give orders she does not approve of, nor is she the type to disobey the commands of someone of higher rank than her. This makes her seem a bit drone-ish, but that is how she likes it. She prefers not to be noticed if possible. And if that makes her timid, so be it.
Although Angels in general are particularly fond of war and battles, Lilyam’s interests lie more with the ancient texts that have fascinated her for over a hundred years. She can read for hours and hours, and still be content with reading a book she has read many times before again. She also loves the dead of night, because at that late hour, few are still awake, which makes everything wonderfully peaceful and quiet. But due to her late hours, she is most certainly not a morning person. She takes on the appearance of being depressed commonly in the mornings, but within a few hours is back to her usual self.
Lilyam’s biggest flaw would be her sense of direction, or lack there of. She has one, of course, but it does indeed seem to be flawed. She has ended up in places where she had no intention of going countless times, despite her best efforts to reach her destination. Stranger still is that at some moments in time her sense of direction is just fine, and she ends up precisely where she wanted to be. Although perhaps she took a roundabout way to get there.
Pictures:
General Appearance
Chain mail/breast plate
Bow and arrows
Lilyam, Daughter of Dorin
Nick Name:
Lily
Race:
Angel
Clan:
Indahal
Species:
--
Gender:
Female
Age:
132
Appearance:
Lilyam has features reminiscent of her father, the late warrior Dorin, who died in the old wars. She inherited not only her shoulder length straight blond hair and stormy gray eyes, but also her high cheekbones, straight nose, and wide mouth. She is in no way fragile looking, or extraordinarily beautiful, like some women. Overall her features are relatively ordinary, almost always holding a look of mild disinterest in her surroundings, even if she herself is quite interested in something. And even when she does find herself in an emotional situation, there is almost never more than just a simple flicker of emotion that crosses her face before she once more becomes impassive.
Her skin is slightly tan, but still considered relatively pale due to all the time she spends in the library. She prefers not to wear any form of makeup or jewelry, thinking it frivolous and pointless. Makeup and jewelry serve no purpose, so why take the time? It is also extremely clear, with not a single mark on it. No, for that is not quite true. She has a scar on her right side just lower than her breast from a stray sword blow when she was younger.
Over a white shirt with long, loose sleeves Lily wears a simple piece of chain mail that is made of the lightest possible steel formed into small links. The chain mail itself though, only reaches to her waist. And over that she wears a black breastplate made of solid molded leather, lightweight and durable, but still strong enough to protect her from any glancing blow she was not quick enough, or lucky enough, to completely dodge. On her lower half is normally a simple pair of white pants, and her feet are most commonly adorned in black sandals fastened with leather straps.
Her body is fairly slim, with the muscles of an archer. Meaning the muscles in her arms are developed, whilst the muscles in her lower body are much less so. She stands at around nine inches over five feet, weighing in at about 130 pounds.
Her wings are a soft golden color, similar to that of her hair. They are not particularly big, being only average size for an Angel, but they do their job well for her.
Weapon:
A bow and arrows, simple, yet effective. Even though the Angel society itself is still far behind the times, Lilyam prefers to use a bow over any other weapon because it really tests the wielders abilities, unlike other weapons. Her bow is simple, made of brown wood, hardened in resin, the string made of horsehair, and her arrows are quite similar. Wood with goose feathers and sharpened steel tips.
History:
Born from Dorin, a powerful sniper of the Indahal clan her childhood was full of learning the ropes of being a sniper, learning how to control her emotions, and learning the ways of their people. Although Dorin was known to be a cruel man, ruthless, a killer, he was never particularly cruel to his only child. The only cruelty he ever showed her was the occasional blow, should she disobey him or make a mistake with her training. But it was obvious to the trained observer that they had a close relationship.
Which made his death in the War all the more painful. Lily had kept her emotions hidden from everyone who came to tell her their sympathies, only nodding and murmuring a soft ‘thank you’ before going back inside the desert house she had grown up in.
By the age of seventeen it was obvious that she had inherited her father’s talent with a bow, so she was quickly made a routine scout for the area, as well as a defender of the village, should someone attack. The elders of the village decided against sending her off to battle, fearing that she would meet the same fate as her father. And with his loss, as well as the losses of the other villagers who had died that day, they could not afford to lose any more promising young ones. So they kept her all but imprisoned in the village, unable to leave to do more than scout. And even then she was always sent with at least one other.
Many years past, and Lily remained imprisoned, unable to leave the village. During this time her fondness for books came about. With little else to do, reading was a welcome pastime. She devoured the books her hands came upon, finishing the entire library collection in less than a decade, though it would take even some of the greater historians much more time. But after she was finished an empty, hollow feeling came to her. That was all there was in the village, nothing more. She outgrew this quickly though, and simply began reading the old tomes again. She stopped caring if she already knew the story, and instead studied the volumes religiously, taking in as much as she could.
A hundred years passed and she remained exactly the same as she had once been. Perhaps exactly was a malformed thought. No, her skill with a bow had exceeded that of anyone else in the village, making her a very valuable asset to the elders. She enjoyed the work she did, for the most part. Although she would have preferred to stop having to kill, she knew it was a part of life, and thus did it without complaint.
And finally, they decided that it was time for her to go to battle. It was finally time for her to face off against more than an occasional intruder. But perhaps it would have been wiser to keep her in the village, for as soon as the battle began against the Osths’ things began to go wrong. First, the Osths’ had been prepared for them, and had laid a trap to ensnare the Angels upon arrival. Those that had been lucky enough to escape, Lilyam included, had immediately retaliated. But despite their best efforts it was obvious that they were at an extreme disadvantage. There was little chance that they would be able to kill their enemies and escape with their lives. No matter how hard they fought, the Osths’ fought just as hard. It didn’t help that their numbers were far greater than those of the Indahal clan.
Loosing one arrow after another did not seem to be gaining her much headway, but she kept on fighting, not knowing what else to do. It was not in her nature to run, or be scared, but at the moment she was terrified and wanted nothing more than to run. She did not want to die like her father. And when a foe came to her blind spot, she was not quick enough to get out of the way in time. Closing her eyes she waited for death, for the blow of the sword aimed at her…. but it never came. She had heard of those who had disappeared in the middle of a battle, when death was about to claim them, and now, she too, was one of them.
- Extras-
Personality:
Like most angels, Lilyam is fairly reserved with her emotions. Her face is typically set into a mask of impassiveness, or of boredom, and even when she’s riled it remains that way, with only perhaps a flicker of emotion escaping. Her smiles are small, tentative, as though unsure whether or not she should be doing so in the first place. Her eyes are her most expressive feature, often showing more than she would like the world to see. Despite her best efforts she has always been unable to completely keep things from her eyes.
In general Lily is a very soft-spoken person, though some would call her timid. The truth is that she just doesn’t really like talking very much. She speaks when spoken to and asked a question, responds when given orders, and gives a few comments here and there. She is not the type to speak out against a superior if they give orders she does not approve of, nor is she the type to disobey the commands of someone of higher rank than her. This makes her seem a bit drone-ish, but that is how she likes it. She prefers not to be noticed if possible. And if that makes her timid, so be it.
Although Angels in general are particularly fond of war and battles, Lilyam’s interests lie more with the ancient texts that have fascinated her for over a hundred years. She can read for hours and hours, and still be content with reading a book she has read many times before again. She also loves the dead of night, because at that late hour, few are still awake, which makes everything wonderfully peaceful and quiet. But due to her late hours, she is most certainly not a morning person. She takes on the appearance of being depressed commonly in the mornings, but within a few hours is back to her usual self.
Lilyam’s biggest flaw would be her sense of direction, or lack there of. She has one, of course, but it does indeed seem to be flawed. She has ended up in places where she had no intention of going countless times, despite her best efforts to reach her destination. Stranger still is that at some moments in time her sense of direction is just fine, and she ends up precisely where she wanted to be. Although perhaps she took a roundabout way to get there.
Pictures:
General Appearance
Chain mail/breast plate
Bow and arrows