Post by Enelya Telrúnya on Sept 13, 2006 23:33:29 GMT -5
Name: Enelya Telrúnya of Maglor Tinúviel
Age: 28
Family: High ranked Mage Family: Mother and Father, 4 sons and 6 daughters.
Gender: Female
Appearance: A youthful woman of small structure; her dark blonde hair, a cascade of curls over her slim figure; her eyes as deep as the bluest sapphire. Pale soft skin; like moonlight on a clear night, soft and delicate, hidden by emerald cloth. Rosy cheeks; lightly blushed as if rose petals themselves had been wiped on the moonlight skin. Her slim figure clothed in the clothes of the medieval times. Dresses that were made to show the bust and the well lined shoulders.
Personality: Enelya is like a whisper of wind, a gentle soul with no knowledge of true belonging. Lost in a large family forgotten when others made it to glory this young mage had made her way from home to knew land, courage and bravery circled her, hope and achievement were destined for her. Elegances and grace were her poise, her friends. Patients was her virtue, truth her greatest ally.
History: Forgotten by her family, Enelya set out on her own; crossing oceans on board a boat of men. Fearful of those men, she cloaked are self as a man; dressing as one and keeping her face and hair hooded at all times. Those men then became fearful of her; a strange with a white staff one them, one of those Mages. Yet she left the boat as nothing more than a young woman with mages blood holding the staff of power she had been granted for her 21st birthday. She had traveled for weeks, buying a horse soon as they landed, she walk, leading the horse that was loaded with every ounce of belonging she had.
Years had passed since that day her 24th birthday passed in a time of war, it was only in her 26th year that she returned to Avaren and then took great refuge with those of her kind in Aesir. Now at 28 she see the world of peace vanishing before her eyes!
Age: 28
Family: High ranked Mage Family: Mother and Father, 4 sons and 6 daughters.
Gender: Female
Appearance: A youthful woman of small structure; her dark blonde hair, a cascade of curls over her slim figure; her eyes as deep as the bluest sapphire. Pale soft skin; like moonlight on a clear night, soft and delicate, hidden by emerald cloth. Rosy cheeks; lightly blushed as if rose petals themselves had been wiped on the moonlight skin. Her slim figure clothed in the clothes of the medieval times. Dresses that were made to show the bust and the well lined shoulders.
Personality: Enelya is like a whisper of wind, a gentle soul with no knowledge of true belonging. Lost in a large family forgotten when others made it to glory this young mage had made her way from home to knew land, courage and bravery circled her, hope and achievement were destined for her. Elegances and grace were her poise, her friends. Patients was her virtue, truth her greatest ally.
History: Forgotten by her family, Enelya set out on her own; crossing oceans on board a boat of men. Fearful of those men, she cloaked are self as a man; dressing as one and keeping her face and hair hooded at all times. Those men then became fearful of her; a strange with a white staff one them, one of those Mages. Yet she left the boat as nothing more than a young woman with mages blood holding the staff of power she had been granted for her 21st birthday. She had traveled for weeks, buying a horse soon as they landed, she walk, leading the horse that was loaded with every ounce of belonging she had.
Years had passed since that day her 24th birthday passed in a time of war, it was only in her 26th year that she returned to Avaren and then took great refuge with those of her kind in Aesir. Now at 28 she see the world of peace vanishing before her eyes!
