Post by Avi on Dec 24, 2006 10:20:21 GMT -5
Name: Ally
Nickname/Called: Firedance
Age: 18
Year Added: Year 5, age 18
Gender: Female
Rank: Half-Spirit Wanderer
Appearance: One look at her fiercely colored golden skin with its rich hints of scarlet strongly suggests she's not quite human. Coal black eyes with eerie flecks of hot colors and very curly red-gold hair that ignites on fire whenever she feels especially excited, angered, or frustrated only support this fact, as doesher aura of immense wildness and freedom. Her body is slim and compact like a snake's, and her height is average, although she leans slightly towards the smaller side. In her equine form she doesn't look much different, with a blood palomino roan hide with a crimson-yellow mane and tail. Firedance strongly resembles an Arabian horse with a small head and dished face, a lithe, compact body, and a streaming arched tail. Small, immature white wings are iridescent with fire and glitter with blood-red crimson. Even as a horse she seems too unreal, and not just because of her wings or because she's somwhat human. Maybe it's just how oddly her mane falls, how both it and her tail are peculiarly curled, or her more than unusual coloring...But it's more likely to be her queer white-less, pupil-less eyes with flames dancing within...
Personality: Hot-tempered and completley untame, Firedance has learned to take care of herself, and acts on instinct rather than reason. Extremely wary, she acts more like a wild mustang, mistrustful and ready to either fight or flee. Even if you do earn her friendship, her trust will be extremely fragile, and even more of a challenge to earn if you shatter it. Her spirit, however, is like the sun: fiery, fierce, uncontained, and strong. She carries an enormous hatred and loathing for humans for what they have done to her, and usually stays in her equine form, and has for the past seven years. She gives girls some leeway, but men? Never! They've only been cruel to her, put ropes around her neck, forced her to plow while half-starved, drugged her to try to break her spirit, and whipped her until she bled...before finally selling her to someone else who was often worse. Holding grudges is something Firedance manages quite well, and she's very supportive of revenge. Also an outcast to every group; from the stables where the herds mocked her for her undersized wings and the scent of the Otherworld that they said clung to her, smelling of smoke and autumn breeze, mixed with the sharp coldness of frost. With humans, they don't even know her as a girl, just as an impudent horse who needs to be taught a lesson. Spirits somewhat scorn her because she isn't entirely from the Otherworld, but a mistake that shouldn't have been born, a disgraceful half-breed.
History: About twenty years ago in a guild far away from the Guild of the Eastern Wind, two new Guildmasters took over. The boy bonded to a very respectable King Shad, but he is not our focus. The girl Bonded to an extremely regal Queen Water Elemental named Ripple, and had the alternate form of a horse with large wings. The two were close, even by Bonding standards, and often could be found flying, by Flera often riding Ripple's back. They made an excellent pair, and the Guild, which had sunk to disrepair, began to prosper and shine again. A beatiful town was erected around it, and the area bloomed with life.
It was a visit to the new village when both, Ripple in human form, were shopping for Flera's wedding gown. Now engaged to wed the boy Bonded to the King Shade, she wanted a dress that was simple, elegant, and a pale blue. But they were seperated in the middle of their quest, and Ripple wandered around alone. It wasn't long, though, before she attracted the attention of a young fire mage. With her white-blonde hair that held streaks of a delicate blue, clear sapphire eyes, fair skin, and aquiline nose, it wasn't hard to see why. The man -named Saleron, but called Flame by his friends- tripped into her path. Always kind, Ripple helped him to his feet, before being shocked by his elegant, dark features: he was a handsome man. Although it was not love at first sight, it was a curiousity that led them to spend the rest of the day together, Saleron slipping away as Flera approached with a final farewell.
Ripple obligingly flew Flera back to the Guild of Southern Seas since their carriage was late, all the time thinking of the handsome stranger. She was confused about him- she was a spirit, yet he had treated her as an equal, and even more so. He made her feel at ease, rather than her normal aloof, royal tenseness. It baffled her; he didn't mind if she talked to his head or out loud, and there was a warmth in his eyes that told her he would listen.
Ripple began to go into town more often, which pleased Flera since the Queen Elemental had been pretty antisocial. What the girl didn't realise was the Ripple was meeting a man, and that a fast relationship was blossoming between them.
It took another year before Flera found out.
And it was all because of Firedance.
A pale Ripple had walked into the Guildmaster's office, drooping and anxious. Then she confessed everything- how she had met Saleron, how she loved him, and how they had married down at the town in secret. And now, she explained, they were expecting a child.
Her Bonded's fiance fainted.
His Shade King laughed gleefully while shooting Ripple a half-scornful look.
And Flera stood gaping.
It was impossible for spirits to have children, or even the impulse to fall in love. All of the records proved this, and although before Spirits had flirted occasionally with other Spirits or people, it had always been in jest. And nowhere could a record be found saying that Spirits had children; all said the opposite.
Yet here was her spirit, confessing love and preganancy...
She, too, fainted.
But months past, and it turned out that Ripple hadn't been lying. Although she never seemed to become larger in the abdomen area, soemthing about her slowed and her thin, narrow frame filled out a little. When she did eventually have a child, it was a baby girl, with odd golden skin and queer eyes...
She was named Ally.
From the start the other Spirits treated her condenscendingly, and people had no clue what to think of her. When her shifting ability was discovered, the horses, too, treated her to scorn and scoffs when she asked to join their herd.
From the start she was branded as an outcast, too far from people, spirits, or horses, but on a fine margin between. Children, who were more accepting, confused her, as they did things she did not. Ally never saw the points of dolls, preferring magic lessons with her father and more sensible talk. But she confused him, for she did not see magic as a weapon, but as a toy that should be respected. Her mother understood her more, but not her more human tendencies.
But when she was eleven, she grew impatient.
She wanted to find a place in between, a place where she could belong.
Leaving one night, escaping from the taunts and od stares, she began a journey to....somehwere.
And, unfortunately was captured.
Thus began seven years of slavery, bearing the brunt of the whip, carrying the heavy load. Walking until her hooves bled from stones lodges with, working until grime coated her so heavily nothing was recognizable beneath layers of dirt and mud. Her mind and heart forgot of her original quest to find a place to belong, being replaced by more negative concepts of hatred and revenge....
Personal Element: If you haven't guessed Fire by now...O.o
Pets: Isn't she one?
Fighting Style: She fights in her equine form, pretty much hurling herself at them enemy....
Weapon(s) of Choice: Hooves are very dangerous, and horses do have alot of strength....
Nickname/Called: Firedance
Age: 18
Year Added: Year 5, age 18
Gender: Female
Rank: Half-Spirit Wanderer
Appearance: One look at her fiercely colored golden skin with its rich hints of scarlet strongly suggests she's not quite human. Coal black eyes with eerie flecks of hot colors and very curly red-gold hair that ignites on fire whenever she feels especially excited, angered, or frustrated only support this fact, as doesher aura of immense wildness and freedom. Her body is slim and compact like a snake's, and her height is average, although she leans slightly towards the smaller side. In her equine form she doesn't look much different, with a blood palomino roan hide with a crimson-yellow mane and tail. Firedance strongly resembles an Arabian horse with a small head and dished face, a lithe, compact body, and a streaming arched tail. Small, immature white wings are iridescent with fire and glitter with blood-red crimson. Even as a horse she seems too unreal, and not just because of her wings or because she's somwhat human. Maybe it's just how oddly her mane falls, how both it and her tail are peculiarly curled, or her more than unusual coloring...But it's more likely to be her queer white-less, pupil-less eyes with flames dancing within...
Personality: Hot-tempered and completley untame, Firedance has learned to take care of herself, and acts on instinct rather than reason. Extremely wary, she acts more like a wild mustang, mistrustful and ready to either fight or flee. Even if you do earn her friendship, her trust will be extremely fragile, and even more of a challenge to earn if you shatter it. Her spirit, however, is like the sun: fiery, fierce, uncontained, and strong. She carries an enormous hatred and loathing for humans for what they have done to her, and usually stays in her equine form, and has for the past seven years. She gives girls some leeway, but men? Never! They've only been cruel to her, put ropes around her neck, forced her to plow while half-starved, drugged her to try to break her spirit, and whipped her until she bled...before finally selling her to someone else who was often worse. Holding grudges is something Firedance manages quite well, and she's very supportive of revenge. Also an outcast to every group; from the stables where the herds mocked her for her undersized wings and the scent of the Otherworld that they said clung to her, smelling of smoke and autumn breeze, mixed with the sharp coldness of frost. With humans, they don't even know her as a girl, just as an impudent horse who needs to be taught a lesson. Spirits somewhat scorn her because she isn't entirely from the Otherworld, but a mistake that shouldn't have been born, a disgraceful half-breed.
History: About twenty years ago in a guild far away from the Guild of the Eastern Wind, two new Guildmasters took over. The boy bonded to a very respectable King Shad, but he is not our focus. The girl Bonded to an extremely regal Queen Water Elemental named Ripple, and had the alternate form of a horse with large wings. The two were close, even by Bonding standards, and often could be found flying, by Flera often riding Ripple's back. They made an excellent pair, and the Guild, which had sunk to disrepair, began to prosper and shine again. A beatiful town was erected around it, and the area bloomed with life.
It was a visit to the new village when both, Ripple in human form, were shopping for Flera's wedding gown. Now engaged to wed the boy Bonded to the King Shade, she wanted a dress that was simple, elegant, and a pale blue. But they were seperated in the middle of their quest, and Ripple wandered around alone. It wasn't long, though, before she attracted the attention of a young fire mage. With her white-blonde hair that held streaks of a delicate blue, clear sapphire eyes, fair skin, and aquiline nose, it wasn't hard to see why. The man -named Saleron, but called Flame by his friends- tripped into her path. Always kind, Ripple helped him to his feet, before being shocked by his elegant, dark features: he was a handsome man. Although it was not love at first sight, it was a curiousity that led them to spend the rest of the day together, Saleron slipping away as Flera approached with a final farewell.
Ripple obligingly flew Flera back to the Guild of Southern Seas since their carriage was late, all the time thinking of the handsome stranger. She was confused about him- she was a spirit, yet he had treated her as an equal, and even more so. He made her feel at ease, rather than her normal aloof, royal tenseness. It baffled her; he didn't mind if she talked to his head or out loud, and there was a warmth in his eyes that told her he would listen.
Ripple began to go into town more often, which pleased Flera since the Queen Elemental had been pretty antisocial. What the girl didn't realise was the Ripple was meeting a man, and that a fast relationship was blossoming between them.
It took another year before Flera found out.
And it was all because of Firedance.
A pale Ripple had walked into the Guildmaster's office, drooping and anxious. Then she confessed everything- how she had met Saleron, how she loved him, and how they had married down at the town in secret. And now, she explained, they were expecting a child.
Her Bonded's fiance fainted.
His Shade King laughed gleefully while shooting Ripple a half-scornful look.
And Flera stood gaping.
It was impossible for spirits to have children, or even the impulse to fall in love. All of the records proved this, and although before Spirits had flirted occasionally with other Spirits or people, it had always been in jest. And nowhere could a record be found saying that Spirits had children; all said the opposite.
Yet here was her spirit, confessing love and preganancy...
She, too, fainted.
But months past, and it turned out that Ripple hadn't been lying. Although she never seemed to become larger in the abdomen area, soemthing about her slowed and her thin, narrow frame filled out a little. When she did eventually have a child, it was a baby girl, with odd golden skin and queer eyes...
She was named Ally.
From the start the other Spirits treated her condenscendingly, and people had no clue what to think of her. When her shifting ability was discovered, the horses, too, treated her to scorn and scoffs when she asked to join their herd.
From the start she was branded as an outcast, too far from people, spirits, or horses, but on a fine margin between. Children, who were more accepting, confused her, as they did things she did not. Ally never saw the points of dolls, preferring magic lessons with her father and more sensible talk. But she confused him, for she did not see magic as a weapon, but as a toy that should be respected. Her mother understood her more, but not her more human tendencies.
But when she was eleven, she grew impatient.
She wanted to find a place in between, a place where she could belong.
Leaving one night, escaping from the taunts and od stares, she began a journey to....somehwere.
And, unfortunately was captured.
Thus began seven years of slavery, bearing the brunt of the whip, carrying the heavy load. Walking until her hooves bled from stones lodges with, working until grime coated her so heavily nothing was recognizable beneath layers of dirt and mud. Her mind and heart forgot of her original quest to find a place to belong, being replaced by more negative concepts of hatred and revenge....
Personal Element: If you haven't guessed Fire by now...O.o
Pets: Isn't she one?
Fighting Style: She fights in her equine form, pretty much hurling herself at them enemy....
Weapon(s) of Choice: Hooves are very dangerous, and horses do have alot of strength....
