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| A character intro.; Nefarlaé the blood elf. | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 18 2010, 12:39 PM (108 Views) | |
| Nyx | Feb 18 2010, 12:39 PM Post #1 |
 
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So as some of you may know, I play World of Warcraft which gave me major inspiration for this character. In the actual game itself Nefarlaé is a level 80 blood elf death knight but in this particular piece of writing she is a mage hunter. She can enchant things and produce sorceries while using traditional methods of hunting with a bow and arrow with small curses as well. This is just a random piece of writing I designed a few months ago out of sheer boredom. I haven't roleplayed with any of you so none of you know my writing style or what sort of things I am into when it comes to roleplaying etc... So, enjoy my piece of writing and feel free to post your own characters if you'd like. I am up for suggestions and please tell me if there are typos. Oh and if you are curious as to how you make the é it's ALT 0233 on your keypad. 
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| Nyx | Feb 18 2010, 12:39 PM Post #2 |
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Gentle hands gripped against luminous orb, while soft chantings gained confidence in the air. A womans voice carried through the dark, shadow encrypted forest. An immense variety of trees danced and whispered, towering over the blanket of leaves below them. Small animals hid in fear amongst the darkness of the night, while the moon lifted the spirits with its beauty and innocence. Within seconds, a series of runes embodied and danced around her waistline, enchanting her with powerful spells that increased the various abilities that she bestowed. Grabbing a custom crafted arrow--scribed on it was an ancient language that was glowing a crisp blue against the cold air-- and mounting it into place against a bow, Nefarlaé assumed the position to take her shot. A mature buck gracefully nibbled against the cracking moss covered flesh of an elder tree, adjacent to a brown brush. In the distance, stood a mother with its offspring, enjoying their dinner simultaneously. Silver eyes changed focus from the doe and her clumsy newborn to the strong willed buck. Oblivious to his fate, he pulled a chunk of the dark, thin and fragile bark, pulling it into his mouth. His jaw line flexed and contracted in an inward circular motion as his teeth broke apart the strands of wood. He was fixed with ten cream-white horns, sprouting from two bigger horns, aligned symmetrically on his head. Prancing about every couple seconds, the deer made it obvious that he was starting to feel the wrath of the cold air nipping at his thin coat of fur. An ear twitched as he acquired the nearby sounds, some of which originated at the hunter who now was ready to make the kill. Nefarlaé inhaled, removing any thought or distraction from her focus. Every instance around her was now confined in nothingness. Pure silence and concentration sufficed as an aura. Pulling her plate covered arm back, she tightened her grip on the arrow. Her thumb was level with her jaw and ear. She took one final breath, feeling the release of the adrenaline once again. In that moment, her last breath froze in the air, rising up towards the moon, instantly fading into the mix of gaseous matter in the sky. Her fist shot back as her fingers tensed and released, now empty. A whirling noise shot past her face and the sound of stabbing shot through the air. A distraught moan of fear, confusion and unfair defeat escaped from the buck. He cried out to his family, realizing that this was the end. Falling to the ground, eyes wide open, heart slowing down, the animal quieted, eventually making peace with the earth. The mother and her fawn fled from the clearing. If they could not spare his life, they'd manage to keep their own. Confidence spoke across her smile as she swiftly walked to her capture. Nefarlaé had a small yet intimidating frame. She was beautiful and seductive all in the same instance. Long brown hair wrapped around her face. Pale ivory skin masked her face, and her long pointed ears poked through the locks of hair. Silver-green eyes lit up with joy as she praised her sheer skill for hunting. A necklace of a birds claw, held an orb that matched the orb she used previously. The ornament rested neatly between her succulent breasts. The material of her green and gold attire fit tightly against her body, exposing every curve and crevice that she earned as a full-grown woman. Though she was centuries old, she took on the appearance of a young adult, perhaps the age of 21 or so. Various types of jewelry and tattoos were marked against her face and arms. Along her back rested her casing for arrows, the strap wrapping around her shoulder to her hip. The bow locked into place in front, fitting perfectly making it easy to carry. On her waist was a belt affixed with various pouches most likely containing small trinkets, coins and enchanting goods. Her upper body was clothed with a corset as well as a cloak that covered her back and butt area. Leather pants fit perfectly against her strong lengthy legs, but were covered by large brown boots, aged from use and deterioration. Pulling a knife from the inside, she began pulling apart the hide of the deer. Soon she would need to fully tear apart every part of her kill to make for clothing, tools and most importantly, food. A fire would be required as well as a sleeping area. What would she encounter next? Edited by Nyx, Feb 18 2010, 12:43 PM.
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| Chaz Natlo | Apr 27 2010, 01:11 PM Post #3 |
Something witty...
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Nyx, let me know if you want this unlocked, currently it seems to be a be a bot lure. |
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