Post by Sefu on Jul 14, 2015 16:34:08 GMT 1
Character is played by: Mus/Musen
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Have them disappear
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Character's Name: Sefu
Previous Names: None
Preserver Name: Prettyeyes-Highthing
Gender: Male
Age: 112
Soul Name: None
Species: Pureblood
Origin: The Sand-dwellers
Role: Slave
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Siblings: None
Parents: Anit (Father, Deceased), Tzila (Mother, Deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognised: None
Children: None
Others: Navid (2nd owner, human, dead), Zayn (3rd owner, human, dead), Junayd (4th owner, human, alive)
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Magic:
- Elf-Sending (Weak)
- Rock-shaping (Weak)
- (Metal-shaping (Weak/average))
- (Gem-shaping (Weak))
Skills:
- Acrobatics (Average/Good)
- Basket weaving (Good)
- Climbing (Tree/Cliffs/Mountains/Other; average)
- Cooking (Poor/average)
- Crafting clothes (Good)
- Dancing (Good)
- Fighting (Unarmed; Good, With scimitar; Good)
- Grooming (Good)
- Human Language (Sand-dweller humans, good; others, poor)
- Hunting (Poor)
- Singing (Average/good)
- Stealth (Hiding/on the move; Average)
- Survival (Desert; Good)
- Swimming (Average)
Weapons/Tools:
- Needles and many a yard of thin thread for sewing.
Other Items:
- Plum coloured mineral powder in a small container.
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Personality: He is a fierce fighter if provoked. He has deep self-esteem issues, and tends to submit very easily, but if he feels cornered he might act violently. He has been trained to talk only if talked to, has been trained to only eat if told to, and only if being hand fed, and just about generally any action he would wish to take, he has been taught to ask permission for, or only do if told. He would always kneel or crawl unless told otherwise. He was very brave once, but obedience, and fear has been beaten into him.
Appearance: His skin is medium-dark, and he is around 5’1" high. He would normally be lean and well muscled but he is starved, and as such his malnourishment shows. He rarely really smiles or scowls, and it more often shows as a tuck to the corners of his mouth. He paints his eyelids with a dark plum coloured powder. His round eyes seem a bit empty, but also seem to be more expressive compared to the rest. He has smaller ears like the High-ones.
He has a good amount of scars: His whole body is strewn with whip marks, but they are most concentrated around his back. He has a long scar on his chest from his right shoulder almost to his left hip, one that runs across both thighs on the front, and on his left calf. He also has scars around his wrists and ankles left by manacles. His face remains untouched by scars.
Hair: A very light powdered blue, almost white but still clearly blue. Long messy bangs threaten to fall into his eyes, in the back it is long reaching his mid-back. Often tied into a low ponytail to get it out of the way. In the past he would often braid it.
Eyes: Dark greyish-blue with light gold flecks
Clothes: Lightweight human-made silks made into a pair of baggy pants, and a piece wrapped around his chest (think of it like a small toga), with an end coming from behind laying over his right shoulder. He wears small silk slippers.
Jewelry: A silver bangle on each wrist, a silver chain on each ankle a heavy silver band just 3 inches wide resting around his neck on his shoulders, a silver necklace surrounding his neck, a large silver hoop in each earlobe, and a headpiece rests on his forehead, barely visible under his bangs.
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Circadian rhythm: Crepuscular
Knowledge:
Humans: Has met lots of them, and would happily not mind ever meeting any again. Though a few were nice enough.
Magic gone bad: None.
Other elves: Never heard of them before being called by the beacon.
Preservers: Grew up with them.
Trolls: None.
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History: He was raised in a desert-dwelling elven community, and had by all means a rather quiet life, except for the occasional band of bandits. Sefu learned basket weaving, and clothes making, and as everyone else, how to fight. He was a good fighter for his young age, but had mostly proven himself in mock combat. After Sefu’s 19th rain a travelling group of human merchants stopped by the little elven village. The leader of the caravan had heard from the other caravan that usually traded with the elves, that this little village consisted of lithe, fierce, and utterly beautiful creatures, and had wanted to see them for himself. The human was so enthralled by the elves that he tried to convince some of them to travel back with him to join his harem of beautiful humans. When the elves just continued to refuse, and refuse, he got so angry that he just left with his caravan. The village chose to ignore what happened, and continued on with their own lives.
Two rains later the mad human trader came back with a group of slave traders, and a large amount of sellswords. They overwhelmed the elves and those that they didn’t kill, they captured. The trader left with some of the captured elves, the sellswords demanded some, and the slave traders had the rest to their business. Sefu was in the last group. They were taken to the slavers' stronghold in the city of Az Zaidr where they were trained, starved, abused, tortured, and had discipline and obedience beaten into them. Tzila died in captivity, and now Sefu was truly alone, since his father had been killed when they were first captured. Sefu’s first owner continued his abuse, but treated him slightly better than the traders, though he used the elf as a fighter in the arenas of Dourrah. Sefu had a short reprieve from abuse as his next two masters, who lived in the city of Shurnis, treated him well enough. The first of the two was an elderly human, Navid, who wished for a caretaker, and when he died Sefu was inherited by his youngest son, Zayn. But Sefu's reprieve was cut short as the son died, and Sefu was taken by his current master, the eldest son of Navid. Here the abuse was the worst he had to experience.
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If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Have them disappear
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Character's Name: Sefu
Previous Names: None
Preserver Name: Prettyeyes-Highthing
Gender: Male
Age: 112
Soul Name: None
Species: Pureblood
Origin: The Sand-dwellers
Role: Slave
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Siblings: None
Parents: Anit (Father, Deceased), Tzila (Mother, Deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognised: None
Children: None
Others: Navid (2nd owner, human, dead), Zayn (3rd owner, human, dead), Junayd (4th owner, human, alive)
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Magic:
- Elf-Sending (Weak)
- Rock-shaping (Weak)
- (Metal-shaping (Weak/average))
- (Gem-shaping (Weak))
Skills:
- Acrobatics (Average/Good)
- Basket weaving (Good)
- Climbing (Tree/Cliffs/Mountains/Other; average)
- Cooking (Poor/average)
- Crafting clothes (Good)
- Dancing (Good)
- Fighting (Unarmed; Good, With scimitar; Good)
- Grooming (Good)
- Human Language (Sand-dweller humans, good; others, poor)
- Hunting (Poor)
- Singing (Average/good)
- Stealth (Hiding/on the move; Average)
- Survival (Desert; Good)
- Swimming (Average)
Weapons/Tools:
- Needles and many a yard of thin thread for sewing.
Other Items:
- Plum coloured mineral powder in a small container.
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Personality: He is a fierce fighter if provoked. He has deep self-esteem issues, and tends to submit very easily, but if he feels cornered he might act violently. He has been trained to talk only if talked to, has been trained to only eat if told to, and only if being hand fed, and just about generally any action he would wish to take, he has been taught to ask permission for, or only do if told. He would always kneel or crawl unless told otherwise. He was very brave once, but obedience, and fear has been beaten into him.
Appearance: His skin is medium-dark, and he is around 5’1" high. He would normally be lean and well muscled but he is starved, and as such his malnourishment shows. He rarely really smiles or scowls, and it more often shows as a tuck to the corners of his mouth. He paints his eyelids with a dark plum coloured powder. His round eyes seem a bit empty, but also seem to be more expressive compared to the rest. He has smaller ears like the High-ones.
He has a good amount of scars: His whole body is strewn with whip marks, but they are most concentrated around his back. He has a long scar on his chest from his right shoulder almost to his left hip, one that runs across both thighs on the front, and on his left calf. He also has scars around his wrists and ankles left by manacles. His face remains untouched by scars.
Hair: A very light powdered blue, almost white but still clearly blue. Long messy bangs threaten to fall into his eyes, in the back it is long reaching his mid-back. Often tied into a low ponytail to get it out of the way. In the past he would often braid it.
Eyes: Dark greyish-blue with light gold flecks
Clothes: Lightweight human-made silks made into a pair of baggy pants, and a piece wrapped around his chest (think of it like a small toga), with an end coming from behind laying over his right shoulder. He wears small silk slippers.
Jewelry: A silver bangle on each wrist, a silver chain on each ankle a heavy silver band just 3 inches wide resting around his neck on his shoulders, a silver necklace surrounding his neck, a large silver hoop in each earlobe, and a headpiece rests on his forehead, barely visible under his bangs.
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Circadian rhythm: Crepuscular
Knowledge:
Humans: Has met lots of them, and would happily not mind ever meeting any again. Though a few were nice enough.
Magic gone bad: None.
Other elves: Never heard of them before being called by the beacon.
Preservers: Grew up with them.
Trolls: None.
*************
History: He was raised in a desert-dwelling elven community, and had by all means a rather quiet life, except for the occasional band of bandits. Sefu learned basket weaving, and clothes making, and as everyone else, how to fight. He was a good fighter for his young age, but had mostly proven himself in mock combat. After Sefu’s 19th rain a travelling group of human merchants stopped by the little elven village. The leader of the caravan had heard from the other caravan that usually traded with the elves, that this little village consisted of lithe, fierce, and utterly beautiful creatures, and had wanted to see them for himself. The human was so enthralled by the elves that he tried to convince some of them to travel back with him to join his harem of beautiful humans. When the elves just continued to refuse, and refuse, he got so angry that he just left with his caravan. The village chose to ignore what happened, and continued on with their own lives.
Two rains later the mad human trader came back with a group of slave traders, and a large amount of sellswords. They overwhelmed the elves and those that they didn’t kill, they captured. The trader left with some of the captured elves, the sellswords demanded some, and the slave traders had the rest to their business. Sefu was in the last group. They were taken to the slavers' stronghold in the city of Az Zaidr where they were trained, starved, abused, tortured, and had discipline and obedience beaten into them. Tzila died in captivity, and now Sefu was truly alone, since his father had been killed when they were first captured. Sefu’s first owner continued his abuse, but treated him slightly better than the traders, though he used the elf as a fighter in the arenas of Dourrah. Sefu had a short reprieve from abuse as his next two masters, who lived in the city of Shurnis, treated him well enough. The first of the two was an elderly human, Navid, who wished for a caretaker, and when he died Sefu was inherited by his youngest son, Zayn. But Sefu's reprieve was cut short as the son died, and Sefu was taken by his current master, the eldest son of Navid. Here the abuse was the worst he had to experience.
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