Post by Mariel on Dec 29, 2003 6:17:41 GMT -5
Name: Mariel Holistacia, S'tay sa Folstacia
Alias: Mariel the Mad, Bloody Mary, Mercy
Age: 128. Looks roughly eighteen by human standards
and is mortal
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Single and looking, but not very hopeful
Race: Elf
Class: Swordfighter
Pirate, at the moment
Eyes: Grey blue and slightly too large, devoid of any emotion or expression save insanity.
Hair: A flood of gold that reach to her ankles when she does not have it tied up to fight, slightly wavy and as bright as the sun on a clear morning.
Facial features: A "heart-shaped" face with a slightly turned up nose, uncommon amoungst elves. Pale scars crisscross and cover the features, standing out against her sun-tanned skin and mangling what little beauty she ever possessed. Mouth is twisted into a perpetual smirk that often gives way to a grin that would send any sane being into shivers, revealing two rows of white teeth filed sharp like the fangs of an animal and breath that reeks of blood and fresh meat.
Height and build: About 5'8" and extremely muscular and tough. Think seventy-some years of working out, practicing, fighting, and adventuring and you'll get the picture. Body is as scar covered as face, very agile with tough feet from traveling across the world bare-foot and calused hands from years of swordplay.
Style: Traditional swashbuckler. Loose silky brown pants, white blouse with bell sleeves, occasionally leather boots and a cloak for warmth. Carries swords proudly, carries daggers secretly.
Weapons: Two shortswords straped in an 'X' across her back, one longsword at her left hip, a dagger in a hidden sheath up each sleeve and one in each boot (when she wears boots)
History: You would have to ask her yourself, though prepare to be mauled/eaten/beat to death if you go about it wrong.
Personality: How can the many shades and intricacies of a person's personality be described in a single paragraph? Answer: They can't.
Useless facts: Can't use magic, is immune to some magic. Is Morded's sister and the only one who can understand her.
Name: Morded
Alias: None
Age: 128, is in the prime of life despite the fact she should be dead of old age.
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Marriage is a stupid humanoid idea
Race: Krenshar
Class: Killer
Pirate, although she doesn't much care
Eyes: Gold-flecked emerald green with almost no whites and slitted pupils.
Hair: Dusty, tauny grey-brown mottled with darker splotches for camoflauge. Mostly short and very soft, almost velvety, especially around her paws, except for a great tuft of fur at the end of her long tail and a ridge of coarse hair along her back, concentrated into a small mane at the back of her neck.
Facial features: Hideous and terrifying, as if carved from a nightmare. Fierce, narrow shape to the face, furrowed with scars her fur barely hides. Ears are large and sharply pointed, coming more off the sides of the skull rather than the top like most felines. Nose about the same tan color as the rest of her. Giant mouth, big enough to bite the head clean off a man's body, and filled with dagger-sized teeth. Skin of the face often moves in stange ways, as if there were bugs just under the surface pulling it this way and that.
Height and build: About as tall as a medium-size horse when she stands straight and of muscular build. Can run almost as fast as a cheetah, even with heavy loads.
Style: The dignity, pride, and killer instinct of all cats great and small.
Weapons: Four paws the size of dinnerplates, twenty razor-sharp claws, and a mouth full of rather impressive teeth. What more does one need?
History: Same answer as Mariel
Personality: Same answer as Mariel
Useless facts: Is Mariel's sister. Understands most humanoid speech but only speaks to Mariel.
Please note:
For all OOC purposes, Morded can be considered Mariel's "pet", but they will never have any relationship save sisterhood. Mariel does not own Morded.
For all you poor people unfortunate enough not to know what a krenshar is, do the following. Picture a lion. Lose the mane, give it the facial features and coloring described above and increase the hearing and smelling abilities to that of a wolf. Krenshars have two main abilities besides the strength to tear a man to bits. One is a scream so horrible it cannot be described, but is slightly reminiscent of a choir of pissed-off banshees, except worse. The other is an amazing flexibility of the skin about the krenshar's face and neck. At will, the krenshar can pull the skin away from the bone's of its face to the edge of its ears and neck, revealing the muscles and skull structure of the head surrounding the burning, unblinking eyes of the giant feline. This process is gruesome and frightening to watch and, coupled with the krenshar's scream, can send even the bravest men running in terror.
For everyone in possesion of a Monster Manual for Dungeons and Dragons, please note that Morded differs from normal krenshar's in that she is bigger, nastier, and lives longer. It's a long story.
Alias: Mariel the Mad, Bloody Mary, Mercy
Age: 128. Looks roughly eighteen by human standards
and is mortal
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Single and looking, but not very hopeful
Race: Elf
Class: Swordfighter
Pirate, at the moment
Eyes: Grey blue and slightly too large, devoid of any emotion or expression save insanity.
Hair: A flood of gold that reach to her ankles when she does not have it tied up to fight, slightly wavy and as bright as the sun on a clear morning.
Facial features: A "heart-shaped" face with a slightly turned up nose, uncommon amoungst elves. Pale scars crisscross and cover the features, standing out against her sun-tanned skin and mangling what little beauty she ever possessed. Mouth is twisted into a perpetual smirk that often gives way to a grin that would send any sane being into shivers, revealing two rows of white teeth filed sharp like the fangs of an animal and breath that reeks of blood and fresh meat.
Height and build: About 5'8" and extremely muscular and tough. Think seventy-some years of working out, practicing, fighting, and adventuring and you'll get the picture. Body is as scar covered as face, very agile with tough feet from traveling across the world bare-foot and calused hands from years of swordplay.
Style: Traditional swashbuckler. Loose silky brown pants, white blouse with bell sleeves, occasionally leather boots and a cloak for warmth. Carries swords proudly, carries daggers secretly.
Weapons: Two shortswords straped in an 'X' across her back, one longsword at her left hip, a dagger in a hidden sheath up each sleeve and one in each boot (when she wears boots)
History: You would have to ask her yourself, though prepare to be mauled/eaten/beat to death if you go about it wrong.
Personality: How can the many shades and intricacies of a person's personality be described in a single paragraph? Answer: They can't.
Useless facts: Can't use magic, is immune to some magic. Is Morded's sister and the only one who can understand her.
Name: Morded
Alias: None
Age: 128, is in the prime of life despite the fact she should be dead of old age.
Gender: Female
Marital Status: Marriage is a stupid humanoid idea
Race: Krenshar
Class: Killer
Pirate, although she doesn't much care
Eyes: Gold-flecked emerald green with almost no whites and slitted pupils.
Hair: Dusty, tauny grey-brown mottled with darker splotches for camoflauge. Mostly short and very soft, almost velvety, especially around her paws, except for a great tuft of fur at the end of her long tail and a ridge of coarse hair along her back, concentrated into a small mane at the back of her neck.
Facial features: Hideous and terrifying, as if carved from a nightmare. Fierce, narrow shape to the face, furrowed with scars her fur barely hides. Ears are large and sharply pointed, coming more off the sides of the skull rather than the top like most felines. Nose about the same tan color as the rest of her. Giant mouth, big enough to bite the head clean off a man's body, and filled with dagger-sized teeth. Skin of the face often moves in stange ways, as if there were bugs just under the surface pulling it this way and that.
Height and build: About as tall as a medium-size horse when she stands straight and of muscular build. Can run almost as fast as a cheetah, even with heavy loads.
Style: The dignity, pride, and killer instinct of all cats great and small.
Weapons: Four paws the size of dinnerplates, twenty razor-sharp claws, and a mouth full of rather impressive teeth. What more does one need?
History: Same answer as Mariel
Personality: Same answer as Mariel
Useless facts: Is Mariel's sister. Understands most humanoid speech but only speaks to Mariel.
Please note:
For all OOC purposes, Morded can be considered Mariel's "pet", but they will never have any relationship save sisterhood. Mariel does not own Morded.
For all you poor people unfortunate enough not to know what a krenshar is, do the following. Picture a lion. Lose the mane, give it the facial features and coloring described above and increase the hearing and smelling abilities to that of a wolf. Krenshars have two main abilities besides the strength to tear a man to bits. One is a scream so horrible it cannot be described, but is slightly reminiscent of a choir of pissed-off banshees, except worse. The other is an amazing flexibility of the skin about the krenshar's face and neck. At will, the krenshar can pull the skin away from the bone's of its face to the edge of its ears and neck, revealing the muscles and skull structure of the head surrounding the burning, unblinking eyes of the giant feline. This process is gruesome and frightening to watch and, coupled with the krenshar's scream, can send even the bravest men running in terror.
For everyone in possesion of a Monster Manual for Dungeons and Dragons, please note that Morded differs from normal krenshar's in that she is bigger, nastier, and lives longer. It's a long story.
