tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56567559781851130202024-03-19T04:12:29.063-07:00Character BlogEllynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-49545478751762939932011-06-27T09:38:00.000-07:002011-06-27T10:03:41.005-07:00New Hanna<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCTTItVJe1MnXorrZcl3M3PwlS1IhHwnGB7luMu_kbThKgpNS3LtBhGHN-TN8hFG-oSu1u0GI6ozilzxWotDPhMJKQmaqDaITjLw6L9JFKDqr6JTTsjiAy9BiDmNSV2yeNrMKeMaQbgrD/s1600/Hanna2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCTTItVJe1MnXorrZcl3M3PwlS1IhHwnGB7luMu_kbThKgpNS3LtBhGHN-TN8hFG-oSu1u0GI6ozilzxWotDPhMJKQmaqDaITjLw6L9JFKDqr6JTTsjiAy9BiDmNSV2yeNrMKeMaQbgrD/s400/Hanna2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622946285662366722" border="0" /></a>Name - Hanna<br />Gender - Female<br />Age - 17<br />Sexuality - Straight<br />Species - Human<br /><br />Eye Color - Blind (sort of a gray/blue)<br />Height - 4' 11"<br />Body Build - Petite<br />Hair Color/Length/Style - Black hair, braid, reaches her mid back<br /><br />Personality - Hanna has grown up as a slave. She is almost always obedient but is often found defending other slaves and trying to keep them out of trouble.<br /><br />Bio - Born under a rich family, the aristocrats couldn't bear to have a blind child, so they sold her to another family to raised a slave in another city, far from their own. She worked under this family, silently obeying every command and doing all she was told, until she chose to obey the wrong command:<br /><br />Bare feet; That is what Andrew Deloncray saw peeking out from under his curtains. They were small, delicate, and unmoving. The curtains just barely moved as hot breath met the cloth. He simply shook his head. She was not a clever girl. She had no idea how to hide. He stalked her slowly, smiling knowingly as soon as he figured out the owner of the tiny, shivering feet. He grasped the curtains and yanked them open, hearing the small gasp and watching the girl cower away from him.<br />“On your knees, Hanna.” He commanded her swiftly, watching as her knees folded under her.<br />“Forgive me, Master.”<br />“Shall you tell me why you hid yourself between my curtains?”<br />“I was frightened, Master.”<br />“Hmm…”<br />He reached for her hair, stroking at first and then yanking her head back fiercely growling.<br />“What then, were you doing in my bedchambers?”<br />Hanna shook violently, her blind eyes gazing into nothingness. She was more afraid and timid than any of the other slaves. Still she would not answer him. Andrew smiled. She was so frail, so easily breakable.<br />“You should not lie to me, Hanna. If you do not speak then you may as well be lying.”<br />She trembled, nearly in tears.<br />“I..I only wanted to see you, Master.”<br />Andrew grinned, but only for a moment. His smile disappeared as he saw the glint of metal in her hand. He reached down and yanked her up by her arm, exposing the dagger.<br />“You would raise blade against me?!”<br />He picked her up off her feet and she screamed, crying out as quickly as she could.<br />“No, Master! Please!”<br />He growled at her.<br />“Why would you have a dagger?”<br />“I- I- I don’t know, Master, please don’t kill me!”<br />He growled louder this time, causing several slaves and the Mistress Christine to run to the chambers just in time to see Andrew throw his son’s slave across the room.<br />“Bring Charles to the main hall!”<br />He shouted to the slaves, causing them to scatter.<br /><br />Once in the main hall Hanna was thrown at Charles’ feet. He glared down at her.<br />“Forgive me, I failed Master.”<br />Her whisper, though soft, was heard by all and all eyes immediately went to Charles, whose expression had gone from angry, to horrified, to guilty, guilty, guilty.<br />Hands grasped Hanna and pulled her away, but not before she heard Andrew disown his son.<br /><br />“Master?”<br />Andrew looked down at his feet where Hanna had been kneeling for the past hour. His son had fled his Manor without a word that night. Andrew had allowed no one else into the slave quarters that night as he’d whipped Hanna. It was the first time she’d ever been whipped in her life and he’d shown her no mercy, never resting his arm until she’d received her twenty lashes.<br />“What is it?”<br />She trembled, tears rolling down her face.<br />“I am truly sorry…”<br />He nodded curtly.<br />“I forgive you.”<br />“You…forgive me?”<br />He nodded once more, often forgetting that she couldn’t see him. Another man walked into the hall and, with a nod from Andrew, placed a stack of bills on the table beside him and locked a chain around Hanna’s neck.<br />“You understand, Hanna, I can no longer trust your presence in my home, yes?”<br />“Please, Master, I would never hurt you!”<br />“But you would have, little Hanna, because it was the wish of your Master. It still is his wish and I cannot have you waiting here to fulfill it. So I’m selling you. You will obey the free as your training demands…won’t you?”<br />“Yes, Master.”<br />One more nod, and the slaver pulled the chain, Hanna stood and followed.Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-56870780372028201252011-06-26T16:12:00.000-07:002011-06-29T12:09:01.549-07:00Mena (yes i know it sounds like Maera, no it was not intentional)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyF_-Wx0ALnqyzv5hh1_mBxzXuoBdupwv1CfMp_fq7ofyomdalQxBbcDBlqbGjwhxeGjGw98VYkBLUhPlYZI7AhAgatnZ1xbdyEnZfZkCLhw5Ht3gd_EXqoFJ5yo_MxpWrY8mz45wQVvv/s1600/youngling.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyF_-Wx0ALnqyzv5hh1_mBxzXuoBdupwv1CfMp_fq7ofyomdalQxBbcDBlqbGjwhxeGjGw98VYkBLUhPlYZI7AhAgatnZ1xbdyEnZfZkCLhw5Ht3gd_EXqoFJ5yo_MxpWrY8mz45wQVvv/s400/youngling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623720751768780594" border="0" /></a>Name: Mena Kymeri<br /><br />Age: 8<br /><br />Eye Color: Green<br /><br />Hair Color: Red<br /><br />Skin Color: Caucasian<br /><br />Height: 3’ 11”<br /><br />Weight: 60 lbs<br /><br />Race: Human<br /><br />Home Planet: Naboo and Tatooine<br /><br />Class: Civilian/ Youngling<br /><br />Equipment: Blaster (won it in a card game after she ran away, hasn't really mastered the thing)<br /><br />Faction(s): N/A<br /><br />Bio: Mena lived on Naboo with her Mother and Father only until she was two years old. That year, her Father was murdered, for what, and by whom, Mena would never know. Her Mother, Sharti, sold her into slavery on Tatooine in order to pay off debts that her Father left behind. It is there that she worked under a smuggler. Her abilities to read people’s true feelings made it impossible to lie to her. The smuggler used her often when gambling or making trades. Several made offers to buy her away but he saw her as a very valuable investment. When she was 8 she ran away…<br /><br />(I plan for her to be discovered by a jedi but I haven’t quite written it out yet)Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-49563795461848057882011-06-26T16:07:00.001-07:002011-06-26T16:20:11.731-07:00Maera<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BlQI0uutNsPS3ML8-gMRtuJJFmG_XoNI0H7R1tIQntTr8QEab1fsPcW7HvaOYcbZNL2AnF2AACS2RWd1sWDRrxZsMNX2FIY84Qy86MHyQ5rkSvX3smw1vpAxypNkGozd-TRKKN_X4VqT/s1600/8180713.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BlQI0uutNsPS3ML8-gMRtuJJFmG_XoNI0H7R1tIQntTr8QEab1fsPcW7HvaOYcbZNL2AnF2AACS2RWd1sWDRrxZsMNX2FIY84Qy86MHyQ5rkSvX3smw1vpAxypNkGozd-TRKKN_X4VqT/s400/8180713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622672011305210338" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Gender- Female</span>
<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Age -16</span>
<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Sexuality -straight</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Species -human</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
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<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Eye Color - Hazel</span>
<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Height -5’ 4”</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Body Build – curvy, a little muscle</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>
<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Hair Color/Length/Style –Black hair, shoulder length, wavy left loose or pinned back in combs.</span>
<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Personality- Submissive…to a point. Tends to play games that involve pushing to see just how much she can get away with. Is often playful but knows when to back off before she gets a beating. </span>Likes pleasuring her Master and loves making other slaves uncomfortable with her antics. ((although I keep it…PG-13, get to a point and time cut!))
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<br /><span class="apple-style-span">Bio- Unlike many who were taken into slavery, Maera had willingly walked into the hands of the slaver nearly ten years ago. At the time she was cold, homeless, and starving. Her first Master had brought her up until she turned 9. She ws fed well sometimes, and starved others. All for discipline, to teach her that it was her Master she depended on. But she had a will of her own as well. Once she was sold she encountered many Masters that couldn’t be bothered with her playful and sometimes trying nature, so she would be sold again once more. Her last Master kept her for 2 years before deciding she was becoming too complacent in his home. To cure her of this he gave her a good week with nothing but water. (to get her thin, he said) and then told her she was to be sent to the market and to try not to get in any trouble. She’d only smiled, though heartbroken and replied that she would try.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
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<br />Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-87899285046446410732011-01-24T21:11:00.000-08:002011-01-24T21:12:37.800-08:00Rain's Father(in her head)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzOBLT77s8lySY_NF5-tSqK0qASx4C0SmSZybAMPlXNg83gwhr6fh-uniV_SE1bLu-y8QDA-w_AFCU1_8MqZ_l2x3_jJDrOFwRDwsQ8vkoih7Wx5trrJ8_to-8ManDW8O8Tnjqv43rFu4/s1600/Rains+imagined+father.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzOBLT77s8lySY_NF5-tSqK0qASx4C0SmSZybAMPlXNg83gwhr6fh-uniV_SE1bLu-y8QDA-w_AFCU1_8MqZ_l2x3_jJDrOFwRDwsQ8vkoih7Wx5trrJ8_to-8ManDW8O8Tnjqv43rFu4/s400/Rains+imagined+father.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565986971264998850" /></a>Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-81378828752875034692011-01-23T12:52:00.001-08:002011-01-24T23:13:59.347-08:00Profile pics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiP7m72GXx5tNoDRLvFutNGRkeQEQCs3U5mAIzyAU3I_koU0RfxBQISyYUz4JMLRB3LEYNtfvklVGZLFDzFYHVGxxpCFX0doN84fQxSeymGQ3vDk0BHgAJBwDQLHCrqpjBRYZoskGO_dc4/s1600/Nayla2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMvJ_bipLaIFgjs-gI7e7WyMky_KhsCPcHstSpV41O3pYfamlwWlPlWHCvSxudMgc1CN2DJNHLePP32CflBmPCBk100i2yMtkmljHUtsWiT-KFGDA680gpUcFNptLeqylaYkSAtcaM87wF/s400/Nayla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563734134711488850" /></a>Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-11102497696252727222011-01-08T15:15:00.001-08:002011-01-08T15:15:53.014-08:00Rain's Journal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVK4X2PilWn3X8yu-E3rCvB09ohVciWdS4is68ksf-zd5Nq5yUHXD_duzhPXeIYwIoHu_YBftQTEt1zxlwyPscHx1tdTP2uAHuqj3NvhcfmKSqTp6IoQjtdI6Wsrs4dq_qRA6_XMMXzo-F/s1600/RAINJournal1.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVK4X2PilWn3X8yu-E3rCvB09ohVciWdS4is68ksf-zd5Nq5yUHXD_duzhPXeIYwIoHu_YBftQTEt1zxlwyPscHx1tdTP2uAHuqj3NvhcfmKSqTp6IoQjtdI6Wsrs4dq_qRA6_XMMXzo-F/s320/RAINJournal1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559957764206926882" /></a>Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-43780446999065649192010-12-21T17:22:00.001-08:002010-12-21T17:24:31.474-08:00Lydia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlYah7UshALfOeuOQiafGT4-T0T3_3WMlxI_ikT9jgCwy0CUMHRy71knb3NhDpgCAjuXRMpsw7Rnzq2LFndgX_H2DTI1MC_6rvO3UJviF4pswEeAcnJSp7Tla4ViFc1I131BFcRzMCqAC/s1600/hellfire+tat.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlYah7UshALfOeuOQiafGT4-T0T3_3WMlxI_ikT9jgCwy0CUMHRy71knb3NhDpgCAjuXRMpsw7Rnzq2LFndgX_H2DTI1MC_6rvO3UJviF4pswEeAcnJSp7Tla4ViFc1I131BFcRzMCqAC/s320/hellfire+tat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553311293129001362" border="0" /></a>Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-58360606695191364752010-10-27T21:23:00.001-07:002010-10-27T21:34:25.426-07:00Leah<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhG6sNaEogpP3jincnv4Puf9tG11x0fTVvrgak16-MZdwg9FIsgcBWMb8otyVs9mRcBEdPF5DqRc7CbbsNH5q3lnf3kXYBXL6dTvfe7x9R-02gJuIMYqV6jJX4iVR3K1jQdc7F_2pDNkwe/s1600/Leah.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532950643267864802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhG6sNaEogpP3jincnv4Puf9tG11x0fTVvrgak16-MZdwg9FIsgcBWMb8otyVs9mRcBEdPF5DqRc7CbbsNH5q3lnf3kXYBXL6dTvfe7x9R-02gJuIMYqV6jJX4iVR3K1jQdc7F_2pDNkwe/s320/Leah.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Name: Leah (she has a middle and last name but no one knows what it is)<br />Age: 19<br />Gender: female<br />Species: Elf<br />Height: 5' 9"<br />Weight: thin (no telling exactly)<br />Eye Color: Pine green<br />Hair Color: Corn Husk Yellow<br />Distinguishing Marks: Scar across the back of her neck, not many see it.<br /><br />Place of Origin: Foraois Bán (The white forest)<br />Birth Parents: uncertain<br />Raised by: the Tree Nymphs or the Dryads of foraois bán<br />Mate: None (although there is this one guy...jk jk)<br />Sexual Preference: straight<br /><br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Friends/Allies: The villagers of Lillandril<br />Enemies: Most Barbarians and vikings<br /><br />Family (adopted by the dryads)<br />Mother: Saileach<br />Father: Cosnóidh sé<br />Sister: Kaede<br /><br />Personality/Disposition: Is usually kind to spirits such as fae, nymphs, etc. but is very weary and suspicious of Vikings and barbarians of any sort.<br />Phobias and/or Fears: being trapped, being defenseless, being lonely<br />Likes/Obsessions: nature, climbing trees, being among friends, swimming, writes in a journal of all her experiences (has a slight obsession of tearing down and keeping her own wanted posters, afraid someone will find them))<br />Dislikes/Peeves: barbarians, vikings, nosy people, people who talk too much<br /><br />When Leah was born, her Mother died. The willow dryad, Saileach, who'd helped deliver her, took her home to her husband. They raised her as their own and gave her much love. She grew up in the ways of the dryads and the nyads (who often allowed her to visit).But Saileach wanted her to learn of her own elven culture as well. So when Leah turned 12, her dryad Mother allowed her to start exploring other villages. For 5 years she explored and learned of her elven history without incident. But when she was 18 she came across a Barbarian hall. Unaware of the nature of such creatures, she entered the hall without a second thought just as she had done in all the other places she'd explored. She was not wearing the clothes of a free woman according to their tradition. She had no idea what she was getting into when the large man told her to come closer. But when he pulled a chain around her neck she realized very quickly. She fought long and hard but in the end, she was taken. She was a very...reluctant slave to say the least. She suffered many beatings and lashes at the expense of her stubbornness. Only a few months after she was captured, one of the barbarians took her to clean his bed chambers in the middle of the night. Well of course she saw where this was going, so she quickly swiped a sharp knife from the kitchen on her way. She let him get her into the bed and waited until he was climbing on top of her to stab him in the chest. She stabbed him again and again until she was sure he was dead. She looked out of the bed chambers, knowing there was blood all over her and took the barbarian's sword from the room before catching the barbs in the hall by surprise, killing them all in their sleep. It may have been unnecessary but at the time, fear drove her to kill every last one. She ran for her life, back to Foraois Bán to her family who welcomed her back with open arms. They had factions of dryads all over looking for her and as her Mother went to call out the news that she was home, her Father called on an elven friend who not only taught her to fight, but gave her 2 swords. Today, these swords are her most prized possessions (aside from the journal).<br /><br />Unfortunately this was not the end. For it would have been a happy one. When the new Barbarians found their friends dead, they set out to find her. She has since been hunted down by many bounty hunters, barbarians, vikings, and just random wannabes looking for reward. She has, on several occasions, been captured but always manages to escape. And because nearly everyone who sets out to find her ultimately dies, she is called the ghost among her enemies. She came across the Lillandril village one day, bloodied just after making an escape from a viking ship. Still, despite all the signs that she was dangerous, they helped her, for that she is eternally grateful to them. They do not know her story and will only know it if they gain her trust...</span></div></div>Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-3383710484814664102010-10-14T09:09:00.002-07:002010-10-14T14:33:51.908-07:00Character 3: Hana<div>Hana is a blood slave or blood doll as some call it. From her birth as a damphyr, when her vampire Mother learned she was irreversibly blind, she decided her daughter would serve as a slave in the family home. She was cast out from this home just before turning 14 for unexplained reasons and now serves under a Master living in the Amarande home.</div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjc7IQFxoCHVKgaYGrhAk7zQ-O-2qfnrk6XzVSFB9YPanconvmteTYadIscf04mJ2z8yU9V2vKnRMMs0holUWEl-k7lmBYSXqMS58wmoP_jq8pJBe7wd9jkQJ9tPOkolimiR93wXDY3Y1P/s320/Hana.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 264px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527935233417581794" />Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656755978185113020.post-77180710937445371442010-10-14T09:09:00.001-07:002010-12-01T18:00:46.063-08:00Character 2: NaylaKept as a pirate's slave as a child and escaped to a tavern ((Tavern in the Mist)) Where she met Mist Bane and Arazel ((mother and son)). They took her in and showed her how to be a child and how to be happy. She is older now and a member of the Wallace Clan in the Barbarian Hall ((Barbarian Hall Roleplay)) where she is a dancer under the Prima Chrissy.Ellynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00478517348609559122noreply@blogger.com0