Post by Kylara on Apr 12, 2008 1:11:50 GMT -5
Name: Kylara Iraleen Shayanri
Nickname: Ky, Kylie
Gender: Female
Age: She looks about 19.. her real age doesn't matter.
Height: On the petite side.
Weight: Slender, but not skinny.
Hair: Kylara's hair is about mid-back length, usually half up in some style with her favorite blue ribbons. A lovely golden-wheat color, it is precisely the same color as her eyes, and the silky length frames her face beautifully.
Eyes: A liquid light gold, her eyes are captivating to those that look into them too deeply. All of her emotions are expressed through her eyes, though no matter what emotion is in them, the big eyes framed by thick lashes give her an air of innocence.
Clothes: Ky's favorite colors are white, gold, and blue, and it comes out in her clothing selections. She favors soft, flowing gowns that give her freedom of movement as well as an air of grace and mystery. She dislikes velvet and lace, preferring instead soft wools, cool silks, and smooth satin. Although she adores pretty dresses, Ky is known to don a pair of (albeit stylish) breeches, blouse, and boots when practicality is needed.
Personality: Kylara is not a fighter. That isn't to say she won't defend herself or those who need it, but she just won't go out of her way to find trouble. She is not a push-over by any means, but she always has a soft word and a smile for anyone who needs it. Or, for that matter, anyone at all. She is generally quiet and soft-spoken, rarely openly argumentative, and prefers to be the peacemaker rather than taking sides. She enjoys the company of children and animals to the company of adults, but never objects to spending time with a friend.
Ky tends to keep to herself, reading a book or taking a walk or ride alone, but welcomes anyone without regret or hesitation. Others come to her for advice, and she is free with gentle words of wisdom. Kylara is a strong advocate of the truth, and speaks it often as possible, although with tact. She draws often, and writes on occasion. She has a beautiful singing voice, but will not sing in the presence of others.
She is a little shy, and hesitant about relationships. She is convinced that no man could ever find her attractive enough to want to have one with her. She looks at the inside of people first, and judges by that. Outside appearances certainly have appeal to her, but is not what she bases her friendships on. Ky makes friends easily, and keeps them. She is a quiet but strong voice of good influence to those who know her, and very sweet in general.
She is very skilled with herbs and remedies, and supplements her work on injuries with her own special healing magic. She has a natural urge to heal and protect those who need it, and will behave like a mother wolf whose cubs are in danger if those in her care are threatened.
Which is not to say that she is perfect. Far from it. Her feelings are easily injured, and while she forgives easily, she remembers everything. She is a hopeless romantic, and sometimes her thoughts of what should be and might be veil her look at what actually is. Occasionally she can be very moody and withdraw into herself for days. On the whole, though, she is a lovely person to know.
Relationships: Kylara lives with her only surviving parent, her father. She is a daddy's girl, so to speak, and they have a very close bond. He would do anything to protect her.
History: Kylara's mother died of a wasting disease when she was very young.. about 6 years old in human approximation. Her father, not willing to forsake the memory of his beloved wife, never remarried. Oralein was a warrior, however, and could not bear the thought of staying in a house raising a child for the rest of his life. And yet, at the same time, he couldn't leave his precious daughter to be raised by others. Her father took her everywhere he traveled, and sheltered her from the violence that was his trade as best he could. All the love he had, he gave to her. He was her protector, her provider- all she had.
However, when Kylara was around 12 (all ages are in human approximation), even her father's best efforts at sheltering her failed. One day, Oralein left Kylara with an old elven Lady and set off with the rest of his company to fight a battle for the old Lord of the land. His neighbor, a rather wicked young Duke, was sacking his outlying villages and claiming the land for himself.
Tired of being constantly left behind, Ky decided to follow her father. Borrowing a horse, she galloped after the band of warriors. After about a half hour of hard riding, she heard a loud moan and reined in her horse, looking around for the source of the sound. There, on the ground, was the hideously mangled body of her father's best friend. Ky couldn't imagine what could turn a proud elf into a bloody shredded mass like this- and instantly vowed never to do the same to any creature, ever.
Dismounting, she knelt beside the young elf and placed a hand on his forehead. Although she only intended to comfort him, she found her other hand moving of its own accord onto the worst of his wounds, a huge gash slashed diagonally across his chest. Amazed that he still lived, she closed her eyes, and instinctively felt for the wounded man with her mind. She nearly recoiled when she found him- his soulsong was ragged and soured, nearly beyond repair. So- she fixed it. Slowly, she mended and knitted the impossibly intricate melodies and harmonies of his body, encouraging them to return to their original state.
It was horribly taxing, and she withdrew when she had done her best for him. Pausing just long enough to see fresh pink skin where wounds had been, and the the steady, peaceful rise and fall of the man's chest, she passed out.
Although she was severely punished for running away after them (although not as much as she might have been- after all, she had saved a life), that day was the turning point in her life, setting her values and powers into the path they took for the rest of her life.
Kylara's father is retired now, but still travels often, taking his daughter with him everywhere.
Race: Elf
Class: Earthbender
Weapons: She does not wield any weapons as such, but herbs that heal can also kill... and the creatures that she befriends will come to her rescue at the slightest threat.
Skills/Spells: Kylara is a very strong healer, combining natural herbs and cures with her considerable magic to speed along the process for an end result that is almost miraculous. However, she is rather frail, and it is very taxing, so cannot be done a lot in a short amount of time. Also, she has the Gift of Tongues from tasting dragon's blood, and can speak any language.
Nickname: Ky, Kylie
Gender: Female
Age: She looks about 19.. her real age doesn't matter.
Height: On the petite side.
Weight: Slender, but not skinny.
Hair: Kylara's hair is about mid-back length, usually half up in some style with her favorite blue ribbons. A lovely golden-wheat color, it is precisely the same color as her eyes, and the silky length frames her face beautifully.
Eyes: A liquid light gold, her eyes are captivating to those that look into them too deeply. All of her emotions are expressed through her eyes, though no matter what emotion is in them, the big eyes framed by thick lashes give her an air of innocence.
Clothes: Ky's favorite colors are white, gold, and blue, and it comes out in her clothing selections. She favors soft, flowing gowns that give her freedom of movement as well as an air of grace and mystery. She dislikes velvet and lace, preferring instead soft wools, cool silks, and smooth satin. Although she adores pretty dresses, Ky is known to don a pair of (albeit stylish) breeches, blouse, and boots when practicality is needed.
Personality: Kylara is not a fighter. That isn't to say she won't defend herself or those who need it, but she just won't go out of her way to find trouble. She is not a push-over by any means, but she always has a soft word and a smile for anyone who needs it. Or, for that matter, anyone at all. She is generally quiet and soft-spoken, rarely openly argumentative, and prefers to be the peacemaker rather than taking sides. She enjoys the company of children and animals to the company of adults, but never objects to spending time with a friend.
Ky tends to keep to herself, reading a book or taking a walk or ride alone, but welcomes anyone without regret or hesitation. Others come to her for advice, and she is free with gentle words of wisdom. Kylara is a strong advocate of the truth, and speaks it often as possible, although with tact. She draws often, and writes on occasion. She has a beautiful singing voice, but will not sing in the presence of others.
She is a little shy, and hesitant about relationships. She is convinced that no man could ever find her attractive enough to want to have one with her. She looks at the inside of people first, and judges by that. Outside appearances certainly have appeal to her, but is not what she bases her friendships on. Ky makes friends easily, and keeps them. She is a quiet but strong voice of good influence to those who know her, and very sweet in general.
She is very skilled with herbs and remedies, and supplements her work on injuries with her own special healing magic. She has a natural urge to heal and protect those who need it, and will behave like a mother wolf whose cubs are in danger if those in her care are threatened.
Which is not to say that she is perfect. Far from it. Her feelings are easily injured, and while she forgives easily, she remembers everything. She is a hopeless romantic, and sometimes her thoughts of what should be and might be veil her look at what actually is. Occasionally she can be very moody and withdraw into herself for days. On the whole, though, she is a lovely person to know.
Relationships: Kylara lives with her only surviving parent, her father. She is a daddy's girl, so to speak, and they have a very close bond. He would do anything to protect her.
History: Kylara's mother died of a wasting disease when she was very young.. about 6 years old in human approximation. Her father, not willing to forsake the memory of his beloved wife, never remarried. Oralein was a warrior, however, and could not bear the thought of staying in a house raising a child for the rest of his life. And yet, at the same time, he couldn't leave his precious daughter to be raised by others. Her father took her everywhere he traveled, and sheltered her from the violence that was his trade as best he could. All the love he had, he gave to her. He was her protector, her provider- all she had.
However, when Kylara was around 12 (all ages are in human approximation), even her father's best efforts at sheltering her failed. One day, Oralein left Kylara with an old elven Lady and set off with the rest of his company to fight a battle for the old Lord of the land. His neighbor, a rather wicked young Duke, was sacking his outlying villages and claiming the land for himself.
Tired of being constantly left behind, Ky decided to follow her father. Borrowing a horse, she galloped after the band of warriors. After about a half hour of hard riding, she heard a loud moan and reined in her horse, looking around for the source of the sound. There, on the ground, was the hideously mangled body of her father's best friend. Ky couldn't imagine what could turn a proud elf into a bloody shredded mass like this- and instantly vowed never to do the same to any creature, ever.
Dismounting, she knelt beside the young elf and placed a hand on his forehead. Although she only intended to comfort him, she found her other hand moving of its own accord onto the worst of his wounds, a huge gash slashed diagonally across his chest. Amazed that he still lived, she closed her eyes, and instinctively felt for the wounded man with her mind. She nearly recoiled when she found him- his soulsong was ragged and soured, nearly beyond repair. So- she fixed it. Slowly, she mended and knitted the impossibly intricate melodies and harmonies of his body, encouraging them to return to their original state.
It was horribly taxing, and she withdrew when she had done her best for him. Pausing just long enough to see fresh pink skin where wounds had been, and the the steady, peaceful rise and fall of the man's chest, she passed out.
Although she was severely punished for running away after them (although not as much as she might have been- after all, she had saved a life), that day was the turning point in her life, setting her values and powers into the path they took for the rest of her life.
Kylara's father is retired now, but still travels often, taking his daughter with him everywhere.
Race: Elf
Class: Earthbender
Weapons: She does not wield any weapons as such, but herbs that heal can also kill... and the creatures that she befriends will come to her rescue at the slightest threat.
Skills/Spells: Kylara is a very strong healer, combining natural herbs and cures with her considerable magic to speed along the process for an end result that is almost miraculous. However, she is rather frail, and it is very taxing, so cannot be done a lot in a short amount of time. Also, she has the Gift of Tongues from tasting dragon's blood, and can speak any language.