Post by silverelfmaiden on May 7, 2006 18:24:41 GMT -5
so, this is a fantasy RP... obviously, cuz thats basically all I ever RP about. So anyways... yea...
Name: Kenda
Gender: female
Race: Sea Elf
Age: 337 years
Height: 5'2"
Mother: Kiandra
Father:
Siblings: 12 half elves (mothers second marriage)
Powers: powers over all waters
Weapons: cutlass and crossbow
Animals: none
Appearance: Short and slender, with pale green/blue skin and darker green hair, intensely blue eyes. Hair held back with blue and gold band; ring with ruby on right hand, plain gold ring on left hand.
Picture: img.photobucket.com/albums/v716/silverelfmaiden/Navigator__RP_Design_by_Cyzra.jpg
Bio: Kenda is a pirate, but she doesn't act like it when she's on shore, which is genreally how she fools oblivious landlubbers into letting her bring them somewhere on her ship, and then ends up selling them into the slave trade. SHe wasn't always like this, just after she learned that her father had been a pirate, and that her mother was a slave that he had sold at some point or another. Hiding her shame, she followed in his footsteps, becoming the slipperiest and most feared pirate on the sea.
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A shadowy figure slipped into the seaport tavern, glancing quickly behind it, as if to see if there was anyone there. Once it seemed assured, it shut the door behind it, and threw back its hood, to reveal a startlingly pretty elf maiden. Kenda tossed a gold coin onto the bar as she sat down and called for an ale. The bartender gave a noncommital shrug at the sight of a sea elf, then set about pouring her an ale.
Kenda looked around the tavern, her keen eyes picking out the true fighters, mercenarys and assassins, from the bold and brawny bluffers who wouldn't last two seconds against a truly skilled warrior. A slight smirk played across her lips as she stared ominously at one of the bluffers, who caught her cold gaze and attempted to hold it, but was forced to look away. Kenda could have laughed aloud. Her eyes wandered around the room again, stopping to rest on a figure in the corner, with its hood pulled down over its face, hiding its features. Her curiousity piqued, and certain that she could quickly escape or kill the person should they be an enemy, Kenda walked over to him/her and sat across the table.
"Whats yer name, friend? What draws ye to Port Caerleth; the blackest place in the pits of hell, where every scum comes crawlin' in on their belly to try and take a bigger piece of the pie?"
Name: Kenda
Gender: female
Race: Sea Elf
Age: 337 years
Height: 5'2"
Mother: Kiandra
Father:
Siblings: 12 half elves (mothers second marriage)
Powers: powers over all waters
Weapons: cutlass and crossbow
Animals: none
Appearance: Short and slender, with pale green/blue skin and darker green hair, intensely blue eyes. Hair held back with blue and gold band; ring with ruby on right hand, plain gold ring on left hand.
Picture: img.photobucket.com/albums/v716/silverelfmaiden/Navigator__RP_Design_by_Cyzra.jpg
Bio: Kenda is a pirate, but she doesn't act like it when she's on shore, which is genreally how she fools oblivious landlubbers into letting her bring them somewhere on her ship, and then ends up selling them into the slave trade. SHe wasn't always like this, just after she learned that her father had been a pirate, and that her mother was a slave that he had sold at some point or another. Hiding her shame, she followed in his footsteps, becoming the slipperiest and most feared pirate on the sea.
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A shadowy figure slipped into the seaport tavern, glancing quickly behind it, as if to see if there was anyone there. Once it seemed assured, it shut the door behind it, and threw back its hood, to reveal a startlingly pretty elf maiden. Kenda tossed a gold coin onto the bar as she sat down and called for an ale. The bartender gave a noncommital shrug at the sight of a sea elf, then set about pouring her an ale.
Kenda looked around the tavern, her keen eyes picking out the true fighters, mercenarys and assassins, from the bold and brawny bluffers who wouldn't last two seconds against a truly skilled warrior. A slight smirk played across her lips as she stared ominously at one of the bluffers, who caught her cold gaze and attempted to hold it, but was forced to look away. Kenda could have laughed aloud. Her eyes wandered around the room again, stopping to rest on a figure in the corner, with its hood pulled down over its face, hiding its features. Her curiousity piqued, and certain that she could quickly escape or kill the person should they be an enemy, Kenda walked over to him/her and sat across the table.
"Whats yer name, friend? What draws ye to Port Caerleth; the blackest place in the pits of hell, where every scum comes crawlin' in on their belly to try and take a bigger piece of the pie?"