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Background from Backgrounds Paradise | ||||||||||||||||||
Both Tirvaltoraiel and Lesarakel are standing at Lantessama Isle | ||||||||||||||||||
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Name: (Prince) Tirvaltoraiel A’vredon se’l Encare’ar-ai Meaning: Tirvaltoraiel of Vredon, son of Encare, who is high lord and true descendant of Vredon. Called: Tirv or Tirval Species: Human (A’vredon, and proud of it!) Professions: Nightfire Mage, Warrior, Horseman, Animal healer, Next-in-line-for-the-A’vredon-lands Appearance: Taking after the entire A’vredon line, all the way back hundreds of generations to Vredon, he’s tall, wiry, and stronger than he looks. His hair is a true platinum blond, without the golden tint that most of his relatives have, and reaching just below his shoulder blades. His eyes are a strange, jewel like color halfway between ruby and amethyst, marking him as a night-mage, though the ruby tint is new for the family. Pale gold skin that burns easier than it tans is mostly covered by his typical clothes, a long, sleeveless coat, open in front, and colored dark ruby with an almost hypnotizing fractal pattern embroidered on it in black. Underneath the coat is a long sleeved silk shirt of the same dark ruby, the front of it covered in ‘simple’ patterns embroidered in black, the shirt held tight about his waist by a fishbone belt made out of what looks like jet, with a large carved ruby where the buckle would be. His hands are covered in skin tight gloves of a dark ruby color almost dark enough to be considered black, the cuffs of the gloves flaring outward and traveling up almost to his elbows, the sleeves of his shirt tucked neatly into the cuffs. Jet black embroidery forms geometric patterns on the cuffs, though the gloves are completely plain where his hands are. Black silk pants hold a subtle play of ruby color, and are tucked neatly into jet black boots with a few small bits of bright ruby designs along the tops. A sword hangs from the fishbone belt, the sheath relatively plain, though of superior materials than many, the sword hilt is fashioned in the shape of a horse’s head and neck, the head playing the part of the pommel, while the hilt itself is the beast’s neck. The cross hilt is carved with the images of galloping horses, their tails twisting around and ending where the blade begins. Tiny rubies rest in the eyes of each horse. Personality: The A’vredon’s are a proud, and somewhat vain, family, and Tirval’s personality reflects that. From his interesting manner of dress, to his occasional (read: every time a wrinkle in the cloth or speck of dust appears) use of magic to keep himself clean and in order, he’s an A’vredon through and through. He has a passion for learning, though, that easily outweighs his vanity and pride combined, a ‘failing’ of many of the Night Mages in his family. Some people that are unaccustomed to the ways of the A’vredon’s may find his use of magic to keep himself clean rather annoying. Otherwise, he’s generally a pleasant man, curious to a fault, with a smile for practically everyone. Somehow, despite his vanity, he has a way with animals that calms even the most skittish of creatures down, and he can often be found sitting in a quiet place at night, surrounded by various animals that either simply want company or to be healed. Pets: Female Shadow Ceadra Seneras and Male Star Ceadra Zelkaen. Dragon: Veren I'Tairim Ryu del Atar Meaning: Veren, Tairim's Dragon of Autumn |
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Name: (Princess) Lesarakel A’vredon re’l Encare’ar-ai Meaning: Lesarakel of Vredon, daughter of Encare, who is high lord and true descendant of Vredon Called: Les or Lesara Species: Human (proudly A’vredon) Professions: Nightice Mage, Swordswoman, Hunter, Horsewoman Appearance: She looks much like her twin bother Tirv, but there are many differences. She’s a centimeter or so shorter than he is, though just as thin and wiry, and just as strong as he as well. Les’ hair, as well, is a true platinum blond like her brother’s, though it reaches the small of her back. Her eyes are halfway between amethyst and sapphire, with the same jewel-like quality of Tirv’s eyes, and, again, the sapphire tint to the amethyst is new to the family. Skin several shades lighter than Tirv’s burns just as easily, if not more so, than his, and tans even more reluctantly. Her outfit is a bit plainer and simpler than his is, consisting mainly of an ice blue silk shirt and midnight blue silk pants. The shirt is long sleeved, the sleeves tucked into the cuffs of midnight blue gloves, and has midnight blue embroidery along the seams and a wide band of it down the middle of her front, the patterns restrained and fairly simple in appearance. Ice blue geometric patterns adorn the cuffs of her gloves, which only extend to the middle of her lower arm, instead of all the way to the elbow like her brother’s do. A silver fishbone belt holds the shirt tight about her waist, a smooth sapphire resting where the buckle should be. Midnight blue pants glint an ice blue as she moves, and are tucked into knee high boots just like her brother’s, except with no designs around the top. Two swords hang at her waist, one on either side, both of them long, slim blades with a slight curve to them. Both pommels are shaped into the head of a snarling cat, and both cross hilts are carved, much like her brother’s is, to give the appearance of two running cats, their tails winding about the base of the blade. Tiny sapphires form the eyes of all of the cats. Personality: Very self-assured and confident of herself, she takes great pride in proving that she can be so much better than her brother in so many things, even going to the extent of daring him to a contest… who could survive a midwinter blizzard the longest. She prefers the quite solitude of a winter night to the noise of summer nights. The pride and vanity that marks her family has found a home in her as well, though she’s not nearly as vain as some of her relatives, even though she still keeps her outfit in pristine condition by use of magic. She can come off as a cold, rather heartless woman if you let her surface manners trick you, but underneath, she’s just as friendly and curious as her brother. Lesara has absolutely no use for people that are instantly intimidated by her cold appearance or her use of magic. Pets: Female Star Ceadra Kisren and Female Moon Ceadra Lunas. Dragon: Ishrym I'Tairim Tyu del Wiver Meaning: Ishrym, Tairim's Dragon of Winter |
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