Post by Aralenne on Feb 6, 2012 21:43:01 GMT -5
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ARALENNE
Broken Iris
RACE,Minish/Human. [Minish Dominant]
GENDER,Female.
BATTLE ROLE,Magic DPS.
SEXUALITY,Heterosexual.
AGE,Eighteen.
ALLIANCE,Chaotic Neutral.
PERSONALITY,Positive
- Kind.
- Reserved.
- Perceptive.
- Modest.
- Cheerful.
- Giving.
- Stubborn.
Negative
- Distrustful.
- Cautious.
- Temperamental.
- Timid.
- Self-sacrificing.
- Sarcastic.
APPEARANCE,Beautiful and elegant. When many first see Aralenne, they become speechless and sometimes in a stupor of her innocent looks. Eyes the color of pure amber, and with skin as pale and luminous as the moon. Aralenne appears to many as somber and pained when by herself. Of course, beauty is only superficial, and this aspect of her physical appearance can be overlooked easily. Her hair is a honeyed blond, reaching down past her ankles. The front of her hair is clasped in two pink and white hair ornaments, which frame her face nicely. Bangs fall into her eyes in a cute manner, and her hair is parted in the back, almost making it float about her as a halo. Showing her only trait of Minish descent are two white, furry ears sitting where human ears would have.
Aralenne has a very slender figure, almost like trying to catch the moonlight itself. Toned muscles from her usual running during the day, though it is more of an enjoyment than for exercise. Long legs make up most of her height, which is a very delicate five foot two. Her weight is very slight, like a wraith. Her taste in clothes is very elegant and dressy. She enjoys wearing a lighter style of intricate dresses, preferring creams and dark pinks. Aralenne may adore dresses, but her style can be versatile. Whether her beauty appeals to any at all, she is comfortable with herself.
Aralenne.
WEAPONS,Dark Grace: Two steel-edged fans that Loranae uses lethal weapons. They can be used for long range or melee. When thrown, they always return to her hands, much like a boomerang. They fold for easy storage, and she carries them on her person at all times.
ITEMS,To Be Added.
ABILITIES,Telekinesis: A developed ability Aralennedoes not use too often. With a look in a direction, she can send an object moving in any direction she wishes. The farther the distance, the more draining it can be on her energy. The size of an object is also a factor. Moving a small object like a book or a brush takes no energy from her at all. A live being is not as hard, though it is a bit more taxing. Something the size of a tree could actually make her faint. Loranae can also passively use this ability to increase her acrobatics.
Herself: No posts.
Low Damage Cooldown: One post.
Medium Damage Cooldown: Two posts.
High Damage Cooldown: Three posts.
Empath: An ability that can usually overwhelm Aralenne in areas of a strong concentration of high emotions. Able to read the emotions of anyone around her, she can tell if a person is angered, happy, somber, or anything. Also, as a result of channeling strong emotions, Aralenne can use the emotions of her opponent, which allows her to recreate her opponent's ability, and use it against them. Although, she can not use an ability she has never seen before, only one her opponent has used against her. It can be an overwhelming ability that has Aralenne remaining that introverted most of the time, but she has some success in blocking out emotions when pushing her own pain to the forefront of her mind.
Ability Channel.
Cool Down: Four posts.
RACIAL ABILITIES,
Animal Form -Level One- Aralenne has access to an animal form, which manifests into the form of this dark fox.
Size change -Level Three- Some Minish can change their size. While most of them just stay at human size, sometimes they change that whenever they need to make a quick escape from some kind of chaos that's giving them trouble. The extent they can sizeshift varies, but most can do it.
HISTORY,
Born into the loving family of her human mother and her Minish father. Her mother was a young human heiress, having inherited her parents wealth when merely a teenager, and then falling in love with a charming Minish shortly after. Elevated to a sort of 'noble' status, her small family held importance in the inner circle of the Castle Town elite. Now, this had no bearing upon politics the Hylian Royal Family set, merely what the rich believed as the social elite. Able to wear the very best clothing, and always meeting people of her own stature. Aralenne grew up in a comfortable and spoiled life. With her innocent demeanor, many found her such a delightful and intelligent child, despite her mixed heritage. Adoring both her mother and father, she would do anything her parents asked. Her father had grown very fond of his lifestyle, and would not allow anyone to change that. Not even a member of his family.
A thought that would cost Aralenne dearly.
As she grew into a young teenager, strange dreams would occur to her. Dreams of a dark moonlit night, where all she could hear were the screams of a terrified young girl. Before she could ever see why, Aralenne would awaken in a cold sweat. The same dream each and every night, ending the same way. Her parents thought nothing of these troubling dreams, and so she said nothing at all. On the other hand, her now ambitious father had other ideas to gain more wealth. True to his fox ways, he became greedy and more cunning in his age. Seeing his daughter as a way to gain such things, he would use Aralenne for his own means. Though her loved his daughter, he viewed such pieces to be used as he willed. Her mother's wealth seemed to have done the worst over the years. On the eve of a ball, Aralenne would be introduced to who would be her future husband. A charismatic and handsome youth two years older than herself. She was only fourteen.
And yet, it was of a proper age.
Innocently, she viewed the whole courtship as a little girl would. Of a Prince romancing the Princess where love would bloom and forever last. Her mother found her daughter too young to marry at such a tender age, so she requested she be at least sixteen. Her father consented, and he was content with the match. Aralenne's future husband was named Sandorian, and so things continued between them at an innocent pace. All she saw was through the eyes of a young child, knowing nothing of the real world. Nightmares continued to come to her, dreams of a future that scared and frightened her. One night she had dreamed she would receive a lovely new dress from her beloved, and she did the very next day. A pretty dress of pink lace and silk. And the one nightmare continued to plague her at a constant, trying to warn her, until all she heard were screams whenever she awoke. A warning she would learn soon enough.
Two years passed.
The wedding was to be set soon, and Aralenne was exhilarated. Even with her joy, a hollow feeling settled inside her. Like none of this was right, and that Sandorian did not truly love her. And he never did. Her wealth and her sweet beauty were all that had interested him to her in the first place. Her mother turned a blind eye, and her father expected nothing less of the innocent girl. As the day grew closer, Aralenne's childhood dream began to grow more vivid, until she finally saw the end. In a state of panic, and never revealing why, she took off in the middle of the night, under the starless sky. To run from what the future would hold, of what path she had been set upon from the very beginning. And she ran into the one person she had hoped not to. The one she was to be wed to, the one to protect her, and to love her. Sandorian did neither.
Needless to say, he was drunk and lustful.
Pushed into a dark alley, none would hear her muffled screams. Dress torn to shreds, and she blacked out the entire nightmare. The next Aralenne remembered was that she had been left on the cold concrete, sore and broken. Innocence shattered, and her life not her own. Laughter filled her ears, and a bubbling anger welled within her. How dare he touch what he had no right to! Angry tears stung her eyes, and she suddenly flung her arm out, and Sandorian was sent into the streets, landing at such an odd angle upon the cold street. Huddling to herself, fearing what she may have done, she ran. Faster than she had, graceful as she always was. Ears twitching to make sure none followed. Hollow sobs escaped her the whole way back to her home. mother and father were asleep, and Aralenne made her way to her room. Dirty and so very sore and bruised. She gathered her belongings, money she had, and her fear driving her.
The traumatic night left her suffering from post traumatic stress, and the lingering fear of staying in one place for too long. She left her lavish lifestyle behind her in her haste to run, and she has not looked back once.
EXTRAS,
She suffers from PTSD. Always fun~;
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chii/freya, [i]CHOBITS[/i] OTHER CHARACTERS,
Ashelia Hawke, Delanie Crossfire, Cassandra Sorel, Lorina, Alleria, and Myrna.
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