Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Nov 19, 2010 16:46:51 GMT -6
Player’s Name: Ziako
Player's Gender: Female
Roleplay Experience: some D & D, GaiaOnline
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Name: Revina the Hag
Species: Elf-ish
Gender: Female-ish
Age: 300-ish
Appearance: A bent-backed, shriveled old crone. Anywhere from 6' 2" and 5'5", but stands at 4'9" (due to curved spine). She keeps her white hair neatly braided, but the ends of the braid are only an inch or so off the ground; one crystal blue right eye and one pupil-less, blind left eye that carries a vertical scar from the eyebrow to the chin. She carries a rod made of willow and wears tattered leather garments that she tans and makes herself.
Personality: Extremely intelligent and resourceful with a very long memory, but easily distracted by her thoughts or a bird outside her window. Not particularly friendly to newcomers, but warms to company quickly.
Biography: One of the only living survivors of the Runewick Shattering. She is a devoted follower of the eight and served as one of the Blessed while the city still stood. Other than this, little is known about her history or why she decided to take up residence on the very end of the northern most of the Dragon's Claws. Building her house only 50 ft from the edge of the cliff, she lives there alone in the company of an old female wolf named Brindle.
Sample:
She cackled insanely to herself, while she bashed the fawn's skull in with her staff. "A good meal for us tonight, Brindle." The brindled wolf still had her teeth in the fawn's haunch were she had slowed it enough to allow the hag to crack the skull. The old woman was amazingly spry when she wanted to be and so was the wolf, who stood at nearly the same height as the old woman. The wolf sat back on it haunches and cocked it's head at the old woman staring with its blue eyes in a very human gesture of questioning. That caused the old woman to ungracefully chuck a rock at the wolf's head that missed by a mile. The wolf did not move and continued to stare the woman down. "Fine, the heart is yours. You old stick in the mud." Apparently satisfied with the old woman's response, the wolf latched on to the fawn's leg again and began to pull it back toward their hut. The woman continued to grumble under her breath, "Stupid.... Greedy..... Old..... Wolf....."
Player's Gender: Female
Roleplay Experience: some D & D, GaiaOnline
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Name: Revina the Hag
Species: Elf-ish
Gender: Female-ish
Age: 300-ish
Appearance: A bent-backed, shriveled old crone. Anywhere from 6' 2" and 5'5", but stands at 4'9" (due to curved spine). She keeps her white hair neatly braided, but the ends of the braid are only an inch or so off the ground; one crystal blue right eye and one pupil-less, blind left eye that carries a vertical scar from the eyebrow to the chin. She carries a rod made of willow and wears tattered leather garments that she tans and makes herself.
Personality: Extremely intelligent and resourceful with a very long memory, but easily distracted by her thoughts or a bird outside her window. Not particularly friendly to newcomers, but warms to company quickly.
Biography: One of the only living survivors of the Runewick Shattering. She is a devoted follower of the eight and served as one of the Blessed while the city still stood. Other than this, little is known about her history or why she decided to take up residence on the very end of the northern most of the Dragon's Claws. Building her house only 50 ft from the edge of the cliff, she lives there alone in the company of an old female wolf named Brindle.
Sample:
She cackled insanely to herself, while she bashed the fawn's skull in with her staff. "A good meal for us tonight, Brindle." The brindled wolf still had her teeth in the fawn's haunch were she had slowed it enough to allow the hag to crack the skull. The old woman was amazingly spry when she wanted to be and so was the wolf, who stood at nearly the same height as the old woman. The wolf sat back on it haunches and cocked it's head at the old woman staring with its blue eyes in a very human gesture of questioning. That caused the old woman to ungracefully chuck a rock at the wolf's head that missed by a mile. The wolf did not move and continued to stare the woman down. "Fine, the heart is yours. You old stick in the mud." Apparently satisfied with the old woman's response, the wolf latched on to the fawn's leg again and began to pull it back toward their hut. The woman continued to grumble under her breath, "Stupid.... Greedy..... Old..... Wolf....."