Post by Renor Elemmiire on Aug 4, 2006 3:13:57 GMT -5
Name: Renor Elemmiire Lucide
Nicknames: Re; Luc; Luck
Meaning: Black Star. Lucide is his true and child name. Is called Renor or Re now.
Species:
Half-breed. Mother: Elf; Father: Shapeshifter
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Neutral (in between)
Age:
24 (Human Physical Maturity); Actually 168 years old.
Appearance:
Androgynous Lucide had the figure of any slender young elf. Sharp features edged his face, with oval amber eyes lined with long black lashes that resembled a large feline. His waist-long black hair was often tied in a loose braid, with a leather thong; leaving his fringes framing both sides of his face like fangs. Effeminately so.
For clothes, it is subtle. Seldom does he wear flamboyant colors other than red, silver and white. Most of the time, he simply wears black. Be it silk, linen or nettle, his wardrobe is mainly dark beside the exceptions. They are all custom made to fit him, some loose some tight.
When he changes his form, he normally takes that of a black jaguar or a unicorn.
As he is a half-breed, he is unable to entirely alter his forms and thus, gaining unique features of himself in every form. Fur colors are usually black, white, bronze orange and red.
Always a marking for him, was a metallic silver wing. It sat between his right shoulder and the shoulder blade. Another thing to mark him was his pupils which would turn blood red in the course of strong emotion.
Summary
Height: 7'6"
Weight: 75kg
Hair: Indigo Black
Eyes: Amber or Crimson
Skin tone: Pearl white
Frame: Slender, lean and wiry
Personality:
Calm and dignified, his character befits the noble jaguar that was his secondary preferred form. Meticulate and decisive, he makes a fine general. He also have limited patience and a strong strength of will. Fueling that is his sense of private pride in the form of humility.
In society, he isolates and keeps to himself unless it is necessary to make associations. Preferring nature as companionship, he would often wander in the forests alone. For to him, emotions were a turbulent and fearsome thing that once let loose is hard to control. His temper is also very quick.
To others, he would seem harsh and cold. His brash manner seldom took to complimenting others as he believed in not stoking pride. Yet his actions deemed different as he takes into consideration more than people expect of him, the emotions of others. He would rather hurt himself than hurt another.
Underneath that harsh demeanor, is a loyal, sensitive and self-sacrificial noble. Not everyone could see that.
History:
[I'm applying for Argûl of Lõthanïcka so I'm fitting this to it. ]
Family
Mother - T'puuli Daewl Clarity (Elf)
Father - Ssussun Horreur (Shifter)
Birthday: Mid-autumn eve, dawn
Daewl is the sovereign of Lõthanïcka. Meeting Ssussun rendevously in the forests, she'd chosen her consort. Yet the story of their romance is for another time, as this is the history of their child.
After his birth, Daewl took him back to her kingdom palace in the trees. Ssussun remained roaming the outskirts of the forests, secretively watching over Lõthanïcka and Daewl's kingdom. Daewl's reign was golden and peaceful and so it was in that environment that he grew up in.
A peaceful moment also meant a time of political currents. Growing and learning the basic requirements such as etiquette, history, language and politics. As a male, he was also trained in the battle arts, warfare and leadership. And of course he was also handed through the dances from lady to lady, each with aims in their eyes. Yet so far, he'd chosen no consort.
Recently, his mother had retired from the throne and his father still remained elusive in the forests, meeting Renor for only 12 times in his entire life.
Points in his life:
Memory . 1
Lucide was still young, but his hair was already kept waist-long. He crashed into the ground. Fosting, second-general of the court and battle master to Lucide, stood above him. "You must harness your strength, prince. That is no way you're going to defeat someone stronger than you." Lucide looked up, he'd tried so hard. He didn't want to fight. And he said so. "Not fight! Not fight and you'd die, boy. I do not teach you every morning for you to sit in a corner like a coward! I'm teaching you this so you can survive and have peace!" Lucide stopped crying. For a moment, despair seemd to take over, then something froze in him. He got up and got ready to fight.
Memory . 2
Daewl his mother led Lucide under the trees. She glowed, raven black hair flowing down her back. "We'll see your father soon, Lucide." The moon rose high, and Lucide knew it was getting nearer to the time of his birth. It'd been 19 years since, and he was reaching the point of maturity. A leopard leaped out of the shadows. "Ssussun." His mother called. "T'puuli. It's been so long. And this is our son." He said, more of a sentence than a question. The leopard shifted and became a man. He looked an older version of Lucide though slightly different in the slant of eyes and different jawline. "Come, son." It was a father's duty to lead the son to adulthood.
Lucide and Ssussun both shifted into a black jaguar and leopard respectively. They ran throughout the night. Events happened that night, challenging him and by dawn, Lucide had discovered his adult name, Renor Elemmiire. He limped back home, collasping finally at the steps of his mother's court. Daewl opened the doors, and brought him in.
Memory . 3
Still youthful, the adolescent Renor was wandering through the halls. Trees wove together to form it in elegance, sung by magic. He rounded a bend and saw Mira. Mira was the court's bard, with long chesnut tresses and hazel eyes. Renor stepped back to hide, hoping Mira didn't notice. She was older than him and was his first crush since he'd first reached maturity. Yet a musical voice called, "Renor, is that you?" He was flustered and got angry with himself. Why was he hiding anyway? Had he no control over his emotions? Renor stepped back out, "Yes, Mira." He'd noticed Afrond, another elf standing beside her. Both of the bards bowed. Afrond greeted, "Your highness." Everyone knew the bards were a couple and seeing Afrond there simply made Renor wish to disappear. "I've just got to... meet Fosting." Renor said, hurrying as dignifiedly as possible to the doorway and out of their sight. Leaving 2 very amused bards in his wake.
[By the way, the bards have left to travel Amar Gûl, so new bards have taken their place.]
Magic:
Magic of the tongues. (able to speak any language)
Sufficient healing magic for battle wounds.
Elven magic of singing to plants
Power over water, wind and lightning.
Telekinesis and mind defence.
Weapons:
+Blade staff.
The staff is 6'9", mahogany red in color and made from the strongest yet most flexible of wood. On one end there's a silver blade attached.
+Twin bladed sword.
The blades are parallel, one is silver and the other is a black shiny granite colour. Its curved a little and the handle is silver blue and black. The handle also has a long thin leather braid hanging of it.
+Claw Knife
something like this but sharper like this
Region:
Lõthanïcka of course.
Other:
It's obvious. He's still single. And he still hates hurting others, even though he'd do what's necessary.
How did you find this site?
Lost Chronicles of Hogwarts.
Nicknames: Re; Luc; Luck
Meaning: Black Star. Lucide is his true and child name. Is called Renor or Re now.
Species:
Half-breed. Mother: Elf; Father: Shapeshifter
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Neutral (in between)
Age:
24 (Human Physical Maturity); Actually 168 years old.
Appearance:
Androgynous Lucide had the figure of any slender young elf. Sharp features edged his face, with oval amber eyes lined with long black lashes that resembled a large feline. His waist-long black hair was often tied in a loose braid, with a leather thong; leaving his fringes framing both sides of his face like fangs. Effeminately so.
For clothes, it is subtle. Seldom does he wear flamboyant colors other than red, silver and white. Most of the time, he simply wears black. Be it silk, linen or nettle, his wardrobe is mainly dark beside the exceptions. They are all custom made to fit him, some loose some tight.
When he changes his form, he normally takes that of a black jaguar or a unicorn.
As he is a half-breed, he is unable to entirely alter his forms and thus, gaining unique features of himself in every form. Fur colors are usually black, white, bronze orange and red.
Always a marking for him, was a metallic silver wing. It sat between his right shoulder and the shoulder blade. Another thing to mark him was his pupils which would turn blood red in the course of strong emotion.
Summary
Height: 7'6"
Weight: 75kg
Hair: Indigo Black
Eyes: Amber or Crimson
Skin tone: Pearl white
Frame: Slender, lean and wiry
Personality:
Calm and dignified, his character befits the noble jaguar that was his secondary preferred form. Meticulate and decisive, he makes a fine general. He also have limited patience and a strong strength of will. Fueling that is his sense of private pride in the form of humility.
In society, he isolates and keeps to himself unless it is necessary to make associations. Preferring nature as companionship, he would often wander in the forests alone. For to him, emotions were a turbulent and fearsome thing that once let loose is hard to control. His temper is also very quick.
To others, he would seem harsh and cold. His brash manner seldom took to complimenting others as he believed in not stoking pride. Yet his actions deemed different as he takes into consideration more than people expect of him, the emotions of others. He would rather hurt himself than hurt another.
Underneath that harsh demeanor, is a loyal, sensitive and self-sacrificial noble. Not everyone could see that.
History:
[I'm applying for Argûl of Lõthanïcka so I'm fitting this to it. ]
Family
Mother - T'puuli Daewl Clarity (Elf)
Father - Ssussun Horreur (Shifter)
Birthday: Mid-autumn eve, dawn
Daewl is the sovereign of Lõthanïcka. Meeting Ssussun rendevously in the forests, she'd chosen her consort. Yet the story of their romance is for another time, as this is the history of their child.
After his birth, Daewl took him back to her kingdom palace in the trees. Ssussun remained roaming the outskirts of the forests, secretively watching over Lõthanïcka and Daewl's kingdom. Daewl's reign was golden and peaceful and so it was in that environment that he grew up in.
A peaceful moment also meant a time of political currents. Growing and learning the basic requirements such as etiquette, history, language and politics. As a male, he was also trained in the battle arts, warfare and leadership. And of course he was also handed through the dances from lady to lady, each with aims in their eyes. Yet so far, he'd chosen no consort.
Recently, his mother had retired from the throne and his father still remained elusive in the forests, meeting Renor for only 12 times in his entire life.
Points in his life:
Memory . 1
Lucide was still young, but his hair was already kept waist-long. He crashed into the ground. Fosting, second-general of the court and battle master to Lucide, stood above him. "You must harness your strength, prince. That is no way you're going to defeat someone stronger than you." Lucide looked up, he'd tried so hard. He didn't want to fight. And he said so. "Not fight! Not fight and you'd die, boy. I do not teach you every morning for you to sit in a corner like a coward! I'm teaching you this so you can survive and have peace!" Lucide stopped crying. For a moment, despair seemd to take over, then something froze in him. He got up and got ready to fight.
Memory . 2
Daewl his mother led Lucide under the trees. She glowed, raven black hair flowing down her back. "We'll see your father soon, Lucide." The moon rose high, and Lucide knew it was getting nearer to the time of his birth. It'd been 19 years since, and he was reaching the point of maturity. A leopard leaped out of the shadows. "Ssussun." His mother called. "T'puuli. It's been so long. And this is our son." He said, more of a sentence than a question. The leopard shifted and became a man. He looked an older version of Lucide though slightly different in the slant of eyes and different jawline. "Come, son." It was a father's duty to lead the son to adulthood.
Lucide and Ssussun both shifted into a black jaguar and leopard respectively. They ran throughout the night. Events happened that night, challenging him and by dawn, Lucide had discovered his adult name, Renor Elemmiire. He limped back home, collasping finally at the steps of his mother's court. Daewl opened the doors, and brought him in.
Memory . 3
Still youthful, the adolescent Renor was wandering through the halls. Trees wove together to form it in elegance, sung by magic. He rounded a bend and saw Mira. Mira was the court's bard, with long chesnut tresses and hazel eyes. Renor stepped back to hide, hoping Mira didn't notice. She was older than him and was his first crush since he'd first reached maturity. Yet a musical voice called, "Renor, is that you?" He was flustered and got angry with himself. Why was he hiding anyway? Had he no control over his emotions? Renor stepped back out, "Yes, Mira." He'd noticed Afrond, another elf standing beside her. Both of the bards bowed. Afrond greeted, "Your highness." Everyone knew the bards were a couple and seeing Afrond there simply made Renor wish to disappear. "I've just got to... meet Fosting." Renor said, hurrying as dignifiedly as possible to the doorway and out of their sight. Leaving 2 very amused bards in his wake.
[By the way, the bards have left to travel Amar Gûl, so new bards have taken their place.]
Magic:
Magic of the tongues. (able to speak any language)
Sufficient healing magic for battle wounds.
Elven magic of singing to plants
Power over water, wind and lightning.
Telekinesis and mind defence.
Weapons:
+Blade staff.
The staff is 6'9", mahogany red in color and made from the strongest yet most flexible of wood. On one end there's a silver blade attached.
+Twin bladed sword.
The blades are parallel, one is silver and the other is a black shiny granite colour. Its curved a little and the handle is silver blue and black. The handle also has a long thin leather braid hanging of it.
+Claw Knife
something like this but sharper like this
Region:
Lõthanïcka of course.
Other:
It's obvious. He's still single. And he still hates hurting others, even though he'd do what's necessary.
How did you find this site?
Lost Chronicles of Hogwarts.
