Samanthia
Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 10:45 pm
Full Name: Samanthia Dawnstar
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 100 lbs
Eyes: Sky blue
Hair: flame colored orange-red
Description::
Samanthia stands tall at 5'6 female elf, flame coloured orange-red hair, highlighted with bright streaks of golden yellow flowing smoothly down to midback in windblown waves. Warm, dark, sapphire blue eyes. Could pass herself off as a human, but more on the thin side. She commonly wears simple peasant style blouses and long skirts that end just inches from the ground and sandels when in more civilized areas and very little dangers is expected. Always a belt with assorted sized pouches and a ten inch two edged dagger in a scabbard on her left hip. She's been known to wear knee length skirts at times.
When traveling between civilized areas, soft high boots, soft pliable leather pants and a soft leather short sleave tunic that ends just below her waist.
A finely wrought platinum chain with a tear shaped electric blue sapphire with platinum charms in the shape of armor and weapons, which is always worn.
Items::
Arms (weapons) :: Katana,
Elfen crafted composite short bow with steel tipped arrows designed for piercing. The bow pull is designed for her strength to use it effiencently in both defence of herself and hunting.
Longtooth Dagger, blade ten inches long with both sides sharp and one side near the hilt is serrated for sawing stuff that the blade can't cut. With grooves running down the flat of the blade. Also engraved with runic script
Armor:: A very finelinked chainmail armor vest and padding with leather sleaves that have metal plates to help lessen the cutting damages
Powers/strengths::
natural elven agility honed by the adventurious life she lives and the many skills that are needed to survive out in the open away from the protective trappings of tamed areas that are heavily patrolled by the region's militia forces. A sharp mind that seeks out the knowledge and knowing alot of herbal mixtures and healing techinques
Very knowledgeable in the skills of a theif and will use them if the need arises for self survival
She weilds the katana very well, but knows there are people out there who make her skill pale in comparison.
Elfen Composite bow needs abit of concentration to be effecitive with the intent to do serious harm. Could rapid fire it, but her targets would have to be close together or awful slow to avoid the arrows.
Her necklace and charms are of a very powerful magical nature and is tuned to her physique. It can be stolen for a short time, but will return to her automatically as long as she is alive. She is unable to give it away for exchange of goods, cause it will return to her after a short period of time.
Secret Power::
Psionics (ability to effect things with the mind) She can heal herself through molecular manipulation, Enhancing scences through concentration and focusing on a paticular sense. She open portals to traverse to known locations like teleportation spell without the magical energies.
Weakness/Flaws::
Scince coming to this realm, not being in tune with natural order of this dimension, she had lost the ability to speak vocally and her connection to weild arcane (magic) is blocked. Her ability to weild psionics is extremely hard and takes alot longer to heal even the simplist of cuts only upon herself. Which is a great fustration to her as she had grown used to being able to call upon her talents at whim when needed. She was able to weild great arcane powers, the seals prevents magic on the scale of the Changers' War. Could say she's been cursed
The charms are her armor and weapons to be called forth by a touch and will disappear off the necklace and appear on her in their proper place till released back to being charms on the necklace. limited useage per day
Has to learn how to communicate in writing and sign language in the variations of this realms native languages.
She would rather take the Halfling Secret Route to her destination than by the more obvious routes. She has wanderlust which comes and goes, making her just drop everything and set out to a new location or explore that mysterious ruins that everyone whispers about.
History::
Samanthia, as any typical elfen child was happy and content. Depending the elders to keep her safe and come to her rescue when she called out for it in times of need. Playing competively with the other children of her mountain village. She had a curiousity which her parents strived to encourage in a positive way by teaching her the skills in which she needed to learn to survive when she gotten older. She learned simple healing spells from her mother.
She was curious that she took to at times running errands for the village healers in bringing back plants and roots for the healer whom would take time to explain what each was used for in curing various ailments and speed up healing with the proper mixture and to prevent infections.
Time of happiness and carefee of youth aburtly ended with a storm of unusual intensity warning of dangers to come, but were largely ignored as part of natures cycle till the screams of terror and alarm rang out, waking from peaceful dreams of sleep and relaxation and being told in stern voice to flee into the storm lashed night and invasion of ghastly horde that befell upon the peaceful mountain village. Fear of seeing her village dying under the onslaught of two clashing warring factions, fled into the deep woods and rocky caverns of childhood hiding places, listening to the faint screams fading one by one to give away to the dying thunder and lashing of the raindrops against the vegetation. Hoping that her village had survived. Eyes closed and trembling, feeling the moisture soak into her already damp clothing.
Waking to the weightlessness of being lifted up up and grunt like snort. Eyes falling on the most ugly huge humaniod man that was splattered with blood, involuntary taking in a deep breath to scream for help, eyes darting to the two others approaching. A human and male child weilding bloodied weapons.
Knowing all was lost and no help was coming for her, spoke bravely with fear making her voice quaver, "I-I healer?" Getting a smile from the childlike man. A snort from the huge ugly half man and Orc. A nod from the human male.
One by one they told their names, Michael Talen, the human leader of the trio. Urgi, Half-Orc, as it obvious he was the fighter possibly the hired bodyguard of Michael. Threepaws, Halfing Security Specials as he told her, to the rebuke from Urgi, "Theif," Scared and mistrust still filled her as they took her back through the ravished village and the dead. Seeing alot of elves lying dead amongst the invaders and ruined homes. Taking her with them as they continued on their way, gathering their mounts in the process.
Looking back at all she had known, laying in ruin, a determination flared in her that this wouldn't happened again. She looked at each of them, wondering what her fate would be as she left her mountain homelands. Would it be slavery and servitude or part of a group as a trusted member. She applied her knowledge of healing plants and mixtures to keep her rescuers from abandoning her or passing her off to an unknown.
As she traveled with them being a healer, her lessons took on a more sinister aspect in which skills she would need to survive. At times hating learning to weild the swords, bow and dagger. But she stayed with it as she knew that it would come in handy while keeping up her skills as a healer.
Trust and friendship slowly formed between them while traveling together through the lands filled with beauty and dangers to overcome, rousing a curiousity to see what lay beyond the next ridgeline, or what lay below the ruins that sent jagged crumbling walls skyward. Delving into the established archives of those that could keep them maintained and protected against the elements, time and those bent on destruction. Discovering magic and the useful ways to weild it awesomes powers for good and defence of those that she cared about and tapping into the mind's power to do things beyond the physical limitaion of the body. As her knowledge and ability in the new found skills grew with usage from one encounter to the next and diligent research when time allowed. Also learning that there was healing magics, eagerly sought them out along with those that were useful and destructive. striving to learn more and finding ways to use them when out adventuring.
Much to her dismay, by the choices she made, began to develope enemies which struck through other groups and means at their disposal as she fought back to survive And to satify that curiousity or fierce desire to learn, never forsaking in keeping up on her martial skills with bladed weapons and bows.
Discovering she had an inate abilty to use her mind to do tasks, she began to develope that to point where she could use that with a few moments of concentration. She kept it to herself as she sought knowledge to advance her ability and to survive.
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 100 lbs
Eyes: Sky blue
Hair: flame colored orange-red
Description::
Samanthia stands tall at 5'6 female elf, flame coloured orange-red hair, highlighted with bright streaks of golden yellow flowing smoothly down to midback in windblown waves. Warm, dark, sapphire blue eyes. Could pass herself off as a human, but more on the thin side. She commonly wears simple peasant style blouses and long skirts that end just inches from the ground and sandels when in more civilized areas and very little dangers is expected. Always a belt with assorted sized pouches and a ten inch two edged dagger in a scabbard on her left hip. She's been known to wear knee length skirts at times.
When traveling between civilized areas, soft high boots, soft pliable leather pants and a soft leather short sleave tunic that ends just below her waist.
A finely wrought platinum chain with a tear shaped electric blue sapphire with platinum charms in the shape of armor and weapons, which is always worn.
Items::
Arms (weapons) :: Katana,
Elfen crafted composite short bow with steel tipped arrows designed for piercing. The bow pull is designed for her strength to use it effiencently in both defence of herself and hunting.
Longtooth Dagger, blade ten inches long with both sides sharp and one side near the hilt is serrated for sawing stuff that the blade can't cut. With grooves running down the flat of the blade. Also engraved with runic script
Armor:: A very finelinked chainmail armor vest and padding with leather sleaves that have metal plates to help lessen the cutting damages
Powers/strengths::
natural elven agility honed by the adventurious life she lives and the many skills that are needed to survive out in the open away from the protective trappings of tamed areas that are heavily patrolled by the region's militia forces. A sharp mind that seeks out the knowledge and knowing alot of herbal mixtures and healing techinques
Very knowledgeable in the skills of a theif and will use them if the need arises for self survival
She weilds the katana very well, but knows there are people out there who make her skill pale in comparison.
Elfen Composite bow needs abit of concentration to be effecitive with the intent to do serious harm. Could rapid fire it, but her targets would have to be close together or awful slow to avoid the arrows.
Her necklace and charms are of a very powerful magical nature and is tuned to her physique. It can be stolen for a short time, but will return to her automatically as long as she is alive. She is unable to give it away for exchange of goods, cause it will return to her after a short period of time.
Secret Power::
Psionics (ability to effect things with the mind) She can heal herself through molecular manipulation, Enhancing scences through concentration and focusing on a paticular sense. She open portals to traverse to known locations like teleportation spell without the magical energies.
Weakness/Flaws::
Scince coming to this realm, not being in tune with natural order of this dimension, she had lost the ability to speak vocally and her connection to weild arcane (magic) is blocked. Her ability to weild psionics is extremely hard and takes alot longer to heal even the simplist of cuts only upon herself. Which is a great fustration to her as she had grown used to being able to call upon her talents at whim when needed. She was able to weild great arcane powers, the seals prevents magic on the scale of the Changers' War. Could say she's been cursed
The charms are her armor and weapons to be called forth by a touch and will disappear off the necklace and appear on her in their proper place till released back to being charms on the necklace. limited useage per day
Has to learn how to communicate in writing and sign language in the variations of this realms native languages.
She would rather take the Halfling Secret Route to her destination than by the more obvious routes. She has wanderlust which comes and goes, making her just drop everything and set out to a new location or explore that mysterious ruins that everyone whispers about.
History::
Samanthia, as any typical elfen child was happy and content. Depending the elders to keep her safe and come to her rescue when she called out for it in times of need. Playing competively with the other children of her mountain village. She had a curiousity which her parents strived to encourage in a positive way by teaching her the skills in which she needed to learn to survive when she gotten older. She learned simple healing spells from her mother.
She was curious that she took to at times running errands for the village healers in bringing back plants and roots for the healer whom would take time to explain what each was used for in curing various ailments and speed up healing with the proper mixture and to prevent infections.
Time of happiness and carefee of youth aburtly ended with a storm of unusual intensity warning of dangers to come, but were largely ignored as part of natures cycle till the screams of terror and alarm rang out, waking from peaceful dreams of sleep and relaxation and being told in stern voice to flee into the storm lashed night and invasion of ghastly horde that befell upon the peaceful mountain village. Fear of seeing her village dying under the onslaught of two clashing warring factions, fled into the deep woods and rocky caverns of childhood hiding places, listening to the faint screams fading one by one to give away to the dying thunder and lashing of the raindrops against the vegetation. Hoping that her village had survived. Eyes closed and trembling, feeling the moisture soak into her already damp clothing.
Waking to the weightlessness of being lifted up up and grunt like snort. Eyes falling on the most ugly huge humaniod man that was splattered with blood, involuntary taking in a deep breath to scream for help, eyes darting to the two others approaching. A human and male child weilding bloodied weapons.
Knowing all was lost and no help was coming for her, spoke bravely with fear making her voice quaver, "I-I healer?" Getting a smile from the childlike man. A snort from the huge ugly half man and Orc. A nod from the human male.
One by one they told their names, Michael Talen, the human leader of the trio. Urgi, Half-Orc, as it obvious he was the fighter possibly the hired bodyguard of Michael. Threepaws, Halfing Security Specials as he told her, to the rebuke from Urgi, "Theif," Scared and mistrust still filled her as they took her back through the ravished village and the dead. Seeing alot of elves lying dead amongst the invaders and ruined homes. Taking her with them as they continued on their way, gathering their mounts in the process.
Looking back at all she had known, laying in ruin, a determination flared in her that this wouldn't happened again. She looked at each of them, wondering what her fate would be as she left her mountain homelands. Would it be slavery and servitude or part of a group as a trusted member. She applied her knowledge of healing plants and mixtures to keep her rescuers from abandoning her or passing her off to an unknown.
As she traveled with them being a healer, her lessons took on a more sinister aspect in which skills she would need to survive. At times hating learning to weild the swords, bow and dagger. But she stayed with it as she knew that it would come in handy while keeping up her skills as a healer.
Trust and friendship slowly formed between them while traveling together through the lands filled with beauty and dangers to overcome, rousing a curiousity to see what lay beyond the next ridgeline, or what lay below the ruins that sent jagged crumbling walls skyward. Delving into the established archives of those that could keep them maintained and protected against the elements, time and those bent on destruction. Discovering magic and the useful ways to weild it awesomes powers for good and defence of those that she cared about and tapping into the mind's power to do things beyond the physical limitaion of the body. As her knowledge and ability in the new found skills grew with usage from one encounter to the next and diligent research when time allowed. Also learning that there was healing magics, eagerly sought them out along with those that were useful and destructive. striving to learn more and finding ways to use them when out adventuring.
Much to her dismay, by the choices she made, began to develope enemies which struck through other groups and means at their disposal as she fought back to survive And to satify that curiousity or fierce desire to learn, never forsaking in keeping up on her martial skills with bladed weapons and bows.
Discovering she had an inate abilty to use her mind to do tasks, she began to develope that to point where she could use that with a few moments of concentration. She kept it to herself as she sought knowledge to advance her ability and to survive.
