Al'ster
::General information ::
"Names?": "Yes, there's more than one. When I travel, I go by
Allister, mainly that's because what Al'ster really sounds like. I would
also go by other names that I come up as I go to different places. I
call myself what I like, when I like it. But to other Isur's, I go as Al'ster
Pitrius."
"Gender?" "I'm a female, by all means."
"Age?" "I am thirty eight years old, just nearly reaching the end of my
adolescence years. Born in the year 474, Spring sixteenth."
"Height? Weight?" "I'm about 5', and I weigh about 155 lbs."
::Mentality::
"How are you viewed?" "Usually I'm seen as a somewhat cold Isur.
I'm that girl over there, who only speaks when she has to, or when
there is a topic that she absolutely must speak her mind on. I
believe I am friendlier with other Isur, and if you're not Isur, it takes
quite a lot to impress me to where I would be nicer to you, and treat
you as though a friend. If I trust you, there is no doubt I will be loyal
to you, until the end, almost like a dog... I don't have a habit in
believing in love at first sight, or any cheesy thing like that. I would,
though, if it happened to me. Though I never believe it will, for I am
not a very lovable type- in my eyes. I do not think of myself as a
narcissist, as much I think I have a lot of self-respect. I am no floozy,
I do not just sleep around with men. I am not that type of girl. Although,
I can never remember how I am when drunk. But if I am a floozy when
stoned, do not take advantage of that, or my respect for you, will decrease
in undesirable amounts. I have tendencies in finding myself searching for
knowledge, consciously or subconsciously. I search for the things to be known,
or not to be known. The things hidden away from the naked eye, which
means at times- depending on who you are- I also find interests in your
secrets. But considering I am very picky about the people I care about,
if I ask questions, this will most likely not be the case."
"So when you speak..?" "Usually nobody expects me to speak much, if
at all. But if I do, you better listen up. My voice is quiet, and is usually
described as a murmur or a whisper. Many people take it for mumbling,
but it's not. If I start screaming, or my voice is loud.. something is
definitely wrong. But if I want you to know something, you will know."
::Physical::
"Hair?" "A dark, dark black ish. It's tinted blue."
"Eyes?" "Green."
"Skin?" "A very pale white, with silver veins, and a black right arm."
"Overall?" "I'm quite thin looking, though my skin is very thick
making me weigh more than I appear to be. I'm quite in shape."
::Lore&Skills::
Intelligence 20/100(starting package)
Seduction 20/100(starting package)
Blacksmithing 10/100(racial starting bonus)
Mountaineering 10/100(starting package)
Total;; 60 Skill points
Lore of finding footholds when climbing hill-like terrain
Lore of what tools to use, with what
::Possessions::
Simple Cloth Dress, Sensible Shoes,
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap)
Food for a week
1 eating knife
Flint & Steel (starting package)
First Ring her Mother Made(family heirloom, jewelry without stone)
::History::
Al'ster was born to a loving father and mother, both very smart Isur.
They would like to tell her, that she would be something amazing. Her
father often loved to impress her mother in a family like way- even though
he no longer needed to impress her, because they were already mated-
by making sure she saw him teaching Al'ster how to present herself. He
told her, always be hard to get. The Isur who she would mate with would
have to be pretty darn spectacular. He told her, she deserved the best.
Her mother would always swoon over her father if she saw him saying
this to Al'ster. She would come over to Al'ster, afterwards, and say,
"Don't you have such a great daddy?" and Al'ster would nod her head,
being so proud of the Blacksmith father, the father who always told
her that she could be so much if only she would try. And try, for her
father, for her mother, she did. Nothing huge happened when she
was growing up. Sure, she flirted a lot in adolescence, but never once
did she find herself impressed. For a little while, her father had wondered
if he had set her standards too high. But she didn't think so. She was
just hard to impress, was all. And sense she was still an adolescent,
anyway, there wasn't a point in worrying about it. Her father and mother
worried enough for all three of them, though. Time went on, and soon she
was nearing the end of her adolescence. But instead of searching for a mate,
her mind was wondering curiously about the other races. Because of this
curiosity that scratched at the edge of her mind, she told her mother she
was going to leave Sultros(where she was born, raised..). Her mother,
having fake hope for her daughter that she would find someone(her
father feeling the same way) decided that they would let her go. She
packed up the things she needed, said her farewells, and then left.
To where is to be decided.
(not finished, obviously!) |
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