Alassea Nénmacil

[Crëmtalë]

The Role Player
Name/Alias: Kizzikins
Age: 15
Location:Scotland
A bit of information about you: again? *sigh* Right, i like RPing, it makes me feel good, i have been RPing for a good . . . hmm 9 months now and i loooooooove eragon!
How you heard about Du Weldenvarden: makkikins
How often you think you will be on Du Weldenvarden: everyday
Why you chose Du Weldenvarden:DURRR i loooooove eragon!!!

The Character

Name: Alassea Nénmacil

Age: 38

Species: Elf

Occupation: Rogue Elf, whose loyalty lies only in the protecton of the Du Weldenvarden.

Celebrity avatar (please check list in Rules and Information board first): Sharon den adel

History (At least three paragraphs):
From birth, Alassea knew somewhere deep inside her that she was unwanted. Her parents, both loyal to the elven queen but not as protective over their only child. They pretended that, with time, she would grown to learn that the world was not somewhere where weakness amongst people was accepted. This meant that, for long periods of time, or suprisingly, days, Ala was left alone to fend for herself and make do with what her parents had left for her. Never the less, they did not neglect her. She was kept well, and looked out for by the people in the community around her, yet she was not happy with her life, she wanted more. Something different.

As the years went on, Ala found that she needed a way to entertain herself, and at the same time, make herself useful to the people around her. So, she found some other elves who were willing to train her in combat, both physical and in weaponry. This means that she is able in all aspects of a fight other than using magic. When her parents found out about her training sessions, they decided that she had made a big enough decision for herself and as she came home to them one night, told her that they were pledging their full allegiance toward the queen, and she had the choice to go with them. That was where Alassea lost it. All her life her parents had devoted theirs to following their queen, and never thought to spend it with their only daughter. So she left.

After taking a few months of planning, building up a supply of both weapons and clothes that would support her, she adorned a pure white mare from a local horse woman and rode out. A knowlege of building her own bow and arrows keeping her mind at ease as she rode out of her home toward a nearby forest in Du Weldenvarden. Despite her obvious anger to her parents, she did not hold grudges on them, but, as she had left both her home and the people who 'cared' for her, she was disowned and refused entry back into her home of Ellesméra. Although she does not care much for her home now, she is set upon keeping the dangers out of her forest with her knowlege of fighting and stubbourn nature. Making her not the best person to be confronted with if your loyalties lie with the queen.

Appearance (Add a picture and 3 long paragraphs thorough description):

Alassea’s has long shiny black hair, which usually reflects light off of anywhere. Her hair is never to be seen tied up, the beautiful locks of dark hair are always seen flowing on her back. To match her dark hair, Alassea’s beautiful bold brown eyes stand out even in pitch darkness, due to the certain gleam to them. Alassea’s pale pink lips nearly camouflage with her slightly too pale skin, which makes her dark hair and eyes stand out even more, and there is a touch of pink on her cheeks which makes her face look rather innocent and loveable.
Also, a rather cute smile lurks on her face, though it is rarely seen.

She has a young nimble body and a slightly curvy figure, although, not too much. She is rather tall for her age, though she prefers it that way. Her build looks slightly fragile, though, her inner strength contrasts completely.

You’d usually find Alassea wearing a green cloak, which is because she prefers to hide out in the forest. Beneath the cloak, you’d still find forest colours such as a muddy green, a beige-brown, a leaf green or something of that sort, though her nails, which are 4 cms over the bud, are usually painted a colour to contrast her clothing. Mostly they’d be a vivid shade of purple or black, though at times if Alassea felt odd enough, she’d change it to a shade of orange. Mostly her nails reflected her mood – which most of the time wasn’t too good.


Personality (At least two or three long paragraphs):
Not the most pleasent person to know if you have a strong allegiance to the queen, she will give you a warning to get as far away from her as possible as quick as possbile. If you reject her warning, she will not hesitate to start a fight with you and attack until said person has left her forest alone in peace. Although, she will make an excaption and let you pass through if you feel strongly for the protection of it, and have an almost pure hatred of murtagh. As, she herself has a destinct hatred of him. This goes back to the fact that almost every elf has gone into hiding because of him and his reign, but, he does not scare Ala enough to make her do the same.

If you so happen as to make an aquaintence of her, and she does not try and kill you. A new side of her is seen, a more relaxed and friendly side. One that no-one has seen in many years since she was a young child. Her inner need for companionship resurfacing as she desperately tries to repress it and conform to a life of hating other, showing no love or devotion to anyone, much like how her parents treated her when she was young.

Write a short (2-4 long paragraphs) sample RP:
*Taken from 'hogwartsmoon28.proboards75.com' because im too LAZY!*
Rose took in a sharp breath as she made her way toward the lake. being only in a thin top and trousers, she had decided that she would do something productive for once instead of sitting in the commonroom doing nothing. She was going to go for a run. Now Rose wasn't someone to run for a long time, having only a small amount of stamina for it, whereas she could do other things for long periods of time. Running wasn't her strong point.

Taking in another sharp breath, she felt the ice cold air around her sting her skin, rushing up her nose and invading her system. It was a little sore just breathing, but that only made her more determined. Slowly at first Rose let her quick walk merge into a jog, before speeding up a little more and taking her run around the lake. Aiming to go around it a few times at the least.

She automatically yelped at the air heaving through her body, the ice cold wind flowing through her already cold veins, making it slightly more difficult for her to run. As she reached a little further around the lake, Rose growled to herself, feeling that already her legs were beginning to be weary. Although today was different, she was unable to see her own reflection, being of vampiric blood, but she could tell by what she could see herself that her waistline was growing a little which she didn't like, and she was deterrmined to slim down again. She had done it before, and she would again.

She inhaled slowly, closing her eyes for a moment of relaxation from the pain in breathing, and continued running, her legs burning from their unnaturally long run. 'come on, keep going, we need to be slim again, you have nothing else to do and you need to admit, Christmas will wreak havoc on your figure Rose' she heard a voice say. Making her growl again angrily and speed up a little more, pushing herself father than she was happy with, but keeping the pace, desperate to finish her goal for today.

She detoured a little and suddenly felt a compelling urge, one she hadn't had in a long time. She needed to find some place quiet, solitude, away from everyone. Running a little faster, Rose pulled at a small fragment of her hair letting it be seen n front of her, and seeing it slowly drain from its normal blonde colour to a deep rich brown. 'Shit!' she thought to herself, looking toward the forest and rolling her eyes, why now of all times did she feel the need to eat.

Making her way deeper into the forest, she found herself in her small clearing, the one which she used to visit when she was more in tune with her inner self.

Finlay coming to a stop, Rose fell to her knees, breathing heavily and and clutching her stomach. She saw her down dark almost black hair fall over her face and the familiar feeling of her teeth sharpening. She was tired, and the only way that she could now recover was to feed.

Growling angrily to herself, she forced herself to pull the end of her sleeve to her elbow, feeling over the closed puncture wounds on her arms which she normally used a concealing charm on, but she couldn't rid herself of them, she needed them.....for this.

Slowly, she brought her arm of to her mouth, letting the fangs which had grown from her teeth brush over the wounds on her arm, letting them first be re-pierced before she would bite. Once she felt a small solitary thin line of crimson streak down to her wrist. The immediate reaction from her meaning that the white of her eyes became a deep red, and her pupils enlarging to cover the iris, making the appearance of her all the more deadly.

Letting her long fangs finally sink into her soft skin, she let out an involuntary sound, crossed between a groan of satisfaction and a cry of pain as she let herself drink, letting the metallic tasting yet sweet liquid slip down her throat. This was what she needed again, the feeling of the blood filling her and making her stronger, making her feel more like she used to do.

In the absence of Cael she had been needing to find herself again, regain what she had been before meeting him. But unfortunately for her, that meant she was weak without the comfort from her own vampire within. Somehow, Cael seemed to suppress her desire for blood, her lust, her craving. He somehow made it disappear and be replaced with only a desire for him, lust for him, crave for him.

Once she had been sufficiently filled, Rose fell back on her side, laying down with a soft 'thud' on the forest floor. Trying to regain herself while her body morphed back into it's real and original form. She felt a small pain within herself as she changed, being much weaker than she had been before. For some reason, she had drank more than she had ever before, and it had not only fueled her vampire and made her stronger, but it had drained her of any immediate energy which she had gained during that day.

So she rested, waiting until her body had regained its proper form so she could relax fully. But she knew she would need to go back soon as well....the forest was not the safest, or most comfortable place for a young girl to sleep at night, especially in winter.

So, slowly, she picked herself from the ground. Wobbling about a little and having to reach ahead of her to rest against a tree trunk so as she did not fall over onto the floor again. Once she had regained slight composure she made her way shakily to the outer edge of the forest before she could move no more and had to sink down to the floor again, resting gently again against the tree trunk behind her, she had been so close...she was right outside the forrest....she could see the school....but she couldn't move anymore. She had no strength to.

[Katherine Glaze]

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