Name: Isabelle (Olciranox) Race: Wood Elf Gender: Female Age: 10 Bio: At birth, Isabelle was placed on the doorstep of Sulivatius (Father) and Adriana (Mother) Olciranox. Humans. Hailing from Tempum and being rather well off. Her Father was a military man, but was very secretive with his work. Her Mother was quite the amazing Chef and did much of the work around the house. Making sure Isabelle was always at her side. Her mother, like Isabelle, was quite the kind and gentle soul and taught her ways of being kind to everyone she could. Her Father always taught her to respect her elders, and to always refer to people as ‘Sir’ and ‘Ma’am’, seeing as he was Military. Isabelle did not have the opportunity to learn how to do thing on her own, as Adrania made sure Isabelle did nothing on her own from fear the child would hurt herself. Isabelle was quite close to her parents as they showered her with gifts and allowed her to dress herself. Her parents bought her quite the colourful outfits, thinking that they matched her very vibrant personality. Sulivatius and Adrania showered their daughter in affection ever moment they could, making sure their lovely little one was never suffering from any sort of lonely emotions. About a few months back, around the age of ten, Isabelle took a small tour outside into her Mother’s garden and played quietly to herself. Moments later, she heard the wailing screams of Adrania then silence. Then came a war-cry from Sulivatius, a loud crack, then a choke followed by an eerie silence. A few moments later, while Isabelle shifted to hide in the bushes of her mother’s garden, she heard footsteps outside and what she assumed sounded like bags of things being drug across the lawn. Isabelle remained hidden in the bush for about an hour before assuming it was safe to go inside. Finally finding her way in, she searched about the house before finding two bodies sprawled about in the living area. Puddles of blood seeped from them, to which she soon grew frantic about. Her hand hovered over their mouths and noses several times as her ears pressed to their chest in search of breathing and a heartbeat. She knew by the feel that this was her parents. Their bodies were cold and stiff, having nothing of what she searched for. Spending about two hours crying in the arms of her dead parents, she removed herself from them and wandered off out of Tempum, finding her way aimlessly into the Cloud Temple. Personality: Kind, Loving, Gentle, obsessive, self-aware, pacifistic, understanding, vibrant, (Need more suggestions) Skills: Can feel and ‘see’ the surrounding about her through her feet. Immensely perceptive hearing, touch, taste, and smell. (Need more suggestions)
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 02:32:11 +0000
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