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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 2:42:36 GMT -5
(There can be more than 1 person to try and capture the prince's hearts. I'll accept 3 for each prince. No more potential wives!)
Elyon potential wives- (Closed!)
Kaela- Rped by Inky
Elena- Rped by Liz
Lailah- Rped by Shoot for the Stars ______ Septimus potential husbands- (Open for one more!)
Caspian- Rped by Skulduggery
Absolon- Rped by Dragon Vein
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Elyon Balthial Tzadkiel- Foremost Knight and Heir to the throne of Mevalon
Age- Is immortal. Looks 24. Appearance- Elyon like the rest of his siblings, stand tall. But his frame is more broad than that of his younger siblings. Being broader also shows that he more of a strength fighter than his brother, Septimus. He is also a full Light Angel like his father. His skin is a darker tan color, because of his many days out in the sun sword fighting. Elyon also has scars on his body, but most are burn scars. The most serious ones are on the side of his face, neck, and chest. The other scars on his are similar to his brothers, jagged long scars. They are surprisingly less evident on him then Septimus. Elyon’s hair is as black coal, with hints of white in it. His hair is also cut short and tends to stick up all over but, it looks normal for him, not ‘just rolled out of bed’ messy. It is said that his hair and much of his features are closest to his father. Onto his eyes, which are exactly like his father’s, except younger and actually a bit warmer. They are a dark sea green, that holds much wisdom and strength. As well as fierceness for battle. Elyon’s snow-white wings are large, in fact, they are a smidgen larger than Septimus’, due to him being the elder one. They are also very strong and help him fly extremely fast, if he pushes himself. Unlike his dear brother, his wings do not hurt him when he flies. It does the opposite. It gives him an amazing feeling of freedom. Personality-The prince is at first glance the strong silent type. In truth, he is very talkative and warm. His eyes tend to give away his emotions, whether they are happiness or anger. Elyon loves to laugh and smile, and so inspires others to do the same. But, when the time comes, the Heir can be enormously serious and icy. Especially if you threaten the ones he cares for. The best advice one could have is don’t cross the future king, for he is unforgiving if you push him too far. That said, he is shockingly gentle and soft hearted if you manage to capture his heart. Pet/Guardian/s- Like his brother he has a gray horse, named Enigmus (Magic) and Vitalis (Life), his large golden-colored lion. Family- The Tzadkiel line has been on the Angel throne since the beginning of time. They are one of the few races who all get along peacefully; Light, Dark, Blood. The royal family has usually had more Light than Dark and very rarely any Blood, but no matter who is on the throne respect is there. Right now the royal family consists of King Zophiel and Queen Dahlia, followed by their ten children (Eldest to youngest)- Elyon (Male), Septimus (Male), Dazielle (Female), Suriel (Female), Anael (Female), Varhmiel (Male), Tamiel (Male), Anahita (Female), Gazardiel (Male), Taharial (Female).
Type of Wife- Elyon is very much attracted to strong women. He doesn’t want one who is too pigheaded of course, but somewhat feisty and strong is appreciated. But then again, he is willing to meet someone who is quieter than himself, one who is more of thinker. In all, he enjoys fun company, who is strong enough to rule beside him. Someone who won’t mind the responsibilities he has, and who he himself can turn to for advice at times.
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Prince Septimus Rasiel Tzadkiel- Foremost Scholar and 2nd in line for the Mevalon throne
Age- Is Immortal. Looks 22. Appearance- The prince is a tall and muscular male. He is lithe and agile, no doubt because of his Angel blood. His skin is a starling pale color- no matter how long he has purposely stood out on the sunlight his skin refuses to tan or become any other color. Being that he is so pale he prefers to wear light clothing that covers much of his skin. He also wears clothing that covers his kin because of the multiple jagged and deep scars he has littering his arms, chest, stomach, back, and neck. Septimus has long silky white hair that reaches the lower middle of his back, which is usually in a braid or just loose. Most of his siblings have short hair, but he inherited his father’s messy rat nest hair, so growing it out has most certainly made it tamer. According to his family and friends, one of his most captivating physical part of himself is his eyes. They are an electrifying pale blue color. They are so pale much of the time they are mistaken for a shocking white. But, the biggest stunning feature of himself is his wings. They are large, soft, and blood red. Yep. Not white nor black, but red. The reason is that Septimus is a Blood Angel, like his mother, he is the only one out of ten children. The wings seem just like any other Angel’s wings, expect for their color. But there is one other thing that makes them… stand out, from others. They cause him pain. Every time he moves them and flies shards of pain slam into him, so this means he is left grounded much of the time, which is extremely hard for winged creatures. But Septimus has learned to live with it. Personality- When it comes to his personality… Septimus is seen as detached- maybe even cold-hearted, from the point of view of foreigners. In reality he is far from that. His heart is huge and he shows it to his family, friends, and people all the time. Whether from leaving small gifts to his family and friends, or going to the villages around the kingdom to help out doing farmwork, scholar work, or healer type of work. Being 2nd in line he has quite a bit of responsibility, luckily not as much as his elder brother. But with the work he does have, he does tend to get very serious and well, mean. Septimus really does care though. However when he is truly made he tends to just go silent. He doesn’t say a word and that can be just as bad as someone yelling out of anger. Pet/Guardian/s- Septimus has a male black wolf, named Necos (death) and his beloved female white horse, Avala (Ice/Snow). Family- The Tzadkiel line has been on the Angel throne since the beginning of time. They are one of the few races who all get along peacefully; Light, Dark, Blood. The royal family has usually had more Light than Dark and very rarely any Blood, but no matter who is on the throne respect is there. Right now the royal family consists of King Zophiel and Queen Dahlia, followed by their ten children (Eldest to youngest)- Elyon (Male), Septimus (Male), Dazielle (Female), Suriel (Female), Anael (Female), Varhmiel (Male), Tamiel (Male), Anahita (Female), Gazardiel (Male), Taharial (Female).
Type of Husband- Septimus enjoys people who are intelligent and quiet like himself. But he does like if they are energetic and can help him get out of his shell. Appearance matters not to him, personality is the kind of guy he is. However, he does not like too feisty people. Or people who are… too stubborn headed, as that is uncomfortable for him. Those who are too quiet or shy also bother him, as he is that way himself. So in his mind they would live in relative silence, which is something he most certainly does not want. ________
(To join please do a form my mine. I will start us off after there is at least 1 girl and 1 guy for each character. Your character can be royalty or not, it's your choice.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 9:48:34 GMT -5
(Hmm, not that I can think of at this moment. )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 13:20:36 GMT -5
Palace exterior-Garden-
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:17:07 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:30:59 GMT -5
( yoo i have a question; do the candidates need to be angels too ? )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:42:12 GMT -5
(Nope. They can be human or any other creature or powered being. Just not invincible.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 21:49:14 GMT -5
( ok ty !! im gonna respond to a rp first and then i'll get up a form uvu )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 22:34:10 GMT -5
Caspian Evere Age ;; 20 years old Appearance ;; Lightly built and slender, Caspian stands at 5'3''-ish, and is human. Extraordinarily ordinary. He has light brown skin with freckles dotting between his eyes and over his cheeks, and more spread over his shoulders, his back, and his arms - though not much further than that. His tousled, wavy hair is black in colour and kept shorter at the back, often falling into his face due to longer bangs. Wide eyes are a soft green-blue, with a dash of brown in the lower left corner of his right eye. He has some lean muscle, and generally wears loose cotton clothing due to the mobility they give him. His long legs are probably his most impressive feature, but his short height probably lessens the effect of that. Interestingly, the tips of his ears are slightly pointed, giving the impression that there's some faerie blood in his line. It would not be surprising, though the aura he gives off would be considered more Unseelie than Seelie, which almost entirely contradicts his personality. Personality ;; Generally considered to be a gentle person, Caspian is all gentle smiles. He's an extrovert and tends to enjoy being in the presence of others, and can probably talk to an empty room. He enjoys telling stories - whether they're truth or not has yet to be discovered. What he lacks for strength he makes up for in intelligence, a more strategic person than most believe him to be. It's quite easy to dismiss him as an air-headed ditz, but there's a keenness to his manner that suggests he's anything but. There are times where pent-up energy needs to burst out, and at those times, he's bouncy and light-mannered and quite a cheerful person, really. Pets/Guardians ;; Not quite a pet, not quite a guardian, but a sharp-eyed raven named Aoife tends to linger around him, often being fed and petted by him. Very rarely, she can be seen perched on his shoulder. Family ;; He is an orphan, and has been for his entire life, really - so it's never bothered him. He does have two older siblings (Sara ; female, and Crowe ; male), but they do not interact.
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Dec 26, 2016 23:47:41 GMT -5
Kaela Ellon Age - Looks about 23/24 Appearance- Kae is a rather short girl, standing around 5'3, she is thin and has a very distinct grace to her, she is a dancer so it is something she is trained in. Thanks to dance she is well muscled and small. Her hair is long, reaching to the middle of her back, she keeps half of it up most of the time, just to keep it out of her face. After all it is rather curly, but over the years she has learned to tame the frizziness of her hair, so she has perfect ringlet curls all over her head. Her hair is bright red orange in color. As for her eyes they are a pale icy blue, and are almost always done up with make up of some kind, from simple mascara to full eye makeup. Freckles are splashed across the bridge of her nose, under her cheeks, and shoulders. Her nose is small and like the rest of her body her features are dainty. When her full lips curve into a smile, or move in almost anyway for that matter, dimples pop up near the corners of her mouth. Her wings are a pale icy blue, near to the same color as her eyes, just a much more stark icy color
Personality- Kaela is what someone could call a prankster, she loves to play pranks on people. She never means to hurt anyone, just in good fun. Lyra is that person that gets along with all kinds of people thanks to her usually happy demeanor. Her mind is sharp, in more then just book smarts. She doesn't look like the type to be very smart nor does she come off like it at first at all. But she really is, when she wants to be that is. Her sense of humor involves a lot of sarcastic remarks and side comments, that and of course pranks. Over all she is a kind hearted girl. But her temper is a hot one. There are certain things that set her off, like danger to her loved ones, she becomes a different person. She would lay her life down for any of her friends or loved ones. Her loyalty knows no bounds. Though her temper can often get her into serious trouble when dangerous situations arise. She is a woman who stands up for herself and those she loves, this woman is very driven and doesn't give up without a fight. Pets/Guardians- A small white fox named Lulu and a big black wolf who is almost always standing over Lulu named Ash Family- She is the only daughter of Cadriel and Leila
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 1:06:35 GMT -5
Elyon swept down the marble halls, a light bounce in his steps. Currently two people, a woman and man, who were in the greeting room waiting for him and his brother. He was very excited about meeting the candidates. Well, he was excited to be able to finally have his mother off his back. While he was mature and as eldest knew that he'd become king one day, he still was reluctant to marry. However, his little brother convinced him to at least meet some candidates. So, here he was headed to the Greeting room. ' Well, it is only- I'm late!' He thought and cursed softly before sprinting towards the room.
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Septimus was already in the room, gazing at the two guests with a blank and detached look. He was rather agitated that his brother, the heir, was not here to greet their guests. It was custom after all. 'Then again, this is Elyon." Sep thought, with a mental sigh. Composing himself, he moved forward and bowed in greeting, "I apologize for the wait. My brother must have gotten distracted. I'm sure that he is on his way now," the younger of the two princes murmured.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 1:16:58 GMT -5
All too aware that he appeared to be, at present, the only human in the room, Caspian ran a hand through his hair and smiled as the Prince stepped forward, eyebrows raising and wide eyes blinking. He took a moment to rock back on his heels and glance at the woman who, he could only guess, was also here for - well, to be a suitor. Suitress? He wasn't sure.
"You seem nervous, your Highness," he said, which was an observation, and nothing more. Politeness was a second thing in his mind, his smile as gentle as ever and expression smoothed. It had been impulse to speak up, but at least he'd minded his manners! It was often that his honesty caused people to be angered with him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 2:08:59 GMT -5
Septimus arched an eyebrow at the man who spoke, taking a moment to take a closer look at him before he spoke. He noted the physical traits, such as his captivating eyes and just slightly pointed ears. The 'angel kisses' as his mother tended to call them, were sprinkled across the young man's face. A man. More man than anything else. As Septimus's... candidate? No, that sounds too much like his brother. More like... potential love interest? No, much too long and clunky. Potential lover? Well, that was a bit less clunky. This took five seconds in all for him to think, before he replied to the man in question. "I... appreciate your concern. However, I am not nervous," Septimus said, blandly. This was the truth, he was not nervous just mildly... annoyed and possibly uncomfortable, but that is not nervous!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 2:17:04 GMT -5
For a moment, Caspian simply considered it, gaze flicking upwards. He wouldn't contradict the Prince - it seemed a stupid thing to do, but he did smile a little wider, more akin to a cheerful grin, now. He jostled the bird that sat on his shoulder because she had nowhere else to go (Aoife had to keep him in her sights; she was a clingy bird), tilted his head away from her as she opened one eye and flapped one wing at him.
"Okay," he said, his tone soft, "I can accept that. I apologise if I'm speaking out of turn - like, please tell me if I am - but you don't seem entirely comfortable with having to sit through this."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 11:01:52 GMT -5
Elyon finally reached the chambers and he took a moment to even his breathing, composing himself. Then putting on a serious face, he motioned for the guards to open the doors and he swept into the room. As he entered he took note of the two guests then rather hesitantly, he glanced at his brother, who was glaring at him. 'I'd be very dead if looks could kill.' He thought, while internally wincing. Yeah, he was so going to pay for being late and having his brother be alone with the woman and man. Ah well, nothing he could do about that now. His feature still serious, he moved over to them and bowed, "Greetings, I apologize for my lateness, I can assure you that this shan't happen again." He spoke politely and stood straight and regally. His sea green eyes took a quick glance over of two creatures who would be staying at the palace, they seemed harmless and of course, they had to be somewhat trustworthy to be able to even step into the palace. Elyon then wondered about how this will go, will he find love with this woman? Or will he simply be married to a woman whom he does not love?
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Septimus was saved from saying anything as his dear brother finally entered the room. He also had no qualms about sending the other male his famous 'my glare is a promise of killing you' look, he then returned his attention to the guests. Well, he actually had his attention on the male, the one he who was going to be spending his time with. The prince found himself now a bit more curious to get to know him, after his response to what Septimus said. Not that what he even said was anything special, but somehow it did seem... important.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 11:19:35 GMT -5
It seemed that Caspian had intended to say something else, but he was stopped by the other Prince entering. He listened patiently with a dip of his head and a slight upward quirk of his eyebrow, but his smile was polite and he dipped his head in response to what the other man said before his gaze returned to the younger Prince. His slender shoulders rose minutely in a 'this is more fascinating than I thought it would be' gesture, the smile on his lips suggesting a joke that would not be said out loud.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 12:57:05 GMT -5
Elyon smiled a polite smile, acknowledging this with a slight nod. Then he cleared his throat some, still pointedly not looking at Septimus. "Ah, where are my manners? I am Prince Elyon Balthial Tzadkiel; Foremost Knight and Heir to the throne of Mevalon," he greeted and then motioned to his brother who he still avoided looking at, "And of course you met my brother prince Septimus Rasiel Tzadkiel; Foremost Scholar and 2nd in line for the Mevalon throne. Tis a pleasure to meet you both. I do hope that you have so far been treated well and if any problems arise just inform my brother or I and we will fix things," Elyon said with a slight smile. Then he finally looked at his brother, knowing it was his turn to speak and that it would look immature to not address him. That and Elyon knew that if he ignored his brother too long he really would be dead.
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Septimus watched the proceedings silently, all the while knowing that his brother was not at all wanting to face him for fear of his wrath. Then when it was his turn to speak he simply gave his elder brother and polite nod. He saw his brother's eye twitch, because he definitely knew he was in trouble now. Satisfied that he got the message through to Elyon he took his turn, "You are both honorary guests here, so you have access to all rooms and are invited to all events that take place, as long as you wish to. Also, any certain items you wish to buy will be paid by the palace staff. So you need not worry about money. Now, I believe that it is time to show you both to your chambers," he finished, then motioned for them to follow, then he and his brother walked side by side leading the two to their rooms.
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Elyon glanced at his brother by his side before speaking to their guests once more,"Your chambers are right beside each other on the second floor and across from that is our rooms, each in front of yours. So if you need us at night or any other time and we are there feel free to enter."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 13:02:34 GMT -5
Walking a little brisker than he usually would to keep up, Caspian listened attentively despite the fact that he was rather fascinated by the entire place - his gaze took in the palace as they walked and he thought, momentarily, about how it was very different from where he'd been raised.
"Thank you," he said lightly, because it felt impolite to simply say nothing. His smile remained, softened a little by his nervousness. "It's an honour to be here."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 14:13:10 GMT -5
Septimus slowed his strides, when he noticed the other male having to hurry to keep up. Then he slowed enough so that he walked beside him. "Caspian is your name, correct?" the prince question quietly. 'What do I say to him? Maybe I am more nervous than I previously thought.' He thought with a mental sigh. This shouldn't be so hard, he could easily be calm and composed when meeting with dignitaries and Lord and Lady and other Princes. But right at this very moment he felt lost.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 14:17:58 GMT -5
Relieved to be able to slow down just slightly, he shifted his shoulders to jolt Aoife awake. Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head, watching ahead while Caspian slid his gaze to the younger Prince. He smiled again, though this time was a kinder one, and he dipped his head slightly.
"Yes," he responded easily, "and this is Aoife," he gestured to his bird lightly, "and I am in Cas-pain."
His grinned at his own joke, but moved Aoife from his shoulder onto his arm, because the cloth was a little thicker there and so her claws wouldn't hurt as much.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 15:12:19 GMT -5
Septimus arched an eyebrow at the bird, then he processed what the young man said and his lips twitched into the slightest of smiles. "Aoife is quite beautiful," he said sincerely. "I have a black wolf, called Necos. I... am unsure of where he is at the moment," Septimus mused. In fact, the prince had yet to see Necos this morning. How strange. 'Well, he is around here somewhere.' He thought, not worried at all. Arriving at the chamber where Caspian would be staying he took out a silver key and unlocked it, opening the door he then stepped to the sid to let the other male in first. If it ins't to your liking we can always change it." Caspain's room- Septimus room-
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 15:17:50 GMT -5
"I'm sure she thanks you for that," Caspian laughed, watching the man open the door. He squinted his eyes closed as the bird flung herself from his arm into the room, swooping over to perch on the end-table. "Oh, wow," he blinked as he took it in. Honestly? It was more than he'd expected it to be. "It's nice," he reassured Septimus, slipping into the room and watching Aoife as she hopped from table to table, feathers ruffling. "A wolf, though," he said, turning his gaze back to the young Prince, "wolves are impressive."
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Post by liz on Dec 27, 2016 16:19:38 GMT -5
Hello!! Is there still room to join?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 18:38:27 GMT -5
(Yeah there is more room to join, Liz! )
Septimus nodded, relaxing at hearing that Caspian was satisfied with his room. "I'm glad you like it. But like I said, feel free to change it if you wish," he said once more then he nodded again, a smile touching his lips,"Yes, wolves are magnificent creatures. Very loyal." The prince gazed out of the balcony and the sky. It was a bright and warm day, just perfect to ride. Speaking of which... Septimus looked at Caspian thoughtfully, before speaking, "Do you ride, Caspian?"
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Elyon slowed as well, realizing that he was walking ridiculously fast. Spotting the white fox he grinned. "Who is this?" he asked head tilted to one said, curiosity evident. When his curiosity is feed all formalities vanish. It was something his father and mother were trying to 'fix'. After all, a king can't indulge in such acts when ruling his people or in front of guests. However, as so far their efforts have been in vain. "I have a lion, his name is Vitalis," Elyon continued, still grinning. Before he could get his answers he arrived at Kae's room and unlocked the door and stepped to the side to let her in.
Kae's room-
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 18:42:35 GMT -5
"I am happy with this room," Caspian told him, firmly but gently, as was his way. His gaze flicked to Aoife and he couldn't help but snort. "If only ravens had a concept of loyalty. I am her best friend, but she would sell me out for a small worm," as if sensing that she was being talked about, the elegant bird lifted her head and clicked her beak, flitting to the bed (in a hop, not a fly) and settling down to sleep, it seemed. "Ride," he repeated. "Yes, I do."
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Post by liz on Dec 27, 2016 18:44:12 GMT -5
Age- Is immortal. Looks 23 Appearance- Elena, though she appears slim and delicate, is quite muscular and with closer inspection, is built like a warrior. Because she is a veela, she has pale almost translucent skin that complements her bright green eyes and fiery red hair. Being known for her species' beauty, it comes as quite a surprise when one meets her for she sports many gruesome scars littering her back from her many adventures and battles. Her fiery red hair, as mentioned before, is almost always down, reaching to her lower back with thin neat braids acting almost as a crown; on special occasions, she even tucks wildflowers in these braids, though she seldom does it now. While she is the spitting image of her mother, a beautiful veela known throughout the land, Elena holds her eyes, the only physical feature inherited from her father, to be her greatest feature. Her bright green eyes are full of wonder, always curious of her surroundings while promising to know something you don't. Her eyes tend to give away her emotions, but only if she feels safe around the viewer, otherwise she tends to keep a cool and even intimidating facade. Being a veela, Elena is able to transform into a beautiful timber wolf easily and with great concentration, can shift into a swan, though she never sees a reason to.
Personality- Elena is not the trusting kind; after years of fierce battles and countless betrayals from both friends and lovers, she is slow to put her heart on the line. She may seem cold-hearted, the stories of her great and merciless fighting skills strengthening this belief shared by many. But when she does confide, she does in wholeheartedly and truthfully, making her caring, delicate side her greatest weakness. She hadn't always been this way, long ago she was a kind and loving woman, admired by many just like her mother. She was curious and adventurous and would help anyone and everyone at the chance. But when her mother passed away, Elena was left to be cared for by her father, a strong and ruthless leader who craved revenge for the brutal death of his beloved wife. He trained Elena to hide her feelings, to detach from herself to do what was necessary, and for years she did so, determined to protect her loved ones from any and all danger. But she went over her head and nearly dies on the battlefield after her father is killed and she is left to bleed out. Her near death experience is her wake up call and she realizes just how badly she wants to find herself again, the loving, caring young girl she once was; the one with the carefree smile and wild laughter that was contagious. While she is reluctant to do so, she is smart enough to realize that she needs help. But she is not a sob story, she is not the damsel in distress, she just needs to find a way to get back on her feet, what better help could she get than an angel?
Pet/Guardian/s- While many are hesitant to be close to the young woman, a stray black wolf pup has grown fond of her due to her wolf transformations, much to her unhappiness, or so she says. His name is Charlie, even if she denies naming him.
Family- Elena is the sole survivor of a proud line of veelas and powerful warriors and is a descendent of an ancient and proud royal line well forgotten over the years, but still reigning in a distant land that does not know of their sole heir.
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