Post by Lily on Nov 21, 2010 12:44:13 GMT -5
[/b]Lillian Harbord
[/center]~~~~~~ BASICS[/b]
Full Name: Lillian Harbord
Nickname(s): Lily
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Age/Birthday: 25/18th July
Member Group: Aristocracy
~~~~~~ APPEARANCE[/b]
Character Portrayal (if human): Natalie Portman
Hair: A light brown, with natural blonde highlights
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'3"
Individual Features: A small brown beauty spot on her left cheek. A couple of scars on her back from where she was burnt in the fire that killed her parents.
Physical Description (for Dragons only): N/A
~~~~~~ INFLUENCES[/b]
Family: Robert Harbord (Father, Deceased), Juliet Harbord (Mother, Deceased), William Harbord (Brother, 27)
Friends: ~
Enemies: The King, his Wife, and all those who stand by him and his decisions.
Allegiance: To the rebels.
~~~~~~ PERSONALITY[/b]
Personality: Lily has a fiery personality. She is fiesty, determinded, stubborn, headstrong, smart, and knows what she wants. She isn't afraid to fight for her beliefs and ideals, and will certainly defend her pride if someone attempts to wound it.
Likes:
~ Long, hot baths.
~ Using her bow and arrow.
~ Putting men down.
~ Music.
~ Magic and Dragons, she finds it/them fascinating.
Dislikes:
~ The King and the corrupt Aristocracy.
~ People forcing her to do things against her own will.
~ Being vulnerable.
Fears:
~ Fire.
~ Losing her brother.
~~~~~~ HISTORY[/b]
History:
Lily was born into one of the more wealthy families in the land. From birth, she was destined to be a lady of the court, married off to the wealthiest man that would have her, and live the high life. In her early years though, she spent a lot of time on the family estate with her brother, playing and joining in on his fighting lessons whenever she could. It wasn't that she didn't like the dresses, but she much preferred using her brother for target practice than acting proper.
When she was twelve, her life was turned upside down. The King believed that Robert Harbord, her father, was leading the rebels against him, so ordered his men to kill Robert and his family, quickly and quietly. The men set fire to the family home, intending for it to look like an accident, assuming that all the family would perish. William was awake, and having smelt the smoke, got himself and Lily out, burnt but in one piece. Their parents didn't make it out alive.
William and Lily were taken into the castle, and given quarters there, but they both knew the truth, what the King had done. They looked after each other as best they could, and swore that one day, they would see the King got the justice he deserved for what he had done.
Random Facts:
~ Can fire arrows from a bow with pin-point accuracy.
~ Is skilled with a one handed sword.
~ Loves her brother more than anyone, even if he used to push her around and tease her as a child. He is one of the only ones who can give her counsel that she will listen to, and possibly follow.
~~~~~~ PLAYER[/b]
Name: Becky
Age: 20
RP Experience: 8 years.
Any Other Characters? Tanzir
RP Sample:
A cloud of white mist blew from Tanzir's mouth and swirled up in front of his face. It was a cold night, the coldest it had been in a long while - it was clear that winter was rolling in. And yet, here Tanzir walked, with merely his tattered leather jacket to keep the chilly breeze off his back. His shirt was torn, but obscured the war wounds across his chest. His trousers and boots were adequate and still in one piece despite their overuse. The temperature or lack of layers did not bother Tanzir, his blood ran hot, much warmer than any human - because he wasn't human.
His original intention for coming into the Whispering Woods tonight had been to shed the human skin that he had worn for so long and be free for a little while, till the sun rose anyway. But he found himself hesitant. Pretending to be human had become second nature to him in all the time he had been hiding. There was no one around for acres and yet he still feared being discovered. In some ways, he deserved whatever was coming to him, the persecution he faced from his own race and the humans, but he honestly hoped that someday he would be forgiven, and that maybe he could be live again.
Coming to a halt, the breeze that licked at his face carried the sound of sweet music to ears. The trees around him had felt his magic and were welcoming him there, enticing him to stay. With a slow breath, he closed his eyes. He would do as they wanted, stay for a while. They wouldn't judge him, they merely craved company, just like he did. His voice rumbled into life from his throat, the soft tenor folds of his voice keeping tune with the music that filled his senses, his humming being carried back to the trees that, for now, would be his only comfort, his only friends.
Crunch.
Everything fell silent and Tanzir swivelled on his heel, seeking out the source that caused the twig to snap. "Who's there?" he growled.
Spiritus Draco: Gosh! That's toasty!
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