Post by Le Lumineux on Sept 15, 2007 20:22:13 GMT -5
Name: Ophira Naysa Kiele
Gender: Female
Nickname(s): “Le Lumineux Eternity”
“Ombragé”
“Le Foncé”
“Dark Eye”
Race: Fairy
Age: 17,000
Favorite/Best Power(s): Ophira controls shadows. She can make them part, dissipate, or create them; she can even make herself a shadow, perhaps why she makes a grand assassin and can easily get away with stolen goods. Ophira can also cause other creatures to experience hallucinations, but only if they’re especially weak-minded.
Mate/Spouse: None. Let it be known that she would prefer to keep it that way.
Family/Ancestry: None that she knows of, other than her adoptive sister, Nissa.
Titles/Affiliations: Refugee
Personality: Ophira is a first class liar. You could take a lie detector, and if it was sunny outside, she could lie to you that it was raining and the device wouldn’t sense any changes in pulse of the slightest extent. She’s generally secretive and very learned – don’t expect her to be completely honest. If you might consider her a friend, she could consider you her greatest enemy. Ophira is a master of mind games and it doesn’t show all of the time – she prefers to make her prey assume she’s harmless before proving them entirely wrong – and usually by the time they catch on, it’s far, far too late.
Besides being a first class thief, Ophira never trusts anyone the minute she meets him or her. She might put on a show, a fake performance to garner information about them, but rarely is she ever honest about these things. Outside of this constant lookout for new information, however, Ophira is the type of person that only responds if it’s necessary and, if you manage to get her to trust you (which is doubtful, considering she’s been alive for 17,000 years and only trusts one person who’s now deceased), you’ll find that she’s a very sarcastic, amused type of person that is quite sensible.
Physical Description: Ophira has white hair, and has had the color since birth. Just one of those Fairy things, and not exactly something she’s proud of, seeing as she controls shadows and it hasn’t exactly aided her in hiding. Ophira’s skin is practically glowing, being extremely pale, and along with the fact that she’s a Fairy, she has the pale light of magic constantly emanating from her body, another factor that slows her when she’s trying to hunt something down. Her lampistras are the color of seashells under dawn – that is, pale gray bordering blue.
Ophira’s face is sculpted, making her look somewhat exotic; her cheekbones are sort of high, and her mouth is set in a curved line that’s pointed upwards slightly. Her ears are long and pointed, somewhat like the elves, and her form is filled out – she isn’t skinny or fat by any means, rather perfectly normal shape-wise. Her height is desirable - she’s taller than some, shorter than few - a bit in-between.
Ophira simply wears a black cloak, covering all of her form, plus the hood that covers her fair face. That’s all she seems to wear, though if you, against all odds, managed to pull off the cloak, you’d be greeted by a simple, white dress. Her wings are white, and pale – they’re barely visible.
History: The sun was glowing down on the creek, bringing out the shimmers of the water as the lights danced across the liquid. A rustle of grass and a pair of bare feet raced across the ground raised above the creek, which was flicking little droplets everywhere. The shuffle of the feet reached the creek, and they splashed into the shallow water, sending sprays every which way. The tanned feet reached the other end of the water, and they hopped out – the legs were long and thin, and reaching the legs’ knees was a white material, waving around carelessly in the chilly breeze. The figure’s waist was also covered by the thin, white material, which happened to be a dress. It was a female, an elf, a young adult – and her hair was dark black, but very short, reaching the nape of her neck. Her eyes were medium-sized, brown, and for whatever reason she was running – and there was something held in her arms.
The figure in the elf’s arms looked to be the size of a small child, and the black-haired elf was panting – maybe because the bundle in her arms was bleeding ferociously. She stumbled over logs and rocks, desperately trying to get to wherever she was going before the female in her arms died. “Hey, don’t die, you stupid fairy!” she urged, her panting breaths forming into deep ones as she finally crashed to her knees in front of a log house, placing the little girl on the grass as she raced inside the house, door crashing closed.
It was silent for a moment before the door opened again, and the elf raced out, a bunch of bandages in her arms as she collapsed next to the small fairy and got to work.
“Hey! Don’t die – you hear me?!” demanded the elf, hands fumbling with the bandages as she began to wrap the bleeding fairy’s side. Her hands were covered in blood, but she still worked, panting in feverish worry.
---
“Mmuhhh…” muttered a voice. Her vision was blurred, and her side desperately ached – but she was alive. “Thank the gods!” cried another voice. The confused and in pain fairy tried to look around frantically for whoever was speaking, but it hurt too much. “Who are you? Where am I? What happened?” asked the fairy. She was lying on a comfy bed, and a face came into her line of vision. It was an elf, it looked like – and her hair was black, down around the nape of her neck, her eyes brown. “You were bleeding. I saved you, fairy girl. Why don’t you tell me what happened? You owe me an apology! I found you on the ground, bleeding half to death.”
The fairy on the bed blinked. “I’m sorry … but I don’t know. I think I lost my memory.” She explained, shifting gingerly. “Ah … well … okay. What’s your name? Mine’s Nissa.” Explained the adultish elf, offering a weak smile.
“I’m Ophira. You can just call me Lumineux.” Explained the fairy, a childish smile on her face.
“…Okay.”
Ophira lost her memory when she was a small fairy, and the only thing she remembers of her childhood is being rescued by Nissa. Sadly, her adoptive sister was murdered in a raid a while after they found each other – she managed to escape and ever since then, has trusted no one. Awhile after she escaped from the murderers, she became an urchin on the Queen’s streets and, since when being with Nissa, discovered she could control shadows, even become one, and easily got away with food and clothes, even shelter. As she grew older, she became much more learned and eventually joined the Sanguine Revenge. When most of the members were wiped out, she went into hiding.
For now, Ophira simply wanders around Forinasi, making ends meet to the best of her abilities, which serve her well.
Gender: Female
Nickname(s): “Le Lumineux Eternity”
“Ombragé”
“Le Foncé”
“Dark Eye”
Race: Fairy
Age: 17,000
Favorite/Best Power(s): Ophira controls shadows. She can make them part, dissipate, or create them; she can even make herself a shadow, perhaps why she makes a grand assassin and can easily get away with stolen goods. Ophira can also cause other creatures to experience hallucinations, but only if they’re especially weak-minded.
Mate/Spouse: None. Let it be known that she would prefer to keep it that way.
Family/Ancestry: None that she knows of, other than her adoptive sister, Nissa.
Titles/Affiliations: Refugee
Personality: Ophira is a first class liar. You could take a lie detector, and if it was sunny outside, she could lie to you that it was raining and the device wouldn’t sense any changes in pulse of the slightest extent. She’s generally secretive and very learned – don’t expect her to be completely honest. If you might consider her a friend, she could consider you her greatest enemy. Ophira is a master of mind games and it doesn’t show all of the time – she prefers to make her prey assume she’s harmless before proving them entirely wrong – and usually by the time they catch on, it’s far, far too late.
Besides being a first class thief, Ophira never trusts anyone the minute she meets him or her. She might put on a show, a fake performance to garner information about them, but rarely is she ever honest about these things. Outside of this constant lookout for new information, however, Ophira is the type of person that only responds if it’s necessary and, if you manage to get her to trust you (which is doubtful, considering she’s been alive for 17,000 years and only trusts one person who’s now deceased), you’ll find that she’s a very sarcastic, amused type of person that is quite sensible.
Physical Description: Ophira has white hair, and has had the color since birth. Just one of those Fairy things, and not exactly something she’s proud of, seeing as she controls shadows and it hasn’t exactly aided her in hiding. Ophira’s skin is practically glowing, being extremely pale, and along with the fact that she’s a Fairy, she has the pale light of magic constantly emanating from her body, another factor that slows her when she’s trying to hunt something down. Her lampistras are the color of seashells under dawn – that is, pale gray bordering blue.
Ophira’s face is sculpted, making her look somewhat exotic; her cheekbones are sort of high, and her mouth is set in a curved line that’s pointed upwards slightly. Her ears are long and pointed, somewhat like the elves, and her form is filled out – she isn’t skinny or fat by any means, rather perfectly normal shape-wise. Her height is desirable - she’s taller than some, shorter than few - a bit in-between.
Ophira simply wears a black cloak, covering all of her form, plus the hood that covers her fair face. That’s all she seems to wear, though if you, against all odds, managed to pull off the cloak, you’d be greeted by a simple, white dress. Her wings are white, and pale – they’re barely visible.
History: The sun was glowing down on the creek, bringing out the shimmers of the water as the lights danced across the liquid. A rustle of grass and a pair of bare feet raced across the ground raised above the creek, which was flicking little droplets everywhere. The shuffle of the feet reached the creek, and they splashed into the shallow water, sending sprays every which way. The tanned feet reached the other end of the water, and they hopped out – the legs were long and thin, and reaching the legs’ knees was a white material, waving around carelessly in the chilly breeze. The figure’s waist was also covered by the thin, white material, which happened to be a dress. It was a female, an elf, a young adult – and her hair was dark black, but very short, reaching the nape of her neck. Her eyes were medium-sized, brown, and for whatever reason she was running – and there was something held in her arms.
The figure in the elf’s arms looked to be the size of a small child, and the black-haired elf was panting – maybe because the bundle in her arms was bleeding ferociously. She stumbled over logs and rocks, desperately trying to get to wherever she was going before the female in her arms died. “Hey, don’t die, you stupid fairy!” she urged, her panting breaths forming into deep ones as she finally crashed to her knees in front of a log house, placing the little girl on the grass as she raced inside the house, door crashing closed.
It was silent for a moment before the door opened again, and the elf raced out, a bunch of bandages in her arms as she collapsed next to the small fairy and got to work.
“Hey! Don’t die – you hear me?!” demanded the elf, hands fumbling with the bandages as she began to wrap the bleeding fairy’s side. Her hands were covered in blood, but she still worked, panting in feverish worry.
---
“Mmuhhh…” muttered a voice. Her vision was blurred, and her side desperately ached – but she was alive. “Thank the gods!” cried another voice. The confused and in pain fairy tried to look around frantically for whoever was speaking, but it hurt too much. “Who are you? Where am I? What happened?” asked the fairy. She was lying on a comfy bed, and a face came into her line of vision. It was an elf, it looked like – and her hair was black, down around the nape of her neck, her eyes brown. “You were bleeding. I saved you, fairy girl. Why don’t you tell me what happened? You owe me an apology! I found you on the ground, bleeding half to death.”
The fairy on the bed blinked. “I’m sorry … but I don’t know. I think I lost my memory.” She explained, shifting gingerly. “Ah … well … okay. What’s your name? Mine’s Nissa.” Explained the adultish elf, offering a weak smile.
“I’m Ophira. You can just call me Lumineux.” Explained the fairy, a childish smile on her face.
“…Okay.”
Ophira lost her memory when she was a small fairy, and the only thing she remembers of her childhood is being rescued by Nissa. Sadly, her adoptive sister was murdered in a raid a while after they found each other – she managed to escape and ever since then, has trusted no one. Awhile after she escaped from the murderers, she became an urchin on the Queen’s streets and, since when being with Nissa, discovered she could control shadows, even become one, and easily got away with food and clothes, even shelter. As she grew older, she became much more learned and eventually joined the Sanguine Revenge. When most of the members were wiped out, she went into hiding.
For now, Ophira simply wanders around Forinasi, making ends meet to the best of her abilities, which serve her well.