Post by luxon on Dec 2, 2008 21:41:47 GMT -5
Name: Lon Kelea
Age: 23
Mature Adult: Yes
Gender: Female
Species: Cerulean
Placement: Sea
Alignment: Good
Appearance: Lon is a member of a waterborne species of humanoid mammals from another world. 5’1” in height, her appearance is like that of a small human woman, well-muscled with a heart-shaped facial structure, but her skin is completely hairless and of the light blue color from which her species derives its name, her fingers and toes are webbed and sharply clawed with her feet being shaped more like a second pair of hands, and a long tail extends a few feet behind her. Fish-like fins run along the back of her forearms, a larger dorsal fin runs down her tail, and a small pair of fins extends from the backs of her ears. Her black eyes are almond-shaped and rather large in proportion, looking a bit alien to those used to human eyes. She normally wears a vest and skirt made of turtle skin and decorated with coral over her upper torso and around her waist, and a pair of bracers and leggings made of steel on her forearms and forelegs which open around the fins. Attached to her bracers on the opposite side from the fin is a pair of retractable blades.
Personality: Lon is both the rightful queen of her people and an ambitious young warrior. Though she spurns such flaws as material greed and arrogance, her pride and honor come before everything else. This often spurs her into pursuits which place her survival in jeopardy. She does know the danger of this lifestyle, but accepts it on the grounds that the way of the warrior is the pursuit of death. She will show respect even to her enemies, but she will brook no insult and will pursue glory in battle for its own sake. She is approachable, however, and will generally not attack another outside of battle unless provoked.
Magical Abilities: Lon possesses a small degree of mental magic which can be put to exactly two uses. The first is telepathy, her primary means of communication, by which she can establish a direct mental connection with other creatures, allowing word-oriented thoughts to be sent deliberately between them. The second is the ability to project telekinetic force through her own body and anything she is touching, allowing her to move it with the strength of her mind, usually in order to increase the amount of force her muscles can exert.
Physical Abilities: Compared to a human, Lon is extremely strong and agile in the water as well as being quite resistant to damage, and is able to swim at a speed of about 40 miles per hour. Her fins, designed to cut through the water and reduce its resistance as she swims through it, are also sharp enough to cut flesh, as are her claws and teeth, and she is skilled at using these things in combat. Her primary weapon, however, is the pair of blades attached to her bracers, designed to be used for piercing or slashing attacks. She can also walk on land about as well as a human can swim in water.
Disadvantages: Lon has no long-ranged fighting abilities, and therefore must close the distance between herself and an enemy to cause any damage. She is also not armored, as armor would make movement in the water difficult. Because she breathes air, she must come up to the surface or find an underwater pocket of air once every six hours to avoid drowning. Telepathy is limited to 500 feet, and she cannot connect with more than 5 creatures at a time. Her telekinesis requires her to be in contact with the object and can only be used to move it, not to damage it directly, though it can be used to increase the amount of damage caused by a strike from the object being moved. On land, she does not do as well, as keeping her balance requires more of her concentration. (A voluntary OOC restriction will keep her from entering land-only forums.)
History:
The Cerulean are a race of aquatic humanoids that evolved on an oceanic world known as Tyral. Their cities and villages are most often found on the numerous islands and archipelagos that dot the endless waters of that world, but outposts can also be found in the deepest reaches of the ocean floor. Their warriors, mainly by necessity, traditionally wear little to no armor, relying on their speed and natural toughness to avoid injury, and normally fight with weapons such as Lon’s that are worn rather than held so that their hands remain free for swimming.
Lon was the born heir to the throne of this race, destined to lead them in battle against the monsters of the seas. For this, she was trained from her earliest days in the ways of war, mastering the strategies and tactics of command and the use of her line’s traditional weapon, the trident, in personal combat. At the age of 20, after successfully completing her training and proving her worthiness, Lon was officially recognized as an imperial warrior and given her own military command as a ranking general.
A year later, both her mother and father fell in battle against a swarm of the menace known as the Tych, an ancestral enemy of the Cerulean which they have fought above all else to keep confined to the farthest reaches of the Deep. Rule then immediately passed to Lon, but because of her young age, her grasp on the reins of power was tenuous ever since, with many emboldened enough to think of bringing about her fall for their own gain.
On the second annual celebration of Lon’s coronation, a faction of the traitors made their move. While Lon and a procession of her chief retainers and elite guards made their way down the main street of her capital, they were ambushed by her betrayers and their followers and slaughtered to a man with the exception of Lon herself. Lon’s life was spared because the traitors didn’t want her blood on their hands, but they still intended to dispose of her.
For this purpose, Lon was taken to the depths of an abyss known as the Swirling Trench, named for the swirling movement of the water which continually drained into a planar rift at the bottom. This rift was said to send those who entered it to a random place somewhere else in the cosmos, so the chances of ever returning from it were slim to none. And so, into this rift Lon was thrown. And in unknown waters on an unknown world, she emerged.
Family and Close Friends:
Tiras Kelea- Father (deceased)
Maka Kelea- Mother (deceased)
Special Desire: She hopes to someday find a way back to her world.
Extras: None at the moment.
In Character Entrance to Draan:
With a bright flash of light, she found herself spewed out into the new waters. She immediately turned and tried to swim back, but the rush of water that had shot forth with her continued to carry her along, and the portal that had brought her had disappeared long before she could reach it. Disappointment and a growing sense of despair struck her first, then the realization that the air had been knocked from her lungs. Panic began to take hold, and Lon glanced around frantically for some sign to point her to the surface. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too far away...
After a long moment of uncertainty, Lon’s eyes came into focus and she made out the shimmer of light that marked where the waves met the air above. Then, wasting no time, she began to move. No matter how sore her muscles were, she had to reach the air before it was too late.
It was a long, hard swim, with the fatal urge growing to open her mouth to gasp for breath where there was no air to breath. Her chest grew sore, unused to being completely empty, but the need to live was more important than that right now.
Finally, Lon’s face sprang up out of the water, and she gasped in a deep breath of new air. Then she let it out again and took in another breath, more slowly this time. She then turned over and rested back, closing her eyes as she floated in place, but continued listening intently for the sound of anything approaching through the water. She could only hope nothing predatory would come right now, for although her blades were given back to her when she was sent through the portal, she was rather badly injured from her treatment while being held captive, and the jolt of the rift had aggravated her wounds. Fighting off an attacker now would be rather difficult, and also quite unpleasant.
Age: 23
Mature Adult: Yes
Gender: Female
Species: Cerulean
Placement: Sea
Alignment: Good
Appearance: Lon is a member of a waterborne species of humanoid mammals from another world. 5’1” in height, her appearance is like that of a small human woman, well-muscled with a heart-shaped facial structure, but her skin is completely hairless and of the light blue color from which her species derives its name, her fingers and toes are webbed and sharply clawed with her feet being shaped more like a second pair of hands, and a long tail extends a few feet behind her. Fish-like fins run along the back of her forearms, a larger dorsal fin runs down her tail, and a small pair of fins extends from the backs of her ears. Her black eyes are almond-shaped and rather large in proportion, looking a bit alien to those used to human eyes. She normally wears a vest and skirt made of turtle skin and decorated with coral over her upper torso and around her waist, and a pair of bracers and leggings made of steel on her forearms and forelegs which open around the fins. Attached to her bracers on the opposite side from the fin is a pair of retractable blades.
Personality: Lon is both the rightful queen of her people and an ambitious young warrior. Though she spurns such flaws as material greed and arrogance, her pride and honor come before everything else. This often spurs her into pursuits which place her survival in jeopardy. She does know the danger of this lifestyle, but accepts it on the grounds that the way of the warrior is the pursuit of death. She will show respect even to her enemies, but she will brook no insult and will pursue glory in battle for its own sake. She is approachable, however, and will generally not attack another outside of battle unless provoked.
Magical Abilities: Lon possesses a small degree of mental magic which can be put to exactly two uses. The first is telepathy, her primary means of communication, by which she can establish a direct mental connection with other creatures, allowing word-oriented thoughts to be sent deliberately between them. The second is the ability to project telekinetic force through her own body and anything she is touching, allowing her to move it with the strength of her mind, usually in order to increase the amount of force her muscles can exert.
Physical Abilities: Compared to a human, Lon is extremely strong and agile in the water as well as being quite resistant to damage, and is able to swim at a speed of about 40 miles per hour. Her fins, designed to cut through the water and reduce its resistance as she swims through it, are also sharp enough to cut flesh, as are her claws and teeth, and she is skilled at using these things in combat. Her primary weapon, however, is the pair of blades attached to her bracers, designed to be used for piercing or slashing attacks. She can also walk on land about as well as a human can swim in water.
Disadvantages: Lon has no long-ranged fighting abilities, and therefore must close the distance between herself and an enemy to cause any damage. She is also not armored, as armor would make movement in the water difficult. Because she breathes air, she must come up to the surface or find an underwater pocket of air once every six hours to avoid drowning. Telepathy is limited to 500 feet, and she cannot connect with more than 5 creatures at a time. Her telekinesis requires her to be in contact with the object and can only be used to move it, not to damage it directly, though it can be used to increase the amount of damage caused by a strike from the object being moved. On land, she does not do as well, as keeping her balance requires more of her concentration. (A voluntary OOC restriction will keep her from entering land-only forums.)
History:
The Cerulean are a race of aquatic humanoids that evolved on an oceanic world known as Tyral. Their cities and villages are most often found on the numerous islands and archipelagos that dot the endless waters of that world, but outposts can also be found in the deepest reaches of the ocean floor. Their warriors, mainly by necessity, traditionally wear little to no armor, relying on their speed and natural toughness to avoid injury, and normally fight with weapons such as Lon’s that are worn rather than held so that their hands remain free for swimming.
Lon was the born heir to the throne of this race, destined to lead them in battle against the monsters of the seas. For this, she was trained from her earliest days in the ways of war, mastering the strategies and tactics of command and the use of her line’s traditional weapon, the trident, in personal combat. At the age of 20, after successfully completing her training and proving her worthiness, Lon was officially recognized as an imperial warrior and given her own military command as a ranking general.
A year later, both her mother and father fell in battle against a swarm of the menace known as the Tych, an ancestral enemy of the Cerulean which they have fought above all else to keep confined to the farthest reaches of the Deep. Rule then immediately passed to Lon, but because of her young age, her grasp on the reins of power was tenuous ever since, with many emboldened enough to think of bringing about her fall for their own gain.
On the second annual celebration of Lon’s coronation, a faction of the traitors made their move. While Lon and a procession of her chief retainers and elite guards made their way down the main street of her capital, they were ambushed by her betrayers and their followers and slaughtered to a man with the exception of Lon herself. Lon’s life was spared because the traitors didn’t want her blood on their hands, but they still intended to dispose of her.
For this purpose, Lon was taken to the depths of an abyss known as the Swirling Trench, named for the swirling movement of the water which continually drained into a planar rift at the bottom. This rift was said to send those who entered it to a random place somewhere else in the cosmos, so the chances of ever returning from it were slim to none. And so, into this rift Lon was thrown. And in unknown waters on an unknown world, she emerged.
Family and Close Friends:
Tiras Kelea- Father (deceased)
Maka Kelea- Mother (deceased)
Special Desire: She hopes to someday find a way back to her world.
Extras: None at the moment.
In Character Entrance to Draan:
With a bright flash of light, she found herself spewed out into the new waters. She immediately turned and tried to swim back, but the rush of water that had shot forth with her continued to carry her along, and the portal that had brought her had disappeared long before she could reach it. Disappointment and a growing sense of despair struck her first, then the realization that the air had been knocked from her lungs. Panic began to take hold, and Lon glanced around frantically for some sign to point her to the surface. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too far away...
After a long moment of uncertainty, Lon’s eyes came into focus and she made out the shimmer of light that marked where the waves met the air above. Then, wasting no time, she began to move. No matter how sore her muscles were, she had to reach the air before it was too late.
It was a long, hard swim, with the fatal urge growing to open her mouth to gasp for breath where there was no air to breath. Her chest grew sore, unused to being completely empty, but the need to live was more important than that right now.
Finally, Lon’s face sprang up out of the water, and she gasped in a deep breath of new air. Then she let it out again and took in another breath, more slowly this time. She then turned over and rested back, closing her eyes as she floated in place, but continued listening intently for the sound of anything approaching through the water. She could only hope nothing predatory would come right now, for although her blades were given back to her when she was sent through the portal, she was rather badly injured from her treatment while being held captive, and the jolt of the rift had aggravated her wounds. Fighting off an attacker now would be rather difficult, and also quite unpleasant.
