Post by Serafina Pekkala on Jan 17, 2008 19:18:51 GMT -5
Name: Serafina Pekkala
Age: Over 300 years
Gender: Female
Race: The Witch Queen of Lake Enara
Homeworld: Lyra’s world
Weapons: An divinely carved bow from which she accurately fires her piercing and deadly arrows.
Appearance:
Though Serafina is many hundreds of years old, her appearance is that of a ravishing young woman. Elegant and beautiful, one would be surprised that see that her profile can often be wild, her dark and glossy hair scaling down her back in unruly curls that are left to flow free in the breeze. Her eyes are the brightest emerald that glitter and shine in even the darkest of shadows, altering between green and sapphire depending on the strength of the sheens of sunlight that grace her in an almost ethereal light. Like the majority of witches, to the eye of a mortal she can be a cause for fascination and though a painting could not express her appeal, it is being around her person that one could notice the true magnificence and charisma that flows with her every breath. Far from perfection, though graceful and charming, unlike those that stray so commonly through their world, she is one of few mysteries.
Serafina is rather tall, her build slim but strong. Her body is toned through the circumstances from whence she lives, her limbs generally quite long and built for combat. Though this said, her features often dwarf those of other females and though she is the epitome of femininenity though is a rather masculine side to her in consequence.
Clad in clothes that are simple and gentle and placid lilac in colour, they enable flight with ease and ready her for any battle which crosses her path. She dresses in material that resembles a tunic or a finely made dress, her skirts floating graciously in mid-flight or even combat. Her feet appear bare beneath the material that offers her concealment until she is ready to reveal her true powers in all their glory, her clothing appearing to erupt like a fluttering butterfly. Her skin is pale and porcelain-like but not unblemished. Freckles are flurried about her skin adding to the picture of youth that she displays. Despite the immaturity that resounds from her facade only, her charisma speaks like a million volumes echoing wisdom.
Personality:
Serafina is known for her outstanding bravery and determination. To a human she appears astute and perspicacious with her knowledge that spans centuries. Eagerly throwing herself in battle and harm’s way for what she strongly believes in, she is self sacrificial and perpetually loyal to those she swears herself to though first and foremost she owes her clan the greatest respect and allegiance as their Queen. The Witch clan could be described as fearless and herself likewise, but this would not be a truth. Fear can enrapture even the most dazzling heart and Serafina is no exception. The years of her life have taught her to behold all that shakes her boundaries and control herself through the most challenging of times, though her courage could not be described as unyielding. In certain aspects she is intensely weak, shedding tears for her regrets as aplenty as the snowflakes that fall around her in the solitude of the north.
Her heart can easily be touched and toyed with, her desire for the beautiful insufferable in it’s ways. Though Witches lives are best lived solitary, again and again Serafina will plunge into a painful circumstance willingly, falling for those that are bound by humanity. Her greatest and most dangerous weakness is the men that walk among her. It is not difficult for her to surrender her heart to those that she is fully aware she will parted from in a time that is hardly a breath away from her.
As a Witch she is not bound by the beliefs are the church and is very opinionated on their practises. Considering them harsh, she prefers to distance herself from their society though will speak openly of these injustices if asked. Hearing of rather revolting treatment of their followers, she seeks only her clan’s judgement on what action should be taken if any and if they will beneficial to those she cares for. But Serafina knows, like all others that a war is coming and they must take a side.
Throughout her negative aspects and the good, overall she is a passionate Witch with a virtuous and loving heart.
History:
With a history that is shrouded mostly in mystery, there are a few accounts in particular that shaped Serafina’s destiny and countenance. It is said that to become a Witch a young woman must take on a horrendous task. From a young age, she beckoned herself with all her might to complete what must be done. Separating herself from her dæmon in a desperately excruciating act, she was in turn able to join the clans and travel further from Kaisa than one could have considered possible. Many a time a battle was fought for supremacy, the years passed like months in her mind and she was blessed with a status of a ruler amongst those she knew. Witches have generally kept to themselves, preferring only to interfere with outside causes when there has been no other choice, though mêlées have taken place many times between opposing clans.
In a prominent moment in her life, Serafina was attacked by another witch’s Dæmon, an immense bird much like a scarlet flame in colour. Though she fought back, she was overwhelmed and very nearly lost all hope. A man below saw the struggle, shooting it down and successfully rescuing Serafina. Immediately her heart stirred at the sight of him, blessed by his kindness. This was man Farder Coram, a member of the Gyptians. She fell deeply in love with him and spent a happy and joyous time at his side, even leaving her own destiny to remain at his side. After bearing her child, he became ill and died of a strange disease. Swallowed by grief and unable to continue their union under the canopy of so many agonising memories, Serafina left him never to return though her heart would often seek his. Taking her mantle as Clan-Queen, she spent her time in the company of those that she naturally belonged with, though never did she learn to keep her heart locked away from prying eyes.
Other: Serafina is learned in herb lore like those of her kind, often sending the results of her potions to those I need, acting out spells in particular occasions, especially when she is surrounded by those that are likewise to her.
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Dæmon Name:Kaisa
Dæmon Animal: A goose
Dæmon Appearance:
Ample and grey and with a colossal wingspan. Most noticable is the halo of pure white that surrounds Kaisa's head. On the ground he is delicate and gentle looking, unassuming without a single air of mystery besides from the bizarre governing air that causes him to materialize as one that holds a strict feeling of authority over those he meets. The tips of his feathers are decorated with cascading blade feathers that follow his features in a circular motion, subtly loosing their colour as the travel further up his body. His eyes are naturally black, but with a myseterious line of ocean blue that lines them. With a sharp beak of pale auburn, his look is completed. Like his Witch that precedes him, a undomesticated but sophisticated exterior.
Dæmon Personality:
It must be explained that Kaisa is not regulated like any other Dæmon would be. The rules that bind others living with their Dæmon did not apply in the case of witches. As a result he can travel long distances from Serafina, eager to seek out beneficial information or to converse with those that she cannot reach. To a person that is not used to such companionship, it can be intense and terrifying conducting a meeting with him.
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Role Play Sample:
Serafina could hear the call of her Dæmon a mile off, distress reigning over his thoughts, beckoning her to answer his plea. Her awareness had been piqued only hours before when her clan had not returned from the snow topped mountains through which they had travelled with ease many a time before. Suspecting the heated anxiety of a ferocious battle not far from where she stood gazing with stunned interest, gathering her weapons about her person in swift movements as the snow settled about her, adorning the land with bitter and unyielding ice. With a sharp look to the sky that was becoming grey with the emergence of a storm, she rushed into the sky with a single fluid movement as the trails of her skirts floated behind her like leaves in a hurricane. She could feel the air around her was growing colder though her expression showed no sign of perceiving it. The weather would often grace her curiosity though never did it cause her inconvenience. It was often a misconception that Witches could not feel, but for the love and intensity that burned through her heart, she strongly disagreed with every fibre of her being.
She travelled with the utmost speed as the breeze hurtled past her with passion. A bird she flew and those that might have watched her form from below could have well mistaken her shadow as one. Her keen eyes could already see Kaisa flittering in the distance, many filthy shapes surging and tumbling about him in violent confrontation. There was a momentary connection between herself and her Dæmon as he caught site of her, rushing towards her on the velocity of his drawn wings. A pale goose bounded before her, speaking in hurried tones. Serafina did not have to hear him speak to know what was wrong. She could already see their vulture like appearance and penetrating claws flashing viciously in the distance even through their shrouded appearance.
“Cliff-ghasts”.
The contact was broken almost immediately with a nod in reply from Serafina. Her companions sought her help and if it led to her death she would answer. Unslinging her bow in preparation, she whipped out an arrow with glorious subtlety, drawing the string and narrowing her eyes as she released it. The arrow flew through the air like a thunderbolt, piercing through the body of her companies’ assailant. She met the looks of her kind in assurance, their own eyes flashing in defiance against their attackers.
There was no wasting time; Serafina charged forth angrilly, her arrows sweeping through the air furiously as the looked for the flesh of those that they sought.
Death Note
Age: Over 300 years
Gender: Female
Race: The Witch Queen of Lake Enara
Homeworld: Lyra’s world
Weapons: An divinely carved bow from which she accurately fires her piercing and deadly arrows.
Appearance:
Though Serafina is many hundreds of years old, her appearance is that of a ravishing young woman. Elegant and beautiful, one would be surprised that see that her profile can often be wild, her dark and glossy hair scaling down her back in unruly curls that are left to flow free in the breeze. Her eyes are the brightest emerald that glitter and shine in even the darkest of shadows, altering between green and sapphire depending on the strength of the sheens of sunlight that grace her in an almost ethereal light. Like the majority of witches, to the eye of a mortal she can be a cause for fascination and though a painting could not express her appeal, it is being around her person that one could notice the true magnificence and charisma that flows with her every breath. Far from perfection, though graceful and charming, unlike those that stray so commonly through their world, she is one of few mysteries.
Serafina is rather tall, her build slim but strong. Her body is toned through the circumstances from whence she lives, her limbs generally quite long and built for combat. Though this said, her features often dwarf those of other females and though she is the epitome of femininenity though is a rather masculine side to her in consequence.
Clad in clothes that are simple and gentle and placid lilac in colour, they enable flight with ease and ready her for any battle which crosses her path. She dresses in material that resembles a tunic or a finely made dress, her skirts floating graciously in mid-flight or even combat. Her feet appear bare beneath the material that offers her concealment until she is ready to reveal her true powers in all their glory, her clothing appearing to erupt like a fluttering butterfly. Her skin is pale and porcelain-like but not unblemished. Freckles are flurried about her skin adding to the picture of youth that she displays. Despite the immaturity that resounds from her facade only, her charisma speaks like a million volumes echoing wisdom.
Personality:
Serafina is known for her outstanding bravery and determination. To a human she appears astute and perspicacious with her knowledge that spans centuries. Eagerly throwing herself in battle and harm’s way for what she strongly believes in, she is self sacrificial and perpetually loyal to those she swears herself to though first and foremost she owes her clan the greatest respect and allegiance as their Queen. The Witch clan could be described as fearless and herself likewise, but this would not be a truth. Fear can enrapture even the most dazzling heart and Serafina is no exception. The years of her life have taught her to behold all that shakes her boundaries and control herself through the most challenging of times, though her courage could not be described as unyielding. In certain aspects she is intensely weak, shedding tears for her regrets as aplenty as the snowflakes that fall around her in the solitude of the north.
Her heart can easily be touched and toyed with, her desire for the beautiful insufferable in it’s ways. Though Witches lives are best lived solitary, again and again Serafina will plunge into a painful circumstance willingly, falling for those that are bound by humanity. Her greatest and most dangerous weakness is the men that walk among her. It is not difficult for her to surrender her heart to those that she is fully aware she will parted from in a time that is hardly a breath away from her.
As a Witch she is not bound by the beliefs are the church and is very opinionated on their practises. Considering them harsh, she prefers to distance herself from their society though will speak openly of these injustices if asked. Hearing of rather revolting treatment of their followers, she seeks only her clan’s judgement on what action should be taken if any and if they will beneficial to those she cares for. But Serafina knows, like all others that a war is coming and they must take a side.
Throughout her negative aspects and the good, overall she is a passionate Witch with a virtuous and loving heart.
History:
With a history that is shrouded mostly in mystery, there are a few accounts in particular that shaped Serafina’s destiny and countenance. It is said that to become a Witch a young woman must take on a horrendous task. From a young age, she beckoned herself with all her might to complete what must be done. Separating herself from her dæmon in a desperately excruciating act, she was in turn able to join the clans and travel further from Kaisa than one could have considered possible. Many a time a battle was fought for supremacy, the years passed like months in her mind and she was blessed with a status of a ruler amongst those she knew. Witches have generally kept to themselves, preferring only to interfere with outside causes when there has been no other choice, though mêlées have taken place many times between opposing clans.
In a prominent moment in her life, Serafina was attacked by another witch’s Dæmon, an immense bird much like a scarlet flame in colour. Though she fought back, she was overwhelmed and very nearly lost all hope. A man below saw the struggle, shooting it down and successfully rescuing Serafina. Immediately her heart stirred at the sight of him, blessed by his kindness. This was man Farder Coram, a member of the Gyptians. She fell deeply in love with him and spent a happy and joyous time at his side, even leaving her own destiny to remain at his side. After bearing her child, he became ill and died of a strange disease. Swallowed by grief and unable to continue their union under the canopy of so many agonising memories, Serafina left him never to return though her heart would often seek his. Taking her mantle as Clan-Queen, she spent her time in the company of those that she naturally belonged with, though never did she learn to keep her heart locked away from prying eyes.
Other: Serafina is learned in herb lore like those of her kind, often sending the results of her potions to those I need, acting out spells in particular occasions, especially when she is surrounded by those that are likewise to her.
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Dæmon Name:Kaisa
Dæmon Animal: A goose
Dæmon Appearance:
Ample and grey and with a colossal wingspan. Most noticable is the halo of pure white that surrounds Kaisa's head. On the ground he is delicate and gentle looking, unassuming without a single air of mystery besides from the bizarre governing air that causes him to materialize as one that holds a strict feeling of authority over those he meets. The tips of his feathers are decorated with cascading blade feathers that follow his features in a circular motion, subtly loosing their colour as the travel further up his body. His eyes are naturally black, but with a myseterious line of ocean blue that lines them. With a sharp beak of pale auburn, his look is completed. Like his Witch that precedes him, a undomesticated but sophisticated exterior.
Dæmon Personality:
It must be explained that Kaisa is not regulated like any other Dæmon would be. The rules that bind others living with their Dæmon did not apply in the case of witches. As a result he can travel long distances from Serafina, eager to seek out beneficial information or to converse with those that she cannot reach. To a person that is not used to such companionship, it can be intense and terrifying conducting a meeting with him.
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Role Play Sample:
Serafina could hear the call of her Dæmon a mile off, distress reigning over his thoughts, beckoning her to answer his plea. Her awareness had been piqued only hours before when her clan had not returned from the snow topped mountains through which they had travelled with ease many a time before. Suspecting the heated anxiety of a ferocious battle not far from where she stood gazing with stunned interest, gathering her weapons about her person in swift movements as the snow settled about her, adorning the land with bitter and unyielding ice. With a sharp look to the sky that was becoming grey with the emergence of a storm, she rushed into the sky with a single fluid movement as the trails of her skirts floated behind her like leaves in a hurricane. She could feel the air around her was growing colder though her expression showed no sign of perceiving it. The weather would often grace her curiosity though never did it cause her inconvenience. It was often a misconception that Witches could not feel, but for the love and intensity that burned through her heart, she strongly disagreed with every fibre of her being.
She travelled with the utmost speed as the breeze hurtled past her with passion. A bird she flew and those that might have watched her form from below could have well mistaken her shadow as one. Her keen eyes could already see Kaisa flittering in the distance, many filthy shapes surging and tumbling about him in violent confrontation. There was a momentary connection between herself and her Dæmon as he caught site of her, rushing towards her on the velocity of his drawn wings. A pale goose bounded before her, speaking in hurried tones. Serafina did not have to hear him speak to know what was wrong. She could already see their vulture like appearance and penetrating claws flashing viciously in the distance even through their shrouded appearance.
“Cliff-ghasts”.
The contact was broken almost immediately with a nod in reply from Serafina. Her companions sought her help and if it led to her death she would answer. Unslinging her bow in preparation, she whipped out an arrow with glorious subtlety, drawing the string and narrowing her eyes as she released it. The arrow flew through the air like a thunderbolt, piercing through the body of her companies’ assailant. She met the looks of her kind in assurance, their own eyes flashing in defiance against their attackers.
There was no wasting time; Serafina charged forth angrilly, her arrows sweeping through the air furiously as the looked for the flesh of those that they sought.
Death Note
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