Post by Elsa Vetur on Jan 16, 2014 0:48:31 GMT -5
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Name: Elsa Vetur of Arendelle
Gender: Female
Age: 18-20
Occupation: Queen of Arendelle
Family: Anna of Arendelle
Strengths: Control over ice and snow. Cold resistant?
Weaknesses: Fear and Anna.
Quote: "Conceal it, don't feel it."
Personality: Reserved.
History: After an accident involving her younger sister, Elsa locked herself in her room making little to no contact with others with the exception of her parents. After their death, Elsa took their place as the leader of Arendelle.
Likes: Chocolate, snowmen, spending time with Anna.
Dislikes: Her powers and fear.
Roleplay Example:
Old role-play; Morrigan -- Dragon Age: Origins
A single crow flew only inches over the ocean; her wing dipping into it every now and then causing water to fly up, and splash against her. A refreshing reminder that she could not stop until reaching land. Beady, golden-colored eyes squinted in an attempt to see farther out to sea, and for the first time in several hours -- she had lost count -- Morrigan could see land. It took her another two hours before finally reaching the Wounded Coast. Upon arrival, the crow hovered over the shore before a golden light formed around her; returning her to original form, a human. Morrigan was a powerful mage, yes, but so long in an animal body had drained of her lyrium; she felt tired. Weak. The mage took one step forward before collapsing into the sand in exhaustion.
Morrigan was unsure how long she laid in the sand unconscious, but when she awoke, the sun was beginning to set. She stumbled to her feet with little to no grace in her step; though that was not unusual for the mage. She yawned and stretched her arms as she moved forward; her boots sinking into the sand with each step. "Blasted damnation." She grumbled in irritation. Her time away from the Fereldan Wild's had spoiled her, and because of that she found it hard to walk through the damp sand without tripping. On her way further inland, she fell a total of six times -- something that proved to irritate the witch even more. "Curse Flemeth for dragging me to such a place!" Morrigan hissed angrily upon arrival at dirt path.
For the first time since arrival, Morrigan allowed her eyes to take in her surroundings. Rocks, bushes, sand, dead trees, bandits -- Morrigan froze; golden eyes widening as she turned back to face approaching bandits. "Looky here, boys!" One hollered in a thick, Antivan accent; she could not help but cringe momentarily as thoughts of Zevran appeared in her mind. Blasted elf whore. Morrigan's eyes narrowed on the advancing bandits.
"T'would be wise if you just turned and fled now." She advised, her voice low as she spoke. The men erupted into laughter.
"Looks like this one has a little spu-" Before the man could finish, Morrigan shot a fireball at him. The man screamed as the material he wore caught fire. The other men gasped and turned to her. "Get the witch!" Morrigan quickly threw up a wall of ice as arrows rained towards her; effectively blocking their attacks. Several men ran around the ice wall, their swords pointed towards her as they moved in.
"I tried to be merciful!" Morrigan shouted, her anger flaring as the men moved closer. One lunged forward, swinging his blade towards her, and as Morrigan jumped out of the way, she launched stone fist towards the man; knocking him into the ice wall. Another two charged towards her when a sudden burst of energy seemingly exploded from the witch; causing both bandits to fly back. "Hmph, begone you pitiful whelps! You will not get another chance to flee."
New role-play; Elsa -- Frozen
Conceal it, don't feel it.
Don't let them know.
Elsa pulled her hand back from the man's reach. Terrified. She attempted to straighten herself up. Don't let fear control you. She told herself. Her eyes shifted from the man to her feet. Right, easier said than done. How could she not be scared of a complete stranger? She had no way of knowing whether or not he would be an ally or an enemy. He could be just like the Duke...
With that thought in her mind, ice began to spread across the tree she had backed into. Starting at where her back made contact with it then up until it covered all the branches. The ice was dark and jagged looking as if large needles or spikes. Elsa's eyes lifted to the man then up to look at the branches. She gasped quietly, turning towards the tree and taking several steps back. It was beautiful in a dark, somewhat twisted way. She looked behind her at the soldier.
"It wasn't me." She quickly stated. Of course it was her. How could anyone think it wasn't? But she had to try, right?
"Stop that Monster!!" The Duke had hollered at his men as Elsa rushed out of the castle into the crowded streets of Arendelle. Everywhere she turned there was a smiling face greeting her. "Oh, Queen Elsa! It's a pleasure to meet you." They were all so excited to finally see her, Elsa just could not get through them. So instead she began to back up. Bumping into one of the large water fountain in the courtyard, Elsa's ungloved hand pressed to the edge and ice began to spread quickly across the surface of the fountain then to the water, freezing it in the shape a dark, twisted tendrils that looked like they would begin attacking people at any moment. The crowd gasped, and a woman in front of her who had just a moment ago been smiling excitedly now cowered away. There were whispers and murmuring in the crowd when suddenly someone shouted. "Sorceress!" "WITCH!" and so on.
The memory was still fresh in her mind; an open wound that had yet to heal. Elsa dabbed at her eyes, wiping away the forming tears before they had the chance to be seen. She pushed the memory to the back of her mind. Such thoughts were not relevant at the moment, and thus unimportant.
Name: Elsa Vetur of Arendelle
Gender: Female
Age: 18-20
Occupation: Queen of Arendelle
Family: Anna of Arendelle
Strengths: Control over ice and snow. Cold resistant?
Weaknesses: Fear and Anna.
Quote: "Conceal it, don't feel it."
Personality: Reserved.
History: After an accident involving her younger sister, Elsa locked herself in her room making little to no contact with others with the exception of her parents. After their death, Elsa took their place as the leader of Arendelle.
Likes: Chocolate, snowmen, spending time with Anna.
Dislikes: Her powers and fear.
Roleplay Example:
Old role-play; Morrigan -- Dragon Age: Origins
A single crow flew only inches over the ocean; her wing dipping into it every now and then causing water to fly up, and splash against her. A refreshing reminder that she could not stop until reaching land. Beady, golden-colored eyes squinted in an attempt to see farther out to sea, and for the first time in several hours -- she had lost count -- Morrigan could see land. It took her another two hours before finally reaching the Wounded Coast. Upon arrival, the crow hovered over the shore before a golden light formed around her; returning her to original form, a human. Morrigan was a powerful mage, yes, but so long in an animal body had drained of her lyrium; she felt tired. Weak. The mage took one step forward before collapsing into the sand in exhaustion.
Morrigan was unsure how long she laid in the sand unconscious, but when she awoke, the sun was beginning to set. She stumbled to her feet with little to no grace in her step; though that was not unusual for the mage. She yawned and stretched her arms as she moved forward; her boots sinking into the sand with each step. "Blasted damnation." She grumbled in irritation. Her time away from the Fereldan Wild's had spoiled her, and because of that she found it hard to walk through the damp sand without tripping. On her way further inland, she fell a total of six times -- something that proved to irritate the witch even more. "Curse Flemeth for dragging me to such a place!" Morrigan hissed angrily upon arrival at dirt path.
For the first time since arrival, Morrigan allowed her eyes to take in her surroundings. Rocks, bushes, sand, dead trees, bandits -- Morrigan froze; golden eyes widening as she turned back to face approaching bandits. "Looky here, boys!" One hollered in a thick, Antivan accent; she could not help but cringe momentarily as thoughts of Zevran appeared in her mind. Blasted elf whore. Morrigan's eyes narrowed on the advancing bandits.
"T'would be wise if you just turned and fled now." She advised, her voice low as she spoke. The men erupted into laughter.
"Looks like this one has a little spu-" Before the man could finish, Morrigan shot a fireball at him. The man screamed as the material he wore caught fire. The other men gasped and turned to her. "Get the witch!" Morrigan quickly threw up a wall of ice as arrows rained towards her; effectively blocking their attacks. Several men ran around the ice wall, their swords pointed towards her as they moved in.
"I tried to be merciful!" Morrigan shouted, her anger flaring as the men moved closer. One lunged forward, swinging his blade towards her, and as Morrigan jumped out of the way, she launched stone fist towards the man; knocking him into the ice wall. Another two charged towards her when a sudden burst of energy seemingly exploded from the witch; causing both bandits to fly back. "Hmph, begone you pitiful whelps! You will not get another chance to flee."
New role-play; Elsa -- Frozen
Conceal it, don't feel it.
Don't let them know.
Elsa pulled her hand back from the man's reach. Terrified. She attempted to straighten herself up. Don't let fear control you. She told herself. Her eyes shifted from the man to her feet. Right, easier said than done. How could she not be scared of a complete stranger? She had no way of knowing whether or not he would be an ally or an enemy. He could be just like the Duke...
With that thought in her mind, ice began to spread across the tree she had backed into. Starting at where her back made contact with it then up until it covered all the branches. The ice was dark and jagged looking as if large needles or spikes. Elsa's eyes lifted to the man then up to look at the branches. She gasped quietly, turning towards the tree and taking several steps back. It was beautiful in a dark, somewhat twisted way. She looked behind her at the soldier.
"It wasn't me." She quickly stated. Of course it was her. How could anyone think it wasn't? But she had to try, right?
"Stop that Monster!!" The Duke had hollered at his men as Elsa rushed out of the castle into the crowded streets of Arendelle. Everywhere she turned there was a smiling face greeting her. "Oh, Queen Elsa! It's a pleasure to meet you." They were all so excited to finally see her, Elsa just could not get through them. So instead she began to back up. Bumping into one of the large water fountain in the courtyard, Elsa's ungloved hand pressed to the edge and ice began to spread quickly across the surface of the fountain then to the water, freezing it in the shape a dark, twisted tendrils that looked like they would begin attacking people at any moment. The crowd gasped, and a woman in front of her who had just a moment ago been smiling excitedly now cowered away. There were whispers and murmuring in the crowd when suddenly someone shouted. "Sorceress!" "WITCH!" and so on.
The memory was still fresh in her mind; an open wound that had yet to heal. Elsa dabbed at her eyes, wiping away the forming tears before they had the chance to be seen. She pushed the memory to the back of her mind. Such thoughts were not relevant at the moment, and thus unimportant.