Post by Finny on Apr 16, 2009 17:56:45 GMT -5
»Character Biography;;
Name: Illiaer Colette Delorro-Stoffbridgeston
Nickname: Most notably ‘Ill,’ teasingly, of course.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthday:
Species: Human – Dragon Hunter/Apothecary /Shepherdess
Appearance
Hair: Platinum blonde, very, very short. Always has some type of bow or ribbon tied into one of the scraggly, loose ends.
Eyes: Very light blue. Her left eye has three black dots on the side
Complextion: Very pale. She has a long, purple X-shaped scar going from her eyebrow down across her nose. Also, a very pink scar that spans the front of her throat.
Build: Due to the nature of her clothing, Illiaer looks bloated and puffy most of the time, but in those rare moments when she neither has any of her armor plating or her leather coat on, one may tell that she is a very muscular and toned woman.
Attire: Underneath, she wears a tight black shirt, knit from wool, and slightly looser fitting black pants. On top of her undershirt, she wears a brown, very worn leather coat with an adjustable strap in the middle. It is very poofy, and some sort of soft fur tufts out of the top, indicating that it is a very warm jacket, indeed. Over all of that is tons of armor plating. The bottom parts of her legs and feet are completely covered, as well as the front of her thighs, her chest, and her shoulders. She wears a backpack, too. It has various potions, elixirs, and oils, a magnifying glass, and scales.
Vocals: Hoarse, but not deep. Her voice isn’t very high, either. She’s in the middle.
ILLIAER.
Personality:
Illiaer can be very gruff. She isn’t usually around people much, as she travels with two-dozen sheep and a caravan more usually than really staying in one area at a time. She’s not much of a talker either, so when she does meet a person, she really doesn’t care about manners and formalities. But, she is a sweet girl at heart, and she would give up her life for her friends.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Strengths:
She’s fast and she has great armor and protection. Plus, she knows how to defend herself, and surprisingly, can be very strong sometimes.
Weaknesses:
Her neck crick is painful enough to kill a moose.
And she’s always cold, which is just terrible.
Plus, her knee gives out and locks a lot.
Abilities
Active:
She can whistle, and herd sheep.
Other than that, she’s a normal human being.
Passive:
If she crushes herbs and scales and oils the right way, she can make a potion. The potion makes her almost invincible in battle. It takes almost a month to brew, however. So, she only has little vials of it, which only make her a little invincible.
Weapons:
The Holy Dagger of Elrah –
A simple, small dagger. Said to posses the power to slay even a dragon.
Sheep Staff-
A carved stick with a curved edge. It has the power to herd even the hardiest of sheep.
Animal Form: A tiny little lamb.
History:
Illiaer was born in a village called Myrh. She was born to a wealthy scribe named Apollodoros Delorro, and his wife Fotis. Myrh was a poor village, filled with death and chaos. Chaos was abundant. Illiaer grew up in the chaos. But, with her four older brothers, all training to be professional dragon hunters like their great uncle Epithemus, they protected her, just as all good big brothers would.
Illiaer’s parents decided that she would make an excellent apothecary, but Illiaer had quite different plans. She, like all of her siblings before her, admired her great uncle Epithemus, and wanted to be a great dragon hunter just like him. She confided this in her favorite brother, Germaine. Of course, Germaine was a bit put off by her sudden change in career plans, but supported her fully.
And on her first day on the job, she managed to get herself scarred up. The dragon that she was trying to hunt also chewed most of her hair up, leaving her appearing masculine and bland. But that didn’t stop her. She killed that dragon and made one of it’s silver scaled into armor, as dragon scaled are the hardest, and lightest material known to man.
Somewhere along the line, she obtained a broken down caravan, fixed it up, and began travelling with a horse she definitely did NOT steal named Thunder. She also bought a dozen sheep, which quickly turned into two dozen sheep, and then she bought a dog, and named him Hawkeye.
She continued her job as a dragon huntress and shepherdess. When she found a book titled ‘The Things You Can Do With Dragon Scales,” She finally decided to make her parents proud and use the scales she obtained to make medicines an powders, and when she turned sixteen, she set out.
Somehow she ended up in Alatus Nox. And she couldn’t get out.
And that’s how she got there.
Family:
Illiaer had a faint recollection of what had happened. All she really knew was that her throat was throbbing and she had a headache.
“Oh. Doctor, she’s awake…” Illiaer heard a rather panicked voice say. The young woman took a deep breath and let it out in a long, hard sigh.
“Hey, how are you doing?” She then heard another, more friendly voice say. Blinking, she opened her mouth. What she heard frightened her quite a bit. Instead of voice coming out, a rather long, raspy wheeze. The doctor squinted and smiled a bit. “Miss…” He looked at his chart and smiled.
“Miss Delorro,” Illiaer raised her brow in confusion. “Miss Delorro, you sustained serious damage to your throat. You almost severed you jugular artery, but it missed by just a tiny bit…” Illiaer ushered him on, wanted to scream at him to get to the point. “Miss Delorro, your face is scarred. And your throat took a beating, too. You may not be able to talk for a few days, and when your voice finally comes back, it will be a bit raspy.
Illiaer nodded. “But, luckily, you will be fine.” Illiaer nodded again, and she smiled. “So, if you see the nurse, she can lead you out and find an inn.” Illiaer nodded. They sat there in a very awkward silence for a few seconds and then the doctor got up and walked away.
‘What a peculiar man,’ Illiaer thought, shaking her head.
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Other;
She’s Capella Darktide’s great, great, great grand-niece. Allegedly, of course.
