Post by ~~*Tyrant*~~ on May 12, 2007 12:34:52 GMT -5
Name: Draik (drayk)
Species: Elven
Gender: Male
Age: He appears to be twenty-something.
Appearance: Draik has an inquisitive air to him, somewhat posessing and seductive. He's been described as handsome, but the heir doesn't find himself attractive, mostly because he's not extremely confident. He has muddy-brown locks with dank yellow optics. His ears are broad than most and quite petite. His jaw line is firm, straight, and perfect along with his facial features; which include a small but acute nose, pursed lips, and an eternal vicious glint in his eyes.
Picture:
Personality: Draik is more of a gentle creature and is a pacifist, much like his father. Although responsible in some ways, Draik is a procrastinator and puts everything off that he can. He's effeminate, meaning he isn't very tough or brawny. Though Dranil wasn't very creative, Draik is extremely artistic and loves to share his work, but never gloats about his talent. He is an animal-person, and tends to live more in harmony with the beasts around him than the people. Some have murmured that Draik might possibly be a Shade albeit his heredity shares nothing of the Shade blood.
Past: (in first person)
I still envy the day when I breathed in my first breath and felt my small heart beat. I envy the first day I was so fondled by my mother and father. And I envy the date in time when I identified my own heritage. Why, you ask? Simply, merely, because I was not turned against me and people were not against myself or my parents. Babies are cute, indeed, which is why I--I--was invincible and invulnerable, but also why Father could not be touched neither. I was dubbed Draik at birth but smoldering in my heart, I could tell I was to be the savior of this elven place.
Childhood came without heed or warning. I grew into the most-talked about thing all over town and country. How adorable, this! How beautiful, that! Yes, I must admit, I was very charming, much like my father and the one before him, but I wished I could have one measely spare of privacy. I recall reading from my father's journal he kept since he became King many, many years ago that he was punished and beaten, and even indignified. I felt every shred of sympathy make its own warbling path to my dad. Why would my grandfather do such an injustice? I tried to shrug it off but it loomed in my mind, scarred permanently.
Ah, adulthood! How I loathed the company when time came for me to take the throne from my poor father. He was at a loss when his duration had finally passed, but I gladly said I'd refuse. 'Not!' said he, 'take my place with dignity!' And so I did, for his sake and my grandfather's.
Some few years passed and my father grew older than I, even older than the cobwebs upon the taxes waiting to be done. Oh, woe, how I wished he were immortal! But his sire perished, just as I know mine shall. I'm completely content, until I was overthrown by these rude intruders! Cruel fate only wanted me to be cast out onto the streets, for the satanic hand of hazard knew I was a pacifist and would not fight back. So, towered over by peasants and royally hard-headed, barbaric elves, I sincerely gave myself up, much to my own fret that they would kill Father, still inside the castle. They didn't and I was relieved, but instead, they threw him out as well, an old, poor elf with nowhere to go, as I.
Other: He's the child of Dranil who is the son of Driax (the evil Elven Ruler a long time ago).
Species: Elven
Gender: Male
Age: He appears to be twenty-something.
Appearance: Draik has an inquisitive air to him, somewhat posessing and seductive. He's been described as handsome, but the heir doesn't find himself attractive, mostly because he's not extremely confident. He has muddy-brown locks with dank yellow optics. His ears are broad than most and quite petite. His jaw line is firm, straight, and perfect along with his facial features; which include a small but acute nose, pursed lips, and an eternal vicious glint in his eyes.
Picture:
Personality: Draik is more of a gentle creature and is a pacifist, much like his father. Although responsible in some ways, Draik is a procrastinator and puts everything off that he can. He's effeminate, meaning he isn't very tough or brawny. Though Dranil wasn't very creative, Draik is extremely artistic and loves to share his work, but never gloats about his talent. He is an animal-person, and tends to live more in harmony with the beasts around him than the people. Some have murmured that Draik might possibly be a Shade albeit his heredity shares nothing of the Shade blood.
Past: (in first person)
I still envy the day when I breathed in my first breath and felt my small heart beat. I envy the first day I was so fondled by my mother and father. And I envy the date in time when I identified my own heritage. Why, you ask? Simply, merely, because I was not turned against me and people were not against myself or my parents. Babies are cute, indeed, which is why I--I--was invincible and invulnerable, but also why Father could not be touched neither. I was dubbed Draik at birth but smoldering in my heart, I could tell I was to be the savior of this elven place.
Childhood came without heed or warning. I grew into the most-talked about thing all over town and country. How adorable, this! How beautiful, that! Yes, I must admit, I was very charming, much like my father and the one before him, but I wished I could have one measely spare of privacy. I recall reading from my father's journal he kept since he became King many, many years ago that he was punished and beaten, and even indignified. I felt every shred of sympathy make its own warbling path to my dad. Why would my grandfather do such an injustice? I tried to shrug it off but it loomed in my mind, scarred permanently.
Ah, adulthood! How I loathed the company when time came for me to take the throne from my poor father. He was at a loss when his duration had finally passed, but I gladly said I'd refuse. 'Not!' said he, 'take my place with dignity!' And so I did, for his sake and my grandfather's.
Some few years passed and my father grew older than I, even older than the cobwebs upon the taxes waiting to be done. Oh, woe, how I wished he were immortal! But his sire perished, just as I know mine shall. I'm completely content, until I was overthrown by these rude intruders! Cruel fate only wanted me to be cast out onto the streets, for the satanic hand of hazard knew I was a pacifist and would not fight back. So, towered over by peasants and royally hard-headed, barbaric elves, I sincerely gave myself up, much to my own fret that they would kill Father, still inside the castle. They didn't and I was relieved, but instead, they threw him out as well, an old, poor elf with nowhere to go, as I.
Other: He's the child of Dranil who is the son of Driax (the evil Elven Ruler a long time ago).
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