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« on: September 26, 2007, 01:48:53 PM »


Name: Tashia "Tas" Shadowrider

Gender: Female

Age: 145 (Human Apperance: 24, Skill: 28)

Race: Elf

Tribe: Quaelhoirhim

Occupation: Fighter / Adventurer

Title: Lone Guardian

Overview (optional): Tashia is different from most elven women; she doesn't seem bothered by it at all though. Her father raised her as another son so she acts differently. She knows no other way to be really, it's just the way she was raised. She has lived around her two brothers for most of her life and learned to be tough quickly. Her skill with sword exceeds her brothers. Though none of her brother's will admit they are outmatched by the youngest. She is the pride of her parents. Tashia usually goes by Tas, a nickname acquired from her brothers.

Appearance
Height: 2 peds

Weight: 1 pygge 4 hebs

Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

Eye Color: Sapphire

Physical Apperance: Tas is tall, lean, graceful, and beautiful, a few of the qualities of most elves. But under the two peds of height, under the about a pygge and a half of weight, under the born elven grace, under the dark blonde hair, and behind the sapphire eyes is a strange person. Beneath her frail appearance is a physical and mental strength. Her inner strength can be easily seen in the determined and sorrowful look upon her beautiful face, her outer strength in her very movements. She has slightly tilted eyes and pointed ears but that should go without saying since she is an elf. The gentle curves of her body are hidden by the clothes that are made slightly large to allow easier movement.

     Tas has high pronounced cheekbones and a pronounced jaw line. Her slightly tilted sapphire eyes gleam brightly, though most times the flame within is near death. The competitive fun loving fire that burns within her almost lost by the darkness in her soul at times. Vengeance threatening to crush the last bit of her old self that she struggles to hold onto. Once in a while a small smile graces her beautiful lips and her true beauty shows. Her long dark blonde hair hangs to her shoulders; usually it hangs free though during battle she ties it back with a strip of cloth. She has long arms and legs, and long delicate looking fingers, but steel is hidden behind her frail features. Tas dresses and acts more like a guy, being as she was raised around her five brothers and father, but nothing anyone says about her appearance or behavior bothers her. Though there is a flaw to her. Her gleaming eyes are slightly sunken and her delicately carved face is marred by lines from her constant battle against the terror that bubbles within her.

Clothing: Tas is dressed in a loose, pale blue shirt, with sleeves cut halfway to her elbows. She usually wears this light, cotton shirt over a chainmail hauberk, with a soft leather shirt beneath the chainmail. Over all that she wears a dark grey cloak, with large hood unless it all becomes too hot. Most of the time she wears this armor whenever she is out, thought sometimes she will stow the chainmail within her small pack. Thought she will always leave the soft leather on as a form of protection between a sword and tender flesh. She also wears a pair of leather leggings most of the time and worn leather boots.

Sometimes she will forsake her travel clothes and armor while in the city and don a more presentable outfit that she keeps in her pack. A pale green shirt, well-made and smaller than her other shirt since this one was not made to fit over two layers of armor.  The leggings are a light grey color, well-made though travel worn even thought they usually ride at the bottom of her pack. But on the road everything becomes travel worn. While she shines in her less worn clothing, her worn boots and ever present weapons are still adorn her attire.

Personality: When around her brothers Tas was always easy-going and quick to laugh. The three of them had been close. At that time she rarely had a reason to be sad or quiet. Many times being reprimanded by her parents for her rambunctious and boyish nature. The carefree attitude of a shelter child was the old Tas. The image of the world that she saw within the confines of her forest home was all she saw.

   After her oldest brother's death that image was shattered. The thought that evil was nothing but a fairy tale ripped from her in a fatal blow. She soon learned that life was measured in breaths rather than the long years she had seen. Her heart began to freeze that day, and had it not been for Thorn, it would have stayed that way. The little playful fox brought out the best in her once more.

   Tas' outlook on the world is still a dim one. Her beautiful smiles that used to always play at the corners of her mouth have disappeared. She still smiles but the happiness that used to follow her everywhere is rarely present now. Her world seemed to turn upside down, and her usual friendly nature vanished. She is cautious now and slightly uneasy around everyone. After being around someone for a while she becomes more at ease around them, though still wary.

   She is very shy around people and even when she gets to know someone she is still very quiet. Though when Thorn is around she brightens up and becomes more open, something about the little creature makes her feel at ease. The little fox always knows just when she needs him the most and is always looking for a warm lap to curl up in. Around Thorn she is more confident of herself her mood brightens.

   The terrible feeling that is consuming her slowly from the inside out is often kept hidden from view but at times it will come to the surface. During battles this usually happens causing her mind to flee and she could rush headlong to her death without knowing it. One day maybe all that will change; she may find it in herself to return home. If she makes it back to her home, the old Tas might just break free of the vengeance and terror that hold her back.

Strengths
   -Blade: Tas has been learning the blade many years. While that may not be a long time with elves, she has become fairly skilled with the weapon. She learned from her father, side by side with her two brothers. Each day she finds she had need of the skill for survival in a cruel world.

   -Bow: When she turned fourteen her father presented her with her first bow. She quickly took to the long distance weapon. She is only an average shoot with a bow but she could be much better. She learned swiftly but she often set it aside for the sword. Still, she finds time to keep up her natural talent.

   -Stealth: While this is not one of her stronger skills she still has the ability. Her father was a ranger and taught all his children many of the skills he had mastered in his extended life. She was able to walk quietly, cause as little disturbance, and walk in the shadows. But anyone in the business of surviving could pick her out.

   -Thorn: Her Red Fox familiar is and extra set of eyes, ears, and a nose for the elf. This creature is also her closest friend and helps to starve off the rage that builds within her. Around this playful little creature her heart soars.

Weaknesses
   -Timid: Tas is very timid around strangers. She is not very social and usually prefers her own company or that of her familiar.

   -Vengeful: Behind the calm and collected exterior a part of her interior is consumed with rage. After the death of her oldest brother, a fire began to burn within her and slowly grows. The more she tries to quench it the quicker it spreads. Most of the time she can keep the revolting feeling tucked away into a small corner of her, but she fears that in time it will consume her if she doesn't do something.

   - Arachnophobia: She is deathly afraid of spiders. It is something she can't explain. It is just something about the creepy, eight-legged beasts that instill terror into her.

   -Trust: Trusting people is an issue with her. She rarely lets people into her inner circle and from there her trust is still very hard to earn. And after that it is extreamly easy to break. Something inside her just gives off a feeling of unease around everyone.

   -Homesick: Homesickness often plagues her, but she feels as if she can never go back. Something about home catches her in the middle. She wishes she could return but there are too many memories and too much sorrow within the small village she spent many years. Maybe someday the pain will fade and she will find she can return to her family.

History: Tas' father, Alaric, was born the son of a forester like his father before him and his father's father before him. The surname Shadowrider had been adopted by Alaric's great grandfather, the name given to him by his friends. Since then they had all been Shadowriders and that name fit. Alaric's father had taught him all he knew, training the elf in the ways of a ranger. And in turn Alaric would train his sons in the ways of a ranger.
   
Tas' mother was a merchant's daughter. The merchant had only one child, Selena, his beloved daughter, before the death of his wife. So he taught his daughter what he knew, playing the part of mother and father as he raised his little girl. Selena grew and learned. She grew tired of the lessons with her father and the idea of being a merchant didn’t appeal to her but she dare not tell him.
   
So Tas' parents grew, one becoming a ranger, and the other a merchant. Alaric and Selena had known each other for most of their lives, and as kids they had gotten along well. In the small village everyone knew everyone else, and they were more like one family rather than separate. When Alaric started his training he saw less and less of Selena, the same going for her when her father began his lessons. So for many years neither saw very much of the other, only occasionally passing in the small town. After Alaric completed his training with his father, he spent more time alone in the woods. His father thought this wasn't good for him and decided it was time for his son to marry.
   
The forester and the merchant soon came to an understanding and in the spring of the next year Alaric and Selena married. Neither had been informed of this ceremony until the pact was made, though they didn't fight the point. They began a happy life together and for once Alaric stayed home more often than not. They had three beautiful children, two sons and one wonderful daughter.
   
Alaric treated all his children as if they were sons though. Tas had a child's bow placed in her hands at the age of fourteen. She had a natural talent for the weapon that appeared in the beginning though it wasn't her weapon of choice. It has taken her most of her life to catch up with her brother and when she did she could outshoot him more often than not. Talon never discouraged her or sulked when she out shot him. He would just ruffle her hair and grin down at her, proud of his little sister.
   
Her father looked as if he would burst with pride every time she out did one of her older brothers. Even when she didn't do so well with stealth, Alaric was extremely proud of her. Tas thrived off her father's and brother's praise, it made her feel like part of the group. And indeed she was part of their group and her brothers never left her out of anything, even when their mother deemed it to dangerous for a young girl. Such as climbing tall trees, venturing deep into the forest or away from home. When her mother forbids her something, Tas is the first one to do it.
   
She got caught disobeying her mother many times but each time her brothers stood beside her and soon her mother completely gave up. All day, every day Tas hung out with her older brothers, finding plenty of trouble and fun in their paths. Most of the people in their small town often said that Selena had three boys instead of two, but this didn't bother her that much. In fact that was where her nickname had found its roots. Her brothers had over heard some of the people talking one day as they raced by. Her second oldest brothers, Arutha and Dannis, came to an abrupt halt.

Her older brother, Caleb, was almost four years older than his little sister, and even though he treated her like one of the boys he wouldn't stand for others to insult her. He turned around and headed toward the group, face colored an ugly violet with anger. Talon held Caleb back, slowly trying to get away from there before something bad happened. When they got back to their house, Tas walked up to him and demanded to know why he acted that way. Talon stood back smirking as his younger sister tore into his brother.

After a long discussion Caleb finally calmed down, Talon just laughing at the way she rebuked him. Caleb had asked her why she wouldn't be mad after he had calmed down and she simply replied that if she wasn't one of the boys this home would be extremely boring. From that day forward they began to call her Tas and the name stuck. She liked it because it seemed to fit her better than the name her parents had given her.

Soon her brothers began to train with swords but in this she was left out. Her father had wanted to teach her but her mother wouldn't allow it arguing that swords were more dangerous than bows. So her days became empty and devoid of all fun while wandered the forest alone. She wondered why she had been left out. Surely she had proved herself many times and her father knew she could handle anything. And she thought at least her brothers would stand up for her. But in this her father wouldn't budge, respecting his wife's wishes. Tas decided that if her father wouldn’t teach her then she would learn on her own.

She talked to Talon one night and after much discussion he agreed to help her. She trained with her older brother by night with a sword. For almost a half a year that went on and she got better. Then one night her father found out. He didn't seem angry or disappointed in her because she went behind his back. He actually seemed to glow with an inner pride. The following week she was allowed to join her brothers in training and given a small sword to fit her. She was seventeen then and worked hard to catch up but she hadn't caught up till she was almost one hundred. They would pair off for practice bouts and she could even hold her own against Talon. Life was perfect for once more she was included.

On her twenty-ninth birthday she was given a beautiful long sword, specially made to fit her. She grinned broadly when she received the weapon and loved the feel of it in her grip. She looked questionably at small sapphire embedded into the pommel. Her father explained that that small star sapphire had been given to him by his father when she was born. It was given to him to form into a necklace when she got older, but he realized how little use for a necklace she would have. So Alaric commissioned the smith to make this sword and embed the small rock sized gem into the pommel. She grinned again and hugged her father and mother fiercely, thanking them for the wonderful gift. Her father beamed but her mother looked rather less pleased and somewhat confused that day.

For most her life so far she lived within the forest. Her brothers would travel throughout its length often and she would tag along. Her older siblings pleased to have her along with them. She saw many of the sights of the forest and the great cities and villages of her people. She grew bored and restless beneath the mass of branches. She noticed that Talon too looked less happy than usual. The sights of the forest were well known to the youngest and oldest of the family, but they wanted to see more. They wanted to see what was beyond the confines of their little environment.

Caleb seemed content with the forest life and Tas was happy for them. He had found something that he could live with. She knew that she could not always dwell beneath the canopy of branches. She needed something more to her life, a want for something new. She and Talon shared that, and it brought them closer together than ever. When Tas had turned one hundred and forty-one years old she decided it was time to go.

She long argued her point with her parents. While her father seemed to understand her need to be free, her mother was less understanding. She argued fiercely that Tas could find all she wanted in life in the forest, and that the world beyond was dangerous. Tas began to give it up for hopeless but Talon stepped forward. He told his parents that he would be leaving and that Tas would be going with him. She couldn't believe it. He hadn't asked his parents permission, he had told them. Tas looked at the shock on her mother's face and saw the solemn nod from her father. With that Talon ushered her from the room and bid her pack her things, for the next day they would set out.

That next morning her mother came to her early, begging her not to go. When Tas did not change her mind Selena wept and told her only daughter to be careful. That was all the distraught mother could manage before she was swept away by a tide of grief. She acted as if Tas was gone from her life forever. Her father grinned at her as she left the house with her pack slung across her back. The tall man that had taught her everything she knew stood before her, a new bow and quiver of arrows in hand. She hugged her father tightly and thanked him for the wonderful gift. She finally had a bow of her own, no longer having to use one of her brother's old ones. He also handed her a slightly heavy pouch of coins, then smiled one last time before disappearing back into the house.

Her brother came next, saying his goodbyes. They could not believe that they were being split up but they dealt with it the best they could, hoping for their sibling's swift return. He gave his little sister a soft leather shirt and chainmail hauberk, she thanked him and hugged him fiercely. As she stepped back she wished she hadn't, she wanted to be with her brother but knew she had to go and he wouldn't follow this time. With a sad smile she bid him farewell then mounted up on a small white horse beside her brother and they set off.

They reached the edge of the forest in less than two days; the plains of the Elverground could be seen spread out before them beyond the trees. All seemed fine that morning but it quickly turned bad. From the trees, two large men jumped down to block their path, wicked grin upon their faces and long swords in their hands. The demanded all their valuables and naturally Talon declined. His pride getting in the way, but he thought between the two of them they could handle the robbers. Talon slid down from his mount and pulled his sword, Tas following his example and they stood side by side.

One of the robbers leapt forward and Talon stepped up to engage him. The other just watched Tas as if waiting for her to make the first move. Tas heard a cry of pain to her left and she spared a glance in that direction to see the first man on his back in the dirt. That was her mistake, by the time she looked back the second man was upon her. It was all she could do to get her sword up in time, as a huge overhead blow came down. Her arms went numb and she held the sword in a loose grip, taking a few steps backwards.

To her left Talon had just succeeded in disarming the robber and lifted his sword, driving it down into the man's neck. A gurgled cry came from the man as he died and Tas felt as if she would be sick. The other man also heard the cry and turned as his partner took his last breath. With a sudden rage the man turned on Talon and before Tas could yell out a warning, the man's sword was planted firmly into Talon's turned back. Talon went limp and collapsed to the ground. Something happened then that Tas didn't understand.

She was terrified of the man and she stepped backward toward the frightened horses. The man pulled his sword from her brother's body and stalked toward her. She found herself with her back against the gentle white horse she had ridden and she could feel its panic. The man sword came down and she dropped to the ground in the last second, barely avoiding the blow. The white horse however was killed with that swing, the blade crashing through its head and blood staining its white mane. With sudden bravery she rolled forward and pulled the dagger she saw poorly hidden in his boot. She drove upward with all her might, the point driving up into his head. She pulled the dagger out as the man fell to the ground.

Tas rushed over to Talon, confirming her fears that her brother was dead. She sat there holding his prone form and weeping. After she had shed all her tears she stood and looked around. Tas found a patch of soft dirt and dug a small hole with the help of Talon's sword. She laid her brother in the grave, his hands clasping the sword hilt on his chest. Tas lightly brushed her lips to her brother's cheek before she covered him with the soft dirt.

She gathered her sack and what ever supplies she could carry with her from the saddle bags of the dead horse.  Her brother's horse was nowhere to be seen and had probably bolted during the battle. She also took the dagger and boot sheath from the dead man, giving herself another weapon. She shouldered he pack, and covered in tears, blood, sweat, and dirt. She walked out of the woods. She kept going the way they had planned, the young elf unable to turn back and tell her family the news. Someday she might return, but until then, she no longer really had a home.

Shortly after her brother's death she stumbled upon a young fox. The pup was pouncing around out in the open, yipping and snarling slightly. Tas watched the sight for a little while, shortly after she arrived the young Red Fox stopped yipping and hopping and lay on the ground, exhausted and whimpering in pain.

Tas was cautious about approaching the animal but the creatures whimpering soon begun to thaw her newly frozen heart. She stepped toward the fox slowly, the little creature looking up at her warily. It was quite a pathetic sight as the animal wearily got to its feet and tried to back away. Collapsing as its left forepaw made contact with the hard packed ground.

   She kneeled next to the young fox and slowly and gently lifted him up. She waited for the fox to attack but it never came, nether did the frightened little animal bolt. She inspected the creature's forepaw and found a large thorn wedged into the bottom of the small paw, embedded just too deep for the fox to remove on his own. Tas gently removed the thorn, the fox yelping in sudden pain and relief as she did so. As soon as the thorn was out the fox flew from her arms, limping about a ped away then turning to watch her. Tas smiled slightly then turned to walk away. The little fox followed her, trotting along mostly on three legs. She felt a brush against her leg and looked down the find the rust colored little fox trotting swiftly along beside her, fighting to keep pace on three legs.
   
She tried to run the fox off but no matter how much she tried she couldn't get rid of it. She grudgingly accepted the face that she wasn't going to get rid of it any time soon. She walked on slowly becoming accustomed to the brush of the fox's soft coat against her leg. After a short while she bent down and lifted the little creature into her arms and continued. The fox appeared to be grinning as she carried him with her, apparently having already trained its new master.

After that they kept on their way, traveling to see the different parts of the land. But the carefree young elf that had first set out on the journey was gone, replaced now by an elf filled with terror and all but consumed by vengeance. The young fox that had decided to follow her had become her closest friend and kept the old Tas alive. Now Tas is wandering around still, the lonely guardian, hiding the truth from her family and living her life alone but for the company of the kind-hearted little fox. She searches for answers and maybe someday she will find them, and once more the old Tas will live.
 
Weapons
-Long Sword: This magnificent sword was specially made for Tas and given as a gift from her parents on her twenty-ninth birthday. The entire sword is almost a ped and a fore long and weights about two and a half ods. The blade alone is slightly under a ped long. The magnificent blade is well kept, the edges sharpened almost daily. The cross-guard is skillfully made; the tender vines that twine through the metal almost look real. The leather grip was molded to fit her seemingly delicate hands. And embedded into the pommel is a small beautiful star sapphire. The sword is not only a beautiful piece of art but also a deadly weapon.

-Dagger: A small blade concealed in a sheath in her boot. The weapon seems worthless next to her exquisite long sword. In a tight spot the small dagger is a better choice than a sword. The double edged blade can be used for slashing attacks and piercing. She has no skill with the little blade and only keeps it on her incase she has no options left.

-Longbow: This elven-made wooden bow has been with Tas the shortest though she is already familiar with it. This weapon was given to her the day she left home. Most of the time this weapon it wrapped in an oil cloth and kept in a small case of flexible leather, strapped next to her quiver across her back. Even though it is rarely used it has proven a valuable weapon time and time again.

-Arrows: Her quiver holds almost twenty-five arrows at a time. The arrows are made of many different types of wood, each with an extremely sharp tip.
 
Belongings: Tas always carries her sword and dagger, though when in a city she will usually leave her bow and arrows where ever she is staying. She carries a sack that holds a second set of clothes, food supplies, her coin pouch, and at times she will also stow her armor within. Other than that her only other belongings are the clothes she wears.

Familiars: Her little Red Fox friend, Thorn, has been with her for only a short while but she already feels so close to the creature. She found Thorn out on the Elverground when she first set out into the world with her oldest brother. She had helped the little creature out and as much as she tried to shoo him away, the persistent fox followed. Eventually she gave up trying to get rid of the funny little creature and welcomed his company.

   Thorn is about 69 nailsbreadth in length, his bushy tail extending that by another 39 nailsbreadth, and weights about 10 ods. Thorn's long snout and large ears are important for his increased sense of smell and heightened hearing that are dear to him. The fox is mostly rust colored, with his stomach and the tip of it tail white, and his paws and neck are black. His intelligent eyes are dark amber.
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Name: Tashia "Tas" Shadowrider

Gender: Female

Age: 118

Race: Elf

Tribe: Quaelhoirhim

Occupation: Fighter / Adventurer

Title: Lone Guardian

Overview: Tashia is different from most elven women; she doesn't seem bothered by it at all though. She knows no other way to be really, it's just the way she was raised. I'm confused by the previous two statements, as you state that she is different from most elves, yet you fail to say exactly how she is different.  She is a hundred and eighteen years old but she looks to be about twenty-three human years. She has lived around her four brothers for most of her life and learned to be tough quickly. Her skill with sword and bow exceed her brother's skills. Though none of her brother's will admit they are outmatched by the youngest. She is the pride of her parents. Tashia usually goes by Tas, a nickname acquired from her brothers.

Appearance

            Height: 2 peds

            Weight: 1 pygge 4 hebs

            Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

            Eye Color: Sapphire

            Physical Apperance: Tas is tall, lean, graceful, and beautiful, a few of the qualities of most elves. But under the two peds of height, under the about a pygge and a half of weight, under the born elven grace, under the dark blonde hair, and behind the sapphire eyes is a strange person. Beneath her frail appearance is a physical and mental strength. Her inner strength can be easily seen in the determined and sorrowful look upon her beautiful face, her outer strength in her very movements. Slightly tilted eyes and pointed ears the common marks of an elf. This isn't a complete sentence. For some of her kind the other traits are almost invisible or easily stand out. I don't know what you mean by this the way it is worded now.

             Tas has high cheekbones, and sharp but tender curves to her face. The imagery here seems off to me, as I don't know what you actually mean by "sharp but tender curves". That phrase seems to contradict itself. Her slightly tilted sapphire eyes gleam brightly, though most times the flame within is near death. It's not explained clearly enough here what it means for the flame to be near death. Once in a while a small smile graces her beautiful lips and her true beauty shows. Her long dark blonde hair hangs to her shoulders; usually it hangs free though during battle she ties it back with a strip of cloth. She has long arms and legs, and long delicate looking fingers, but steel is hidden behind her frail features. Tas dresses and acts more like a guy, being as she was raised around her five brothers and father, but nothing anyone says about her appearance or behavior bothers her. Though there is a flaw to her. Her gleaming eyes are slightly sunken and her delicately carved face is marred by lines from her constant battle for her soul. Again, the imagery isn't clear, I don't know what you mean by these lines.

            Clothing: Tas is dressed in a loose, pale blue shirt, with sleeves cut halfway to her elbows. She usually wears this light, cotton shirt over a chainmail hauberk, with a soft leather shirt beneath the chainmail. Over all that she wears a dark grey cloak, with large hood unless it all becomes too hot. Most of the time she wears this armor whenever she is out, thought sometimes she will stow the chainmail within her small pack. Thought she will always leave the soft leather on as a form of protection between a sword and tender flesh. She also wears a pair of leather leggings most of the time and worn leather boots.

            Sometimes she will forsake her travel clothes and armor while in the city and don a more presentable outfit that she keeps in her pack. A pale green shirt, well-made and smaller than her other shirt since this one was not made to fit over two layers of armor.  The leggings are a light grey color, well-made though travel worn even thought they usually ride at the bottom of her pack. But on the road everything becomes travel worn. While she shines in her less worn clothing, her worn boots and ever present weapons are still adorn her attire.

Personality: When around her brother's Tas was always easy-going and quick to laugh. The five of them had been close. Would it alter her history too drastically to lower the number of brothers she has? Elves don't usually have such large families, they're not nearly fertile enough. So instead of the four brothers, could her history work with just two? At that time she rarely had a reason to be sad or quiet. Many times being reprimanded by her parents for her rambunctious and boyish nature. The carefree attitude of a shelter child was the old Tas. The image of the world that she saw within the confines of her forest home was all she saw.

   After her brother's death that image was shattered. The thought that evil was nothing but a fairy tale ripped from her in a fatal blow. She soon learned that life was measured in breaths rather than the long years she had seen. Her heart began to freeze that day, and had it not been for Thorn, it would have stayed that way. The little playful fox brought out the best in her once more.

   Tas' outlook on the world is still a dim one. Her beautiful smiles that used to always play at the corners of her mouth have disappeared. She still smiles but the happiness that used to follow her everywhere was is rarely present now. Her world seemed to turn upside down, and her usual friendly nature had vanished. She is cautious now, and slightly uneasy around everyone. After being around someone for a while she becomes more at ease around them, though still wary.

   She is very shy around people and even when she gets to know someone she is still very quiet. Though when Thorn is around she brightens up and becomes more open, something about the little creature makes her feel at ease. The little fox always knows just when she needs him the most, and is always looking for a warm lap to curl up in. Around Thorn she is more confident of herself her mood brightens.

   One day maybe all that will change; she may find it in herself to return home. If she makes it back to her home, the old Tas might just break free of the vengeance and terror that hold her back.

Strengths
   -Blade: Tas has been learning the blade for a hundred and sixty three years. How could she have trained for this long when she is not even that old? While that may not be a long time with elves, she has become very skilled with the weapon.  She learned from her father, side by side with her four brothers. Each day she finds she had need of the skill for survival in a cruel world.

   -Bow: When she turned ten her father presented her with her first bow. She quickly took to the long distance weapon. She learned swiftly and while she is better than average with the bow, she often sets it aside for the sword. Still, she finds time to keep up her natural talent. She's too skilled for someone of her age and heritage. The bow combined with the sword makes it far too much skill for someone her age. I would suggest either upping the age or lowering the skill.

   -Stealth: While this is not one of her stronger skills she still has the ability. Her father was a ranger and taught all his children many of the skills he had mastered in his extended life. She was able to walk quietly, cause as little disturbance, and walk in the shadows. But anyone in the business of surviving could pick her out.

   -Thorn: Her Red Fox familiar is and extra set of eyes, ears, and a nose for the elf. This creature is also her closest friend and helps to starve off the rage that builds within her. Around this playful little creature her heart soars.

Weaknesses
   -Timid: Tas is very timid around strangers. She is not very social and usually prefers her own company or that of her familiar.

   -Vengeful: Behind the calm and collected exterior a part of her interior is consumed with rage. After the death of her oldest brother, a fire began to burn within her and slowly grows. The more she tries to quench it the quicker it spreads. Most of the time she can keep the revolting feeling tucked away into a small corner of her, but she fears that in time it will consume her if she doesn't do something. I'd like to see some mention of this rage in her personality, as it is indeed an important aspect of it.

   -Arachnophobia: She is deathly afraid of spiders. It is something she can't explain. It is just something about the creepy, eight-legged beasts that instill terror into her.

   -Trust: Trusting people is an issue with her. She rarely lets people into her inner circle and from there her trust is still very hard to earn. And after that it is extremely easy to break. Something inside her just gives off a feeling of unease around everyone.

   -Homesick: Homesickness often plagues her, but she feels as if she can never go back. Something about home catches her in the middle. She wishes she could return but there are too many memories and too much sorrow within the small village she spent many years. Maybe someday the pain will fade and she will find she can return to her family.

History: Tas' father, Alaric, was born the son of a forester like his father before him and his father's father before him. The surname Shadowrider had been adopted by Alaric's great grandfather, the name given to him by his friends. Since then they had all been Shadowriders and that name fit. Alaric's father had taught him all he knew, training the elf in the ways of a ranger. And in turn Alaric would train his sons in the ways of a ranger.
   
                 Tas' mother was a merchant's daughter. The merchant had only one child, Selena, his beloved daughter, before the death of his wife. So he taught his daughter what he knew, playing the part of mother and father as he raised his little girl. Selena grew and learned. She grew tired of the lessons with her father and the idea of being a merchant didn’t appeal to her but she dare not tell him.
   
                 So Tas' parents grew, one becoming a ranger, and the other a merchant. Alaric and Selena had known each other for most of their lives, and as kids they had gotten along well. In the small village everyone knew everyone else, and they were more like one family rather than separate. When Alaric started his training he saw less and less of Selena, the same going for her when her father began his lessons. So for many years neither saw very much of the other, only occasionally passing in the small town. After Alaric completed his training with his father, he spent more time alone in the woods. His father thought this wasn't good for him and decided it was time for his son to marry.
   
                The forester and the merchant soon came to an understanding and in the spring of the next year Alaric and Selena married. Neither had been informed of this ceremony until the pact was made, though they didn't fight the point. They began a happy life together and for once Alaric stayed home more often than not. They had five beautiful children, four sons and one wonderful daughter. Elves have a lower population than any other race as they're not that fertile, even with their own kind, so it really would make it more realistic to limit them to three children, Tas and two brothers. To edit the history to remove two brothers, all you'd have to do would be making another brother responsible for their exploits.
   
                 Alaric treated all his children as if they were sons though. Tas had a child's bow placed in her hands at the age of ten. Ten is a little young to start learning the bow, she'd be the equivalent of a six year old human. I'd suggest making her a little older when she started her training. She had a natural talent for the weapon that appeared in the beginning and within a few years she was competing with her oldest brother, Talon, who was six years, her senior. A few years isn't long enough for her to gain such skill, elves learn slower and more in depth than humans. Keep in mind that they live for centuries, so the passing of a few decades even means little to them. Talon never discouraged her or sulked when she out shot him. He would just ruffle her hair and grin down at her, proud of his little sister.
   
                Her father looked as if he would burst with pride every time she out did one of her older brothers. Even when she didn't do so well with stealth, Alaric was extremely proud of her. Tas thrived off her father's and brothers' praise, it made her feel like part of the group. And indeed she was part of their group and her brothers never left her out of anything, even when their mother deemed it to dangerous for a young girl. What are they doing that their mother deems dangerous? When her mother forbids her something, Tas is the first one to do it.
   
                She got caught many times but each time her brothers stood beside her and soon her mother completely gave up. Caught doing what? All day, every day Tas hung out with her older brothers, finding plenty of trouble and fun in their paths. Most of the people in their small town often said that Selena had five boys instead of four, but this didn't bother her that much. In fact that was where her nickname had found its roots. Her brothers had over heard some of the people talking one day as they raced by. Her second oldest brothers, Arutha and Dannis, came to an abrupt halt.

             The twins were almost four years older than their little sister, and even though they treated her like one of the boys they wouldn't stand for others to insult her. They turned around and headed toward the group, faces colored an ugly violet with anger. Talon and her other brother, Caleb, held the twins back, slowly trying to get away from there before something bad happened. When they got back to their house, Tas walked up to them and demanded to know why they acted that way. Talon and Caleb stood back smirking as their younger sister tore into their brothers.

             After a long discussion the twins finally calmed down, Talon just laughing at the way she rebuked them. Caleb had asked her why she wouldn't be mad after everyone had calmed down and she simply replied that if she wasn't one of the boys this home would be extremely boring. From that day forward they began to call her Tas and the name stuck. She liked it because it seemed to fit her better than the name her parents had given her.

            Soon her brothers began to train with swords but in this she was left out. Why wasn't she allowed to train with them? Her father taught her everything else he taught the boys. Did her mother prevent her from training? Her days seemed empty and devoid of all fun while the wandered the forest along. She wondered why she had been left out. Surely she had proved herself many times and her father knew she could handle anything. And she thought at least her brothers would stand up for her. But in this her father wouldn't budge. Tas decided that if her father wouldn’t teach her then she would learn on her own.

             She talked to Talon one night and after much discussion he agreed to help her. She trained with her older brother by night with a sword. For almost a half a year that went on and she got better. Then one night her father found out. He didn't seem angry or disappointed in her because she went behind his back. He actually seemed to glow with an inner pride. The following week she was allowed to join her brothers in training and given a small sword to fit her. She was seventeen then and quickly covered the ground that her brothers had gained on her. She's learning too fast for an elf. It's fine for her to become better than them, just give her more time to do it in. She was on an even scale with them by the time her next birthday had come. They would pair off for practice bouts and she could even hold her own against Talon. Life was perfect for his, once more she was included.

              On her twenty-fourth birthday she was given a beautiful long sword, specially made to fit her. One note about a sword made to fit her at that age: she's not fully grown yet, so it wouldn't be perfect for her once she is grown. Keep in mind that she's the equivalent of a 14 year old human at 24. With all of your ages, you should consult the Elf Aging Calculator just to be sure. She grinned broadly when she received the weapon and loved the feel of it in her grip. She looked questionably at small sapphire embedded into the pommel. Her father explained that that small star sapphire had been given to him by his father when she was born. It was given to him to form into a necklace when she got older, but he realized how little use for a necklace she would have. So Alaric commissioned the smith to make this sword and embed the small rock sized gem into the pommel. She grinned again and hugged her father and mother fiercely, thanking them for the wonderful gift. Her father beamed but her mother looked rather less pleased and somewhat confused that day.

              For almost ninety-one years she lived within the forest. Her brothers would travel throughout its length often and she would tag along. Her older siblings pleased to have her along with them. She saw many of the sights of the forest and the great cities and villages of her people. Though she grew bored and restless beneath the mass of branches. She noticed that Talon too looked less happy than usual. The sights of the forest were well known to the youngest and oldest of the family, but they wanted to see more. They wanted to see what was beyond the confines of their little environment.

              Arutha, Dannis, and Caleb seemed content with the forest life and Tas was happy for them. They had found something that they could live with. She knew that she could not always dwell beneath the canopy of branches. She needed something more to her life, a want for something new. She and Talon shared that, and it brought them closer together than ever. When Tas had turned one hundred and fourteen years old she decided it was time to go.

             She long argued her point with her parents. While her father seemed to understand her need to be free, her mother was less understanding. She argued fiercely that Tas could find all she wanted in life in the forest, and that the world beyond was dangerous. Tas began to give it up for hopeless but Talon stepped forward. He told his parents that he would be leaving and that Tas would be going with him. She couldn't believe it. He hadn't asked his parents permission, he had told them. Tas looked at the shock on her mother's face and saw the solemn nod from her father. With that Talon ushered her from the room and bid her pack her things, for the next day they would set out.

              That next morning her mother came to her early, begging her not to go. When Tas did not change her mind Selena wept and told her only daughter to be careful. That was all the distraught mother could manage before she was swept away by a tide of grief. She acted as if Tas was gone from her life forever. Her father grinned at her as she left the house with her pack slung across her back. The tall man that had taught her everything she knew stood before her, a new bow and quiver of arrows in hand. She hugged her father tightly and thanked him for the wonderful gift. She finally had a bow of her own, no longer having to use one of her brother's old ones. He also handed her a slightly heavy pouch of coins, then smiled one last time before disappearing back into the house.

              Her brothers came next, saying their goodbyes. They could not believe that they were being split up but they dealt with it the best they could, hoping for their sibling's swift return. They gave their little sister a soft leather shirt and chainmail hauberk, she thanked them and hugged each of them fiercely. As she stepped back she wished she hadn't, she wanted to be with her brothers but knew she had to go and they wouldn't follow this time. With a sad smile she bid them farewell then mounted up on a small white horse beside her brother and they set off.

               They reached the edge of the forest in less than two days; the plains of the Elverground could be seen spread out before them beyond the trees. All seemed fine that morning but it quickly turned bad. From the trees, two large men jumped down to block their path, wicked grin upon their faces and long scared swords in their hands. The demanded all their valuables and naturally Talon declined. His pride getting in the way, but he thought between the two of them they could handle the robbers. Talon slid down from his mount and pulled his sword, Tas following his example and they stood side by side.

               One of the robbers leapt forward and Talon stepped up to engage him. The other just watched Tas as if waiting for her to make the first move. Tas heard a cry of pain to her left and she spared a glance in that direction to see the first man on his back in the dirt. That was her mistake, by the time she looked back the second man was upon her. It was all she could do to get her sword up in time, as a huge overhead blow came down. Her arms went numb and she held the sword in a loose grip, taking a few steps backwards.

             To her left Talon had just succeeded in disarming the robber and lifted his sword, driving it down into the man's neck. A gurgled cry came from the man as he died and Tas felt as if she would be sick. The other man also heard the cry and turned as his partner took his last breath. With a sudden rage the man turned on Talon and before Tas could yell out a warning, the man's sword was planted firmly into Talon's turned back. Talon went limp and collapsed to the ground. Something happened then that Tas didn't understand.

               She was terrified of the man and she stepped backward toward the frightened horses. The man pulled his sword from her brother's body and stalked toward her. She found herself with her back against the gentle white horse she had ridden and she could feel its panic. The man sword came down and she dropped to the ground in the last second, barely avoiding the blow. The white horse however was killed with that swing, the blade crashing through its head and blood staining its white mane. With sudden bravery she rolled forward and pulled the dagger she saw poorly hidden in his boot. She drove upward with all her might, the point driving up into his head. She pulled the dagger out as the man fell to the ground.

              Tas rushed over to Talon, confirming her fears that her brother was dead. She sat there holding his prone form and weeping. After she had shed all her tears she stood and looked around. Tas found a patch of soft dirt and dug a small hole with the help of Talon's sword. She laid her brother in the grave, his hands clasping the sword hilt on his chest. Tas lightly brushed her lips to her brother's cheek before she covered him with the soft dirt.

              She gathered her sack and what ever supplies she could carry with her from the saddle bags of the dead horse.  Her brother's horse was nowhere to be seen and had probably bolted during the battle. She also took the dagger and boot sheath from the dead man, giving herself another weapon. She shouldered he pack, and covered in tears, blood, sweat, and dirt. She walked out of the woods. She kept going the way they had planned, the young elf unable to turn back and tell her family the news. Someday she might return, but until then, she no longer really had a home.

              Shortly after her brother's death she stumbled upon a young fox. The pup was pouncing around out in the open, yipping and snarling slightly. Tas watched the sight for a little while, shortly after she arrived the young Red Fox stopped yipping and hopping and lay on the ground, exhausted and whimpering in pain.

             Tas was cautious about approaching the animal but the creature's whimpering soon begun to thaw her newly frozen heart. She stepped toward the fox slowly, the little creature looking up at her warily. It was quite a pathetic sight as the animal wearily got to its feet and tried to back away. Collapsing as its left forepaw made contact with the hard packed ground.

   She kneeled next to the young fox and slowly and gently lifted him up. She waited for the fox to attack but it never came, nether did the frightened little animal bolt. She inspected the creature's forepaw and found a large thorn wedged into the bottom of the small paw, embedded just too deep for the fox to remove on his own. Tas gently removed the thorn, the fox yelping in sudden pain and relief as she did so. As soon as the thorn was out the fox flew from her arms, limping about a ped away then turning to watch her. Tas smiled slightly then turned to walk away. The little fox followed her, trotting along mostly on three legs. She felt a brush against her leg and looked down the find the rust colored little fox trotting swiftly along beside her, fighting to keep pace on three legs.
   
              She tried to run the fox off but no matter how much she tried she couldn't get rid of it. She grudgingly accepted the face that she wasn't going to get rid of it any time soon. She walked on slowly becoming accustomed to the brush of the fox's soft coat against her leg. After a short while she bent down and lifted the little creature into her arms and continued. The fox appeared to be grinning as she carried him with her, apparently having already trained its new master.

              After that they kept on their way, traveling to see the different parts of the land. But the carefree young elf that had first set out on the journey was gone, replaced now by an elf filled with terror and all but consumed by vengeance. The young fox that had decided to follow her had become her closest friend and kept the old Tas alive. Now Tas is wandering around still, the lonely guardian, hiding the truth from her family and living her life alone but for the company of the kind-hearted little fox. She searches for answers and maybe someday she will find them, and once more the old Tas will live.
 
Weapons
-Long Sword: This magnificent sword was specially made for Tas and given as a gift from her parents on her twenty-fourth birthday. The entire sword is almost a ped and a fore long and weights about two and a half ods. The blade alone is slightly under a ped long. The magnificent blade is well kept, the edges sharpened almost daily. The cross-guard is skillfully made; the tender vines that twine through the metal almost look real. The leather grip was molded to fit her seemingly delicate hands. And embedded into the pommel is a small beautiful star sapphire. The sword is not only a beautiful piece of art but also a deadly weapon.

-Dagger: A small blade concealed in a sheath in her boot. The weapon seems worthless next to her exquisite long sword but it has proved useful multiple times. In a tight spot the small dagger is a better choice than a sword. The double edged blade can be used for slashing attacks and piercing. Any skill she possesses with the dagger should be listed as a strength. As I already mentioned under her strengths, she has too much skill with too many weapons for someone her age and heritage as it is.

-Longbow: This elven-made wooden bow has been with Tas the shortest thought she is already familiar with it. This weapon was given to her the day she left home. Most of the time this weapon it wrapped in and oil cloth and kept in a small case of flexible leather, strapped next to her quiver across her back. Even though it is rarely used it has proven a valuable weapon time and time again.

-Arrows: Her quiver holds almost twenty-five arrows at a time. The arrows are made of many different types of wood, each with an extremely sharp tip.
 
Belongings: Tas always carries her sword and dagger, thought when in a city she will usually leave her bow and arrows where ever she is staying. She carries a sack that holds a second set of clothes, food supplies, her coin pouch, and at times she will also stow her armor within. Other than that her only other belongings are the clothes she wears.

Familiars: Her little Red Fox friend, Thorn, has been with her for only a short while but she already feels so close to the creature. She found Thorn out on the Elverground when she first set out into the world with her oldest brother. She had helped the little creature out and as much as she tried to shoo him away, the persistent fox followed. Eventually she gave up trying to get rid of the funny little creature and welcomed his company.

   Thorn is about 69 nailsbreadth in length, his bushy tail extending that by another 39 nailsbreadth, and weights about 10 ods. Thorn's long snout and large ears are important for his increased sense of smell and heightened hearing that are dear to him. The fox is mostly rust colored, with his stomach and the tip of it tail white, and his paws and neck are black. His intelligent eyes are dark amber.

You have a good start here, there are just a few things to fix here and there. ;)
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« Reply #2 on: October 05, 2007, 10:15:17 AM »

Finally got sometime to work on this ... bumpin back up now ... thanks to the help changes have been made in greeen
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« Reply #3 on: October 08, 2007, 04:30:55 AM »

bumpin it back to the first page grin
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« Reply #4 on: October 08, 2007, 12:12:36 PM »

My comments have been accounted for, so first approval given. Thumb up
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« Reply #5 on: October 09, 2007, 04:42:27 AM »

As with Vesk's comment above. Everything seems to be in order. ~Second Approval~
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« Reply #6 on: October 09, 2007, 04:44:02 AM »

congratz on approval.
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« Reply #7 on: October 09, 2007, 11:30:16 AM »

And titled. :)

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« Reply #8 on: October 09, 2007, 01:21:10 PM »

Yay ... all color gone grin
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