Post by REN SHADEWEAVER on May 20, 2011 16:59:14 GMT 1
REN SHADEWEAVER
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CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]
»»FULL NAME:[/b] Ren Shadeweaver
»»AGE:[/b] 776 Years
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] Agent, 'Handmaiden' To Nuala.
»»FACTION:[/b] Fantasy Realm
»»SPECIES : [/b] Elf
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Chaotic Neutral: She doesn't quite fit on either side of the spectrum, but nor is she unactive. While it might seem like Ren has her own ideas and beliefs, they do not hinder her in her service to Nuala, to whom she is utterly loyal.
"My duty is my life. I do not serve because it is in royal order, I serve because it is a cause I deem well worth any struggle."
»»ABILITY: [/b] Sandman – Ren is able to see, enter and toy about with the dreams of others, as if it were just another plane to walk around in. This ability was a gift from a befriended fey, who often was responsible for peculiar dreams and nightmares. It may only be enacted through either physical contact with the dreamer, or being asleep in close proximity to the dreamer. While the ability seems to be rather handy in most situations, it is also a great risk. Dreamers with enough will to resist the influences may shove Ren out, or even hurt her, whatever they manifest. So it is more of a special occasion, and carefully executed as to avoid any mishaps.
"What I see... What I feel... It is nothing too different than what you see and feel now, save for that it is an entirely different realm of existence, a world with little consequence and so many illusionary possibilities."
- - -Strength: Can be influential
- - -Drawbacks: Subject to the dreamer's potentially stronger will
THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]
»»EYE COLOR:[/b] Bright Amber Gold
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b] Pale Blond
»»HEIGHT:[/b] 5'7
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Tanya Dziahileva (Versace Model)
»»APPEARANCE: [/b]
Physically, Ren has all the natural traits common of her kind. The amber-gold eyes that shine with a beauty humans only dream of, the long and straight pale hair without a strand out of place, and the milky fair skin without a blemish in sight. Her face is very feminine-featured, with full and curved lips, slightly rounded and fine cheeks, brow ridges, chin, and eyes. She stands about 5'7, and has a very proportionate, feminine physique one might expect of some kind of acrobat or dancer. But she doesn't have much for prominent muscles, having just enough strength to be quick and dextrous. Like most elves, Ren is very clean and pleasantly scented.
Ren's formal attire is anything one would expect of a royal attendant, a kind of brilliance just beneath the royals themselves. She, by custom wears a long gown, with thinly pleated vanilla fabric, overlaid with a light golden solid fabric in a coat-like style, parted down the center. Around the waist is a form-fitting deep gold cincher with a plain, ribbed design. The underfabric of the sleeves are form fit around the forearm, while the overfabric cut off loosely at the elbow. Attached to the back of the overfabric is a hood, which Ren often keeps up, covering her hair loosely. The neck of the garment is short, a frilly cutoff at midneck, with no ornaments. On Ren's feet are matching golden slipper shoes, rather plain and simple, with light cream stockings underneath. Despite the dress, Ren is quite agile, and often wears cream-colored pants underneath, as well as a turtle-neck type long shirt of matching color and fabric, so that she can shed the robes if need be. Ren never goes anywhere without four silver knives hidden about in her clothing, with which she is most profficient.
"I am nothing but your shadow, Princess. It is my duty."
»»PERSONALITY: [/b]
Ren is, at first glance, a very quiet, humble individual, perfect for her role. She is prim and proper, never out of turn or disgraceful. She believes in true loyalty, as she has seen what chaos and pain disloyalty brings. But it doesn't boil down to just that, in her opinion. Ren views her service to Nuala as a most worthy purpose to live for. Needless to say she does her work well, and doesn't hesitate to follow her mistress' word. When it comes to her beliefs on morality, Ren is very 'in the grey area' about things. She believes that she should do whatever it takes to make the ends meet, even if it means to kill. This is not to say Ren is heartless, she'd avoid killing or even harming innocents if she saw them that way. She's quite bold, but isn't entirely fearless.
But in private, Ren is more than just the obedient handmaiden everyone else sees. Much like Nuala, she opens up, feels free from the restraints of elven society. She can be kind and thoughtful, though quite awkward about closeness with anyone besides her lady. Nuala can bring out the side of Ren that no one else sees... Happiness. Joy. Humor. It is stark in contrast to the formal and professional image Ren maintains in public.
Ren generally avoids becoming too familiar or close with others, with the exception of Nuala. This is likely because she deems Nuala one of a kind, deeply trusting her and hardly anyone else. To Ren, anyone could become an enemy, be a threat, or betray her. But if Nuala showed faith in someone, Ren would be more inclined to trust them, and build a relationship. Romantically, however, Ren shows no interest. She's never displayed any desire for anyone, and has never spoken of any kind of affection. If she did feel an attraction, Ren wouldn't dare speak of it to anyone but Nuala, and even then she'd be hesitant to.
While appearing stoic and fearless, no one is truly like stone. What Ren fears most isn't necessarily death, but being apart from her dearest and only friend, Nuala. Second to that is the fear of betrayal towards herself, which usually keeps her distant from others. Following up is the fear of failure. Ren would never want to fail her lady, Princess Nuala, having such a high opinion of her, and a deeply founded sense of loyalty.
THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]
»»FAMILY TREE:[/b]
Father- Aramis Shadeweaver (Deceased) - Former General under King Balor, before and after aquisition of the Golden Army.
Mother- Gaeda Shadeweaver (Deceased) - Former Artist, often made likenesses of the Royal Family.
Brother- Audron Shadeweaver (Missing) – Former castle guard.
"My family? Their story is one well known in elven court, like some human-written tragedy spoken of only in gossips and whispers."
»»IDOLS:[/b] Princess Nuala. Though Ren has long had distaste for humans, her ways are slowly becomming more pacifistic over time. She wants peace as much as her mistress does, but because of her upbringing, sees different avenues to achieve that goal. Ren would do whatever she deems necessary, violent or otherwise, if it meant a step closer to her objective. While old habits die hard, Ren sees Nuala's amiable attitude towards things as ideal, and strives to follow.
"I want to see the good in the world my lady, but there are days that I cannot help but fear the light we hope for is long gone..."
»»HISTORY: [/b]
The Shadeweaver family.
Their origins trace all the way back to the beginning, as one of the first and most renowned supporters of King Balor. They served in one way or another, as generals, advisors, or handmaidens in the royal court. But in the more recent ages, the name no longer carries the bright and shining reputation. Now, it only a tragic shadow of the former image, for a tale so full of sorrow unfolded for this grand family. It began with Ren's parents, years after her birth, when she was just coming to adulthood. Ren's father grew restless in King Balor's service and wholly disagreed with his majesty's decision to bring relief to the humans. Though the proud general had served his king for so long and so faithfully, he couldn't help but feel a disturbing change in the wind. It was for this wariness of the future that Aramis trained his daughter how to fight, and had a great effect on Ren's beliefs over combat and honorable conduct.
Ren's father soon became distant from King Balor, and found great promise in Prince Nuada. The prince's resistance to his father's choice intrigued Aramis, and the general came to support him, as did Ren's brother, Audron. Unfortunately the decision to defect would mean the end of the renowned general and his son. He was brought before King Balor and executed, though his wife and daughter were kept in good standing for their faithfulness. Audron escaped the elven lands in fear for his life, leaving behind only a note, a promise to return.
Ren and her mother were heartbroken. All Ren could do was watch as her mother descended deeper into grief, eventually madness. Gaeda Shadeweaver ended her own life in the depths of the forest, and it is said that somewhere, her ghost still wanders aimlessly among the mystical wood. As the last of her family, Ren stayed in court, proving her loyalty and remaining strong despite the tragedies. Pitied by King Balor, Ren was given the task of being Princess Nuala's handmaiden, though much more than any simple servant. Ren also became Nuala's protector and agent, doing her lady's bidding as needed.
Ren struggled with her grief at times, but Nuala's kindness had a great effect on her. Eventually, she moved on from the dark past, believing in a bright future. The two became dear friends, though their closeness was mostly private. Through the best and the worst, they helped one another. Often times the pair were described as 'a sword and shield' in whispers of the court, either jokingly or in fondness. Years passed into decades, and decades became centuries. Ren still faithfully serves her mistress, even beyond her King's death.
THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]
»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Allie
»»GENDER:[/b] Female
»»AGE:[/b] 18
»»TITLE:[/b] N/A
»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]
Another day in darkness. Another day spent too far from the sun.
Ren was out and about in the Market this late afternoon, sent to the bustling underground bazaar to find her mistress another book. Her task wasn't to find just any book, but a book of poetry, something her lady had a fondness for. Some stalls around sold books, even human ones, but usually didn't have the kind of texts Ren sought. There was one particular store, though, that sold a wide variety of tomes, novels, and scrolls. The golden handmaiden was quick, undistracted by the loud merchants, the various noises of bartering and rambling, customers and vagabonds alike. She headed straight through the crowd, hooded and veiled for discretion. Ren felt there was no time to wander or dally, her mistress waited, unshielded by her presence. She never liked having to leave her lady's side, but Nuala insisted.
Gracefully she dodged the odd and the fascinating inhabitants of the market, avoiding as much contact as possible, and keeping her eyes away from anyone elses', or their wares. She didn't much like being interrupted in her duties, and if she let her gaze linger anywhere, no doubt someone would try to snag her attention more vigorously. Situations like that sometimes didn't end very well. Finally, Ren arrived at the door of the bookstore and pushed open the door, a gentle clinging of a bell at the top signaling to the owner that she arrived. The interior was familiar to her by now, an odds and ends kind of sight. The place was well aged, some of the books untouched for a long time and coated with a layer of dust. Piles of books and papers were strewn about, but kept with some semblance of tidiness away from the paths to walk around. Ren was quiet as she wandered past the shelves and piles, searching for a title that she hadn't seen before. It was hard this time, to pick something new. Nuala had read so many that new content was becoming scarce.
The elderly owner watched her for a time with mild interest but left her be. Ren looked around for a good fifteen minutes or so, when she finally found an unfamiliar book on the second floor, a collection of human poems from the early 1920's, which was in incredible condition for it's age. Looking at the dusted book, Ren smiled softly. It had to be something Nuala would like, she was sure of it. Satisfied with her find, the handmaiden paid the owner and left, ready to make her way back.
But on her way back home, a glinting, large ornate locket on the counter of a nearby stall caught her attention. It was unlike any other trinket around, and seemed unusually large for a pendant. Against her better judgment the elf went to inspect the ornament. She was victim to her curiosity for once, and was allowed to handle the thing. When opened, the round locket revealed a complex music box system inside, and began to play a rather enchanting tune. Ren's features softened as she held the source of a beautiful melody, and heavily considered caving in to buy it. It wasn't like she hadn't the coin to do so, but it seemed a silly thing to do. What did it matter? Tradition was fading as the years piled on, something so little could be allowed... So small a pleasure she could afford.
So simple... A series of gears and pins harmonizing, yet they create something greater than what they appear to be in silence.
Ren handed the merchant a few coins to pay for the locket, and swiftly left the market to hurry on home.
Ren was out and about in the Market this late afternoon, sent to the bustling underground bazaar to find her mistress another book. Her task wasn't to find just any book, but a book of poetry, something her lady had a fondness for. Some stalls around sold books, even human ones, but usually didn't have the kind of texts Ren sought. There was one particular store, though, that sold a wide variety of tomes, novels, and scrolls. The golden handmaiden was quick, undistracted by the loud merchants, the various noises of bartering and rambling, customers and vagabonds alike. She headed straight through the crowd, hooded and veiled for discretion. Ren felt there was no time to wander or dally, her mistress waited, unshielded by her presence. She never liked having to leave her lady's side, but Nuala insisted.
Gracefully she dodged the odd and the fascinating inhabitants of the market, avoiding as much contact as possible, and keeping her eyes away from anyone elses', or their wares. She didn't much like being interrupted in her duties, and if she let her gaze linger anywhere, no doubt someone would try to snag her attention more vigorously. Situations like that sometimes didn't end very well. Finally, Ren arrived at the door of the bookstore and pushed open the door, a gentle clinging of a bell at the top signaling to the owner that she arrived. The interior was familiar to her by now, an odds and ends kind of sight. The place was well aged, some of the books untouched for a long time and coated with a layer of dust. Piles of books and papers were strewn about, but kept with some semblance of tidiness away from the paths to walk around. Ren was quiet as she wandered past the shelves and piles, searching for a title that she hadn't seen before. It was hard this time, to pick something new. Nuala had read so many that new content was becoming scarce.
The elderly owner watched her for a time with mild interest but left her be. Ren looked around for a good fifteen minutes or so, when she finally found an unfamiliar book on the second floor, a collection of human poems from the early 1920's, which was in incredible condition for it's age. Looking at the dusted book, Ren smiled softly. It had to be something Nuala would like, she was sure of it. Satisfied with her find, the handmaiden paid the owner and left, ready to make her way back.
But on her way back home, a glinting, large ornate locket on the counter of a nearby stall caught her attention. It was unlike any other trinket around, and seemed unusually large for a pendant. Against her better judgment the elf went to inspect the ornament. She was victim to her curiosity for once, and was allowed to handle the thing. When opened, the round locket revealed a complex music box system inside, and began to play a rather enchanting tune. Ren's features softened as she held the source of a beautiful melody, and heavily considered caving in to buy it. It wasn't like she hadn't the coin to do so, but it seemed a silly thing to do. What did it matter? Tradition was fading as the years piled on, something so little could be allowed... So small a pleasure she could afford.
So simple... A series of gears and pins harmonizing, yet they create something greater than what they appear to be in silence.
Ren handed the merchant a few coins to pay for the locket, and swiftly left the market to hurry on home.
