Finished.

Credits to maetheellen on Picrew for the image

Full Name:

Lalani Briggs

Meaning “Heavenly Lei”

Age:

21

Gender:

Female

Specialization:

Warrior – Close Range

Dragon:

Open/TBD

Appearance:

Credits to maetheellen on Picrew for the image

A lean and agile form graces the body of Lalani, built up from years of adventuring, training, and just working in general. Her muscles are mostly centered around her abdomen and arms, but some not-as-prominent ones lining her legs. Those of her upper body make for some rather strong hits whenever she fights, but not enough to be considered any sort of strength. Traversing through dense vegetation appears to be one of its fortays, the muscles in her legs working well with her more agile ways. However, unlike many agile specimens, she is surprisingly durable – able to take a number of reasonable hits within batting an eye. Though this is likely due to the sheer amount of injuries she has gained over the years if the scarring around her body is anything to go by. Her 5’7” stature usually holds a rather relaxed posture, nothing like those of nobleman or refined folk. If anything it could be considered slightly lazy, especially when she appears to slouch. Still it does retain some more feminine qualities that some could consider attractive. Some curvature is noticeably present around her sides, but is not heavily leaned into – grasping onto a more modest approach. Her skin is of a tan hue and quite a lovely one at that. A tattoo is painted over the skin of the underside of her arm (just below her wrist), black in color and easy to spy if not for its orientation. Its design is that of a simplistic compass, with the north arrow pointing to her palm and the south down her arm. At the east and west, the drawings of a sunset and sunrise are in their respective places. She tends to hold this marking into the light whenever trying to tell directions.

The face of this warrior is feminine in structure, consisting of a round and soft profile – a mature yet youthful look attached to it. A beautiful colleague of features in her mind but one she never brags about, merely being grateful to have such aspects. Her head takes the “common” heart shaped approach with some more defined edges to her jawline and chin. However, such shifts in direction remain soft rather than the chiseled look most men obtain. The skin of this area is almost completely smooth and lacking in freckles, leaving it to retain a more consistent tone. It is possible, at times, to spy the smallest amount of natural flush along the tops of her cheeks whenever she is in some sort of lighting. Long and rich chocolate-brown hair frames the sides of her face, meshing wonderfully with the hue of her skin. Its part is mostly centered but does lean and slant slightly to the right. These strands all have a modest curve or wavy quality to them, with some ends going so far as to curl out from the rest in mass. Thick strands of bangs come down either side of her head, though only those on her left are visible – those on the right blending in seamlessly with the rest. The left-sided bangs cover a good portion of her eye (around half to be exact) as well as the entirety of her ear. When working, training, fighting, or the like, her hair tends to be tied up into a ponytail. Her ears are human shaped for the most part, but do carry a vague point to them at their tips. A hint towards some more diluted elfish blood, perhaps? Her eyes are almond shaped, their irises a light amber hue. They always come off as calm and relaxed in “posture” and demeanor, but with a playful glint cropping up here and there. Outside of this, they are not all that expressive.

Two main outfits form the makeup of Briggs’ wardrobe throughout the trip, fit for differing circumstances to allow for some diversity in wear. The first outfit of the two seems to focus heavily on more formal occasions the group could possibly encounter – as unlikely as it seems. Its centerpiece is a sleeveless black dress, its shade bordering along the lines of “gray.” The sides of the “fancy” wear curve around her arms, leaving the bare edges of her shoulders bare while the rest remain covered. Its collar wraps partially up her neck, securing its hold on her form without the threat of its fabric slipping said shoulders. Around her midsection it is pretty form-fitting, outlining a good chunk of her curves but not being uncomfortably tight. The lower portion ends a few inches after her knees and is just a smidge wavy around the hem in design. Two white lines run down the sides of the front (one on each side), starting alongside her “sleeves” and ending at its bottom. Short and black leather boots are paired with this dress, not terribly expensive or pristine in appearance but fancy enough to pass by. Strings of a slightly lighter black criss-cross down the front but add very little utility. Their design is, naturally, made to protect her feet while still being lightweight in order to not hinder her agility. Socks are worn with these shoes. Her second outfit does appear to take a lot of inspiration from her first. It consists of a long sleeved or sleeveless gray top – her choice completely dependent on the circumstance – and long khaki colored pants. The shirts, like the dress, are on the “form-fitting” side but with more room to breathe than its counterpart. The pants are partially curled up at their ends, leaving room to show off her shoes that would lie underneath otherwise. Said shoes are another pair of leather boots, now brown in color for both leather and string. Like before, they are lightweight rather than clunky but still provide a measurable amount of defense. A camo green jacket can sometimes be observed hanging loosely around her shoulders and arms, never closed and seemingly lacking in any manner to do so – as though plucked out by herself. Pockets line its fabric both inside and out, providing means to hold a great range of smaller items. Though they are mostly reserved for a favorite of hers. On the hotter days, she tends to wrap this jacket around her waist (after taking out its pockets’ contents of course). Chainmail may also be present on some days, but it is not all that common.

Practical are most of the accessories of this lady, pertaining almost entirely to her class and weapon(s) of choice with some exceptions. Of these outliers there are only two, both of which are only tied into her more formal outfit. A sun-hat is the first of these two – a rarer sight to behold in all truthfulness but not one that will go unknown by others. Its coloration is of a dark blue, nearing black on the spectrum of that color. Around her neck a necklace of four strands extends, each strand gets increasingly longer as it goes on. The first part is of a soft fabric coiling around her neck like a modern day choker. The second a string of pearls just barely looser than the fabric. The third strand is merely a string of black leather with nothing adorning its material. Finally, the fourth strand is a mix of small beads and natural pearls – all brightly colored and standing out from her dress. At its center, a singular black pearl can be observed. For her secondary and main outfit she wears neither of these. Instead, a multitude of belts and holsters line her body – coating almost every limb and section with at least one of them. One goes around her chest, another her waist, a third and fourth around her upper thighs, and a fifth around her upper right arm. All are made from highly durable leather and are snuggly set into their places. Knives are what these belts and holsters hold, her favorite weapon or “preciouses” as she would say. They can be found almost everywhere like these belts: one inside her left boot (in either outfit), three around her chest, one in the holster on her arm, more than she can count within the pockets of her jacket (all encased on leather to prevent damage to either), and at least two on each side of her waist belt. Almost every single knife is completely unique from the rest, with different purposes and skills depending on its blade. Those which seem to share an appearance are meant to act as dual weapons.

Lalani’s voice is not exactly one considered to be easy on the ears. It is a bit scratchy by nature but not annoyingly so – something that is always present but exemplified in the mornings. Its pitch is medium-leaning-low for more feminine calls, pairing oddly well with its slightly rougher sound. It is not loud either, sticking to an inside voice almost constantly – thus allowing it to be spoken over somewhat easily (though she tends to just allow this). Few have heard her raise her volume, if anyone at all. Her anger does not rile her up like most, being more of a low and steady boil then a rising steam. Its tone is calm like the expression of her eyes and carries that same side of playfulness to it. A promise for inevitable teasing is its most probable source. Despite the lack in shifting volume and unlike her eyes, her tone is a lot more expressive than her eyes.

Personality:

Teasing || Adventurous || Competitive || Good Sport || Does Not Take Anything Seriously || Reckless || Laid Back || Between Energetic & Lazy || Overly Curious || Nosey || Caring || Can Be Sensible || “Slightly” Clumsy || Stubborn || Decent Actor || Purposefully Stupid || Selectively Intelligent || Sociable || Bit Oblivious || Thoughtful At Times

“What? It’s just a little scratch. It’ll heal by the end of the day.”

Skills:

Knife Skills

Lalani is considered to be quite competent in handling knives – knowing their ins and outs like the back of her hand. Parrying, disarming, and “getting the drop” on opponents are but some of the skills she has developed from training with these weapons. Even the aspect of throwing knives is a part of her arsenal despite her more close range ways. Though she dares not do so to not lose any of her precious stash. She… is a bit too attached to these knives if she were being honest.

Directional Skills

The brown haired girl is surprisingly adept at discerning directions! Though no tracker nor scout, she can easily and swiftly decipher where exactly she is heading by simply looking at the sky. There is very little getting lost with her.

Pain Resistance

Both a pro and a con if one were to be truthful. With the amount of times Lalani has gotten herself injured over the years she has developed a large amount of pain resistance to her name. It is not uncommon to see her rather injured yet completely unfazed by the situation. Though, this does mean that she may be hurt unknowingly at times.

Strengths:

+ Good With Directions

+ Agility

+ Durability

+ Knife Skills

+ Pain Resistance

+ Intelligent

+ Acting

Weaknesses:

- Clumsy

- Long Ranged Opponents

- Stealth

- Hand-to-Hand Combat

- Reckless

- Takes Nothing Seriously

- Pain Resistance

Crush:

Maybe Open?

More so looking for development

Partner:

Nada

Kin:

Possibly Open

Affiliations:

Open. I want her ta have a few people she can be competitive with.

Other:

- Lalani comes from a well off family though not a particularly rich one. They possess enough wealth to buy some more expensive gifts (at times) but not enough to do so consistently.

- No one touches her knife stash without her permission. Absolutely no one.

And I forgot ta put the extra bit again- So how about the Screaming Death from the How To Train Your Dragon series? Always thought the design and small bit of lore behind was quite nice.

Ciliren Rosaniya Valroris

Appearance

{Credits to Malachitinous on picrew.me}

Ciliren has drawn the short end of the stick when compared to her siblings, especially her twin. She stands at a whopping height of 5’3’. While most elven-human hybrid children bear fairer skin tones and some so pale you would presume their skin to be translucent this fortunately is not the case for Ciliren. Her skin holds some degree of pigmentation. A shimmering golden hue if caught in the right angle of sunlight you would assume it to be glowing. If caught under the UV rays of the sun long enough she burns a dark caramel tan. Her physical features serve as her best assets, pun intended. Despite her short height she bears a very well muscled frame from years of training in combat since childhood that is well complemented by an hourglass figure. Her breasts and rump are well endowed and she tends to leave very little to the imagination with regard to her choice in clothing. She carries herself with an air of annoyance generally only utilizing the graceful air of her elven lineage when she sees fit, although some may argue she has an air about her that draws the attention of even the most experienced battlemen.

Ciliren bears light snow white hair that is wavy at its ends and sits at the middle of her neck. Unlike her sibling counterpart, who refuses to cut their elven hair, Ren keeps it short for two reasons; Low maintenance and stays out of the way in battle. She also keeps it short out of spite from their father. Her eyebrows are the same color allowing her heterochromatic eyes to really stand out as well as her freckles, courtesy of her human mother. Her heterochromia falls on the darker hue set, her right eye a deep chestnut brown with the faintest hint of honey yellow intertwined within and a left light green eye the color of pale eucalyptus leaves. She has soft facial features complimenting her heart shaped face and a full set of luscious lips that can oftentimes be found in a devious smirk, better yet if you have peaked her fancy you may find her slightly elongated canines biting down on her lower lip. Her father is pure elf thus granting her and her twin the luxury of pointed ears. Hers are littered with piercings essentially lining the rim of her right ear while the left remains rather barren with only two lobe piercings. She will only wear gold out of respect for her bloodline but generally keeps it limited to studs or small hoops that hug the edge of her cartilage. Her neck is long and well pretty much naked and she enjoys keeping it that way. Her arms are well muscled, nothing crazy, but rather give the appearance of someone who trains daily. Her torso while tasteful is generally out in the open, given her height it does make it her only target for enemies. She does bare a long jagged scar that starts at the back of her left ninth rib and goes across her lower abdomen ending at her right hip. Her hips are wide and also well complimented by a set of thick well-muscled lower appendages and a backside most could not resist.

Ren’s attire is rather limited to mostly skin tight fighting leathers with numerous sleeves for daggers and bone armor. Casual attire for her consists of an underbust leather corset, leather pants, tucked tunic of varying emerald green, royal teal, or burgundy red; the colors of her fathers bloodline. She typically also wears wrist gauntlets that all have slits to hold her favored daggers. She always has a multitude of daggers on her at all times, if that has not become evident. She pairs her outfits with knee length boots. Additionally, during missions she does wear a black hooded cloak and owns several cloaks of all colors of her fathers house.

Personality:

Abrasive | Devious | Hostile | Manipulative | Mischievous | Cryptic | Possessive | Vindictive | Temperamental | Amorous | Loyal | Stubborn | Headstrong | Bold | Militant | Devoted | Observant | Reserved

“Daddy’s royal fuck up.”

Again. Short. End. Of. The. Stick. While a decent amount of her fathers lineage has passed onto her physically, she could not serve to disappoint their father any more than the rest of their dead siblings. He had tested her in a multitude of ways both mentally and physically throughout her youth to the point she had to prove she wasn’t useless or face death multiple times in her young life. She has grown so out of touch with society she would much rather remain cooped up in her room than bother with formalities of greeting and introducing herself. So much so she has allowed his fucked up way of weeding out the weak to instill a bitch of a persona out of her that only her sister can really pry away.

Having to face a bombardment of random fucks trying to kill her Ciliren holds herself to very militant standards when it comes to battle or even training. She has a will to live and will not stop fighting until someone takes the fight out of her.

“I don’t play nice with others… unless you're my sister.”

In case it was not clear before. Ciliren abhors socializing. She is heavily reserved and does not play well with others due to her fathers incessant onslaught of death. She uses this front as a means to determine people's true intentions either with her or her sibling and very seldomly allows herself the company of others for very long, that is unless they have managed to prove themselves as a useful ally. She holds her bond with her sibling closer than any other and thus will not hesitate to take out a motherfucker if need be, on behalf of her sibling.

“Back the fuck up and give me my space or I will give you a reason to stay the fuck away.”

Ciliren does not like to share her personal space with anyone but her sister. She understands there are public places where that just is not feasible but given her very tasteful figure she has had idiots insert themselves into places she did not ask nor heed them to thus she allows her more mischievous ways of getting people to piss off to show in her cruelty. Ren holds no regard for others feelings, that is no one other than her sibling, and tends to come off as blunt in doing so. Sometimes people need that and sometimes they need a dagger shoved into a place the sun does not shine (unless they’re a weirdo then I mean to each their own I guess).

"Don’t attempt to toy with my heart, you will get hurt."

Love and affection are words that do not associate with or are affiliated to Ciliren. The only person she loves is her sister and the only person she allows to give her any form of true affection. Affection is only given by Ren toward her sister when she deems it necessary or when it is asked for by her sibling, everyone else is on their own. If she were to manage to find someone who happened to pry her heart open she would bleed for this individual until her last dying breath. Her loyalty is not something she takes lightly and the moment it is crossed consider yourself a dead man… or woman. You better sleep with one eye open and a weapon very close because she will choose the least suspecting time to strike you.

Backstory:

Where to begin… I suppose at my birth. I was born of a human mother and spiteful elven father. He essentially bred my mother for the purposes of continuing his own bloodline more or less last name. Unable to grant him a male heir he killed her after the birth of me and my twin. He had slaughtered many of his children that he did not deem as worthy of life; either because they had too many human traits or failed to fend for themselves during his test of wills as he would call it. I was the last daughter of eight to be born and was not deemed worthy at my birth by my father, so I began the test of wills at the ripe age of 5. He made sure to brand me as an infant to easily separate me from my twin and left me this rugged scar across my abdomen. I had managed to prove myself a worthy opponent after managing to writhe myself out from under the pillow he attempted to suffocate me with and sink my teeth into him. The tests progressed to random men sneaking into my room at night with a variety of weapons from little throwing stars, to daggers, to knives, to swords. Each male I was successful in taking down I would essentially win their weapon and trained myself to excel in. Once I turned 18 and passed the final test of wills they stopped and out of spite for surviving and managing to live he sentenced me to work as his personal assassin. He had also told me from the age of 5 that if I survived to 18 he would tell me how my mother died. What he failed to add was that he would describe her death in vivid detail. She was tortured for three whole days before nature had taken its course. Cruel. Evil. Male.

He abruptly sent me off for two years at an assassins guild composed of only females and was formerly taught how to wield weapons. I excelled in close quarters combat particularly in the class of daggers and in the field of poisons, the rest is essentially history.

Despite my father’s treatment toward me and his doting for my older twin it really didn’t affect my bond with her since she saw me for my worth and made sure early on I knew it too. We remained close up until he had sent me off to be trained but she eventually joined me. While I do ponder the many ways of killing my father and avenging the death of our mother I haven’t had the heart to do so since my sister views him entirely differently.

Skills:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Affiliations: [Open]

Crush: N/A

Partner: N/A

Kin:

Adrian Valroris - father

Zaleria Kalena Valroris - mother (deceased)

Nyrria Lensa Valroris - sibling (deceased)

Vaeri Zaleria Valroris - sibling (whereabouts unknown)

Ghilianna Cartoris Valroris - sibling (deceased)

Tsarra Nuala Valroris - sibling (deceased)

Itylara Valroris- sibling (whereabouts unknown)

Ildilyntra Valroris - sibling (whereabouts unknown)

Sorisansa Aleratha-Delsanra Valroris - twin

Other:

Currently reading Fourth Wing and I will have to say Sgaeyl has to be my favorite thus far.