Thread: The Glamorous Life of an Adventurer Part 1 (HaloHeroWolf118 & Atroxa)

RE The Glamorous Life of an Adventurer Part 1 See more Name Varena Eberhart Age 22 Race Human Description or Picture Short Biography Varena is a knight in a long line of knights, the Eberhart family being among some of the most celebrated in the kingdom of Melidor, with several famous heroes throughout their line of knights. Varena was the only child born to her father, who refused to remarry after his wife's death when Varena was only a child. Because he had no sons he trained Varena to be a knight instead. Women, however, are not allowed to become knights, so instead she works as a mercenary, though she does her best to employ the knight's code of honor in her life. Other Information Heterosexual. Has a poor relationship with her father so rarely returns home to see him. She is very serious much of the time, and can be easily angered especially when she's insulted. She is also very loyal though, and has a good heart. She has a secret goal to someday become a knight, though she isn't sure how she'll achieve this. Name Laendiir Vanbineth Age 135 Race Wood Elf Description or Picture Female Male Short Biography Laendiir was born in the forests of southern Melidor, raised in her tribe in the traditional way of her people, moving about with them, learning to hunt, and learning to respect and revere nature. She was selected just before puberty though to join the Moon Tribe, the training of which involves a transformation in the priest or priestess's very physiology, tying it to the moon. As the moon changes, so does their gender, allowing the priests to embody both sides of nature. At the full moon they become female, at the new moon they are male, with the changes between the two being gradual as the moon waxes and wanes. Laendiir spent nearly a hundred years with the Moon Tribe until deciding she wanted to see more of the world and leaving. Other Information Despite her age, Laendiir acts rather youthful, because of her upbringing among the Wood Elves, who do not have the strictest of morality, she can be impulsive, often doing things simply because they seem like a good idea at the time. Laendiir has a strong preference for men, but during her new moon form does develop a sharper interest in women. Laendiir can also shape shift into various animals. Varena had never much minded the cold, having grown up in northern Melidor, but this was just ridiculous. There was cold, and then there was this frozen hell she had found herself in. She could only hope that the pay would be worth it, the dwarf had assured them that it would be but she would see about that in the end. Especially since there was not only this unbearable weather to deal with but her companions. The lizard was alright, so was the half elf though he seemed a little too keen on her for her tastes, it was more that little imp that she wanted to pound into the ground that made her feel perpetually grumpy. Thankfully he was off in the ruins trying to find a way in, but Varena was sure that when he returned, she'd be subjected to his rude behavior again, despite Azoth's best efforts to curb him. Apparently it was usually the mage who had to suffer the imp's attention, but she was shiny and new, and a woman, so therefor more interesting. The warrior was generally stoic and quiet anyway, but between the weather and the imp, she was even more serious than usual. She disliked being poked fun at, it was far too close to being belittled, which meant not being taken seriously, and Varena took herself very seriously. By the gods, some one had to, since no one else really seemed to. Or at least that was how it felt much of the time. She finished securing their pack mule, making sure the creature wasn't going to freeze to death or get away, before quickly returning to the tent. Once she secured the flap she pulled back the hood of the thick, fur-lined cloak she was wearing and pulled down the thick scarf she'd wrapped about her neck. That out of the way Varena gulped in a few lungfuls of warm air, thawing her lungs and face, her fair skin turning a bright, rosy red from the cold and now the rush of revitalizing heat. This weather... she growled as she took her cloak off and set it on a hook to let the snow melt and the fabric dry, I can't believe there are people who actually live in the mountains voluntarily. There were indeed barbarian tribes in the mountains, people so stubborn and proud that they would rather scratch out a living on the slopes than swear fealty to any king. A part of her admired their determination, but the majority of her mind thought them foolish and crazy. Varena settled closely to the orb next to Lucius, holding out her hands near it to warm her hands. They were shapely and slender as any woman could hope her hands to be, but they were strong as well, calloused from nearly a lifetime of martial training. The rest of her followed similar lines, feminine and beautiful, but strong and hardened. She had a proud face, with bright blue-green eyes and long red hair that, when loose, fell nearly to her knees but was generally kept back in a long braid. Under her armor she had a curving body that most women would kill to have, though her fair skin was decorated in numerous scars. And though that skin was soft, underneath it was hard, trained muscle. Varena was far from weak or delicate, and if the long axe that she carried about wasn't indication enough for anyone who thought to press their luck with her, her skill in combat would set them straight quickly enough. The Imp hasn't returned yet I see, she remarked, guessing that if Hctib had come back, she'd be feeling far more violent at that moment. She was divided on whether she wanted the imp to hurry up, or to take a while longer. She wanted this done and over with, but she was very hesitant to leave the warmth of the tent.