Post by Kassdc on Feb 19, 2008 13:59:29 GMT 10
Name: Ingwë Séregon
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Age: 26
Hair: White
Eyes: Crystal blue
Physical Description: 5'6 Very slender, always wears a dark brown, very tree bark colored Tunic with a like colored belt which holds his dagger. He wears a brown quiver for his arrows and bow, made under the instruction and guiadance of his older brother Fingolfin Séregon. When Traveling Ingwë wears a grey cloak for hunts or patroling, but if traveling within the forest, perhaps to other elvin towns he wears a grand forest green cloak made by his dear mother.
Personality: Ingwë is a gentle soul, always intune with the others around him. At one with nature he loves nothing more than to be out riding the forests on his unicorn Arcamenel. Firecly loyal to his bretheren he would give his life defending them. Ingwë Looks up to his older brother, and cares deeply for his little sister Idril. He would do anything for her, and he always finds time to play with her each day, darn her smile.
Occupation (Human only):
Animal form (Voskon only)
Other information: Ingwë is from an elvish city deep in the forest called Larien Oronrá. He lives with his mother Merenwen, Brother Fingolfin and little sister Idril. His father having been killed in a skirmish with another clan years before, left the family torn. Merenwen however raised the kids as her husband would have seen fit, raised her sons to be proud of their father and understand the elvin ways.
Ingwë's older brother took on the roll of father to the younger children, although Ingwë was 23 at the time of his father's death Fingolfin always looked at him as his baby brother. He taught Ingwë the elvish skills of stealth, although it was something natural to their people, there was always more to learn. He instructed Ingwë in the use of dagger and bow, but also taught him to know just when to stay his weapons, unneeded spilling of blood was never allowed.
Ingwë's favorite by far however had to be Idril, his baby sister. Well not so much of a baby now, she was after all five whole fingers as she showed him every day while counting up to her sixth birthday. Ever watchful of her Ingwë had helped his mother with her from the day she was born. Her grey eyes captivated him. Growing up she was the image of grace, never falling when she learned to walk. Always toddling after big brother Ingwë everywhere he went. He often took her for rides on Arcamenel through the forest to give his mother breaks, not that it was ever a chore for him. Some days they would just sit together and look out his bedroom window across the forest, neither needing to speak, almost as if they knew the other's thoughts. He hated to leave her when it was his day for patrols but he always promised that the day wouldn't end without her getting a ride.
One morning Ingwë's mother came to him, she had finished many grand cloaks and knew the human women loved such exotic finery to wear to their parties or just to show off to their women friends. She asked him to take a few to town to see if the local merchant would be interested in purchasing them. He gathered up the cloaks his mom so carefuly wrapped and went to get on Arcamenel and ride to town when Idril came running out with tears in her eyes.
"Brother wait can't I come?"
"No dear one, I must go to town to see the merchants, that is no place for one so delicate as you."
Idril stomped her foot, " I'm not dedicate, I'm strong like you, I can hide well you know I can."
"Yes dear I know you can, you are almost as good as I. You have something more important to do today though. Arcamenel and I must go on a long ride and I haven't the time yet to go pick his favorite apples today. You know the ones, just beyond the creek there in the tree with the big knot that we use as a foothold? I need you to go gather some for us so he will have some when we return. Can you do that for me?"
Idril sniffed and looked up at her brother, torn between having such a big job to do and wanting to go with him, in the end the big job brother asked of her won.
"Yes brother I can, and I shall pick only the biggest and juciest apples for him. There shall be nary a blemish on them, only the best for our boy!"
She patted Arcamenel on his strong shoulder for it was as high as she could reach, "Now you take care of my brother, or I'll hide every last apple from you, do you hear me?"
With that Ingwë leaned down and gave Idril a big hug and a kiss before he swung up on Arcamenel and headed to town.
(ETA: sorry guess I got carried away with the detail thing)
Money: 1 gold
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Age: 26
Hair: White
Eyes: Crystal blue
Physical Description: 5'6 Very slender, always wears a dark brown, very tree bark colored Tunic with a like colored belt which holds his dagger. He wears a brown quiver for his arrows and bow, made under the instruction and guiadance of his older brother Fingolfin Séregon. When Traveling Ingwë wears a grey cloak for hunts or patroling, but if traveling within the forest, perhaps to other elvin towns he wears a grand forest green cloak made by his dear mother.
Personality: Ingwë is a gentle soul, always intune with the others around him. At one with nature he loves nothing more than to be out riding the forests on his unicorn Arcamenel. Firecly loyal to his bretheren he would give his life defending them. Ingwë Looks up to his older brother, and cares deeply for his little sister Idril. He would do anything for her, and he always finds time to play with her each day, darn her smile.
Occupation (Human only):
Animal form (Voskon only)
Other information: Ingwë is from an elvish city deep in the forest called Larien Oronrá. He lives with his mother Merenwen, Brother Fingolfin and little sister Idril. His father having been killed in a skirmish with another clan years before, left the family torn. Merenwen however raised the kids as her husband would have seen fit, raised her sons to be proud of their father and understand the elvin ways.
Ingwë's older brother took on the roll of father to the younger children, although Ingwë was 23 at the time of his father's death Fingolfin always looked at him as his baby brother. He taught Ingwë the elvish skills of stealth, although it was something natural to their people, there was always more to learn. He instructed Ingwë in the use of dagger and bow, but also taught him to know just when to stay his weapons, unneeded spilling of blood was never allowed.
Ingwë's favorite by far however had to be Idril, his baby sister. Well not so much of a baby now, she was after all five whole fingers as she showed him every day while counting up to her sixth birthday. Ever watchful of her Ingwë had helped his mother with her from the day she was born. Her grey eyes captivated him. Growing up she was the image of grace, never falling when she learned to walk. Always toddling after big brother Ingwë everywhere he went. He often took her for rides on Arcamenel through the forest to give his mother breaks, not that it was ever a chore for him. Some days they would just sit together and look out his bedroom window across the forest, neither needing to speak, almost as if they knew the other's thoughts. He hated to leave her when it was his day for patrols but he always promised that the day wouldn't end without her getting a ride.
One morning Ingwë's mother came to him, she had finished many grand cloaks and knew the human women loved such exotic finery to wear to their parties or just to show off to their women friends. She asked him to take a few to town to see if the local merchant would be interested in purchasing them. He gathered up the cloaks his mom so carefuly wrapped and went to get on Arcamenel and ride to town when Idril came running out with tears in her eyes.
"Brother wait can't I come?"
"No dear one, I must go to town to see the merchants, that is no place for one so delicate as you."
Idril stomped her foot, " I'm not dedicate, I'm strong like you, I can hide well you know I can."
"Yes dear I know you can, you are almost as good as I. You have something more important to do today though. Arcamenel and I must go on a long ride and I haven't the time yet to go pick his favorite apples today. You know the ones, just beyond the creek there in the tree with the big knot that we use as a foothold? I need you to go gather some for us so he will have some when we return. Can you do that for me?"
Idril sniffed and looked up at her brother, torn between having such a big job to do and wanting to go with him, in the end the big job brother asked of her won.
"Yes brother I can, and I shall pick only the biggest and juciest apples for him. There shall be nary a blemish on them, only the best for our boy!"
She patted Arcamenel on his strong shoulder for it was as high as she could reach, "Now you take care of my brother, or I'll hide every last apple from you, do you hear me?"
With that Ingwë leaned down and gave Idril a big hug and a kiss before he swung up on Arcamenel and headed to town.
(ETA: sorry guess I got carried away with the detail thing)
Money: 1 gold
