ooc information:
Name: Sydney, but I WILL BE CALLED ELLA ON THIS WEBSITE.
Age: N/A
Gender: Female
How long have you been Roleplaying? Probably around two years.
AIM/YIM/MSN: My aims are: SYDNEYISJILLSBFF, and ScorpioticGemini
your character:
the initial stuff
Name: Elva
Nicknames None
Age: She is only five, though she appears to be far beyond her years. Eighteen years, or so.
Gender: Female
Species: She is a severely altered human Dragon Rider.
Alliance: Varden-allied
facade
Height: 5'7
Weight: 180, though she is quite skinny. For some reason, she has a need to eat. It does not show in her appearance.
Overall Appearance: Elva's charm is easy to trust when her body is just as graceful and full of beauty. Her short black bangs have grown out, and a small fringe of side bangs replace it. Her skin is a milky white, and an almost whithering gray has pasted itself on her. She has seldom been outside, and only recently, in her later years, [[four years old]] has she been outside on more regular occasions. Once she spilled milk over her arm while she ate copious amounts of french toast, and her skin was so white they had to consider where to whipe it off first, for it blended with her whiteness. The unpigmented color would make you think of an albino with contacts and dyed hair, but she is not.
Elva's hair reaches to her lower back. It is wavy, and glides around her form in endless black strands. The color is one deeper than jet black, and when you look at it, you fear that your hand will be stained forever more if you touch it. But Elva holds the color with grace and charm, though she is deeply wounded by an accident that has cost her dearly.
A striking purple that can blaze your soul the way seldom five year olds can is Elva's eye color. Granted, she is the height of a thirteen year old, and the wisdome of a ninety year old. They seem to blaze purple, and just a glance can effect you for life. Her body seems to emulate the color, and even her skin, which is a pale milky grey, can imitate the purpleish glow.
Her face is engaging, and shapely eyebrows comment her tantalizing eyes well. Elva's exotic appearance is not brought down in the slightest by her beautiful eyes and lips. A soft pink is their adornment, and her nose is a straight white glory that completes the picture that is Elva.
Occasionally, when she is not looking directly at you, or is smiling cheerfully, she looks a mere five, but these times are rare, as the growing prospect of Nasuada grows dimmer with each passing minute. Elva is harassed by constant worries, and this, with the combined effort of Eragon's spell, has tainted her appearance forever.
Ther is one last image I bestow upon you to show Elva's true nature. The black bangs sweep deeply across her forehead, hiding the most enticing aspect of her facade. A white star. A white star who's points drift farther than they seem. The star glows silvery white, and shines brightly with Elva's mood. This gift was one from Eragon's dragon, Saphira. The young girl has the mark of a dragon, without actually being a dragon rider. A phenomenon that has been seldom seen in history. But much of Elva is.....seldom.
inside nature
Views On Their Side: Elva, as the true leader of the Varden, has strong opinions. She believes they are strong, strong men and women, shaped by battle. Their numerous scars are enough to show for that.
Views On The Other Side: Elva is usually quick to judge, and this is no exception. The only difference is the rest of her leigon agrees. She
hates the empire and all they stand for. She despises them with a passion like no other.
Personality: Elva has an odd air about her, and it almost seems to start at her appearance and work upwards to her personality. If you've noticed, a lot of this biography is 'seems' and 'almost' and 'hardly' and 'seldom.' These are the most appropriate words to use when writing about Elva.
Seem is a very mysterious word, because it gives one the impression that she is not quite...something. Not quite, normal, you could say for instance. There are many words to describe Elva, but rarely do they fit like seem...
Seldom...however much she tries to fit in, there will never be another quite like her, and so seldom will be describing the insufferable isolation she has grown to know. She knows nothing other, though it is not why she is the way she is.
Strengths&&Weaknesses [combined section: So far, I have given the impression that she is, well, rather perfect. This could not be farther from the truth. I shall start with weaknesses. Having been older, and used to all the attention, on very brief occasions, she becomes snobbish, and a little ahead of herself. But this has only happened on an average of twice. Still, she seems very one sided. Her curse is hardly one of the situations where it is a both a curse and a blessing. Naturally, Saphira's star is certainly a blessing, but Eragon's benediction gone bad is certainly completely curse.
Elva's strengths are as numerous as her weaknesses. I have already basically outlined this in her skills, but here it is. She has an incredible ability to entice people, and this can certainly work to her advantage on most occasions. She can distract and undermine to gain information for Nasuada. Her physical charm is also a plus.
The connection she has with herself could be viewed as close, or far from her soul. Technically, she is very disconnected, which could also be considered either strengthl or weakness. In fact, Elva has a disconnected air, but she mostly connects to herself through a difficult process, as she has a curse that was never lifted upon her shoulders.
history&&family
Mother's Name: Unknown
Deceased? Aye
Father's Name: Unknown
Deceased? Probably
Other Family, Deceased or Not: None. She stands alone, isolated from family, and seldom friends does she have.
Current Home: A large shack in Surda.
Home Description: A small room greets you when you walk inside, friendly, with an....air about it. There is something wrong. A second glance tells you what it is. There are no windows. And the room is lit only by a piece of silver set next to an eye-sized peep hole in the wall. The silver piece placed near to it reflects the room with a touch more light.
The kitchen is further in and to the right. Again, no light punctures the dank room, save for an odd configuration in the ceiling. A grey background of filtered light...stainglass, some would call it, streching across. Filtered light coming through. The background gives way to a mighty blue beast, Saphira, to be sure.
Near the kitchen, you walk through to a closet, and through a door behind that closet is the bedroom. No light what so ever punctuates this room, and so describing it is impossible while it lies in darkness.
Hometown: The old varden ranks, in the Beor Mountains. But as they have been fled, never to be entered again, she has moved to Surda.
Full History: Elva's life, though short lived, has already had so much action imacted into it like stone. Even if someone takes the curse mostly away, this past will always be with her. In any case, her chances for a complete lift in the curse died with Eragon Shadeslayer and Saphira. The only blessing she has known is the star that stretches taught and widened over her forehead. It grows larger with her age, as her face grows into a slender compilation of mystery and beauty.
Her mother, an unknown widow died in labor, giving birth to the child known now as Elva. The first year of her life, she grew tan, and knew what it was to be normal. But this moment, a snap of the fingers, would dissapear forever... When her mother died, her eyes fluttered close, Elva resting on her bosom. A moment before the fateful moment, she whispered, "Elva...." and a nurse caught Elva to keep her from rolling out of her dead mother's slackened grip.
The nurses treated it as a dying wish, and so named the baby Elva. Her destiny was unknown then, and unusual was not the word to use for her birth. Most women died in labor, and you were quite lucky to survive it. But this is beside the point. She was an enlightened child, and would have been a bright woman, a quick thinker, and a fast learner even without her condition.
Skipping ahead to the fate-filled moment, her adoptive mother, Isabeil Dorinna, brought the kicking child to Eragon, beside the enormous Saphira. Though not fully grown, she still towered far above all those below her. Iron claws clanking on the ground, domed ceiling echoing greatly. Elva quieted her moaning and screeching, for she anticipated something. Her eyes filled with fear when she saw Saphira, and curled tighter to Isabeil, who had wrapped her snugly in a flannel blanket. Elva felt a hand pushing away from the blanket, and clinged ever tighter. The remaining hand shook with the effort of clamping on to Eragon's foot and her.
"The child has no parents--there is no one to care for her but me, and I am weak. Bless her with your power, Argetlam. Bless her for luck!" Isabeil continued to crow help. Finally, Elva felt a warm, ungloved hand touch her brow. When it had come away, she felt empowered, yet somehow less special than before...She felt....enslaved. A burst of relief took some of the pain away when the mighty Saphira touched her brow. A different feeling, it was cold and rough, to match the warm skin of Eragon.
She was presented with an egg at the age of four, or otherwise known as sixteen, had her age reflected her appearance and wisdom. The egg was large, white, with blue veins entwined with silver covering it. It broke slowly away in her hands, chipping though till a beak like snout emerged, his entire body breaking out. He was a beautiful dragon, but a shield of hurt seemed to harden his appearance. Although a dragon, he seemed to have a...beak, and it made everyone present, though it remained unsaid, think of Letherblaka. Elva, on the other hand, saw him. She saw him for
him, and despite everyone else, she kept him. And named him Taekro. As he grew, he aided her with anything he could. He was loyal to her--and her only, for she showed him kindness, and no one else. For those who he felt showed no fear and were loyal enough to Elva, he would still conversate and be pleasant enough, but at his deepest heart of hearts, lies Elva.
Name: Taekro
Age: 1 year.
Gender: Male
Color: White, though veins of blue and silver caress his shape.
Features: A monstrous beast on first glance, Taekro has utmost fear for the saftey of his Rider, Elva. This shows throughout his appearance, as his slightly tattered wings protect her, along with her legacy. His beak, which everyone believes to look like Letherblakas, is rounded with a necked point at the top. Silvery white spikes line him head to tail like a great chain of mountains.
Egg History: Elva was presented with an egg at the age of four, or otherwise known as sixteen, had her age reflected her appearance and wisdom. The egg was large, white, with blue veins entwined with silver covering it. It broke slowly away in her hands, chipping though till a beak like snout emerged, his entire body breaking out. He was a beautiful dragon, but a shield of hurt seemed to harden his appearance. Although a dragon, he seemed to have a...beak, and it made everyone present, though it remained unsaid, think of Letherblaka. Elva, on the other hand, saw him. She saw him for
him, and despite everyone else, she kept him. And named him Taekro. As he grew, he aided her with anything he could. He was loyal to her--and her only, for she showed him kindness, and no one else. For those who he felt showed no fear and were loyal enough to Elva, he would still conversate and be pleasant enough, but at his deepest heart of hearts, lies Elva.
Elva - FINISHED! <3, Altered Human Dragon Rider Varden Leader
