Post by W|E|S|T on Jan 17, 2007 1:18:16 GMT -5
Name:
Eina
Age:
18 years old
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Eina is short, and has a petite frame. At first glance she appears frail and bird-boned. Yet true to the tradition of her ancestors, Eina is quite strong, despite having a taut, stretched look. Her eyes are a dull brown, and are surrounded by dark lines. After years of living in the cold Alagaësia, her skin is a pale olive. Her skin contrasts strikingly with her ruby red lips, looking very unbecoming. But undertones of desert tan can sometimes be seen under strong sunlight, giving her a healthier glow. She keeps her thick and unruly coal black hair tied back with a bit of string. However, a few curls always manage to escape, framing her round face and firm jaw line quite nicely.
Eina dresses herself in thick layers of red and brown wool. Her brown cloak belonged to her father; it's dark patterns and markings painstakingly woven by her mother. A bright orange (and extremely wrinkly) tunic was a gift to her from her late husband, under which she wears a simple red shirt. In the warm months, Eina wears on her legs coarse brown leggings, and nothing on her feet. When it gets cold, Eina has a bundle of scraps with which to wrap around her feet.
Someone looks worried, no?
Mother and daughter. *sniff* So sad.
RP Example:
Her heart thudded in her chest as she opened the door to the basement. In the dim light, a set of stairs could be seen leading down into the darkness. She looked around nervously, wondering if the beating of her heart was loud enough to be heard. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of her nervousness. ”I’ve come too far to be afraid. Lira could be here.”
Her heart soared at the thought of Lira, and she descended the steps with newfound courage. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Eina took note of her surroundings. So far, it seemed that the only entrance and exit was the one behind her. ”Good,” she thought. ”At least I won’t be surprised.”
She strained her eyes and ears for some vision or sound that tell her that Lira was there. ”Lira?” she called out softly. ”Mommy’s here.”
A small part of her mind that noted how absurd that sounded. She was barely seventeen herself, and already she was risking her life for a child that she had borne at the age of fourteen. ”Well, my life isn’t normal.” Everything that had happened to her was absurd, in a sickly funny way.
”Lira?” The basement was smaller than she thought, and in order to avoid a wall that she suddenly noticed, Eina turned sharply to the left, her foot brushing something soft. ”What’s this?”
She bent down, groping at the ground, trying to find out what she just touched. A ball of dread formed in her stomach as she grabbed what felt like a small hand. The ball of dread congealed into a ball of icy fear was her other hand grabbed what felt like half of face.
It is said that every mother can identify her child by just a touch. Eina knew that this corpse was once her daughter.
She felt a wail build up in her throat, but held it in.
”Lira…”
Rank:
Wanderer
Country:
No allegiances
Personality:
Perhaps you've heard whispers about this mysterious stranger, this inhabitant of forgotten, dusty corners? Perhaps you've heard strange stories of her past-- how she was a Dragon Rider of old, the scorned mistress of the King himself, a banished elf from the woods of Ellesmera? None of it is true, but Eina, the girl behind the cloak, would prefer you to believe such nonsense.
All Eina has ever known was disappointment and sorrow. Broken dream after broken dream, travesty after travesty; this has turned her young heart into a ball of ice. She rarely speaks, and when prompted to, she speaks with the air of one who has no hope.
If souls had colors, then Eina's soul would be undoubtedly gray. Somber and cynical, Eina has long given up on dreaming.
But just as a coin has two sides, Eina has a darker personality. Though she hides her hot anger under her cold exterior, it is always there. It festers in her heart, and sometimes boils to the surface in the form of unreasonable impatience.
History:
Her people had wandered the Hadarac Desert for generations. A ragtag group of criminals, misfits, and merchants, Eina's people had no name, and were shunned by the people of Alagaësia. As time went on, the wanderers slowly died out, or moved back into the towns. When Eina came into the world, only her father, Einard, and her mother Iora, wandered the deserts. Even so, Einard and Iora kept close to the border of Alagaësia, and made their living as merchants.
The hardships of the road turned Einard to drinking and gambling. Einard had never stayed too long in a town to get in trouble before, but when his wife, Iora, became pregnant, he was forced to settle down. During the nine months of Iora's gestation, Einard racked up a considerable amount of debt. It became so bad, that when Eina was born, Einard promised her hand in marriage to the son of the town's moneylender, in order to pay back his debt.
Such was the shadow that Eina was born under.
In order to make sure Einard made good on his promise, the moneylender insisted that Eina be raised as a servant in his household.
Many girls did not get to meet their future husbands until months before their marriage, but Eina grew up watching and attending to Liran, her betrothed.
Liran was the town's golden boy. Handsome, intelligent, and caring, every girl had feelings for him. Eina was no exception. Yet Liran paid no attention to the lowly servant girl, the young child who washed the dishes and handed him his cloak every morning.
Although she was young, Eina had felt strongly for Liran for as long as she could remember. He was the center of her young world, and every night she dreamed of fairytales that were for the both of them.
Neither of them knew of their connections to each other until Eina was 12, and Liran 22. Eina was filled with happiness at this-- her dreams had come true!-- but she feared she had already lost his heart to another.
Liran was shaken by the fact that he was to be married to Eina, who he considered nothing but a good acquaintance. He had already fallen for Yira, the town beauty, and had been thinking of marrying her before his betrothal was announced. He tried to avoid Eina as much as possible, and Eina felt a pain awaken in her heart as she realized the man she loved might never love her back.
For Liran, the two years to his wedding date passed by in a flash. The prospect of his marriage (to a 14 year old!) loomed over him like a storm cloud as he tried to make the best of his situation. But for Eina, those two years didn't pass quickly enough, as she watched Liran and Yira disappear into the forest time after time.
By the time their wedding came around, Eina already had crushed her fairytales under her foot. She went through the ceremony like every young bride should. She turned the other way when Liran danced the first dance of the night with Yira, just as was expected of her, and felt a little piece of her heart die as she did so.
She had barely started her moon cycle when she became pregnant. With her parents off on the road (they hadn't even been present for her wedding), Liran off with Yira, and no friends to comfort her, Eina spent her nine months in complete isolation. She felt as though her life was over, and began to hate the child that was growing in her womb. At least if she wasn't pregnant, she would have been able to keep a closer eye on Liran.
At the end of the harvest, she had her baby. The town's midwife was summoned to her, along with Liran. After 12 agonizing hours of labor (it had been unusually difficult, even for a first-time mother like Eina), the midwife placed a small baby girl in Eina's arms, and Liran was allowed to see her.
Liran, who had never given a thought about how Eina felt about their marriage, had just listened to her scream through twelve hours of pain, pain that he had caused. As he paced the corridor outside their bedroom, he began to think of all the things Eina went through for the sake of their marriage. While he had been off with Yira, she had been alone. Even now, she was willing to go through immense pain to produce him an heir (which had been part of their parent's deal). He feelings toward her began to change, and when he saw his wife with their daughter--his daughter! in her arms, he opened his heart to her.
Finally, Eina's life was beginning to look up. No mother can hate her child once she nursed, and Eina named her daughter Lira, for the husband that she still loved with all her heart. After Lira's birth, Liran never visited Yira, instead spending his time showing off his wife and child to his friends and neighbors. He didn't love her, but he considered her a good friend, which was good enough for Eina.
One thing that they had in common was their love of Lira. Though Eina showed her love for Lira by showering her with small gifts, Liran began to see the Empire as a threat to his daughter. He began to make speeches about the evils of the Empire, the threat that it imposed to his family and everyone else's family. The people of the town, wanting to stay out of trouble, shunned Liran, and often Eina was his only supporter when he talked. Eina's undying support placed her even deeper in Liran's heart, and Liran began to feel his feelings for her grow.
When Eina was 16, her world changed. The soldiers of King Galbatorix had caught wind of Liran's speeches against the Empire, and set out to destroy this new dissenter. It was afternoon when Eina set out to attend one of Liran's speeches, two-year old Lira in tow, only to find her husband bleeding on the ground. The townspeople had disappeared into their houses, leaving Eina alone to drag her husband home. She tended to his wounds, but she was unskilled in the art of healing. Liran died only hours after being taken home. He never got the chance to tell Eina, the girl who had went from nothing to everything in his heart, that he finally loved her.
Eina's first love had been taken from her, but things would only go downhill from there.
Yira, after being jilted by Liran, revealed to the soldiers that Liran had a wife and child. The townspeople once again did nothing as the soldiers broke into Eina's home. Eina tried to protect her child, but she was still a child herself. She was helpless against 12, battle-hardened soldiers, and she was knocked out early in the fight. The last thing she remembered was a screaming Lira being wrenched out of her arms.
She awoke hours later, feeling bruised all over. Still, she managed to stagger out of the house to look for Liran. She went to the town, and begged door to door for help. Unwilling to put themselves in danger, the people of Bullridge quietly gave her salve for her wounds, some food, and sent her away.
Eina wandered the wilderness aimlessly for a few days, unsure of what to do next. Part of her wanted to crawl away and die because she had lost Liran, but she also wanted to search for her daughter, Lira, her last link to her beloved. In the end, her want to search for Lira won out over her self-pity, and Eina put all her effort into finding her stolen daughter.
A girl became a young woman as Eina scoured the land, seeking out every clue that might lead her to Lira. Most of her sources proved to be false, but on the eve of her seventeenth birthday, Eina learned that just a few months ago, a group of soldiers were seen with a young captive traveling towards Helgrind. Eina set off to Helgrind.
Upon entering the city, she wasted no time in discreetly searching for Lira. After two weeks of searching, Eina had almost given up. She decided to meet with one last prospective source. In a shadowy bar, her source told her of a young girl he had seen get taken into a dark house. He gave her the directions to the house, and Eina, excited to be reunited with her daughter at last, set off for the dark house that the man had told her about.
Disguised under a large dark cloak, Eina managed to slip into the house. Her heart pounding, she searched every nook and cranny of the building, only to find it empty. Finally, she arrived at the basement of the building, only to find a decaying body of a little girl. The face of the corpse had already been destroyed by time, but Eina knew in her heart that Lira’s story ended there.
Stripped of everything she had known and loved, Eina set off to wandering again. The road has taken her Teirm, where she hopes to live a quiet existence, which, after all she has been through, is all she wants.
Codeword: Zar'roc
Other:
I was really excited when I learned that this was an advanced Eragon RPG. I hope the elements I used in Eina’s bio are okay for this site, but I will change her if need be. Just as a note, however, in the Middle Ages, girls did get married as young as 14, often to much older suitors. ^^Thank you so much for creating this site!
Eina
Age:
18 years old
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Eina is short, and has a petite frame. At first glance she appears frail and bird-boned. Yet true to the tradition of her ancestors, Eina is quite strong, despite having a taut, stretched look. Her eyes are a dull brown, and are surrounded by dark lines. After years of living in the cold Alagaësia, her skin is a pale olive. Her skin contrasts strikingly with her ruby red lips, looking very unbecoming. But undertones of desert tan can sometimes be seen under strong sunlight, giving her a healthier glow. She keeps her thick and unruly coal black hair tied back with a bit of string. However, a few curls always manage to escape, framing her round face and firm jaw line quite nicely.
Eina dresses herself in thick layers of red and brown wool. Her brown cloak belonged to her father; it's dark patterns and markings painstakingly woven by her mother. A bright orange (and extremely wrinkly) tunic was a gift to her from her late husband, under which she wears a simple red shirt. In the warm months, Eina wears on her legs coarse brown leggings, and nothing on her feet. When it gets cold, Eina has a bundle of scraps with which to wrap around her feet.
Someone looks worried, no?
Mother and daughter. *sniff* So sad.
RP Example:
Her heart thudded in her chest as she opened the door to the basement. In the dim light, a set of stairs could be seen leading down into the darkness. She looked around nervously, wondering if the beating of her heart was loud enough to be heard. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of her nervousness. ”I’ve come too far to be afraid. Lira could be here.”
Her heart soared at the thought of Lira, and she descended the steps with newfound courage. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Eina took note of her surroundings. So far, it seemed that the only entrance and exit was the one behind her. ”Good,” she thought. ”At least I won’t be surprised.”
She strained her eyes and ears for some vision or sound that tell her that Lira was there. ”Lira?” she called out softly. ”Mommy’s here.”
A small part of her mind that noted how absurd that sounded. She was barely seventeen herself, and already she was risking her life for a child that she had borne at the age of fourteen. ”Well, my life isn’t normal.” Everything that had happened to her was absurd, in a sickly funny way.
”Lira?” The basement was smaller than she thought, and in order to avoid a wall that she suddenly noticed, Eina turned sharply to the left, her foot brushing something soft. ”What’s this?”
She bent down, groping at the ground, trying to find out what she just touched. A ball of dread formed in her stomach as she grabbed what felt like a small hand. The ball of dread congealed into a ball of icy fear was her other hand grabbed what felt like half of face.
It is said that every mother can identify her child by just a touch. Eina knew that this corpse was once her daughter.
She felt a wail build up in her throat, but held it in.
”Lira…”
Rank:
Wanderer
Country:
No allegiances
Personality:
Perhaps you've heard whispers about this mysterious stranger, this inhabitant of forgotten, dusty corners? Perhaps you've heard strange stories of her past-- how she was a Dragon Rider of old, the scorned mistress of the King himself, a banished elf from the woods of Ellesmera? None of it is true, but Eina, the girl behind the cloak, would prefer you to believe such nonsense.
All Eina has ever known was disappointment and sorrow. Broken dream after broken dream, travesty after travesty; this has turned her young heart into a ball of ice. She rarely speaks, and when prompted to, she speaks with the air of one who has no hope.
If souls had colors, then Eina's soul would be undoubtedly gray. Somber and cynical, Eina has long given up on dreaming.
But just as a coin has two sides, Eina has a darker personality. Though she hides her hot anger under her cold exterior, it is always there. It festers in her heart, and sometimes boils to the surface in the form of unreasonable impatience.
History:
Her people had wandered the Hadarac Desert for generations. A ragtag group of criminals, misfits, and merchants, Eina's people had no name, and were shunned by the people of Alagaësia. As time went on, the wanderers slowly died out, or moved back into the towns. When Eina came into the world, only her father, Einard, and her mother Iora, wandered the deserts. Even so, Einard and Iora kept close to the border of Alagaësia, and made their living as merchants.
The hardships of the road turned Einard to drinking and gambling. Einard had never stayed too long in a town to get in trouble before, but when his wife, Iora, became pregnant, he was forced to settle down. During the nine months of Iora's gestation, Einard racked up a considerable amount of debt. It became so bad, that when Eina was born, Einard promised her hand in marriage to the son of the town's moneylender, in order to pay back his debt.
Such was the shadow that Eina was born under.
In order to make sure Einard made good on his promise, the moneylender insisted that Eina be raised as a servant in his household.
Many girls did not get to meet their future husbands until months before their marriage, but Eina grew up watching and attending to Liran, her betrothed.
Liran was the town's golden boy. Handsome, intelligent, and caring, every girl had feelings for him. Eina was no exception. Yet Liran paid no attention to the lowly servant girl, the young child who washed the dishes and handed him his cloak every morning.
Although she was young, Eina had felt strongly for Liran for as long as she could remember. He was the center of her young world, and every night she dreamed of fairytales that were for the both of them.
Neither of them knew of their connections to each other until Eina was 12, and Liran 22. Eina was filled with happiness at this-- her dreams had come true!-- but she feared she had already lost his heart to another.
Liran was shaken by the fact that he was to be married to Eina, who he considered nothing but a good acquaintance. He had already fallen for Yira, the town beauty, and had been thinking of marrying her before his betrothal was announced. He tried to avoid Eina as much as possible, and Eina felt a pain awaken in her heart as she realized the man she loved might never love her back.
For Liran, the two years to his wedding date passed by in a flash. The prospect of his marriage (to a 14 year old!) loomed over him like a storm cloud as he tried to make the best of his situation. But for Eina, those two years didn't pass quickly enough, as she watched Liran and Yira disappear into the forest time after time.
By the time their wedding came around, Eina already had crushed her fairytales under her foot. She went through the ceremony like every young bride should. She turned the other way when Liran danced the first dance of the night with Yira, just as was expected of her, and felt a little piece of her heart die as she did so.
She had barely started her moon cycle when she became pregnant. With her parents off on the road (they hadn't even been present for her wedding), Liran off with Yira, and no friends to comfort her, Eina spent her nine months in complete isolation. She felt as though her life was over, and began to hate the child that was growing in her womb. At least if she wasn't pregnant, she would have been able to keep a closer eye on Liran.
At the end of the harvest, she had her baby. The town's midwife was summoned to her, along with Liran. After 12 agonizing hours of labor (it had been unusually difficult, even for a first-time mother like Eina), the midwife placed a small baby girl in Eina's arms, and Liran was allowed to see her.
Liran, who had never given a thought about how Eina felt about their marriage, had just listened to her scream through twelve hours of pain, pain that he had caused. As he paced the corridor outside their bedroom, he began to think of all the things Eina went through for the sake of their marriage. While he had been off with Yira, she had been alone. Even now, she was willing to go through immense pain to produce him an heir (which had been part of their parent's deal). He feelings toward her began to change, and when he saw his wife with their daughter--his daughter! in her arms, he opened his heart to her.
Finally, Eina's life was beginning to look up. No mother can hate her child once she nursed, and Eina named her daughter Lira, for the husband that she still loved with all her heart. After Lira's birth, Liran never visited Yira, instead spending his time showing off his wife and child to his friends and neighbors. He didn't love her, but he considered her a good friend, which was good enough for Eina.
One thing that they had in common was their love of Lira. Though Eina showed her love for Lira by showering her with small gifts, Liran began to see the Empire as a threat to his daughter. He began to make speeches about the evils of the Empire, the threat that it imposed to his family and everyone else's family. The people of the town, wanting to stay out of trouble, shunned Liran, and often Eina was his only supporter when he talked. Eina's undying support placed her even deeper in Liran's heart, and Liran began to feel his feelings for her grow.
When Eina was 16, her world changed. The soldiers of King Galbatorix had caught wind of Liran's speeches against the Empire, and set out to destroy this new dissenter. It was afternoon when Eina set out to attend one of Liran's speeches, two-year old Lira in tow, only to find her husband bleeding on the ground. The townspeople had disappeared into their houses, leaving Eina alone to drag her husband home. She tended to his wounds, but she was unskilled in the art of healing. Liran died only hours after being taken home. He never got the chance to tell Eina, the girl who had went from nothing to everything in his heart, that he finally loved her.
Eina's first love had been taken from her, but things would only go downhill from there.
Yira, after being jilted by Liran, revealed to the soldiers that Liran had a wife and child. The townspeople once again did nothing as the soldiers broke into Eina's home. Eina tried to protect her child, but she was still a child herself. She was helpless against 12, battle-hardened soldiers, and she was knocked out early in the fight. The last thing she remembered was a screaming Lira being wrenched out of her arms.
She awoke hours later, feeling bruised all over. Still, she managed to stagger out of the house to look for Liran. She went to the town, and begged door to door for help. Unwilling to put themselves in danger, the people of Bullridge quietly gave her salve for her wounds, some food, and sent her away.
Eina wandered the wilderness aimlessly for a few days, unsure of what to do next. Part of her wanted to crawl away and die because she had lost Liran, but she also wanted to search for her daughter, Lira, her last link to her beloved. In the end, her want to search for Lira won out over her self-pity, and Eina put all her effort into finding her stolen daughter.
A girl became a young woman as Eina scoured the land, seeking out every clue that might lead her to Lira. Most of her sources proved to be false, but on the eve of her seventeenth birthday, Eina learned that just a few months ago, a group of soldiers were seen with a young captive traveling towards Helgrind. Eina set off to Helgrind.
Upon entering the city, she wasted no time in discreetly searching for Lira. After two weeks of searching, Eina had almost given up. She decided to meet with one last prospective source. In a shadowy bar, her source told her of a young girl he had seen get taken into a dark house. He gave her the directions to the house, and Eina, excited to be reunited with her daughter at last, set off for the dark house that the man had told her about.
Disguised under a large dark cloak, Eina managed to slip into the house. Her heart pounding, she searched every nook and cranny of the building, only to find it empty. Finally, she arrived at the basement of the building, only to find a decaying body of a little girl. The face of the corpse had already been destroyed by time, but Eina knew in her heart that Lira’s story ended there.
Stripped of everything she had known and loved, Eina set off to wandering again. The road has taken her Teirm, where she hopes to live a quiet existence, which, after all she has been through, is all she wants.
Codeword: Zar'roc
Other:
I was really excited when I learned that this was an advanced Eragon RPG. I hope the elements I used in Eina’s bio are okay for this site, but I will change her if need be. Just as a note, however, in the Middle Ages, girls did get married as young as 14, often to much older suitors. ^^Thank you so much for creating this site!
