Post by Rixia on Jan 24, 2007 16:10:00 GMT -1
Name: Sigah'Rixia
Gender: Female
Age: Young
Class: Paladin
Professions: Mining/Jewelcrafting
Character description:
Rixia is an introvert girl. Her silence gave her the nickname: 'Sigah'. She keeps a low profile at all time and will not speak if she's not asked to. She's mostly lost in her thoughts and seems very absent. She will do anything to avoid attention or interest from others.
Character Background:
“A battle, it always starts with sounds of the dead, visions of blood, the impression that everything will be lost and fear. Fear for the unknown. Never will I get used to this feeling, never will I overcome it. It fades during the battle. It diminishes towards the end. But is there ever an end?”
Rixia shivered. By writing that last word she felt lost, more then ever. She remembered how she kept asking her father what happened after he finished a story. She could never accept that it ended. But now his end had come. A hand stroked her shoulder and spoke to her with soothing words: “He will never be forgotten. He was a great soldier.” With a violent slap Rixia suprised the Draenei Vindicator. She pressed her lips together, shaking her head, and stood up. Her tail jumped from one side to the other as her feet brought her to Exodar. Her mind didn't want to follow, but it was forced. She wanted to cry but her body had forbidden her.
As she entered Exodar she never gave the city one glimp of her attention. It wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it. The greetings of passing Draenei were simply ignored. Her muffled steps on the floor bounced in her head like a drum of war. In her mouth she had the taste of blood. She glided her tongue over the wound, forcing it to sting. While she opened her eyes again, she saw an Elf sitting just 30yards in front of her. She shivered again as she took her mace firmly with both hands. Stepping closer she whispered to herself, justifying((is that right spelled?)) her actions. As she came closer the Elf began chanting. It was a language she never heard before. It enchanted her.
[Darnassian]:“Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night. Sing to the morning light.
The Dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.”
Rixia pokes this elf, if it even was an elf. The Elf jumped swiftly up and had summoned a barrier of some sort. As fast as it came, it disappeared, exploding. A burst of light blinded Rixia. When her eyes had recovered from the flash, she saw the elf lieing down. She had placed her arm over her legs, as if she attempted to protect herself. Rixia was intrigued by this creature. Rixia feared her, she feared the unknown. But somehow she had the feeling that this elf feared her more. She mustered all the courage she had and sat down next to the elf, soothing her with a song.
[Draenei]: I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the light, waiting for the easter glow.
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night. Sing to the morning light.
The Elf looked up to her and smiled. She placed her hand on Rixia's head. Rixia felt a warm glow going through her body. When it reached her mind she heard the Elven Language again, but somehow she understood it. “Rixia” resounded in her head, immediately followed by “Nithel”. She wanted to answer, but Nithel placed her finger on her lips and lay down, resting her head on Rixia's knees. She was asleep.
Gender: Female
Age: Young
Class: Paladin
Professions: Mining/Jewelcrafting
Character description:
Rixia is an introvert girl. Her silence gave her the nickname: 'Sigah'. She keeps a low profile at all time and will not speak if she's not asked to. She's mostly lost in her thoughts and seems very absent. She will do anything to avoid attention or interest from others.
Character Background:
“A battle, it always starts with sounds of the dead, visions of blood, the impression that everything will be lost and fear. Fear for the unknown. Never will I get used to this feeling, never will I overcome it. It fades during the battle. It diminishes towards the end. But is there ever an end?”
Rixia shivered. By writing that last word she felt lost, more then ever. She remembered how she kept asking her father what happened after he finished a story. She could never accept that it ended. But now his end had come. A hand stroked her shoulder and spoke to her with soothing words: “He will never be forgotten. He was a great soldier.” With a violent slap Rixia suprised the Draenei Vindicator. She pressed her lips together, shaking her head, and stood up. Her tail jumped from one side to the other as her feet brought her to Exodar. Her mind didn't want to follow, but it was forced. She wanted to cry but her body had forbidden her.
As she entered Exodar she never gave the city one glimp of her attention. It wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it. The greetings of passing Draenei were simply ignored. Her muffled steps on the floor bounced in her head like a drum of war. In her mouth she had the taste of blood. She glided her tongue over the wound, forcing it to sting. While she opened her eyes again, she saw an Elf sitting just 30yards in front of her. She shivered again as she took her mace firmly with both hands. Stepping closer she whispered to herself, justifying((is that right spelled?)) her actions. As she came closer the Elf began chanting. It was a language she never heard before. It enchanted her.
[Darnassian]:“Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night. Sing to the morning light.
The Dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.”
Rixia pokes this elf, if it even was an elf. The Elf jumped swiftly up and had summoned a barrier of some sort. As fast as it came, it disappeared, exploding. A burst of light blinded Rixia. When her eyes had recovered from the flash, she saw the elf lieing down. She had placed her arm over her legs, as if she attempted to protect herself. Rixia was intrigued by this creature. Rixia feared her, she feared the unknown. But somehow she had the feeling that this elf feared her more. She mustered all the courage she had and sat down next to the elf, soothing her with a song.
[Draenei]: I hear the horses' thunder down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the light, waiting for the easter glow.
The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Dance in the dark of night. Sing to the morning light.
The Elf looked up to her and smiled. She placed her hand on Rixia's head. Rixia felt a warm glow going through her body. When it reached her mind she heard the Elven Language again, but somehow she understood it. “Rixia” resounded in her head, immediately followed by “Nithel”. She wanted to answer, but Nithel placed her finger on her lips and lay down, resting her head on Rixia's knees. She was asleep.
