Post by ERAN LINWELIN on Mar 1, 2011 22:58:22 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
ERAN LINWELIN*
Personality
Eran can only be described as a minx. Being a natural charmer she uses it to it’s full potential. Whether it be playing the innocent damsel or an enchantress she makes sure that the very pores of her body it oozing it. Craving for attention and excitement she loves to stir things up, some examples including stoking fire to rumors and her favorite, leading men on. Being very much like her father there is always a smile or smirk on her face that suggest she knows something that you don’t. She can be sly, coy, and clever, only giving a hint of her mischievous mind that is was plotting.
If you get to know her, you'll find a nice girl in Eran. Indeed, she is not the bitch she seems to be all the time. Yes, she is blunt. She'll tell you what she thinks without showing any kind of tact and all, friend or not. She'll be blunt, and sometimes she will seem bitchy because of it, too. But that is just how she is. She's not the kind to shut up just to seem nice. If you annoy her, be sure she'll tell you! If you are her friend, she will love to make you laugh. She won’t go as far as to seem stupid in public, because she's not one of those ridiculous person, but she will be a fool. She will be there to hear you whine about stuff and she'll try to comfort you if something goes wrong, but due to her bluntness and lack of tact, she probably wouldn't be much help. Not like she doesn't try, though.
However, her bluntness can take a back seat when it comes to a situation where she needs to observe. This is one of the things that makes her so good at what she does. When it comes to a situation where all her intelligence is needed to focus on one thing, she can. While most people would make wild accusations of guilt or innocence, what people thought or felt, Eran sits back and allows people just enough rope to hang themselves, all the while never revealing what she’s doing.
Eran has a sharp whit and a smart mind. She’s extremely intelligent and will use it to her advantage. She is almost never at a loss for words, and has a brash tongue that can sting. She’s a good liar and a good actress, and is often well known as the girl with the perfect poker face. She can control all of her body’s reactions very well when she lies, having become so comfortable with it that her pupils don’t dilate and her pulse doesn’t speed up. And, she has a mannerism of speaking that can lead you down the path to hell and you’d think she’s taking you to heaven in a hand basket of silk.
Despite the fact that she is a natural charmer, Eran knows her place. She is a warrior, trained to fight and to kill. She often masks who she truly is behind a facade of indifference and stony coldness. If she needs to draw a weapon, she will do so without hesitation, if it is to defend herself, a loved one, or her country.
When angry Eran doesn’t care who is around to see her. Her tongue is made of venom and fire with matching eyes. She’ll take vengeances whether it be humiliating someone or completely tearing them to bits with words, and without a second thought. Seeing this side of her isn’t very pleasant and should be avoid at any cost.
Unfortunately this leaves her with quite a few enemies, mostly woman. But she could care less. Why let others ruin her fun?
Appearance
A quick glance is never enough for one of Eran’s status, one really has to take a longer look to fully appreciate all that is going on. The blend of her features is something to be admired for more than a few seconds and in her lifetime Eran has received more than her far share of double-takes, even triple-takes. What first catches people is obviously her body. Although Eran is not exactly curvy she has enough of a bust and wide enough hips to scream of femininity. But her beauty goes beyond that, far beyond, above those long legs and narrow torso. Beyond even the naturally creamy skin tone. Where the body will quickly lose attention the face will hold it, and likely for a significant time.
The eyes are what draw the attention next, framed as they are by thick, dark lashes. A most brilliant shade of blue they are rather deep set, lending her the appearance of always being broody or tired. Bedroom eyes they have been called, and the title suits them well. If you look close enough they are not a simple blue, almost a grey color lined with a deep chocolate and blue that blends together to become a deep slate gray. Her eyes are the windows to her soul and they bare her emotions for the world to see, even though she has learned to control what emotions are displayed by this point in her life.
The eye is likely to follow those eyes to Eran’s nose, what she considers to be one of her worst features. More than once she has complained that it is too long and too wide not to mention patterned with freckles. Luckily the world did invent make up and Eran has spared no expense making sure that the rest of the world will never learn of the very bane of her existence. In her opinion freckles make her seem far too cutesy, a term that the young woman loathes completely. Nonetheless her nose really isn’t that terrible, paired as it is with full, pouty lips and high cheekbones it in fact defines her, makes her all the more appealing.
She also hates her jaw line. While most women like a square, thick jaw like Eran’s, she can’t stand it on her. She feels it makes her look almost mule like, and finds it to over-done against her thin neck and the rest of her tiny body. She does not accent it much, and actually prefers to underplay it by wearing her hair down to cover the harsh line.
The hair, being one of the first and last things mentioned, is really quite luscious. It falls in lovely waves over the young woman’s shoulders, thick and dark. Yet in the right light it can seem almost raven as opposed to it‘s real chocolate brown. It also seems to change with the seasons, being much darker in the winter than in the summer months. Her hair is almost always perfectly groomed, though she never bothers to do anything overtly fancy with it. Beyond leaving it down (where it looks best) the only other thing she bothers doing is pin it up so it’s off her neck. Even then it never stays up for long, various pieces falling down to frame her face. The stray strands often get in her way, thus the habit she has developed of constantly toying with her hair, pushing it off of her face or simply twirling it around her finger.
Back to the body, time for a better look. She definitely has a lovely body. Eran is short in comparison to most girls, reaching only five foot two inches in height. It seems that the average height hovers more around five foot six, so Eran is often a bit smaller than most. Luckily the men are always much taller than her (usually at least) because honestly she would not be able to stand courting somebody who was shorter than her. Her legs are extremely long, giving her a look akin to a gazelle, finished off by her large brown eyes. Her build is typical to any girl who spends a lot of time outside. She’s slim and well toned with hardly an ounce of fat on her body due to the fact that she is constantly active and busy.
History
Eran was born to a well bred, well off family of elves in Imladris in the winter of 2771. As a member of a lineage who had always been known for their skills with weaponry, she was all but born with a sword in her hand. She was trained from a young age in swordsmanship, archery, swordsmanship, and hand to hand combat, where she proved to be extremely intelligent and picked up quickly on all the skills offered to her.
As the only child of Ecathe and Abberline Linwelin, who were in a position equivalent to monarchy among the humans, Eran was expected not to fight, but to marry young and bear heirs to her title. However, most of the young beaus were intimidated by her pensive nature and brazen tongue. She never received any proposals for a union, which did not bother her much. She was born a warrior, and trained a warrior, and had been taught duty fell before personal satisfaction. While her parents set about trying to bring her to the more feminine side of things, Eran continued her training with "manly pursuits" such as weaponry, horsemanship, ect.
As soon as she was old enough, she decided to see the world outside of the home she knew, and began to travel Middle Earth. At first, she stayed only within the elven countries and visited with her kin there. But as time went on, she became more comfortable with traveling outside of the lands she knew and began to visit the countries of man and of hobbit as well.
She enjoyed the culture it provided to her, as well as the education she received from it. She traveled abroad for several years until letter finally reached her that her mother was intending to leave for the Undying Lands, having tired of Middle Earth as it was.. She immediately returned to Imladris to be by her mother's side in the end. She watched her wither away for nearly a year until her mother passed on, leaving both father and daughter behind.
Ecathe threw himself into his work, and Eran left once more to continue her traveling. She traveled for several more years until she returned home to see her father off to follow her mother into the undying lands. Eran was left alone in Middle Earth, finding herself far too young and not world wise enough to leave the lands she had grown up in behind.
Since then, she has not strayed far from Rivendell for very long periods of time. She has lived back and forth between there and her father's homelands of Lorien for the past several years.
I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
hey there. so my name is nicole. i also play none. i happen to be female and i've blown out eighteen candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just pm, email, aim, yim, or msn me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be elven and she hails from imladris. My final last words are edited by admin!
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
Eran had always been a reader. Especially now that she was left with no family in Middle Earth, she had found herself absorbed in the libraries that Elrond's palace had to offer. The books varied in subject, from fiction to romance to history, and she found the balconies on the edges of the palace gave a very serene environment to read in. She glided down the hallways from the library to the balconies, perfectly at ease in her surroundings.
She had grown up there, lived there, and would most likely have this place be her last sight of Middle Earth. Every curve of the palace was familiar to her, every stone have a place somewhere in the memories of her childhood. But that had been so long ago, in a time she nearly forgot existed. When you lived as long as her kind did, time eventually became only relative.
She found a place on one of the balconies, overlooking the waterfalls and rivers that surrounded the white stone, the only sounds those of birds chirping and the water crashing against rocks and the banks. She took up a position on one of the benches, pulling her legs up underneath the skirts of her deep green dress and opened the book on her lap. She began to read, her hands caressing the old, worn pages carefully.
As she read, half of her conscience concentrated on the book, the other half concentrated on her surroundings. The warrior in her never missed anything, always perceptive and ready to spring into action. So when a set of footsteps on the stone floors came into her hearing range, she was not surprised. She did not look up as the figure came closer, even as they were close enough that she could see the figure out of the corner of her eye. "Can I help you?" She asked softly, still not looking up from her book.
She had grown up there, lived there, and would most likely have this place be her last sight of Middle Earth. Every curve of the palace was familiar to her, every stone have a place somewhere in the memories of her childhood. But that had been so long ago, in a time she nearly forgot existed. When you lived as long as her kind did, time eventually became only relative.
She found a place on one of the balconies, overlooking the waterfalls and rivers that surrounded the white stone, the only sounds those of birds chirping and the water crashing against rocks and the banks. She took up a position on one of the benches, pulling her legs up underneath the skirts of her deep green dress and opened the book on her lap. She began to read, her hands caressing the old, worn pages carefully.
As she read, half of her conscience concentrated on the book, the other half concentrated on her surroundings. The warrior in her never missed anything, always perceptive and ready to spring into action. So when a set of footsteps on the stone floors came into her hearing range, she was not surprised. She did not look up as the figure came closer, even as they were close enough that she could see the figure out of the corner of her eye. "Can I help you?" She asked softly, still not looking up from her book.
this application was made by two birds. of caution. steal and her hoard of zombies will come and eat your brains.
