IMMERIL, vanya elora

[VANYA ELORA IMMERIL]

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

VANYA IMMERIL*

This is Vanya Immeril or to be more formal Vanya Elora Immeril. She doesn't have any nicknames to shorten her name, considering it is short already, so she generally just goes by Vanya. Vanya is two thousand three hundred and four, which is sixteen in human years (if the site I found was correct). This girl isn't an adult yet nor is she married or betrothed, finding other ways to preoccupy her time or get her mind off of it. Lastly Vanya is not part of royalty, rather just a regular maiden, though of course her being an elf makes her not as regular.

Vanya is interestingly enough, a red-headed elf. Her hair is a long wave of deep crimson red and hints of copper curtain that hangs down her back or shoulders in soft waves. Her skin has a sun kissed glow and freckles adorn her face. Vanya's cheek bones are high and her cheeks tend to be rosy, mostly when she is happy or grief stricken, and plump some. Her lips are pink and plump and her nose is almost pixie like, complimenting her face perfectly. Her eyes are almond shaped and hide behind thick black lashes. The color of her eyes are very unique, in some light they look a murky dark steel color, but if she turns her head or the light hits them just right you can soon see that they are a very deep emerald color. Almost like jewels, as they sparkle and show their hidden color when the light hits them. Her stature is tall and her body is skinny and slender, the poor thing seems to give off a fragile feel. Though she is still a teenager, her endowments are average and her hips are normal size. She doesn't really have that curvy hour glass figure. But does she need it with such striking of features?

Vanya is a peaceful and loyal girl. Quietness, solitude, stress-free, she enjoys these things that bring peace to her and others. This means that she even loves laughter, and laughing because it lessens stress. She forgives because that too gives you peace inside yourself. Vanya is a very sensitive elf and there for cannot take harsh words or feel grief. She by no means fights or will she give you harsh words. She will more then likely walk away if harsh words are spoken or she will cry. If someone is grieving, she can sense and feel it and this too will cause her grief. She becomes frightened easily, not really frightened but more like if someone comes up behind her, and if something like this occurs she flees. At first Vanya is shy, pretty shy and once a few words have spoken she will start to warm up and talk. She loves to please others, especially elders, and if keeping them company will do this then she will give them company. Vanya is loyal and once you are a friend of hers, she will not rat on you or leave your side. She becomes nervous and gets worried easily, especially now with what is brewing in Mordor. Vanya doesn't flirt or really know how, but if she likes you, you'll know. She is to say the least fragiler then most.

Her favorite past times include dancing, swimming, riding horses, taking walks, finding flowers, listening to calming music, spending time with elders and reading old texts and poems.Vanya was born in Rivendell to her mother Eletha and her father Adanion. She was the only child to be given to this couple and therefore cherished. Her mother was a great dancer and there for Eletha taught Vanya how to dance exquisitely. Her mother accompanied royalty where her father was a warrior. There was a period of time where he was gone, and during this time her mother was very nervous and worried. In return this worried Vanya and she hated the feeling, she didn't like how her heart pounded in her chest or how she got this sickening feeling. But unlike some warriors, her father came back and the tension and worry-ness that filled the house was now gone. Vanya vowed to herself that she never wanted to feel this again, there for she began to do things and act in ways that made her feel more peaceful. There are occasions where she can't help but feel these again but she tries her best to avoid them. Her parents aren't too worried about finding a mate for her, though they know that time is ticking away, they feel that their daughter's happiness is more important rather then worrying over her betrothed. But Vanya does feel differently about the situation at times. Vanya never really left Rivendell, perhaps just walked around the outskirts. But sometimes her walks take her farther and farther away, not for long however because she always comes back home. Now with the war coming, she doesn't know whether to stay at her beloved home or go.

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'

hey there. so my name is Tiff. i also play Brywynn Bramble & Lachlan Muldoon. i happen to be female and i've blown out nineteen candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just PM or Email me me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be Elf and she hails from Rivendell. My final last words are edited by admin!

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From Different Site
Dragos covered his mouth with his arm as he coughed a little before walking down the hallway. He had just gotten back from the cafeteria, and still no sight of the gang. Then again Adrian was a mortician now. Dragos shook his head and continued to walk down the hall. His olive eyes looked around to see if there were any other patients around, not really. His eyebrows scrunched together as he grew a little confused. Even though it wasn't that late in the evening he was tired as hell. Today was tough for him, he had to go outside and smoke a cigarette every time he turned around.

He brushed his dark hair with his hands away from his face he continued to walk down the hallway. His body was running a little hot again and he couldn't help but get annoyed. Growling, he pushed his door open to his room and closed it, coughing in his arm again. "Damn cigarettes" he mumbled to himself as he walked around to his bed as he took off his black t-shirt, exposing all his tattoos as well as skinny torso. He kept his black jeans on however because he wasn't ready to change out of them yet. Actually he generally did sleep in his clothes, only rarely would he change out of them. Kicking off his black Converse chucks, he took off his socks and stuffed them into a shoe and placed them at the foot of his bed. His bare feet hit the cold carpet and smiled as it cooled him down a little. Taking his shirt and throwing it on the floor, he looked around his room. "I wonder if I have incense or anything" he spoke with his familiar raspy voice as he looked in any place he could think of. Any thing that gave off a scent and kept him relaxed. Looking under the bed, he grabbed a box and saw an incense that was burnt a little. Bringing it to his nose, he smelt it and of course the scent was old. "Damn it" he spoke as he put it back in the box and pushed it under his bed.

Dragos tended to talk to himself a lot, only if he was alone though. At least he could keep himself company. Getting up from the floor, he grabbed his book that was on his end table and sat on the bed. Moving his body, he sprawled out on his bed and tucked one arm under his head, opening his book of Edgar Allan Poe short stories, he began to read where he left off, The Black Cat. Reading sometimes relaxed him so he hoped that it would tonight.

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