Member Profiles

Chryys

Born of parents she never knew, Chryys's first memories are happy ones of playing in the forest outside Rune. She spent her days learning forest lore and calling the woodland creatures to track and hunt with her. Deep in the darkest recesses of the forest she came afoul of the insane mage Kaulin and he began lofting fireballs at her, she was quickly incapacitated and her friends were killed. A Valkyrie traveling to Mt. Olympus happened upon her. This heroic woman carried the young Ranger to a healer where she was quickly restored to complete health. The Valkyrie recognized great strength and skill in the young girl and took her on her travels. Many long hours of training began. Chryys has now attained full womanhood, and strides across the land of Sepharia exploring and honing her skills, always in search of larger foes, and better equipment.

Dunedain

Before you a tall Elf stands with a strong aura of majesty and grace. Hair of long flowing strands of silver moonlight cascades freely down his back, flowing with no noticable wind around. His eyes are lit with a deep, hidden light, shining like dark shards of amethyst. Looking into his eyes, there seems to be no end to them, filled with knowledge and wisdom beyond normal comprehensions. He stands proudly, looking very lithe and quick. At first glance he doesn't look like a warrior, but the way he wears his armor and weapons tugs at the back of your mind, making you wonder otherwise. Despite other feelings, you feel a deep respect for this Lord of Elves.

Rhodoran

He is a Drow, and unusual for his species. He doesn't look like most Drow you have seen, as a slight smile plays across his lips. He has thick, dark hair which falls almost to his chin. The most suprising aspect of this Drow is his eyes. They are sparkling blue, and as you look into them have a sense of going on forever. You almost feel as if you could peer directly into his soul looking into them. He wears a silver ring on his finger, a symbol of the one he wears around his heart for Ariannu. Slightly muscular, he carries himself as a tried warrior, unwilling to shed blood needlessly, but constant in his vigil of protecting himself, his clan, and his loved ones.

Ariannu

Silver laughter comes to you on a breeze and suddenly you find yourself in the presence of a shimmering sidhe. Her eyes sparkle with merriment and a mischievous grin plays across her lips as she beckons for you to dance. Once in a while you notice she stops, motionless, her head tilted slightly as if listening for something far away, and a wistful look flashes across her delicate features. Her lips move and you hear her quietly whisper "Rhodoran", and you know where her heart is.

Snowleaf

Snowleaf looks quite young, even for an elf. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes worries you, but the smile on his face puts you at ease. He has a number of small twigs and leaves in his tawny hair. You're not sure if he had just emerged from a thicket or had placed them there as a symbol of his affinity for nature. His clothing is worn and travel-stained. Each mended tears on his clothing speak of his numerous skirmishes. Despite his ragged clothing, he wears them with the pride of a noble in his finest garments.

Luce

Sunbleached locks of hair fall down Luce's forehead, the light of the stars reflect in her gray eyes. She avoids your gaze with little effort before stepping into the shadows and walking foolishly off into a storm.