Semba Aralyn

Full Name: Semba Aralyn

Other name: Synester (Syn)

Race: Elf

Side: Neutral

Birthplace: Du Weldenvarden

Age: 80, appears 19

Gender: Female

Birthday: Exact date unknown

Eyes: Dark, deep blue with catlike pupils and very long black lashes. Large and seemingly innocent usually, though they're very expressive.

Hair: Midnight black, it reaches her hips and is always very well kept. Her bangs are spiked in (jagged) and they can cover her right eye easily. There are usually bunches of feathers or flowers weaved into her hair.

Weight: 130 lbs

Height: 5'9

Magic User: Being an elf, she is skilled with elven magic, just as the next elf. She also has basic knowledge of other spells, taught to her by her father.

Preferred Weapon(s): A pair of simple daggers about five inches long each, and a bow sang of the finest wood, which is used with a quiver of whatever arrows Semba just so happens to have crafted.

Personality: It's no surprise that she wanders wherever she pleases - Semba has always been a defiant, fiery rebel that takes what she wants whenever she pleases. Thankfully, she doesn't tend to steal or plunder, and would defend those in need in the fight was unfair. She takes a liking to children of all sorts, though completely ignores the idea of herself bearing any. Unpredictable, one never knows her next move, and not a single soul can figure her out. She strives for not power or respect, but a wow factor in her every graceful move, and is very dramatic. She's not much of a flirt and prefers to get down to business, and can be a very commanding figure. To those who would be lucky enough to call her a friend, she would stand by them with unwavering loyalty, but the truth of the matter is, she can be as deadly and cruel as a nightmare, unafraid to use anyone and anything to achieve her ends, though she hides beneath a mask that implies a trustworthy pawn. Her words are strung together in poetic ways, and can be tender or cutting. Semba is naturally attracted to those that match her fire, and would never be able to settle with any lover that would give in to her demands easily. Though she can be very short-tempered with her own kind, humans, and dwarves, she adores animals.

Appearance: Preferring to stay right between the line of human and animal, Semba's choice features are cat-like, and her 'canine' teeth come to sharp points. Her body is slender and lithe, conditioned and crafted with grace and agility in mind. She usually is seen wearing simple dresses of any color, but her preferences are dark colors, which draws attention to her flawless skin, pale as freshly fallen snow. All in all, she is beautiful, gazing at the world with her dark eyes set beneath dark brows, her fingers long and slender like her limbs, and not a single scar to be seen.

Likes/Dislikes: She sometimes enjoys being alone, and loves travel in general. Semba dislikes days that are too hot or too cold, and has a phobia of being in tight spaces as well, so she dislikes buildings. She loves being respected, and of course, loves winning. She can't stand to lose any fight.

Strengths: Dedicated, determined, brave, and quick of mind. Also independent.

Weakness: Emotional and quick to anger, slow to calm. Also very stubborn, even when her cause is in the wrong, and her hate of feeling weak may one day be the end of her should she need help.

History: She was born completely average and normal. Cherished by her parents, she was a loved child, though not a spoiled one. Within her, the ideal of working for what she wanted was implanted, but in the end this only meant she wouldn't steal, and if she gained something then she had earned it by going through whatever troubles to gain it. This was the case with food, toys, and whatever else. This was not, however, the case with her current weapons. They were given to her, gifts from her father, and with them she was taught magic that he had learned - magic that few younger elves were taught, though she had little advantage over the others because of this.

It wasn't that she was ignored. She was given plenty of attention, though for her, it wasn't enough. She sought to send the boys running her way, and so she shaped her form to lure them in. A few did come a-running, and she responded by cruelly ignoring their advances. It was enough for her to simply be wanted, but to actually have to let herself quench their thirst was out of the question. Some others looked upon this with scorn, and she was disliked by many. Some were jealous of her ability to twist others to her wills, others were afraid of what would happen if they too were ensnared by the strange girl. Eventually her pawns fled her, leaving her alone, and she set out on her own without looking back. Once in awhile she does return, though isn't generally welcomed back.

Password: Draumr Kopa

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