Mai gawd. I put so much time and so much research and so much UUUUUUNFashdjkshfjkakfilwj
Just... so much into this. //shrivels up and dies
I will be honest here; I had no idea how Faeries were born. We all know the "Peter Pan Theory" but that didn't seem right for this RP and it's settings. I did SO MUCH research and found so many different answers and came up with a guess. I figured the Fae of Auriel were like a combination of the Faeries from A Midsummer's Night Dream
and the Sylvari from Guild Wars 2. And if you know what I'm talking about, congrats! You'll know why I thought this . If I've completely lost you, it's ok XD If you want me to explain just leave a comment and I'll do my explaining there. This application is going to be long enough without my ramblings.
Anyway, meet Adorabelle the Fae. Full image here---->fav.me/d5zr5qy
Nickname: Will answer to "Dora" for short.
Height: 7cm (about 2 inches)
Weight: 3 ounces (85 grams)
Role in society: Just your common garden Faerie, also member of the Illustris Court
Standing/Status among peers: Good (most of the time: Sometimes her eagerness and curiosity can earn her the tittle "Annoying Little Pest")
Occupation: None (She'd love to become the assistant to a pastry chef, but only so she could be payed with all the cream she could eat)~*~STATS~*~
HEALTH POINTS: 50 HP
MANA POINTS: 20 MP
DEFENSE POINTS: 50 DP
Weapons/Spells: Fire and Earth Magic
Personality: Adorabelle is really a go-getter. She is still rather young as far as Fae go, and can be incredibly hyperactive. Her feisty-ness, curiousness, eagerness, and hyper-activity combo can be lethal to one's sanity. However, if given copious amounts of sugary substances, she will fall into a sweet-induced slumber; which means she can't talk your ear off for at least twelve hours. XD
Likes: Sweets of all kinds, talking, humming, flowers(her favs are columbines), emeralds, Elves, socks/stockings, adventuring, annoying Orcs for no reason
Dislikes: Bitter/sour things, quiet, snakes, getting dirty, using her magic for anything but defending herself
Biography: Adorabelle was born during the coming of the summer solstice at dawn. At first, she was rather shy, but was overwhelmed with curiosity of the world around her that she absolutely had to ask one-thousand questions at once; thus ending her short reign of shyness. She soon discovered her attraction to the Elven race, having found them to be almost as beautiful as her own race. So, she set off to live in Atash'Mora, creating a little home for herself in Faering. Adorabelle travels often, going wherever the wind takes her wings. She'll usually travel all about the Elven forest; talking to Elves, playing with Elves, doing too many things at once, causing a commotion, and then getting scolded by Elves.
Of course, there is an unsettling restlessness within her tiny body. She feels there is something she needs to do, but doesn't know what. She's happy with her carefree life, at least she thinks she is...
It is this uncertainty that has her prone to conversing with some of the less hostile members of the Impius Court, despite her own affiliation with the Illustris Court. She only wants a different perspective on things, truly! However, if word of her prying gets back to the wrong Impius members she could be facing a most unfortunate ultimatum; Join or Die.
-Lives in a yellow gourd under a hawthorn tree.
wool stockings and hangs them from said tree
-Favorite game to play: Make an Orc Mad in Three Words or LessDETAILED ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:
There was a loud crash, followed by furious shouting. Not a moment later, the front door of the bakery slammed open, a flustered Adorabelle and a raging Elvish baker storming out from it.
"OUT,OUT,OUT!" Screamed the baker, shaking his large fists and swatting at the Faerie. "I can't even hear my own thoughts anymore! Not with you're constant chattering about absoloutly NOTHING relevant to ANYTHING! EVER! Go home, Dora! I've had all I can take of you today." He finished with exhaustion reverberating from every syllable.
Adorabelle tried to hide her embarrassment and hurt, timidly asking, "...So do I still get a truffle?"
"NO!" and with that, the baker went back inside his shop, slamming the door behind him.
"Oh, goblin snot!" she said dejectedly. She really hadn't meant to distract him from adding the last intricate detail on the sixteen layer chocolate torte cake he had been making, but she had been good all morning and was so tired of waiting for her promised truffle. That and it had been a whole three minuets since either of them had spoken, and the silence was killing her. But she had been just a little bit too loud and close to him when she decided to speak, causing him to jump, which in turn caused his stool to bump his work table, which then caused the beautiful cake to meet it's untimely demise. She had to admit; not one of her better moments.
Adorabelle then decided to take the Elf's advice and head home, but not before stealing a sock or two.
Just to cheer herself up.
((I also do script, but am much stronger in paragraph style.))