Post by Lael on Jul 2, 2010 14:19:30 GMT -8
Running for her life...
Name:
Laelia of Selvard
Nickname(s):
Lael
Age:
Seventeen
Date of Birth:
4th of December
Sexuality:
Straight
Breed:
Fallen Celestial
Abilities:
Mental Shield
Loyalty:
To the shapeshifters
Status/Occupation:
Rouge/traveler
The dark rain from her eyes still falls...
Appearance:
Lael, for one has blonde hair. As simple as that, though one could elaborate on it, saying that it is more or less straight, falling down to about mid-back although it doesn't seem so. The ends are all of different lengths and it isn't what one would call neat. In fact, a better word would be unruly. Lael always tries to keep some kind of flower in her hair, lately she has taken to lilies, giving her hair the scent of lilies. If one bothered to look close, a few petals can still be seen stuck within those strands of hair.
Like most other Fallen Celestials, Lael has brown eyes the color of milk chocolate. They will always carry a vulnerable, slightly melancholic look, no matter how ecstatic or furious she is feeling. She almost never shows the darker emotions of anger, hate and envy, preferring to stick with the mellow happiness and melancholic sadness that she always seems to feel.
That being said, Lael looks rather like a lost puppy. A lost puppy who needs a home and a master. With her innocent looks, she tends to capture people's hearts, though she isn't always quite so aware of it. She was once human and that human side has stayed with her, quiet and oblivious. And now, she still has her eyes closed.
As a Celestial, Lael has the same golden hair, only a shade lighter and more lustrous. She has brown eyes and the same rather curvy figure, but she has wings added onto that, midnight blue wings, shining as the ocean as the moonbeams stroke it. Though she is blessed by the ability of flight, she has been too afraid to use it and learn much about it.
She is a little lost puppy looking for her master. She has lost her master once. She wants to find him--or find another.
Breathtaking butterfly...
Personality:
Lael does not like armed conflict. Period. She will do anything to keep from drawing weapons for or against others. She is a peacekeeper and will try her best to "complete her duty".
That being said, Lael keeps promises no matter what and she likes it if others keep theirs. One of her most hated things is to see promises being broken. Promises are words for binding, they are not to be broken. She follows the rules laid down for her.
She is quiet, she doesn't like to speak up, but she does know how to smile and party. She does not mind showing her naked body off to people, why should she? She will speak if spoken to. It is impolite to ignore others.
Chose a dark day to live...
History:
"It's a girl..."
"Name her Lael,"
"But miss, that's a boy's name!"
"No, it shall be her name."
From the time her mother decided to name her Lael, her public name had been Laelia. Laelia of the house of Selvard. Only because her father despised the fact that her mother wanted to name her after a boy's name. She grew up in a happy family where nothing happened...
On the night one month and two days after she had turned eight, something went wrong. Her family was slaughtered by daemons. Lael did not know why. She was left alive, the only child of the Selvard house, hidden away in her room. Her mother, father and brother were all slaughtered. Little Lael did not know what to do.
She roamed the streets tearfully with bloody kneecaps and elbows, collapsing finally after a few hours. Someone found her, someone lifted the child in tender arms. He was a shapeshifter abiding by the law of the shapeshifters, rescuing the forlorn child. He was known as Rafael. He took the child into his home.
"What is your name?"
"Lael,"
"That is a nice name."
He never knew Lael's full name, Lael had forgotten it too. Laelia of Selvard died that night with her family, Lael was born from her shell.
Lael didn't mind shapeshifters, but ever since that night, she had hated daemons. Hated them with all her heart. She grew up with Rafael, had a happy life with him, much happier than she had ever been with her human family. She was still human, though she didn't mind it. She learned that clothes were of no importance, they were only there to hide the resemblance that he proud and jealous humans shared with the shapeshifters, fae and daemons. She didn't use clothing very much and neither did Rafael.
The two lived and grew together, bonding, though the proclamation of love never left either's lips. They knew what the other felt, they were happy that way. For eight years they lived in this manner, until both felt ready.
At the full moon on that night, they stood together. Rafael was looking into the human girl's eyes. Both held the same love, the same adoration, and in Lael's admiration and excitement. Tonight was when her real life would start and this human body wouldn't matter any more.
Lael changed her completely. The plan for them was to stay together so that he could help her with the shift. It never worked. Rafael was nowhere to be seen when Lael came to her senses. Confusion wrecked her thoughts and she stumbled to look for him. There was no trace, Rafael was gone. The Fallen Celestial wept for her love. From then on, she stuck to her promises. She would never let a promise go broken, but she never got over the hurt. She lived with it on the Shifter Island.
Save one breath for me...
Roleplay Sample:
She had to make a living. This world wasn't kind and she needed to eat. Today she wore a silver outfit, too translucent to be an outfit. She had chosen this job for it was easy. These men were easy to please.
Lael closed her eyes, preparing herself. The tavern carried a permanent low murmur that always died as the men's attention was caught. She waltzed out, hips sashaying entrancingly. The men were dumbstruck. She allowed herself a small smile. She knew that look of theirs. They were captivated by her. They would pay a pretty sum. A sum to recon with.
A round of twists and twirls, swaying and bending, flaunting her curves and she was done. The night was young and she had collected all the money she needed. It was time to go.
A loner longing for
the cadence of her last breath.
the cadence of her last breath.