Post by Noir on Dec 31, 2008 13:45:14 GMT -6
Full Name: Noircir Nieve
Nicknames/Aliases: Noir
Species: Drow
Allegiance: Against the council
Job: Bodyguard to the leader
Family: Acrea Nieve (Mother, Deceased), Leran Nieve (Father, Deceased)
Age: 90
Appearance:
Height: 6'0
Weight: 100 lbs
Eyes: Black
Hair: White
Hair Style: Pulled back behind a headdress.
Any distinguishing features: None for her kind.
Usual Clothing: Black dresses that show plenty of skin, mostly used to distract her enemies with her body.
Preferred Weapon: A three pronged sai made from shadows that she holds on her wrist.
Powers/Abilities: Noir has the ability to control shadows, making them do whatever she wants. Her favorite way of doing this is by creating hand weapons she uses to fight.
Weaknesses Noir is incredibly cocky and arrogant, which can get herself into lots of trouble when she thinks she's better than the person she's facing.
Since Noir can manipulate shadows, she is more sensitive to light than the others of her kind. She can only live in dim light, only the light of a torch, anything brighter and she's in pain.
Other skills and talents: Noir is proficient in the use of many blades as well as a bow and crossbow. Her specialty, though is short blades and throwing knives, made from shadow of course.
Fluent in many languages, mosly those of the recognized species, but she also knows most of the unrecognized languages.
Personality: Noir is a dark person who only takes orders from her leader. She thinks of herself as the best thing to ever happen to her kind, though she is smart enough to know that she can't lead. That she leaves to others so she can have her fun.
Background/History:
Sample RP: Noir walked silently around the halls of the council building, looking around as she walked. She sighed a little, completely bored. She walked outside, looking around as she tossed a ball of shadow up and down, humming randomly as she headed into the trees, trying to find something, anything to do. She slowed as she saw a movement in the trees and smirked, creating a throwing knife from her shadows, then she thought twice and the knife turned into a short sword. She wanted some action. To be right up close and personal with whatever this creature was. She grinned a little and ran out into the clearing it was in, leaping up into the air and landing on the creature, forcing it to the ground.
Need a home or room? She doesn't need one, she is always in the same room as her leader.[/center]