Krisyl'lyn Ashenleaf
Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 2:59 pm
First Name: Krisyl'lyn
Last Name: Ashenleaf
Appearance:
Krisyl'lyn is a wood elf in her teenage years. Her hair is wild and unkempt except for two braids that hang from her temples. Her armor is made of hides and is clearly older than she is. Her bow has carvings up and down its length depicting hunts that she has been on and pictures to honor Solonor. Her skin has a faint coppery hue, tinged with a slight green around her hairline.
Race: Wood elf
Age: 60 winters old ((DM Approved))
Height Shorter than the average adult elf
Weight: Thin and athletic
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Personality Profile:
Krisyl'lyn is shy and timid around those she doesn't know. She would rather avoid a fight than face an enemy. She cares for the forest and all the kind animals that dwell within. She hunts only what she needs and takes only what she will use. Her love for her companion, Icicle, is without bounds and she would do anything to keep her safe.
General Health: Healthy teenage elf
Deity: Solonor Thelandira
Initial Alignment: Neutral Good
Profession: Huntress
Base Class & Proposed Development: Ranger/Druid
Habits/Hobbies: She likes to create jewelry from the things she finds in the forest. She loves the thrill of the hunt, so much that sometimes she doesn't kill the quarry so that she may hunt it again.
Languages: Elven, Druidic, Animal, Broken common (Though it has improved since her arrival)
Weapon of Choice: Longbow
As the morning sun crests the hillside, deep within the Wood of Sharpteeth the young elven girl prepares for her day. As the rays of the sun hit the droplets of morning dew, she smiles enjoying the beauty that nature provides….
It had been a long journey from the High Forest, but one she was happy she took. Silas, her teacher and friend, had taken the journey as well…albeit reluctantly. She still chuckles remembering all of the grumbling and curses spat over the course of the trek. He had taken her in after her village was burned to the ground during an Orc raid. She had barely escaped with her life that day, only to be reborn as a hunter of the orcish tribes. Silas found her in this feral state, unkept appearance and a burning hatred within her heart. He had shown her the path of nature…of balance.
Now she is hundred of miles away from her past…to begin again. Peace in her heart and a respect for nature, her beauty and her bite. Ever weighing her decisions carefully… She knows that like an arrow in flight, once an action is taken it is impossible to reverse its outcome. You must make your decisions carefully, as they may have an impact that exceeds the one you had wanted...
Appearance:
Icicle is a prime specimen of her species. Her muscles ripple under her soft coat of fur. Her coat is bright white with the black spots of a leopard throughout. Around her neck hangs a small leather pouch that contains a tiny silver arrow with green fletching.
Race: Snow Leopard
Age: Young
Height about 60 cm (24 in) at the shoulder
Weight: 25 kg (55 lb)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White with black spots
Personality Profile:
Icicle is aggressively protective of Krisyl'lyn. She will do anything to protect her from harm up to and including giving her own life to save the young elf.
General Health: Healthy and fit
Initial Alignment: Neutral (as per DM request)
Habits/Hobbies: Napping, hunting and protecting her friend Krisyl'lyn
Languages: Animal, She understands Elvish.
Weapon of Choice: Bite and claws
A wind blew across the clearing along the Unicorn Run. Silas and Krisyl’lyn were both crouched behind the large fallen oak, watching the caravan pass. The voices of men could be heard, yelling and carrying on as the wagons rolled along the path. It was then that she heard it. It was soft and weak...barely audible above the sounds of the caravan. But she knew she had heard it.
“Did you hear that Silas?” She spoke in the flowing tongue of the elves. Silas just nodded once in acknowledgement. Her eyes then trained upon the covered wagon in the back of the line. The sound had come from there, no doubt about it.
Scanning the area she counted seven men. Seven men that she would have to deal with in order to get to that noise. Pulling an arrow from the quiver across her back she slowly started to slide from behind the fallen tree when Silas grabbed her arm.
“I’ll pull most of them away.” he whispered softly, “You deal with the rest and save the trapped one.”
Krisyl’lyn gave a firm nod as Silas changed form into that of a winter wolf and charged out to the gathering of men. Breathing his cold breath upon the first killing him instantly, he pulled off and ran for the wood on the other side of the clearing. The men yelled to one another, grabbed up weapons and gave chase. Leaving only one behind to guard the wagons.
Whispering a prayer to Solonor, she kept low and approached the lone guard. The man towered over the young elf by four feet, but all of the size and strength couldn’t break the hold from the spell she had spoken. Stone had come up from the ground and encased the man, unable to move or yell out to his companions. Confident that she was safe for the time being she swiftly moved to the covered wagon. Pulling the canvas back, her eyes opened wide as she saw a magnificent sight. It’s fur was the color of pure snow with spots across the back of her coat. Eyes as blue as the summer sky.
“Fear not, I mean to free you.” She spoke to the snow leopard cub. “I will get you far away from these men, then you do as you wish..” The elvish words fell from her lips upon the ears of this small creature, they were returned with a long drawn out purring sound. “Quickly, before they return.” A small hunting knife appeared in her hand at that moment and she cut the leather strap that kept the cage closed.
Crashing could be heard through the forest behind them as the young elf and the leopard put distance between themselves and the wagons. Screaming filled the quiet forest valley and then….silence.
Hours had passed before Silas once again returned to the elf. A smile fell upon his face as he saw the cat for the first time laying on Krisyl’lyn’s lap, sleeping soundly.
“Quite the specimen ye got there.” Silas said with a wink. “What are your intentions?”
“To free it of course. It isn’t mine to keep.” She stated with conviction. “I will give her a meal and a warm fire to sleep beside this night. In the morning…Icicle can do as she pleases.”
Silas let’s out a chuckle. “Icicle, huh? Did it tell ye it’s name or something?”
Krisyl’lyn just rolls her eyes at the Hin druid as she strokes the sleeping leopards back. “Oh hush up, you old dog!” She lets out a small laugh as Silas goes off to get firewood for the night…
Last Name: Ashenleaf
Appearance:
Krisyl'lyn is a wood elf in her teenage years. Her hair is wild and unkempt except for two braids that hang from her temples. Her armor is made of hides and is clearly older than she is. Her bow has carvings up and down its length depicting hunts that she has been on and pictures to honor Solonor. Her skin has a faint coppery hue, tinged with a slight green around her hairline.
Race: Wood elf
Age: 60 winters old ((DM Approved))
Height Shorter than the average adult elf
Weight: Thin and athletic
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Personality Profile:
Krisyl'lyn is shy and timid around those she doesn't know. She would rather avoid a fight than face an enemy. She cares for the forest and all the kind animals that dwell within. She hunts only what she needs and takes only what she will use. Her love for her companion, Icicle, is without bounds and she would do anything to keep her safe.
General Health: Healthy teenage elf
Deity: Solonor Thelandira
Initial Alignment: Neutral Good
Profession: Huntress
Base Class & Proposed Development: Ranger/Druid
Habits/Hobbies: She likes to create jewelry from the things she finds in the forest. She loves the thrill of the hunt, so much that sometimes she doesn't kill the quarry so that she may hunt it again.
Languages: Elven, Druidic, Animal, Broken common (Though it has improved since her arrival)
Weapon of Choice: Longbow
As the morning sun crests the hillside, deep within the Wood of Sharpteeth the young elven girl prepares for her day. As the rays of the sun hit the droplets of morning dew, she smiles enjoying the beauty that nature provides….
It had been a long journey from the High Forest, but one she was happy she took. Silas, her teacher and friend, had taken the journey as well…albeit reluctantly. She still chuckles remembering all of the grumbling and curses spat over the course of the trek. He had taken her in after her village was burned to the ground during an Orc raid. She had barely escaped with her life that day, only to be reborn as a hunter of the orcish tribes. Silas found her in this feral state, unkept appearance and a burning hatred within her heart. He had shown her the path of nature…of balance.
Now she is hundred of miles away from her past…to begin again. Peace in her heart and a respect for nature, her beauty and her bite. Ever weighing her decisions carefully… She knows that like an arrow in flight, once an action is taken it is impossible to reverse its outcome. You must make your decisions carefully, as they may have an impact that exceeds the one you had wanted...
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First Name: IcicleAppearance:
Icicle is a prime specimen of her species. Her muscles ripple under her soft coat of fur. Her coat is bright white with the black spots of a leopard throughout. Around her neck hangs a small leather pouch that contains a tiny silver arrow with green fletching.
Race: Snow Leopard
Age: Young
Height about 60 cm (24 in) at the shoulder
Weight: 25 kg (55 lb)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: White with black spots
Personality Profile:
Icicle is aggressively protective of Krisyl'lyn. She will do anything to protect her from harm up to and including giving her own life to save the young elf.
General Health: Healthy and fit
Initial Alignment: Neutral (as per DM request)
Habits/Hobbies: Napping, hunting and protecting her friend Krisyl'lyn
Languages: Animal, She understands Elvish.
Weapon of Choice: Bite and claws
The meeting…
A wind blew across the clearing along the Unicorn Run. Silas and Krisyl’lyn were both crouched behind the large fallen oak, watching the caravan pass. The voices of men could be heard, yelling and carrying on as the wagons rolled along the path. It was then that she heard it. It was soft and weak...barely audible above the sounds of the caravan. But she knew she had heard it.
“Did you hear that Silas?” She spoke in the flowing tongue of the elves. Silas just nodded once in acknowledgement. Her eyes then trained upon the covered wagon in the back of the line. The sound had come from there, no doubt about it.
Scanning the area she counted seven men. Seven men that she would have to deal with in order to get to that noise. Pulling an arrow from the quiver across her back she slowly started to slide from behind the fallen tree when Silas grabbed her arm.
“I’ll pull most of them away.” he whispered softly, “You deal with the rest and save the trapped one.”
Krisyl’lyn gave a firm nod as Silas changed form into that of a winter wolf and charged out to the gathering of men. Breathing his cold breath upon the first killing him instantly, he pulled off and ran for the wood on the other side of the clearing. The men yelled to one another, grabbed up weapons and gave chase. Leaving only one behind to guard the wagons.
Whispering a prayer to Solonor, she kept low and approached the lone guard. The man towered over the young elf by four feet, but all of the size and strength couldn’t break the hold from the spell she had spoken. Stone had come up from the ground and encased the man, unable to move or yell out to his companions. Confident that she was safe for the time being she swiftly moved to the covered wagon. Pulling the canvas back, her eyes opened wide as she saw a magnificent sight. It’s fur was the color of pure snow with spots across the back of her coat. Eyes as blue as the summer sky.
“Fear not, I mean to free you.” She spoke to the snow leopard cub. “I will get you far away from these men, then you do as you wish..” The elvish words fell from her lips upon the ears of this small creature, they were returned with a long drawn out purring sound. “Quickly, before they return.” A small hunting knife appeared in her hand at that moment and she cut the leather strap that kept the cage closed.
Crashing could be heard through the forest behind them as the young elf and the leopard put distance between themselves and the wagons. Screaming filled the quiet forest valley and then….silence.
Hours had passed before Silas once again returned to the elf. A smile fell upon his face as he saw the cat for the first time laying on Krisyl’lyn’s lap, sleeping soundly.
“Quite the specimen ye got there.” Silas said with a wink. “What are your intentions?”
“To free it of course. It isn’t mine to keep.” She stated with conviction. “I will give her a meal and a warm fire to sleep beside this night. In the morning…Icicle can do as she pleases.”
Silas let’s out a chuckle. “Icicle, huh? Did it tell ye it’s name or something?”
Krisyl’lyn just rolls her eyes at the Hin druid as she strokes the sleeping leopards back. “Oh hush up, you old dog!” She lets out a small laugh as Silas goes off to get firewood for the night…