Past Lives:
V'loræ of the Blooded FangRace: Myrian {Earthbound Form}
Birthday & Age: Spring 343; Died age 118; Reborn in her mid-twenties
Gender: Female
Physical Description:Though she bares the same name, the one thing the world of hers retained,
the Ethaefal makes a drastic change in the shifting light. As the Syna
retreats of Leth, the delicate beauty of the Ethaefal becomes something
deadly. A Myrian at her prime, perhaps, with all knowledge of her past life
of violence but a few barriers away, Valorae is but flashes away from
sharpening an old weapon. While not nearly as graceful, she still retains
some methods of attraction. Her voice deepens to something richer and
harmonious. Her eyes darken, the glow of her hair fades, and her skin’s
shine is now but the reflection of the sun’s light against oily skin. Valorae
gains a bit in dimension, an inch or two upwards, as well as around herself,
perhaps it is because strength of will becomes strength of might in this old
shell.
"My life, my soul, for Myri."Character Concept:Myrian gold, that is Valorae’s, or rather V’lorae’s worth of being. She is
proud of her being, as an individual and part of the whole. She is as much
a lover as she is a fighter, assuming you address the proper response
accordingly. There’s something else native to this form which enhances
her senses of paranoia and hostility.
Character History:Born over a century ago, this little Myrian grew with pride and promise.
With the daily training and learning, she was well on her way to becoming
a masterful archer and handler for the great beasts of Fylandar. At her
biological peak she was a sight for sore eyes…on the battlefield. With a
companion at her side, she seemed untouchable and without limits, handling the long spear and bow with relative ease. Her companions did dwindle, as did she in greater
age. Even in her latest years she managed to aim a steady shot, though the strength to hold a spear faded. She spent
her time as an old woman breeding new cubs and caring for them as well
as the other children. She eventually died of natural causes, leaving behind
her children and grandchildren to be with her husband in the next life, or
so she believed at the time.
Training:Though once a great huntress with bow and beast, a sly predator among
the shadows of the jungle, such skills were trained to that body, but only
memories of such linger in reach.
