Aster
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Name: Aster
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 23
Affiliations: Used to be Dawnguard, now vampire
Occupation: Ummm... Tailor??
Skills: Destruction, some conjuration, archery
Personality: On a first glance, Aster seems like a cold-blooded loner. But when you look a little deeper, you see many masked emotions. Sadness. Betrayal. Greif. Pain. And broken trust. But when you give her an understaning look, she hurries you out, shuts and locks the door. Why all of these conflicting emotions, you wonder? A long story. But you do know that no matter what emotion she expresses: happiness, anger, suprise... there will always be that underlying sadness and the hunger in her eyes.
Appearance: Aster has light grey brown skin. She has all black eyes, but with the feel of a golden fire lit in each one. Her black-streaked dark brown hair is cut short, with some wispy bangs around the sides. She has a fair complexion and wears black eyeshadow and eyeliner. She has high cheekbones and a long, small chin. She has black, full lips. She has two long scars running from the center of her forehead, over her left eye, and down to her chin, which she got in an encounter with the Dawnguard. She has a small build and is quite thin.
History: Aster was born in Dayspring Canyon, into the Dawnguard. Her parents had been Dawnguard, and her parent's parents, stretching back too far to count. She had wanted to rid the world of vampires from a young age. At the age of ten, her parents went missing, and were presumed dead. Aster greived for a long time, and never truly recovered. On a hunt around her nineteenth birthday, she was attacked. But who were these vampires? Her parents. She was turned, and ran in fear of the Dawnguard discovering. Though she still lives in fear, she lives a somewhat normal life in Solitude, hoping to marry one day. She had always been good at sewing, and a fairly good archer, so she could obtain fur and leather to maintain her business. She still thought the vampire was an unholy race, but she had to continue living. She had tried to eat things other than the blood of a sentient being, but found she could not carry on. She dines only when she needs to. She has practiced her magic to keep her mind from her parents and the Danguard, and has mastered some simple conjuration spells and many of destruction. She decided to fight the dragon riders because one of her kills had a flier in their armour. They seemed to have been joining, and she felt guilty. The next day, she signed up to battle.
Role Play Sample: Aster was tired of running. She may have lived a fairly normal life, but normal people didn't have to run from vampire hunters constantly. She was tired, hungry, and it was the middle of the day, the sun scorching. She pulled her hood up and her cloak tighter around her. The first chance she got, she dodged behing a boulder and ran quickly and quietly in the other direction. But now she had to feed. When she arrived back to Solitude, she opened the back door to her home and slipped quietly inside. She changed into some cleaner clothes, and she waited. As she waited, she stitched an intricate design into a black robe. It had the rarest and most beautiful colors, and reminded her somewhat of a pond glimmering in pale blue moonlight. By the time it was dark, she was half finished. But she had to stop; she needed to feed. She slipped back out into the dark of the night. Her friend, I'lia, spotted her and said a quick hello. "Hello, I'lia. Are you out to feed?" I'lia was a vampire, too, and understood the stress and pain. "No, not tonight." She replied. "I am watching my brother's daughter tonight." Aster dipped her head in acknowledgement, and they said a quick goodbye. Aster continued to search the streets, and finally picked out a lonely-looking middle aged man. She snuck up behind him, and sank her teeth into his neck. As she fed, she grew stronger, but also more emotionally drained. Why had she been cursed to kill unwillingly? Why had it been her? As she withdrew from the man, and he collapsed, she noticed a paper sticking out of his pocket. Curious, she pulle it out. I was a recruiting flier to sign up to battle the dragon riders. What if this man had been joining? She had taken a soldier from the Jarl. But... what if she joined instead? Yes. A good way to almost repay this man for the life he had given her.
Color Claim: Maroon
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 23
Affiliations: Used to be Dawnguard, now vampire
Occupation: Ummm... Tailor??
Skills: Destruction, some conjuration, archery
Personality: On a first glance, Aster seems like a cold-blooded loner. But when you look a little deeper, you see many masked emotions. Sadness. Betrayal. Greif. Pain. And broken trust. But when you give her an understaning look, she hurries you out, shuts and locks the door. Why all of these conflicting emotions, you wonder? A long story. But you do know that no matter what emotion she expresses: happiness, anger, suprise... there will always be that underlying sadness and the hunger in her eyes.
Appearance: Aster has light grey brown skin. She has all black eyes, but with the feel of a golden fire lit in each one. Her black-streaked dark brown hair is cut short, with some wispy bangs around the sides. She has a fair complexion and wears black eyeshadow and eyeliner. She has high cheekbones and a long, small chin. She has black, full lips. She has two long scars running from the center of her forehead, over her left eye, and down to her chin, which she got in an encounter with the Dawnguard. She has a small build and is quite thin.
History: Aster was born in Dayspring Canyon, into the Dawnguard. Her parents had been Dawnguard, and her parent's parents, stretching back too far to count. She had wanted to rid the world of vampires from a young age. At the age of ten, her parents went missing, and were presumed dead. Aster greived for a long time, and never truly recovered. On a hunt around her nineteenth birthday, she was attacked. But who were these vampires? Her parents. She was turned, and ran in fear of the Dawnguard discovering. Though she still lives in fear, she lives a somewhat normal life in Solitude, hoping to marry one day. She had always been good at sewing, and a fairly good archer, so she could obtain fur and leather to maintain her business. She still thought the vampire was an unholy race, but she had to continue living. She had tried to eat things other than the blood of a sentient being, but found she could not carry on. She dines only when she needs to. She has practiced her magic to keep her mind from her parents and the Danguard, and has mastered some simple conjuration spells and many of destruction. She decided to fight the dragon riders because one of her kills had a flier in their armour. They seemed to have been joining, and she felt guilty. The next day, she signed up to battle.
Role Play Sample: Aster was tired of running. She may have lived a fairly normal life, but normal people didn't have to run from vampire hunters constantly. She was tired, hungry, and it was the middle of the day, the sun scorching. She pulled her hood up and her cloak tighter around her. The first chance she got, she dodged behing a boulder and ran quickly and quietly in the other direction. But now she had to feed. When she arrived back to Solitude, she opened the back door to her home and slipped quietly inside. She changed into some cleaner clothes, and she waited. As she waited, she stitched an intricate design into a black robe. It had the rarest and most beautiful colors, and reminded her somewhat of a pond glimmering in pale blue moonlight. By the time it was dark, she was half finished. But she had to stop; she needed to feed. She slipped back out into the dark of the night. Her friend, I'lia, spotted her and said a quick hello. "Hello, I'lia. Are you out to feed?" I'lia was a vampire, too, and understood the stress and pain. "No, not tonight." She replied. "I am watching my brother's daughter tonight." Aster dipped her head in acknowledgement, and they said a quick goodbye. Aster continued to search the streets, and finally picked out a lonely-looking middle aged man. She snuck up behind him, and sank her teeth into his neck. As she fed, she grew stronger, but also more emotionally drained. Why had she been cursed to kill unwillingly? Why had it been her? As she withdrew from the man, and he collapsed, she noticed a paper sticking out of his pocket. Curious, she pulle it out. I was a recruiting flier to sign up to battle the dragon riders. What if this man had been joining? She had taken a soldier from the Jarl. But... what if she joined instead? Yes. A good way to almost repay this man for the life he had given her.
Color Claim: Maroon
