Post by Avaris Mavallet on Dec 20, 2011 5:18:27 GMT -5
Avaris Alliana’hran Malvallet
Name: Avaris Alliana’hran Malvallet
Nickname: Avaris, Av, Alliana
Age:26
Race: Half Breed, Naiad/Human
World: Narnia
Alliance: Aslan
Celebrity Claim: Katie McGrath
Looks:
Standing only 5’3, (Yes, the Naiad blood makes her short) Avaris is a strong hard woman. She weighs 120 and is all muscle. Her stunning blue eyes are full of mystery, madness and secrets. Often tussled and tied, her dark brown, almost black hair comes down to her shoulders and occasionally reflects a bluish tint under the right circumstances. . Her skin is outlandishly pale and fine like porcelain. She has 3 blue dots behind her left ear. She’s not quite sure how they got there. From a distance, she almost looks as if she could break, but upon closer inspection could easily break you.
Personality: Avaris is mysterious and she tries to stay that way. She’s a bit of a talker, but it takes genuine trust to get into her core. That’s not saying she doesn’t have one. Avaris is incredibly warm and very much of a giver. Her heart is fully Narnian and she gives as much as she possibly can. Traits she must have inherited from her mother. She pours herself into those closest to her…if…she really had anyone close to her. She's never fully been tied down, so she isn’t quite sure how it all should work. As far as relationships go, she’s never actually had one. She’s never lingered long enough to really settle down and make any sort of connection. That isn’t going as far to say that she can’t, she simply hasn’t.
She’s also one tough cookie and will not stand to be walked over or disrespected. She has put many a man into his place and has no problem doing it again. A hard fighter, Avaris is relentless and refuses to back off or down, even when it means the worst. She will fully put her life on the line for others, simply because she feels that she needs to. She fights for what she believes in and will give nothing more than her all. Through all her numerous travels, she’s quite the animated storyteller and great with children when she encounters them. She can be shy at times, but rarely. Usually, she’s over enthusiastic and very….open. She has a pure heart and has never once felt the pang of love, nor loss.
Family: ] RaGareth, Father, Silver and blacksmith, Living the last time she saw him. Archenlander.
Allianarhan, Mother, Unknown. Naiad.
History: A stern, but very foolish man from Archenland was…so to say, not where he should have been in the wee hours of the morning. Tripping over himself through the tangle of the forest at night, he stumbled upon a very beautiful and elusive woman, singing with the most velvet of voices by a moonlit spring. He approached her, and fell stupidly head over heels in love at first sight. She was a Naiad, and not the type of woman, or creature for such a foolish young man. Rather than hibernate, she had rebelled and gone her own way. She had found her won stream and decided to take up residence there to watch the humans, which facinated her.
He made a stupid decision and woke up with nothing more than his name, curled up by the stream the next morning. He remembered little of what had happened the night before. Nine months later, he suddenly remembered and was bound to his actions with a crying baby girl at his doorstep.
Avaris and her father grew with a mild relationship. They were not the closest, but they still had each other in the world, if nothing more. As she grew older, he couldn’t help but see the magic in her blood. The way her hair tussled in the wind, the way water fascinated her, the way her eyes seemed to hold his soul. She was her mother’s child, and human only because of him. He respected her and she respected him, but he never once spoke of her mother, no matter how much she asked to know. He couldn’t remember, and yet would never forget. She didn’t exactly have the greatest of education and at times still has trouble with reading and reading and understanding maps. Her weaponry skills mainly came from fate. Because her father was a silversmith as well as a blacksmith, she learned the way of the blade at an early age and before long was a force to be reckoned with.
By the time she was 18, she had made up her mind to leave the mundane and try to live for something more. Naturally, he disagreed and fought her decision, but she was set on adventure no matter what he said. In the secrecy of the night, she took his horse, stole a bit of armour from his shop and was off before the break of dawn. She had no idea where she would go or what she would do when she got there. She traveled wherever the wind, or in her case, water took her, learning new things, seeking out new adventures and purely becoming herself. She broke away from her Archenland roots and followed the closest road off and away. She's had one too many narrow escapes with Jadis and credits her safety to the trees. She lives in constant fear of her; always watching her back. As for the Telemarines, she isn't too concerned. She knows Jadis is the real problem, and the Telemarines simply do her bidding. She will fight with Caspian and Aslan to the bitter end no matter what.
She has a bit of a problem staying in one place and is trying to find out just where she belongs in the world.
Your Name/Nickname: Avaris
Roleplaying Experience: 9 ish years
Sample Roleplay: Mariyana rested an elbow on the rough frame of the small fence, holding her father’s horse and constant companion, and gave a hapless sigh. “Now then…what are we..presumably..you..going to do today?” The grey stallion snorted and buried his face into the loose bits of hay in his trough and began to chew. With a small chuckle, she tickled his ear and turned to brace her back against the wood.
It was like this day, after day. Nothing but the constant routine of making her father and younger brother breakfast, daily tasks as a servant only to come home to more cooking and cleaning. She would do anything for an escape, an adventure a simple change from the ordinary, but fate had yet to call her into such. She sucked het bottom lip and stared up at the ceiling where a few sparrows had nested. There was some envy in her golden green eyes, watching them flutter and chirp. They could fly and soar anywhere they pleased. She was confined, and locked into this life, until she got married, then would be expected to bear children and live the exact same life she had been living. That and the fact, she would probably wouldn’t get the chance at love.
She heaved a deep sigh and turned back to force the great horse, resting her forearms and set her chin upon her clasped hands. “Perhaps…perhaps I will take you out and groom you today? The fresh air might do us both some good.” She smiled faintly, rubbing his velvet nose as he reached up for her affections. “An excellent excuse.” She whispered with a soft smile and reached for his halter. The horse gave another snort and tossed his head a bit before finally calling defeat and lending his head. Mar slipped the leather halter around his head and slipped the lead through. She pulled tight and led the out into the open, grabbing a bristled brush for his mane and soft brush for his dappled fur.
Under the bright sunny afternoon, she began grooming the large stallion, her father had no gallantly named Gavin. He would have been a warhorse, if he was ever put out into war. He was a fine horse, and looked epic enough to live in the noble stables, but alas he belonged to a simple man and his two just as simple children. Mariyana parted his flock away from his eyes and began humming lightly to herself, no doubt daydreaming again.
