Erel Wiirabaste
| Erel Wiira'baste | |||||||
| Female Svartalfar | |||||||
| Player: Punky_the_Goat | |||||||
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| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Erel Wiira'baste | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | Star Seer | |||||||||
| Age: | 127 | |||||||||
| Deity: | Eilistraee | |||||||||
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| Occupation: | Gilder, astronomer, dancer, archer. | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | Who knows? | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Svartalfheim | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | About 5 feet, give or take an inch. | |||||||||
| Weight: | Don't ask this. Or do, and see what happens. | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Very light grey, almost silver. | |||||||||
| Hair: | Snow white (Typical Drow) | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Inky black | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Lithe, curvy for an elf. | |||||||||
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Appearance
At first glance, typical Drow. Pale white tresses, straight, about shoulder length. The same smooth, ageless skin of most elvenkind. Silvery-grey eyes. Not all that piercing or deep, just eyes. About five feet tall, likes to keep herself clothed from neck to toes most days. So that's what most people see! She carries around a bow and arrows along with her pack.
However, there are hints of tattoos on her arms that are likely visible most of the time. Svartalfar are said to keep tattoos on their entire body, showing off their entire life story. However, few travellers have ever been allowed into their lands to see them, where they are comfortable showing them off.
(Adding more periodically.)
The pattern across most of Erel's body is continuous in some form or other. Most of the patterns are in silvery ink, almost as if they were gilded onto her skin.
[Back]
Starting at her hips, the roots of a large tree are formed with continuous, sinuous lines that cross over her dark skin. Much in Ysgardian fashion, the pattern has no beginning, nor end. It moves upwards along her spine, cresting over the bottom three ribs. Underneath the branches are two figures. Each is silhouetted in silver, pointed Drow ears and all. One is dancing, spinning, her skirt flaring outwards with a few simple lines. The other has a hand on the tree, the other is pointing upwards, among the branches at the center.
What he is really pointing at, is the large moon high on her back. A disc of silver, carefully shaded with the dark hue of her own skin sits just under the C-7 vertebrae in her neck. (That's the one that sticks out the most.) The moon isn't the important part of the back piece, nor the most painstakingly drawn out. It's the space around it.
All across her shoulder blades and over the top part of her back above the tree is a field of stars. Anyone that's visited Ysgard and watched the night sky might notice that it's a map of the stars, with north being towards her skull. The detail must have taken years to collect and properly space every little star. What's odd is not that the stars are mostly in their right spaces, it's the gaps between them. The stars themselves are dots of silver, blue, purple, and white across her body. But in radiating, curving rays, there is nothing. Pure black reigns among the rays of the moon as they cross to her shoulders, down onto the arms, and over to her chest.
[Chest]
The top of her chest is dotted with those stars and the void between them from over her shoulders. The markings swirl over either side of her chest, the voids making tribal patterns across the flesh. Down lower, the tattoos get a little more complex.
Between her breasts lays a sword, the point facing up towards her neck. It's held by a graceful, dancing figure. It's another Drow, but she is far larger and more beautiful than the ones adorning Erel's back. She's completely naked, covered only by silvery locks of her hair, which are spun around her to cover bust and nethers. The drowess has her eyes closed, her body writhed mid-step through her own dancing step. Her lower foot rests right on top of Erel's navel. Anyone who knows the lore of religion would likely recognize Eilistraee with ease.
If one were to impose the two halves of her chest against one another, the pattern would be clear- on one side, there is Eilistraee in the heavens, her sword raised as she dances in the moonlight. On the other, the earth, where her kind look up towards her in awe and reverence.
[Arms]
The 'rays' of the moon move over the ball of muscle at either shoulder. They swirl and the stars around them grow tighter, losing the ultra-precise pattern of her back. They become a ring of silver on either bicep at the mid-point before another pattern takes over for either arm.
Along the right arm is a twisting pattern where vines come out of that circle at the bicep. Each one is intricate, with thorns and small flowers embedded along the lengths. They're silver, the flowers and the outline of the thorns are purple. These all stop at her wrist, there there is a metal shackle locked. Closer inspection would show stars marked between those vines, partially continuing the pattern from her shoulders.
The left arm would be completely different. Zigzagging lines of silver cross her dark flesh, marking something very few others might be able to recognize. In twin lines, crossing one another, they are the steps to a very intricate dance for two. They start out rough-edged, with burrs and sharp turns. As they get closer to her wrists, they smooth out. The curves and twists almost look delicate. The steps move down over the top of the forearm, up either side, and then down the underside. It terminates at her wrist, the lines growing thick again to meet in a nearly perfect sphere.
Personality
This remains to be seen. Most Svartalfar are rather aloof with any who are not their own kind. They are not cruel towards outsiders, merely dismissive of them.
Accomplishments
None, yet, not in Sigil.
Known goals
Rather grandiose plans to find the pattern of all things. Not just time, or the universe, but everything.
Possible Plot-Hook Ideas
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Background
Erel does not have the most distinguished of pasts. No mighty deeds, great items, nor stories to her name. Nor is there any great tragedy that has left her scarred, any dangerous reason for being chased out of her home. It is no question that she has left for a reason, but that reason wouldn't make sense to some. She believes that she has seen the pattern of things, the way the world must be. Every great artisan believes that they know how things should be portrayed. Erel is far from skilled or known to anyone but her own mind.
She has left to find words, a pattern, something to explain why and how she thinks everything fits together. Erel has not found it yet. She has tried gilding, drawing, dancing. Nothing has given her the peace of knowing the system. Either her nature has not allowed it, or she just hasn't done what needs to be. She likes to think of it as the latter. It has tormented her for a good many years, the nagging notion of an orderly way to understand the entire concept of existence- the idea has been maddening to follow, to seek but never find.
In recent years, the young Svartalfar has taken up stargazing. If not in the heavens, then where, where would there ever be something she could see? She has searched the skies for several long years. Names were created for the constellations, several patterns were drawn of their points. But none of it ever fit. The idea hit the girl one day, that her sky was not the only one. Travelers to Svartalfarheim have told of the places they come from, the different lands they have been to, locales where they had planned on going to.
And so Erel has set out, to visit other places. To chart their skies, to make constellations of their stars. Perhaps to put together the pattern that has been bothering her for so long.