Lyrima (EQ2)

[Lyrima]

What guild are you?

Saga

Please write an introduction to your character, including name, race, gender, class, alignment, god(if any). If you tradeskill or have other talents, please include those as well.

Lyrima
woodelf
Female
Ranger
Good
Goddess name coming
Woodworker to a small degree; harvester



Do you have alternate characters (horde or alliance/freeport or qeynos) on same server?

I do, Kiaria, member of Saga

What Roleplay games have you participated in?

Asheron's Call
Horizons


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Please answer the following three questions, IN CHARACTER:

Tell us of your past.

Aight.

Fier'Dal
My parents' families are from Kelethin. They grew up in adjoinin' treehomes. EVryone that one day the young Ranger and Druid would be married. At differing times in their lives, they prolly knew it too.

Both of 'em were members of the Kelethin Guard. For generations their families had given their lives 'n their service to both Tunare 'n to Kelethin's protection. My parents did the same and expected their offspring would. Yeap.

In the Age of War, when Kelethin fell, my parents joined a band of wanderin' Fier'Dal. Was a small group of 7 families learnin' to live off the land. Everyone in the group had a job; my parents defended and protected their small guild from rovin' marauders 'n foes 'n enemies.

I always figgered to be an only child. The Age of War was over, 'n several Cataclysms had shaken the lands afore I was born to my parents. Elves ain't rushin into parentin', 'n once there, rarely have more'n  one. My parents' lives din't go as planned, but they was filled with the joys of extended family, 'n hardships over come 'n, eventually, the birth of their child, me.  Yeap!

Teir'Dal
When I was a youngin, our guild was attacked by a group of Teir'dal. They was intent on one thing only: to capture for their very own a full blood Fier'dal. Their idea was to recreate the tragedy of the making of the first Teir'dal. Knowing they would need a strong candidate, both in mind 'n body, my father represented their best option in our group. They fell onto us in the dark of night, slippin' through our defenses and snatchin' my daddy afore my mother or the other guards could stop 'em. The fierce fightin' followin' left several on both sides dead. But my daddy wasn't with 'em.

He was gone. Ripped from his bed, ripped from our hearts, my father's agonies was followin' Mother for years afore his anguished cries were fadin' away. She was haunted by his tortures. We knew he had no idea he was broadcastin' his pain, or that she, closest to him, would be clearly hearin' him.

My mother's fortitude always amazed me. Her compassion is a miracle! Or maybe was jus' her way for maintainin' her sanity. Whatever, not long after his capture, my mother started treatin' all Teir'dal with deep sympathy. Her eyes, darkened and deep from years of listenin' to another's torture, she talked of forgivin' those of the blue skin. To her mind, they all were jus' innocent products of a hateful crime committed against the Koada'Dal. Her sympathy was deepenin' for the elegant, exquisite King and Queen, the ones from long ago who were snatched, just as her husband had been, 'n whose torture 'n reanimation was the beginning of the Teir'dal. Her true, pure anger was narrowed to the maker of the Dark Elves, but not on the race.

Ayr'Dal
Always movin' on, our small guild was joined by band of humans. They was a welcome addition to our dwindlin' group. With the loss of my father and his protective and offensive magics, our extended family was slowly disappearin'. Mother taught me the use of the bow 'n dagger 'n sword, havin no idea how to use magics. She insisted that I learn to defend myself. Strange 'nuff, was the arrival of the relaxed humans that brought out the militaristic side of my mother. Graceful in all that she did, she kept the newcomers at a distance with her formal like ways 'n military language.

She was a beautiful Fier'dal, 'n clearly a single parent, was inevitable she'd be hungered. Patient lovin' brought a father to me and a husband to her. He was a good man, 'n I had liked him well 'nuff afore my mother was concedin' to marry him. Maybe there are two soul mates out there for one person. Maybe in times of war, feelins are stronger'n peaceful times. Momma 'n I hain't never discussed or compared her feelings for my human father 'n elven father. Minya was quickly conceived, surprisin' me ;n delightin' them.

The addition of the humans to our guild brought more'n personal changes to us. Our guild finally decided to stop wanderin' and founded a home, a village, 'long a swift river. There were trees aplenty, areas for gardens 'n food to be found in the wilds. Short excursions 'long the river's edge brought us to other, similar, villages. The decision to settle down was an easy one for the entire guild to be makin'.

Life became peaceful 'n routine, broken only by the continuin' Cataclysms. Because my trainin' had began so early, was natural for me to contribute to the group in the place of my mother as she became big with her Ayr'Dal baby. Even after beloved Minya was born, I continued in the guard, learnin' the ways of both human and elven military.


What hobbies and directives do you presently have?

I'ma ranger. I'm lookin' for the respect of the Queen 'n the Tunarian Alliance.

Where do you see yourself in the future?

Standin' next to my husband, Guthric, in defense of Qeynos. Oh, 'n in the Tavern, too. *wolfish grin*

[Lyrima]

UP! I changed it to sound more like Lyrima and less like Kiaria.  Someone NOTICE my work!

*grin*