Character Skeleton
Name: Adanessa
Age: 20 (Appears to be 10)
Race: Elf
Picture:
Written Appearance: Adanessa looks very odd. Not ugly, but odd. In fact, some consider her to be an exotic beauty. Feathery grey locks frame her jovial eyes while they stare into the world with a wisdom that is beyond her age. Painted onto her face, are the traditional markings of her clan, and hanging from her neck is an azure gemstone. ( I decided to omit the orange gemstones in the picture. They would be impractical. Always falling off and whatnot. I am sure you can get the idea.)
Height: 5'2
Weight: 88 lbs.
Hair Color: Snowy White
Eye Color: Grey
Body Type: Lithe; barely budding into adulthood. Her breasts have yet to develop.
Personality: With her girlish innocence and naive demeanor, Adanessa is the epitome of joy. She is extremely caring, polite, and poise. At times, she can be candid, but only when necessary. She is a very social creature, who craves interaction with other people. Human, Elf, or Nymph makes little difference to her. I don't think it would be far from the truth to say that she would become fast friends with an ogre if he were a good conversationalist.
Quirks: Adanessa has been shunned since the day she was born for her uniqueness. She was graced with a pale complexion, grey eyes, and grey hair. Her clan took this rarity, and misconstrued it as a bad omen.
Likes: Social Interaction, Flowers, Animals, Positivity, Free Thought, Intelligence, Orange, Pastries, Beautiful Scenery
Dislikes: Authority Figures, Corrupt People, Fire, Rudeness, Mosquitoes
( I have decided to write her biography as if Adanessa herself were telling you the story of her life. This is just so I can get back into the routine of writing dialogue, and so everyone may have a taste of her personality. I will change this if desired.)
Biography: "Well, my 20 years on this plane of existence have been eventful, to say the least. I suppose I should start at the beginning..."
Adanessa took a breath, as if she were preparing to plunge herself into icy water, and then began.
"My first memories are of my parents. I can't really remember their names, but I can remember their demeanor. I remember my mother's sweet voice. So sweet, it was as if it were coated in a thick layer of honey. Her warm manner, and the way she would hug you. Oh..."
She paused, and released a giggle before continuing.
"Her hugs were just wonderful. And my father? My memories of him are few, and certainly not as carefree. He was... a stern man. I do recall his firm grip as he placed my hands around my first bow, but I suppose he was never as inclined to be as intimate with me as my mother was. He never said so, but I believe he was dissatisfied because I had never been popular within the clan. However, I know that he must have loved me. At least to some measure, or he wouldn't have sacrificed himself the way he did that night."
As I gazed at the girl, her face became pallid, and her stance shifted to one of discomfort and confusion.
"It all happend too quickly, and I was still very young. My clan, and I call them that because I have no better term, banished me. Actually, it must have been declared prior to this night, because my father seemed to be very apprehensive. There was a knock on the door, and then came in a friend of my mother's. She appeared to be frantic, shouting and pointing in a single direction. However, before my young mind had time to interpret this odd happening, the woman was gone, and in her place were a dozen of my clan's warriors. The next part, I remember very lucidly. My father jumped forth, slashing with his sword at the company of soldiers rushing into my home. My mother wasted no time playing the damsel in distress. She was quick to grab her bow, and she must have killed at least two. My father was a whirlwind of blades, slicing through flesh and bone alike. The narrow entrance to my home gave my parents the advantage, but their good fortune soon ran out. A young man, bested my father, and he was gone in a matter of moments. The young soldier rushed towards my mother and I with a lust for blood like I have never seen before. But my mother was quicker, and the poor boy soon found an arrow where his eye had once been."
She said as a slight smile played across her lips.
"And we were off. My mother slid her bow over her shouders, and strapped on a quiver full of arrows. Then, she scooped me up in her arms."
By now, Adanessa had recovered from her fit of anxiety, and once again I was staring at a cheerful and carefree young woman.
"We wandered for days. Searching for something, but I can't remember exactly what. We only had one problem: food. My mother and I had both slimmed significantly since our flight from my former home, and by now her ribs protruded from her sides, and her cheeks were much more prominent upon her face. Whatever sustenance we could find, my mother insisted I eat, and I suppose that is one of the only reasons I survived those harsh days. She attempted hunting, but there no game to be found. She looked for herbs, or some other sort of edible plant, but the forest floor was covered in a thick carpet of pine needles. Occasionally, we would stumble upon a small stream and stop for a drink of water. Have you ever noticed how wonderful water tastes when your starving? Oh yes, I am getting off topic. My mother did manage to find a few fish that were about as large as my pinky. We ended up having to eat them raw because we had no fire. But eventually, my mother's neglect of her body caught up with her."
"During all those weeks, my mother had carried me on her back as she made her way towards some unknown destination. Perhaps, there was no destination, and she had just lost her mind completely, but she did, one day, collapse face first into the unforgiving ground. Using the last of her strength, she managed to roll over on her back. And she held me. Slowly, her breathing ceased... And I spent that night huddled next to a corpse, searching for a glimmer of the warmth that she once emitted, but her light had faded long ago. I think it was sometime that next morning that I finally accepted her passing. Delicately, I slid her bow and quiver off her back and removed this azure pendant from her neck."
She stopped to gesture at the gemstone that hung from her neck, the candlelight dancing on it's smooth surface.
"I arranged her body into a neat formation, and then set out to find her a boquet of wildflowers. When I returned, I carefully arranged the dandelions, irises, and celandines in her hands. I kissed her one last time, and then I left her body to rest until it was returned to the earth from which we all came."
"If only she had lasted a few more days... We both could have survived. I found a group of wandering bandits, or rather they found me. They took my mother's pendant and bow. Each a fine piece of Elven jewelry to them. And I suppose they decided to keep me around because they found me endearing. They nicknamed me Adan, which is short for Adanessa. When I first started out, I was just a source of entertainment for the bandits during their long nights in the wilderness, but they soon found out I had a knack for thievery, and as such I began to rise through the ranks until I was a respected member of the group. I spent 7 years with that group of bandits. Death, crime, and danger were constant, but it was a very exhilarating lifestyle. However, I had only stayed around for one reason."
"You see, the leader of our group was a maniacal killer and defiler of women. Wherever we went, he would lure in women by presenting them with my mother's amulet as a gift. Later that night, after he had finished having sex with the women, he would strangle or decapitate them, and then he would remove my mother's amulet in anticipation for his next victim. Well, one night I was assigned the job of sentry. So, while everyone slept, I snuck into our leader's tent, and, quiet as a mouse, I took back my rightful inheritance. And then, once again, I was off."