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Ballad

Long legged, gorgeous and dangerous

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Echoback

Description

ImageName: Ballad Gliriel Taleme
Gender: Female
Race/Species: Elf
Nationality: Elvish
Age: 79
Status: Noble.
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair color: Red
Eye color Blue
Love Interest: Runic

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Material value: N/A
Emotional Value: A ruby pendant given to her by Runic, a diamond ring that used to belong to her father and his father, the music box that plays a nameless lullaby.

Personality: She is a determined and strong individual for her status. She can be very emotional over something going wrong and is often quick to change attitudes, but mostly in the interest of others or to make a quick change of subject. She has her moments where she is rather quiet or she can be quite oblivious to her surroundings. She is a generally loving female, though she sometimes takes the 'tough love' approach.

Likes: sunshine, romance and fun
Dislikes: Mirrors, death and being depressed.

History:

Born to Lady Gaelia Rowan Renwick and Lord Drayarien Sligos Taleme, son of the High Elder Lady Gwenavere Ilena Taleme, Ballad was born into high privilege, or so it goes. Most people underestimate the quality of life as a noble child. Ballad never had any friends as she grew up because she was always subject to strict behavior patterns, various studies that occupied nearly all of her time, and never being allowed to go outside for so called 'safety reasons'. She was always told stories about one of the help boys named Runic. He was the only black haired elven around the part of the forest kingdom she lived in. The grounds she lived on were massive, she lived in the main manor while the stable boys tended to the horses that belonged to her father and his small army of men. They were only about 20 strong. It could certainly be a hectic household at times, but that was their culture. There were small cottages for some of the men who had families, but the others lived in the north wing of the house, known as the soldier's wing. A couple of the stable boys were then traded off to become Knight's apprentices and even some of the noble boys from the neighboring lands.

When the boys had finished their work, they would sneak into the kitchen of the main house to get Ballad's father's barley wine. According to most, he made the best in the grand forest their race lived in. Ballad was often woken up by them and learned how to be sneaky so that she could watch them. She always found it fascinating to watch them, Runic was often the oldest in the group, the shrewd younger boys talking him into helping him get to the collection. As time went on, Ballad tried to see more and more of Runic as she got older and as he progressed through his knight's training. In her opinion, he was often the best of the group. Ballad was always close with him, just as she was her father and her mother.

It would come upon the day where her mother insisted that she choose a guardian since she was now allowed outside of the house. Without a second thought, she replied that she wanted her knight to be Runic. That was one of the things that started their deeper bond. She hadn't known until after she had chosen him to be her knight that he had a rather bad crush on her. She adored him for that but because he was a knight and she was of nobility, many a person disapproved. A couple of years later, her parents had issued the idea that she was to marry Fenrir Strongbow, the son of a noble from a neighboring land. She immediately disapproved as she wanted nothing to do with a brainless brute.

Eventually, her mother caved into her request to not marry Fenrir and instead bound her with the knight she was ever so in love with, the black haired border land elf, Runic. Her father was appalled, but not only for that reason but because Ballad also told both of her parents she had been visited by the dead. She had shared her grandmother's gift to see the spirits of the departed. However, it didn't go quite as planned. Many of the nameless souls that lived in the forest began assaulting her and it forged a split personality. Her other self manifested strongly by protecting Ballad when Runic couldn't, showing herself by having orange eyes instead of blue.

About a year into her psychic manifestation, her mother died of unknown causes. The funeral was held on a rather rainy day and to the people of the estate it became known as the 'music box funeral' due to her mother being buried along with her infamous little Music box. Shortly after her mother was buried, Ballad was also given a music box of stained and lacquered cherry wood. Two days later, her father banished her and Runic from the land. His reason was her desire to marry a man of common decent, but the true reason was her father's dislike in psychic forces. Had he been capable of denouncing his mother, she was positive he would've.

Now she and Runic wander about, Ballad still carrying her ties to the family fortune, and they go where the winds take them. Runic has always been her faithful guardian, companion and love.

So begins...

Ballad's Story

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Ballad wandered her way into the pub known as Gambit's. Her long red hair trailing down her back and lying on the train of her black and white dress. Her blue eyes looked over the crowd inside the bar. The Elven female knitted her hands together, popping the knuckles of her cold digits. She bit her lower lip slightly, then with slow, graceful and quiet steps, she slipped her way inside. Ballad stepped through the groups, eventually making her way over to a booth near the bar counter where she could watch everyone.

Ballad was silent and mysterious. She gave a soft sigh, closing her eyes half way. Something had to be worth eating here, right? She wasn't quite sure she wanted something to drink yet. "Such a different place," she whispered to herself as she grabbed the menu from the table and practically tried to hide behind it.

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Ballad yelped from the sudden hello. She peered over her menu at the person speaking to her. Or..whatever it was. It was a creature of unknown origin. She coughed into her hand and looked around, making sure she was the one being spoken to. "Hello..?" she began. She pulled her thick tresses of red hair over her right shoulder to keep it from dragging on the ground and to keep her from sitting on it. "Can I... help you?" she asked with a few blinks. She was not sure why someone would just randomly start talking to her.

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Ballad squinted slightly, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. "What... are you?" she asked, holding onto the large menu with both hands as she continued to peer over it. She chewed on her lower lip still, slight movements from her head causing the tips of her sharp ears to show. She licked her lips for a moment, taking a quick look at the others. She winced slightly at the idea of the fight that was probably going to ensue.

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Ballad blinked again. She could tell that, but he was just so.. odd. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to think about how stupid his explanation was. She face palmed slightly and continued to hide somewhat behind her menu. This was a ridiculous place. What was next? A necromancing bunny rabbit? Or even better, a nice vampire. She groaned heavily and then looked towards the Bar. "Glass of Port please," she requested in a light voice.

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Ballad frowned. "I do not recall asking if you wanted to sit," she said to the anthro-thing. She looked up at the male, a vampire mage from what she could tell, "No, I am not enjoying myself," she said, glaring at the rude thing. She folded up her menu and stood up, her long hair falling back over behind her shoulders. Ballad huffed slightly and moved to a different booth, crossing her arms and staring out the window. Well this wasn't a good start. A rude monster first off, but that was somewhat expected, the Vampiric man was a little better, he bothered to ask about her state of being. She was far from happy right now.

She waited impatiently for her glass of port. The heavy wine would do her some good, her hand coming up to brush all of her hair over one shoulder again, the white train of her dress coming out from under the table.

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Ballad blinked at the glass in front of her. That had certainly helped his cause. "Well... since you did just get my drink I do suppose I owe you a moment of my time... You're not a rude... creature," she said a mild tilt from her head as she looked away and into the reflection on her glass. The reflection bore yellow eyes instead of blue, but she didn't act like she noticed. "Please, go ahead and take a seat," she offered to the vampiric.

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Ballad arched her slender red brow. "I don't quite know what you mean by being 'down', but I am a little new to this world... this... place has many strange creatures and many very rude ones," she stated, turning her glass around three times before picking it up and taking a sip from the sweet drink. "It is very disheartening to be in such a place where manners are very lax," she stated. She twitched slightly at the beast's comment. "You are not being spoken to!" she snapped, clenching her fist tightly in her annoyance.

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Ballad rubbed her forehead gently. "If it gets better, I doubt it'll be better by much," she stated. She gave a few glances around before she returned to drinking her wine. "..My name is Ballad," she introduced herself. She sighed heavily. "Leave," she demanded to the beast.

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Ballad quickly strode her way into the bar, her hands coming up to her face to wipe away tears of anger. She had just felt the paralyzing sting of betrayal and it was hard for her to get over it. She probably wasn't going to get over it any time soon. The elvish woman sniffed slightly, brushing away strands of her red hair that cascaded down her back and trailed behind her onto the long white train of her dress. It was a bitter feeling and it just wouldn't let her stop her crying. It was probably more painful to her than being stabbed in the chest with a Claymore.

The noble lady eventually made her way to a booth where she sat herself down. The train of Ballad's dress flowed out from under the table, the same with her long locks of red hair that sometimes hid her blue eyes. She held her hand over her eyes and leaned down onto the table, her body heaving once or twice in her sobs. It wasn't really like her to blatantly show such a vulgar emotion, though if she had the choice, she's slay her betrayer. Ballad closed her eyes tightly in an attempt to stop the flow of tears. She wiped her eyes once more with her fingers and rubbed her nose. She needed to stop thinking about this thing before it turned her into a hollow husk. "Bartender, please get me some strong drink," she asked. She sighed heavily, "I must drink my problem away," she muttered.

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Ballad would eventually pull herself back together after several moments of silence. She was met by a server with her drink, a strong drink of no distinct name. It smelled like it had just about every alcohol known in it. She didn't particularly care, she took as swig and was caught off guard by the burning sensation. She coughed a few times before she finally allowed herself a look around the room. She spotted an elven looking male bolt for the door, but she questioned it not. Ballad wasn't too keen about getting in those situations. The noble woman sighed heavily and began to twirl a lock of her red hair around her finger, staring down at her reflection. With how she was sitting, her sharp ears protruded from under her locks of dark red hair. She was silent and seemed to be a little off her guard.

"Stupid... little... Never going to trust another human, that is certain," she grumbled. Ballad picked up a stir stick and swirled it around in her glass. The light of the room shown through the glass and cast a coloured shadow on the table in front of her. She really felt like she needed some company. Something of the... non-human type. Better yet, she wouldn't be happier if her company turned out to be another of her species. She rubbed her forehead and gave everything a hard look once more, a headache starting to brew.

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Ballad looked over at the druid that entered. She cared not for his remark of the 'simple man'. "Keep talking like that, and a 'simple man' is bound to kill you," she commented under her breath. She then looked at the bard in front of her. Finding him rather human, her face scrunched in disgust. "Get out of my sight," she spat. She was in no mood to deal with a human of any sort today. Especially with what had happened to her. Why did humans have to be such snakes? She make a sound that was similar to a growl as she turned away, taking a sip from her drink now that she knew it would burn on its way down to her belly.

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Ballad snorted. "Then you care not for your own life Human," she retorted. She stood up and her red hair continued to cascade behind her. She took a few steps away, her dress trailing behind her as she walked to a different table. She returned to a seat, her drink being placed down on the flat surface of the table in front of her before she crossed her arms unhappily.

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Ballad snorted again, mostly in annoyance. "Why don't you stuff it you batty cod?" she snapped, turning away from him and proceeded in her attempt to enjoy her drink, though she was feeling severely burned today.

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Ballad proceeded to walk up to the front door of gambit's, her long red hair trailing behind her on top of the white train of her dress. She had her hands neatly folded, her eyes directed downwards some and she was keeping track of where she was stepping as she walked up main street to the white double doors. At least white double doors was how she perceived the entrance. It was such an odd place that it could easily be seen as a red single door or a blue rotating door. One way or another, she made her way to the door an pushed it open just in time for the rain to start pouring from the gray sky.

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Ballad sighed softly, looking out behind her at the pouring sky. Stupid weather. She made her way through the open area of the bar, noting the rather disgusting state near the bar itself, and took her place at a booth next to one of the windows. Her dress train flowed out from under the table and her head was held in one of her delicate hands. She caught the reflection of the male walking towards her, her own reflection casting orange eyes instead of her actual blue.

"Something I can do for you?" she asked, speaking to the man through his reflection as she focused on it. Ballad didn't bother to turn. She could already tell he was a vampire, just by his overall dark demeanor. That and there was just a certain iron-y smell they all had from their meals. She didn't get the kind of message from his body as she had from the Vampiric named Rage. This one actually seemed like it wanted to do her harm. The noble woman kept her eyes on the figure, her hands loosely clenched in fists.

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Ballad turned towards the vampire. "Rune might not like this," she said to herself as she spoke of her appointed protector, her knight. The noble sighed softly and gently toyed with the ruby at the end of her choker. She thought about it for a few moments, but the Elven lady still stood up and took his offer to dance. She was aware that this could very easily be a trap. She didn't want to enrage the man though, so she took his plea to dance.

"Quite the illusion making talent you have," she complimented.

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Ballad was about to tell him her name when she heard Runic's whistling. "Runic?" she asked slightly as she turned towards where she heard the sound come from. She pulled her hand away, looking around for the male through the illusion for her knight. It would probably put a major hitch in the plans Uriel had for her.

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Ballad looked around and eventually spotted the dark haired elven man that was her knight. "Runic, there you are," she cooed. She felt rather happy now. She took several strides over to him and sat herself down across the way from the man. She gave him a light smile and brushed some of her red hair behind her pointed ears. "As always, you have a lovely singing voice," she said with soft voice and a gentle smile.

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Ballad chuckled softly, a lightly pink colour coming to her pale face. She then patted around her skirt and realized something of hers was missing. "He wasn't close enough, so I doubt it was lifted," she said to herself as she stood up and then looked around on the floor. "Blast it, I think my pocket broke. I can't find my father's ring!" she said in a bit of a frantic hurry. She wanted the diamond ring back, it meant the world to her. Every gift Runic gave her was cherished too, such as the ruby she always had hanging around her neck.

"Help me look, please?" she asked her knight, her features twisted in worry. She decided she'd retrace her steps. Oblivious to Uriel's presence in the shadows, she frantically searched her path after checking the folds of her skirt and eventually, inevitably, she picked up an umbrella and went outside to look for the thing.

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Ballad was surprised by the sudden attack, yelping loudly when Uriel grabbed her and suddenly put his dagger to her neck. "B-Ballad," the normally strong worded and willed female replied. This was just great. His surprise attack had made her drop her umbrella so they were now both standing out in the rain getting soaked.

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Ballad whimpered slightly as he ran his knife over her skin. Her fair skin would be cut easily, the thin cut from his blade having a little bit of blood come from it. She gave a look at Runic, a look that was pleading for him not to make more of a problem than their could be. She wouldn't just be a wounded dog, she was going to try to get away. She was just waiting until he no longer had the blade at her neck.

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Ballad had no choice in the matter. She moved slowly back as he guided her. She had the sudden feeling that this wasn't going to be very pleasant. "Runic," she whispered softly, looking towards the man she was being taken away from.

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Ballad closed her eyes as Runic began his assault on the vampiric behind her. Though she knew that some managed to have a way around that little problem with the sun, she ultimately hoped it worked. She was getting soaked and she was freezing cold. She felt her skin rise with goosebumps from the cold rain that was still pouring down on them.

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Ballad would be released from the Vampire's grip, his dagger cutting her shoulder as he disappeared from Runic's sunlight assault. It was deep enough it was bleeding badly. She fell over onto her knees from the sudden disappearance of the male that had been holding her hostage. Her blood would not only stain Uriel's blade, but it would make a small watered down puddle in the rain.

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Ballad let her eyes close half way as she felt Runic's hand on her shoulder. She leaned against him as he healed her wound, both of them getting soaked. "Runic," she whispered softly, the one arm that would be able to move at the moment coming up and wrapping around the black armored elvish male.