Description
Name: Lumiere Lacopt
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Elf (Moon)
Eye Color: Dark Silver
Hair Color/Length: White-Silver, straight, fine
Body type: Lean, yet soft.
Height: 5'7''
Distinguishing features: Runic tattoo at the base of her neck.
Personality
Lumi, by her very nature (and because of certain physical and psychological limitations) is a quiet, thoughtful person. She takes her time analyzing situations from every angle, balancing pros and cons, and making well-balanced, rational decisions. Because she is unable to speak aloud, she had to think carefully about the things she 'says' with her hands, and when she does speak, it comes from her heart, and people are often more inclined to listen because she doesn't say too much to begin with.
She is afraid of her mother, who is the current ruling Queen of Lumi's home realm. The woman in question was emotionally abusive during Lumi's childhood, causing her to turn mute at a very young age. Lumi was manipulated by her mother, training to fight with blades rather than being allowed to advance in her magic studies. As a result, Lumi is a calculated, talented fighter, especially when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. She follows orders well, but sometimes has issues when her personal morals and beliefs conflict with the tasks she has been assigned.
As she grew in power and maturity, she obtained a dragon form that she can change into at will.
More often than not, however, she will overcome her own personal convictions and carry out her duties.
Equipment
Lumierre carries two blades, one on each hip. The thin chain that connects to two can be charged with magical energy, making it unbreakable and potentially lethal to touch. She wraps the chain around her waist to avoid tripping over the excess. In addition to the knives, Lumi is able to use magic, but her power waxes and wanes with the phases of the moon. She is most powerful at night, regardless of the moon's phase. Though she has not spoken a word since she was a child, she uses sign language to communicate, a silver mist lingering around her hands and drawing pictures as she signs.

She also carries with her a tall, white staff carved by her own father. The length of the staff is laced in white-gold, the top of the staff set with an intricate orb that better absorbs and channels the energy she absorbs during the moon phases. It provides her with an extra supply of energy when the moon is nonexistent, or very very thin. An egret's flight feathers are attacked to white-gold chains that dangle from the orb at the top. In order to absorb the moon's energy, Lumi performs a one-man ceremony when she is out beneath a full moon. She dances, swinging the staff in high arches so that the energy can be efficiently and quickly absorbed.
History
Lumierre looked up into her mother’s eyes, barely able to stretch higher than the belt buckle on her mother’s slender waist, even on tiptoes. The beautiful woman bent down to cup her daughter’s chin in her hand, a smile on her thin lips as her silver hair formed a curtain around their faces.
“My child, you must never speak. Do you understand me? Never at all. Your voice is much too lovely. You will never be liked for who you truly are, so you must never speak. You wish to be honest, yes?”
The girl nodded, her young, dark eyes wide as she gazed into her mother’s face.
“I. . .” But her mother rudely slapped her across the cheek before the words could come out. Tears sprang to her eyes, slipping down the hot skin and off of her chin.
“What did I say, Lumi?” her mother demanded. The girl looked up at her in puzzlement, then down at her hands. Slowly, she formed the words she wanted to speak by forming the signs with her hands. A mist trailed from her fingertips, like smoke off of a fire.
“You speak this way from now on. No man shall ever hear your voice. Not ever.”
Born August 21, the princess Lumierre Lacopt became the first and only child of Driselda Lacopt and her deceased husband, King Faryn Lacopt of the Lunar Elf tribe. The child was doted upon from birth, raised in the traditional fashion that was to be expected of royalty. She was showered with finery, given maid servants as she grew older, and nannied until she was old enough to attend scholarly lessons. Her primary activities consisted of playing with other children of royal descent, reading ancient spell books that were given as gifts from her tutors, and practicing her innate magical capabilities.
As time passed, and the child grew to adolescence, it became apparent that the princess was far more talented than anyone could expect. Thoughts could produce action without her having to lift a finger, and the spells she uttered, even the more minor spells, proved to be far more powerful when she spoke them then when any other mage spoke the same spell. Her mother, Driselda, grew jealous of her only daughter, fearing that her power would lead her to attempt a takeover of the throne.
So the psychological abuse and manipulation began. Driselda slowly, steadily worked her way into the mind of her gentle daughter, feeding her lies about herself, promising that if she spoke aloud she would bring pain to those who heard her. It drove the child to a near-permanent refusal to speak to anyone with words. She adopted signing as her primary method of communication, and carried that later on into her young adulthood.
Her mother insisted that she begin training to be a soldier, so she sent Lumierre away to train with Aiden Sentilion, a half-breed who had been shamed by the clan for his origins. There she learned to fight, to use her magical capabilities without words, and steadily grew in power and maturity. When political unrest began to rear its ugly head, Aiden suggested that Lumi go away to learn more about the outside world, unwilling to tell her that her own mother was plotting her untimely demise.
So Lumi went, and found a friend in Drakus Flavaar, beginning an adventure unlike anything she’d ever thought she would experience.
Yet her mother will always hunt her.
So begins...
Lumierre Lacopt Difficult to say what was on the quiet elf's mind as she made her nondescript entrance into the busy Gambits bar. She had cast off her billowy attire, instead dressing herself in a less noticeable pair of jeans and white blouse. She wore no shoes, and had a cloak thrown about her shoulders. Her staff was not with her, and she wore no weapons. The only way anyone could really tell that she was an elf was from her carefully hidden ears.
Lumierre Lacopt looked up in surprise at Melody, a gentle smile gracing her pale features. She nodded, her cheeks colouring with embarrassment. The girl could not speak aloud, she hadn't been able to since childhood. Shrugging her shoulders delicately, she gazed at Melody and continued to smile amicably.
Lumierre Lacopt shook her head, surprised that the girl had picked up so quickly on her impediment. She lifted her hands, wiggling her fingers and smiling. 'Sign language' she mouthed, raising a brow questioningly.
Lumierre Lacopt
smiled, her gray eyes glittering with pleasure as she eagerly began to move her hands in the graceful motions of Sign. It is wonderful that there are others who know how to converse with me. Conversation is so difficult when I try. I hardly get anyone to understand. Can you sing? Often I wish that I could...
Mist floated from her fingertips, an excess of her magic that formed runes that would be easier to read by those who couldn't understand her sign.
Lumierre Lacopt
blushed. A long time.
she signed. Too long. Why are you in this place?
She took the girl's elbow, leading her over to a table so they could sit and 'talk'.
Lumierre Lacopt
shook her head. I don't need incantations to induce magic.
She signed. Thought, I'd imagine my spells would be far more powerful if I did speak. Do you use oral incantations? Sometimes I see elves dance instead...
Lumierre Lacopt
's eyes widened. The moon!
She signed, her movement a bit more exaggerated. My power waxes and wanes with the moon phases!
She smiled, wonderfully excited about meeting an elf who's origins were so similar to her own.
Lumierre Lacopt
leaned forward in interest, gently touching the edge of the astrolabe as her smile refused to fade from her lips. She nodded at Melody to show that she understood, her gray eyes glittering with mirth. It does.
She signed. I'm very aware of its position even when I cant' see it in the sky.
Lumierre Lacopt 's brow furrowed. She shrugged delicately, her eyes on the astrolabe. It was an uncomfortable topic.
Lumierre Lacopt stepped into the bar lightly, turning and closing the door behind her before resting her back against the hard surface. Clad in jeans and a white blouse, the elegant young elf could have easily blended in as someone 'normal'. But her distinct, silver hair and gray eyes, not to mention the delicate point of her ears, pointed her out as one who sufficiently belonged to the 'out of the ordinary' category. The mute looked around a moment before walking to a table, seating herself and withdrawing a piece of parchment from her cloak. She set it on the surface, beginning to sketch and indistinct picture.
Lumierre Lacopt The mute elf was in a rather airy mood this evening. She entered into the bar in a slight daze, apparently lost in thought as she gracefully drifted over to the nearest table, regardless of whether or not it was occupied. She appeared normal, in jeans and a loose-fitting white blouse, but as she reached up to tuck a loose strand of silver hair back behind her ear, by the delicate point of her ear it was apparent that she wasn't normal.
Lumierre Lacopt removed a piece of singed parchment from her jeans pocket, unfolding it and observing the contents with mild frustration. Her lips were curved in a slight frown, brow furrowed as she considered the runes inscribed on the aged paper. She spread the paper out on the table, playing with a dog-eared corner before pulling a seat over with her foot.
Lumierre Lacopt gasped in surprise, shying away from the touch that had violently intruded upon her personal space. She turned, her silver hair whipping around her shoulders as she leveled a glare at Nicholas Charlton. Her supple lips pursed in mild disgust as she gestured to her mouth. The girl couldn't speak.
Lumierre Lacopt
hastily reached for her piece of parchment, folding it and replacing it in her pants pocket. Her ears pricked when a familiar voice stirred her memory. She turned, spying Drakus and smiling wide. She practically glided over to him, slipping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek chastly in greeting. Hello!
she signed enthusiastically.
Lumierre Lacopt
beamed with pleasure, her face glowing with it. Wonderfully. I see you have not forgotten our lessons?
She raised a brow, turning her head to the side to give him a teasing, skeptical look.
Lumierre Lacopt bit her lip, mentally scrambling for a secondary option of communication. Her eyes lit up with realization as she held up a hand for him to wait, reaching into her pocket to pull out the piece of parchment. Gesturing for him to follow her to the table, she laid it out for him and pressed her finger to the page, silver script curling onto the paper as if she had been writing it. "Wonderfully" was what was spelled out.
Lumierre Lacopt thought about it for a moment, shrugging delicately before grabbing up the parchment and standing at his side. She gestured to him that she would follow his lead, smiling in encouragement.
Lumierre Lacopt blushing, she shrugged again. She had never consumed enough alcohol in order to have chosen a favorite. Still, her eyes roved curiously over the assorted bottles ranging in all colors and variously shaped containers. She could read the labels well enough, but that hardly had anything to do with the contents. After all, what did 'Star Fire' have to do with a drink?
Lumierre Lacopt glanced from his hands to his face, smiling a bit shyly as she turned her attention to the drink he had poured. The amber liquid smelled strongly, but it was not unpleasant. She dipped the tip of her finger into the liquid and stuck it in her mouth, an amusing contemplative expression forming on her delicate features. It tasted earthy, but heady. If desire had a flavor, then this would certainly be it. Pulling the cup towards herself, she nodded at Drakus to continue.