Duili, The Elven Archer
Dec 1, 2015 1:24:19 GMT
Post by kalcibone on Dec 1, 2015 1:24:19 GMT
Race: Elf
Age: 142
Height: 4' 9''
Weight: 102 lbs.
Physique: Thin runner's build.
Hair: Simple red
Eyes: green
Profession: Archer/ ranged Support/ military
Personality
Firm, uncaring, Greedy. This elf does nothing for free for others unless she feels she owes a debt. All species are under her and she does not care if they die as long as she survives.
History
Duili is like many elves, High & mighty, demanding, firm about anything, and most of all.. Racist. She like every elf feels she is better then all others, anything in her way was only a stepping stone to greatness. As long as she survives, she does not care what she does or who she does it too, however she can be bought when the price is right. As she grew, she was instantly taught how to use the bow, how to fire, how to hit harder, where to fire, even things such as what kills quicker. She grew to a young woman and chose to take her talents and teachings into the very military her family was famous for joining in the elvish armies.
Of course, she only got so far before the wretched plague of mutents and zombies ripped them apart with time over the years. She left, finding her survival more important then the higher up military's fear of not having enough bodies in front of them. She wandered to hone her skills, to survive where no one else can.
In her travels on the blasted isle she learned to scour for food, useful objects, and anythign else she can possibly hope to.. One can hope she gets stronger, she needs all the help she can get...
Age: 142
Height: 4' 9''
Weight: 102 lbs.
Physique: Thin runner's build.
Hair: Simple red
Eyes: green
Profession: Archer/ ranged Support/ military
Personality
Firm, uncaring, Greedy. This elf does nothing for free for others unless she feels she owes a debt. All species are under her and she does not care if they die as long as she survives.
History
Duili is like many elves, High & mighty, demanding, firm about anything, and most of all.. Racist. She like every elf feels she is better then all others, anything in her way was only a stepping stone to greatness. As long as she survives, she does not care what she does or who she does it too, however she can be bought when the price is right. As she grew, she was instantly taught how to use the bow, how to fire, how to hit harder, where to fire, even things such as what kills quicker. She grew to a young woman and chose to take her talents and teachings into the very military her family was famous for joining in the elvish armies.
Of course, she only got so far before the wretched plague of mutents and zombies ripped them apart with time over the years. She left, finding her survival more important then the higher up military's fear of not having enough bodies in front of them. She wandered to hone her skills, to survive where no one else can.
In her travels on the blasted isle she learned to scour for food, useful objects, and anythign else she can possibly hope to.. One can hope she gets stronger, she needs all the help she can get...
