Hyacinth Erasmus

[Hyacinth Erasmus]

`` The Basics

Name: Hyacinth Erasmus

Age: 62

Gender: Female



`` About You

Race: Dark Elf

Class: Warrior

Appearance (No Pictures): Hyacinth has very soft, and plain features. Her light blond hair and pale skin make her look somewhat dull, but once past this one will realize she is beautiful in an odd way. Her eyes are a very silver color, with flecks of blue and are encased in a small black rim. The reason for her plainness is because she has no color to liven her up. Her hair covers her shoulder in delicate waves, and are often times set in disarray, looking messy because she doesn't always care for it.

She is still considered an infant in her race, only just over sixty years to life. She appears about fifteen in human years, but she carries herself with respect. She is five seven, with a slender, fit form. She wheres dark, earthy colors with a black cloak to hide her from unwanted eyes. She usually keeps her hood up, knowing that most people would confuse her for an angel because of her looks.

Celebrity Claim: Emilie de Ravin

`` Everything Else

Family: Rikis Erasmus (Deceased Father)
Feodora Erasmus (Deceased Mother)
Renamie Dramene (Grandmother)

{{When I originally wrote the application, I thought it was asking for family history, so I wrote one. I've realized that it asks for only the members, so I modified this and added them as well. Please don't scold me for writing the history, and I've decided to keep it. Read it if you will}}

Feodora Dramene and Rikis Ersamus met when they were still children. Their parents had been lifelong friends, but that friendship one day ended. When their fathers got into a large disagreement and from then on couldn't stand the sight of each other, the children were forced to stay away from each other as well. Feodora always saw her mother's grief at losing such a close bond, but Fee took no notice. She had always been her father's little girl, and when he said to hate the whole clan, that is exactly what she did.

Whenever she did come across Rikis, she sneered and turned away. She convinced her friends to be cruel to him, and considering how many friends she had, Rikis's family had no other choice but to leave. They knew the whole town disliked their son, and that he could get no reprieve. Fee's father was immensely proud of her when she told him what part she had in them leaving, but her mother was a different story. She was overcome with sadness over how wicked her daughter was becoming, and try as she might, she couldn't redirect her.

Over the years, Fee never forgot about Rikis. She started to realize how horrible she had been, but her stubborn side convinced her otherwise. She let it, for it was much better than living in guilt. When she was three hundred, her father was killed in a feud with another family. She was filled with anger and pain at this, and she found a way to blame her mother for all that happened. She severed all contact with her mother, and moved to another town and opened a Tailor shop.

All was went smoothly, she made good business and managed to block out her tragic past as she called it. Until one morning, a handsome man came in, looking for a repair, and she stopped dead. It was Rikis. She didn't know how to react, and stood there with a dumb look on her face. It was obvious he didn't recognize her at first, but when he did, he smiled. Fee would always look bad to that day and wonder how he could have beamed at her the way he did. Rikis ran forward and engulfed her in an embrace so full of love it bewildered her.
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Rikis awoke that morning with a tear in his favorite night shirt, and so he crossed the town to the tailor shop everyone had been raving about. Just as he always did, he picture the beautiful Feodora, the woman he loved despite what she did to him. He never hated her for it, it strangely made him want her more. He daydreamed of her whenever he could, though he doubted he would ever see her again, and if he did, he only imagined how she would turn up her perfect lips at him and scowl.

Oh how he adored her! It was crazy, and he knew it, but he couldn't stop. He walked into the shop for the first time and saw a stunning woman. His heart skipped a beat, for she looked so much like Feodora it ached him. It took him about three moments to realize she didn't just look like Fee, but WAS Fee! Without a second thought, he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her, planting his eager lips to hers.
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When Fee felt his lips against hers for the first time, she was overcome with emotions so raw and powerful, and she curled her arms around his shoulders, pulling him further into him. After many heated moments, they broke apart, and Fee had so much to apologize for. She opened her mouth to express this, but he covered it with his strong fingers and shook his head. He knew, and somehow, he wasn't angry. Fee closed her eyes and lay her head on his shoulder, content for the first time in a long time.

The two were married a few years later, and had a little girl that they named Hyacinth. Feodora never regained contact with her mother, for she was too stubborn to own up to her mistakes, but she grieved about the lost connection until her dying day. That day came when Hyacinth was still only a baby, of thirty three, when her town was raided. Both Rikis and Fee were slaughtered, during which time Hyacinth was on a hunting party. The party came home to destruction, and Hyacinth soon set out on her own.


Character History: The day of her parents death was a memory she would never lose. Hyacinth was filled with a joy she couldn't forget when she loosed her bow, and it flew true into the scattering rabbit. She was the best archer in the school, and she knew it. She was also one of the best swordsmen, only beat by a boy name Carlis. He was a modest boy, who never gloated, and Hyacinth liked him. When she went to collect her kill, she spotted a deer about one hundred yards away. She froze in mid bend, and felt a cool sweat begin to build. She rose her hand very, very slowly to take another arrow, and she knocked it in place. Very surely, she aimed and pulled back, letting it loose with excitement. The deer didn't even see it coming. She let out a silent whoop of joy when it hit the deer's rear, and she loped across to quickly finish the kill.

She was overjoyed with her take, and was ready to brag to her classmates. When she arrived at the meeting point for the party with a large deer hung over her shoulders and a rabbit strung at her belt, they all applauded. She bowed good-naturedly and Carlis rushed over to help her with her load. She smiled, overjoyed at the day's turnout. As they all made their way back to town, the chatter was excited and careless. None of them were prepared for what they would find at home.

The first sign of the trouble ahead was the smoke. It rose high and gruesome in the blue sky, giving them all a feeling of foreboding. With an unspoken consent, they all hurried their pace. As they entered town, Cinth looked around in a shocked stupor. She spotted her mother's shop, and it was on fire. A sudden fierce, uncontrollable fear gripped her heart as she began to frantically look around. People were lining up dead bodies in the middle of the town, and Hyacinth rushed forward, searching the lifeless. Her fear turned into rage coupled with sadness as she saw her mother, and then father's faces.

She collapsed into a heap on the spot, unable to think or move or even breathe. Carlis and a fellow towns person ran over to help, and she was soothed and cradled by a person unknown to her, and during which time she was carried to a bed where she lay, not sleeping, the entire night. When she rose from her resting place, she silently got up and went to her home, which was above the shop, to retrieve anything she could. Most everything was destroyed, but she managed to find a few pairs of clothing she could still wear, and a small, valuable only sentimentally, necklace her mother usually adorned. She slipped this around her neck. There was nothing of her father's left, and she left without another look back.

After buying the necessary supplies to living on the road, she left the town. With her bow and arrows on her back, and sword at her belt. she was prepared to take on what she must. The one person she would miss is Carlis, who she regretted not saying goodbye to. Hyacinth has no plan for her future, and travels wherever the road takes her. She sometimes wishes she could visit her grandmother, but something keeps holding her back.



Other (Pets, Home...): Hyacinth's home consists of her tent and fire, with her small bag of belongings. She's acquired a short sword as well, and a small battle ax. She is a warrior, and a dang good one in her opinion.

Role-Play Sample: It was a dreary day, the sky promised rain yet none wanted to fall. She had stopped early that night, feeling it crucial to set up camp and shelter before the storm. But none came, and it was disappointing. Bitter that she was cut back from her traveling, she cursed the weather and all having to do with it. The sun had been shining brightly only hours previous, and now she was hunkered down in the tree line, prepared to have a very cold night. She dared not light a fire and waste the material, but she craved a hot meal. Without much enjoyment, she ate some biscuit and jerky, curled up into a tight ball, and fell asleep.

It had been a hard day's walk, and travel was slow on foot. But she was too poor to buy a horse, and too proud to steal, so she roughed it on foot. But she didn't mind, because she felt like she was getting a better feel for the countryside. She was headed south, not to any particular destination but away from her home place. It was only a few weeks since she discovered her parents deaths, and she felt like they were haunting her. She couldn't get away quick enough, and that just made her more eager to hide, to leave her past all behind her.

She wondered on most days whether she would stay and make a living at some far away place. The longer she was on her own, the more she adjusted to this lifestyle, the more she found she liked it. It seemed as if she was born to roam. Whenever she wanted meat, all she need is to hunt. Her bow skills were extraordinary, and she rarely missed her target. It was obvious to her that her class was warrior, and she embraced it. She loved to hunt, and she loved to spar, it was all such a thrill, and she loved the feeling of winning. She was, it's true, a sore loser.

She was not ignorant enough to deny that she had much to learn, and much to improve upon. She also had the faintest feeling that she was too confident, almost stupidly so. She felt that she was skilled enough to defeat anything she came up against, simply because she had so far. The only person she ever lost to was Carlis, but that didn't seem to give her enough hints at her own vulnerability.

Hyacinth woke abruptly, hearing the sound of someone approaching on the nearby road. She sat up slowly, quietly, trying to be stealthy, and left her tent. She pulled out her bow and knocked an arrow as she crept to the edge of the road, taking cover behind a bush. The approaching consisted of two riders, one obviously a child. The way it held itself showed it was unhappy with riding this long, and wanted off. The other rider was, at closer inspection, also still just a child. He was older, and a more mature age of fifteen, but he shouldn't be held responsible for a child on his own. She let them pass, watching warily from the sidelines. She felt pity for them, wondering if their parents were dead too.