Rosewyn Essyll Complete

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`` The Basics

Name: Rosewyn Essyll

Age: 17

Gender: Female



`` About You

Race: High Elf

Class: Mage

Appearance (No Pictures): Waist length Sandy blond hair, Light violet eyes, pointed ears, Light skin, semi-long oval face, tall; 5' 7".

Celebrity Claim: Michelle Trachtenberg

`` Everything Else

Family: Elven Mother; Arwen, Human Father; Gondien, Younger Elven Sister; Ariel, Baby Elven Brother; Calanon.

Character History: Rosewyn was born into the royal family of Essyll, in a kingdom called Beinion (Bay-nee-on). Beinion is a kingdom far away from Isle of the Lumen. Rosewyn comes to the Isle of the Lumen to escape the Ziria, evil forces trying to destroy the Kingdom of Beinion. She watches her family die trying to run away and protect her key. It took everything she had not to run into the middle of the fight and kill everyone of the vile creatures that murdered her family. She comes to make a new beginning for herself, and Guardian, the last surviver of the Royal Guard, who has now become her protector. Soon after arriving at Isle of the Lumen, the power of the key becomes very strong. Strong enough to lead Rosewyn to her destiny of becoming the most powerful Air elemental of her kind? Or fall to the clutches of the Ziria?

Other (Pets, Home...): Rosewyn has a pet Unicorn named Areoniel (Ire-ohn-ee-ell), Her home is a moderately sized hut, with a stone roof and wooden walls/floors.

Role-Play Sample: Chapter One
Duties

(This does not relate entirely to the character history)

The sun was blistering this morning. I could feel the heat warming the iron key that hung around my neck. I considered for a fraction of a second the secret that went with this key, but I was too distracted by the wonderful warmth from the sun to be bothered. Nothing could ruin this morning, except for Arial’s whining.
“Rosswyn,” she complained.
“Can we please go home!”
“Hmm?” was my response as she woke me from my happy day dreaming, which I did frequently.
“Rosswyn I want to go home! My dresses are loosing their color from all this sun!”
She would be worried about her clothes.
“You didn’t have to come,” I reminded her.
“What else am I supposed to do all day? Sew clothes?” She shuddered at the thought. She was much too used to being a pampered princess.
“I would start practicing, Father might not always be King of Beinion,” I teased.
“I absolutely hate work!”
“How would you know? You’ve never done anything except whine!” I wasn’t sure where my harsh tone was coming from, but I instantly felt bad when I watched her face fall.
She got up and turned to leave when I called, “Wait Arial,” She stopped. When she turned her face, it was tear streaked.
“I’m sorry, honestly. What I meant to say was you won’t know if you like something until you try it.”
“I don’t know how,” she mumbled, while she sat in front of me.
“It’s very easy,” I assured her. “With practice, it can even be fun.”
“Cleaning? Fun? I’m not so sure, Rosswyn.”
“We don’t have to continue it right now, Arial, let’s go home.” That seemed to change her mood quickly, her face looked happy.
“Okay,” she replied quickly, happy to finally get her way.
We walked up the steep hill that lead back to the castle. It was always so beautiful. With its stone arches and grey brick walls. It had large glass windows on every side, with spires and towers, and all the likes of fairy tale castles. Arial seemed to take no notice on how lovely it looked with the early sun just above the highest tower, my room. My mother insisted I have the safest room as to protect myself and this strange iron key. She told me when I was younger that all would be explained when I came of age. Over my 17 years of life, I’ve discovered some of what the key could do. It attracted animals when I lay it on the forest’s undergrowth, and when I needed to remember something important, it brought the memory, or thought back instantly to the center of my mind when I touched it. It could be very helpful with speeches, which, as the oldest, was my duty. Everyday at one o’clock I was to give an announcement on local news, war news, etc. It was not very interesting. I preferred to spend my time outdoors, or lost in my infinite collection of books. Arial, whose next birthday was in just two months, is 14. She has the tower below mine. She was upset that I got the highest tower, so she had an extremely high flag placed on hers, to even things out. Beauty and clothes are her favorite things. I’m not even sure she’s ever read a book, except the bible. Even then, only small parts here and there for lessons. She is the princess beauty queen with her long, thick, blond curls. And her jade green eyes, which sparkled in the sun. I was always pale, with a fair completion. I have light violet eyes, and long, thick, sandy blonde hair. Strait and flat. Then there is Calanon, the newest addition to our family, just 1 year old. He has thin brown hair, and dark brown eyes, with peach colored skin. He is the cutest at the moment.
We just reached the castle doors, and where walking in when I saw my mother looking paler than usual and sitting very still on her throne. Father was somewhere nearby. He was talking to someone in the meeting room where all the important war meetings and gatherings of important people were held. They never interested me, so I went to sit by mother on the floor. Her long oval face looked very worried, and it surprised me to see all the stress in her eyes. I had no idea what could be wrong but it wasn’t good.
“Mother,” I asked in a quiet voice, “Is everything alright?” I must have startled her, the look on her face was shock that I was even here at the moment.
“Oh,” she breathed, “well, I’m not sure, dear.” She almost whispered the last part.
“Why don’t you girls go to your towers and play a game?” she asked in a distant voice, like she wasn’t really paying much attention to what she was saying.
“All right, mother,” Arial replied. “Let’s go,” she growled in a whisper.
“Fine, fine.” I let her pull me along. It seemed what ever was worrying our mother, made her want to be alone at the moment. Once we were out of hearing range Arial asked, “Did you see mother’s face? She looks so worried, I hope it’s not the stock market again…” she trailed off. I stopped paying attention; I was suddenly very weak at my knees. An unknown pressure was pushing down on me with such force I wasn’t aware of Arial’s screaming. Suddenly the key around my neck burned with such fiery heat, I couldn’t hold in the scream that bubbled out of my own lips, along with a small amount of blood. I was choking on my own blood, and then it stopped. Just like that, my head cleared of all pain and I instantly felt light and wary. What had just happened?
I could hear the nurse’s voice somewhere near me, but I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to notice much besides the warmth the key was echoing from the fire that had quickly burned me, and just as quickly left me feeling better.
“No, no she’ll live,” I heard the nurse say. The voices speaking around me were getting easier to differentiate. “, it was just the Ziria trying to steal the key without having to attack, and waste their armies.”
“She’s no longer safe here is she?” I heard my mother’s worried voice whisper.
“We’re going to have to bring her to the Elven guard, where they’ll take her underground with the earth elves until we can defeat the Ziria. She should be safe there.”
“How long?” my mother asked her voice cracking in the middle, which it never did.
“I can’t say, dear. As long as it takes I suppose.”
“Oh…” I heard my mother start sob, but I was too exhausted to keep listening. I drifted into a deep sleep. I don’t remember when but I know I’d had nightmares of the piercing pain I’d felt with that unbearable pressure.