Post by Tromlui on Sept 23, 2009 16:14:39 GMT
the roleplayer
NAME: Byrd
GENDER: Male
AGE: Nineteen.
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Nine years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Not Applicable
HOW YOU FOUND US: Sethron
Tromlui
“You know who I am, right?”
NAME: Byrd
GENDER: Male
AGE: Nineteen.
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Nine years.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Not Applicable
HOW YOU FOUND US: Sethron
Tromlui
“You know who I am, right?”
character basics
NICKNAMES: Trom
AGE: Appears 8
GROUP: Dream Being
SPECIES: Human
OCCUPATION Formerly the Wise One
GENDER: Female
PLAY-BY: Sumire Shoudaappearance
Ebony hair transcends down her hoary façade, darker than the deepest pitch of night that any being has seen. Usually the hair is very well-kept for such a young being—held by various clips to keep it from touching upon her beautiful flesh. Each strand of her mane has been carefully placed and is kept in a proper order to keep it from hindering her line of sight or placing any one of her various masks upon her silhouette. For being a being that travels so much in the outdoors, her skin is easily as hoary as freshly fallen snow; the people who have seen this child believe that someday she will make a beautiful woman. Thin brows rest above venomous slits that one would call eyes—those that look at the girl’s eyes say they are evil, holding some callous intent towards those around her. These optics are a rich golden color that hints at an intellect one would not expect a child of her age to have.
Ears are small and round and usually have a thin strand of hair tucked behind them. Her face is still soft and oval shaped, holding the basic shape of a young child that has yet to hit the age where baby fat melts off of the body; be wary friends, for those that use the word cute may end up in another world. A petite and pompous nose rests at the center of her face, usually quivering in an attempt to find her next victim. Beneath her nose are thin reptilian lips that hold an array of ivory teeth; the teeth have been modified to a sharpened point. Her jaw line has not yet developed but shows the makings of becoming a lovely sight.
From her skull comes a thin neck, which sprouts out into thin shoulders and a visible collarbone; the child’s face is plump, but when one looks at her body they would say she was malnourished. Each appendage is very lithe-like, yet holds an air of malice about them—one would say they were fearful of her touching them. Her digits are thin and skeletal, looking as if they could sear through the flesh of any person; keratin has been sharpened to a point and painted a crimson color. The dye on her fingernails contrasts with her flesh—much like her hair—and usually draws attention away from her childish façade to her devious looking hands. Usually the girl wears a black pinstripe suit with a ruby colored bow about her neck—much unlike her brother; her feet are covered by large boots with thick soles, just another accessory to make her appear intimidating.
Embodiment Mask
When the two halves of the Wise One split, this certain item came along with it; this mask is the Embodiment of Fear that gives Tromlui her joy in life. The mask has various names that it goes by, such as the Mask of Nightmares or the Mask of Tromlui. Its power comes from the deepest fears of those around them and takes the form of that phobia. Some say that the mask has a personality of its own that has attached itself to the child, giving her a dark and twisted view of the world around her. One that has witnessed the chaos of this mask says that it not only changes shape but can change the body of its user—thus whoever wears it may become such destructive being—however its powers do not reach that far; the mask creates a mere illusion. When not in use by the devious child it is faceless and porcelain white and usually kept somewhere on her person—more than likely her knapsack or held in her hand.personality
People would view the embodiment of Nightmares to be an evil creation that cares nothing for the well-being of those that surround it—the fact of the matter is that it's true. Tromlui is a destructive being that would love nothing more than to consume everything pure and good about the world; the power of the Wise One has been greatly restricted when it was split in half. This disgustingly deviant half is quite malicious in her actions and rarely thinks of others when performing them—from scaring small children to leveling entire villages, it does not matter. There are few things in this world that the young girl enjoys more than causing mayhem and destruction—but we will talk about those in a moment. The girl seems to have quite the bond with her brother and usually tries to cheer him up by performing her nasty tricks; this sometimes saddens the boy and will usually send Tromlui on a rampage.
Tromui is not just an evil heathen that loves to destroy things; well, maybe she is, but she is not that bad. She loves sunflowers for some odd reason, but that is a secret that only a few people know; this love for sunflowers comes from a memory long since passed, and only the emotion rises in her mind not the memory. On the other hand, she dislikes the guardian that follows her wherever she goes; the guardian seems intent on making sure the damage she causes is kept to a minimum. However hateful and fiendish this young girl is, the fact of the matter is she is still a child—but being so that means her temperament is a bit on the fritz.
The girl does not have any apparent dreams or goals, but she does wish to become as powerful as she once was; the Wise One had infinite knowledge on every subject known to man, but now that it has been split in two neither halves have the same prowess when it comes to the world and its workings. Also, she hopes that one day she will be able to kill the Guardian, because he seems to be the root of all of her misfortune.family & history
--Note, both Trom and Tai's history are the same; you should only have to read it once--
An Críonna was born at the beginning of the world, or so the legends say. It was a part of the Dreaming, as much as the Dreaming was part of it. A traveller, An Críonna was a hermit but for its small entourage of followers who ran its messages of urgency to the appropriate places. Known but unknown throughout the lands, it was an entity of mystery and hope. It spoke to the grounds and the grounds spoke back.
At first, the occasional entrant into the dream world was nothing more than a curiousity to It. Piqued, It sought out these visitors and spoke with them, learning of their own world and taking the knowledge that was given with gracious hope and little understanding.
... Then it began.
Nobody knows how fast the madness set in; it drove many of the followers away as the anger seemed to seep in through the very flesh of the once gracious and patient wise one. "The world tilts! The intruders will destroy us! Destroy!" Its rants and raves became little but babble, but for years, nothing came of them but An Críonna's degeneration. In his brief moments of clarity, uncontrollable sobs and apologies spilled from Its lips. Though no violence had yet been done, It bred those evils in its mind. Cruelty had found its way into the wise one's head and It could not bear it.
The last of his followers took it upon herself to spare An Críonna's suffering. The severance from the very bonds that held the wise one together was a cruel mercy, only capable by the deepest of loves.
Thus, Tromluí and Taibhreamh were "born". Different halves, severed forever from their intimate bond with the natures of Codladh Domhan. Only whispers echo in their small heads now, and the savior, their "Coimeádaí", still follows them.
