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[Silver]

Name: Julia "Silver" Fantsiltra

Race: Human.

Age: 20.

Gender: Female.

Description:

An auburn color stains her long hair, cascading down her back in long straight hair, the hair reaches past her waist and to the middle of her ass. Standing only around 5'0 she is very very petite, with little hands and a small strong body. Her skin is a creamy milk color, she doesn't like the sun, it burns her skin way too much, she isn't too fond of bright red skin. On her right hand each one of her fingers carry a simple silver ring, the band each having a design of it's own. Her thumbs' ring has an Aquarius sign, for her birthday (January 24). Her ring finger has garnets incrusted along the seems, very small stones that glint in the moonlight and only the moonlight, for her birthstone. Her middle finger has flames on the silver, the bright angry orange-red color symbolizing anger (Obviously for the "Fuck you" finger sign). The finger next to her pinky has a very simple silver band, with fangs engraved along the edges. On her pinky is a gold band, with the words 'I love you' on them, very simple, but eye-catching.

Along her wrists and arms are self-inflicted scars, some still a raw pink color; recent, and others a dull moonlight gray shade; old. On her left hand is a thin silver ring that branches from her middle finger to a bracelet around her wrist from thin silver chains, along the bracelet are animals and a demon, and on the thin silver ring are swirls and on the inside are burnt words; nearly unreadable words; unspeakable words. The bracelet is irremovable, it'll burn the hell out of you if you try and remove it...her grandmother put it there, so she would remember her sins.

A simple stained moonlight-gray shirt hangs limp on her upper body and too long pants practically hang off her waist, sometimes you just can't let the person go. Small cloth shoes cover her feet, not much protection, but hell, it's something. On her chest, right over her heart, is a heart, the lines old but still a bright gray-ish white against her nearly alabaster skin. The day her heart was torn from her, was the day a scarred one replaced it. On her palm, her left hand's palm, is one long gash, still pink and healing because it was so deep. A long, much too big, trench coat covers her small body, it's black material made of leather with a snow flake on the pockets; the remembrance of her past love. Her face isn't angular, very soft and refined with arching light auburn-ish brown eyebrows and a small pert slightly upturned nose.

Unlike many humans her eyes are two different colors, one (The right) a yellow-ish green and the other (The left) a bright powder blue, the two eyes are set somewhat deep in her face. Her nails are long, nearly abnormally so, and are her favorite weapon. Although scarred her hands hold elegant fingers and look soft; no matter the callousness.

History

She was born into a strict family, in a village were you couldn't be anyone other then who they wanted you to be. Men were to marry women and they could only be married to full humans, no inter-race marriage was allowed. The people there looked down upon any creature that dare enter their small village, but could do nothing but let these monsters (As her family referred to them) in, they knew if these creatures so wished they could wipe out the entire village with a hand motion. Life was peaceful for the little girl, save the teasing the other kids gave her for her eyes and small (Very small then) form, but it didn't matter, they were friends. When your a child your mind is carefree and open and the more you grow up the more it closes, the needle of time sewing shut the imagination of a wondrous child. Soon enough she grew into a young woman, her child-like times cut too short that she could barely remember a time she wasn't searching for a man to please her family and give her children. Soon enough, at age 19, she and a childhood friend began to date in the open, they had actually been seeing each other since age 16, but kept it a secret.

Each time they were together it was full of laughter and love, he was perfect...but then she came along. That damn dark elf, with her uncanny eyes and odd liking for snow. The village hated this elf, because she wouldn't leave. It seemed she took pleasure in pissing off the village people with her ice powers. Her eyes were bottomless pits of deep dark blue and she had the tannest skin, and every time Julia saw her, her stomach did a flip. As a child Julia found creatures with power intriguing, wanting to explore them more, but her family shut her off to that; beat the will of child-like fascination out of her. And made the needle of time stab her while it sewed her imagination shut. One day, while her 'boyfriend', so to say, was sick she left saying she was going to look for some new clothes, to impress her 'lover', but she was going to look for that devil; the one they called Lucifer's long lost daughter. And when she caught sight of the older, probably much older, elf she followed her, sure that the female knew she was following her.

And then she was choking for air, against a tree with angry despising eyes staring at her with obvious contempt. It made her want to throw up.

"Why the hell are you following me?" The girl shivered, it was the first time she ever heard the elf's voice, and she wouldn't forget the hate in it, but she would never forget how it made her shudder in both fear and desire. Shaking Julia could barely make out words, stuttering insanely as the elf laughed cruelly. This is what I get for falling for a dark elf... Dropping the girl to the ground the dark elf stared cruelly at her, no mercy in her pools of blue. Julia watched her, wild-eyed, as she studied her nails. And before the human could do anything the trench-coat clad elf was on her knees and holding her jaw in her palm. The warmth of this female's hand spread through her whole body, and Julia blushed a bright fire red. There was a cruel, yet alluring, look to the elf as she slowly realized what this human felt. The cold laugh that echoed from her made Julia shiver, in fear and disappointment. Sighing the timid girl tried to scramble away, but the grip on her jaw line just tightened.

"And where are you going?" A squeak and the words, "Anywhere you want me too..." Shocked at her own brazen words, Julia blushed another shade of crimson, darting her gaze to the ground. And that was the first night of her slow near demise, the demise of a stupid love-sick fool. The next morning she found herself curled around another female body, shocked she leapt away with a yelp, and, "Oh my god!" Backed up against a tree she heard the laugh of a merciless being, who was obviously not love-sick. And the blue eyes still made her a puddle on the floor, God save me... That day, she didn't return home nor the next day. The third night she was stirred by a long nail poking her slightly bruised face, "What...?" A whack to the back of the head, not really hard, made her sit up, "Here! Goddamn." A gold ring with the words 'I love you' on them shocked her, tears welled in her eyes, too bad she didn't know how much of a lie that ring was. That was the ring the dark elf stole from her old lover, he was going to give it to her, Julia never found that out. Another night of life, another night of lies.

There was screaming and yelling, and Julia awoke to half the town's dead faces. She screamed. Someone held her, snickering to themselves. A kiss to the back of her neck was all that she needed from the one she loved, the one who didn't love her back, who would try to kill her without touching her, who, in the end, would save her.

"Shh, Silver, it's okay...Come'on we'll get your stuff and get out of here. Okay?" Nodding shakily the two set off for her house, and Julia found out later that she would never go by the name Julia again. Her father had a gun pointed at her head, and when Julia turned, her dark elf was gone. She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably while her grandma started chanting and shit and shoved an odd bracelet with thin chains and ring on her left hand. The words? They were on the inside and Julia didn't want to know what they said, ever. All she could think about was the dark elf who had left her, who she still loved. That day the tied her up and shoved her in the middle of the village. Reading off her sins.

"Staying with a monster! And then we find our people dead?! And it was a female no less. Tell them, Julia, what you felt for this...bitch." Julia whimpered, coughed and looked up, dark blue eyes were staring at her. From a buildings roof, the village people were dead quiet and she said, "I love her." And she looked at the people, "And I don't care if you kill me for it." Julia could see the dark blue eyes stare in shock, and over the cries of outrage Julia muttered, "I may not know why I love her, but sometimes you don‘t have to know why." Someone tied her to a chair and lifted a torch, the fire burned in her own eyes. For the first time and last time in her life, Julia wouldn't back down, even if it meant her death. The flames licked at her, the smoke rose around her face, and then she was free and holding onto the trench of her elf. A smile crossed her tired features.

It was midnight when she last spoke to her elf, curled up on her stiff lap. Her elf's tan hands stroking her auburn hair, trying, but failing, to be soft. The small woman was in her lover's extra shirt and pants with her coat wrapped tightly around her, the dark elf's sword next to them.

"I love you, Saphrine..." Something seemed to change in those dark eyes, they were cooler, but still held a certain hardness and viciousness to them, but the words that came from her mouth, no matter how false, couldn't have made Julia happier. "I...love you too, Silver." Something told her these would be the last things spoken to her, and Julia was happy that finally, her elf said them.

That's the best birthday gift anyone could give me...

Silver's world went black. And Saphrine ran away for the first time in her life, leaving her sword, either by accident or on purpose, and Silver would never doubt that it was on purpose.

Just goes to show, you never know who you may fall for.

Quirks: Nearly everything about her is a quirk. From the way she wears her emotions openly to the way she digs into her own skin with a sharp object. Silver has a thing for silver (Hence the nickname), and loves it to no extent. She’s paranoid, very much so. Sometimes she does things for no reason, from breaking into hysterical laughter to crying silently.

Personality:

She's a very quiet person, soft spoken and careful about her words. She's actually quite dull and dead-like, she's hard to get emotion out of. Silver often daydreams, about anything really. She's usually very quiet and withdrawn. She doesn't crave many things, she is often caught tempting suicide, but doesn't have the courage to. The bi-eyed human changes her personality way to much. One moment she's upset the next she's angry, moodiness is almost constantly with her. Being by herself isn't her favorite thing, but then again it's not her least favorite either. Few can actually make her smile or laugh. It's almost as if she's already dead. Paranoia, it's something that constantly haunts her movements and emotions. Jumping or always looking about, her eyes are almost never still when in the presence of another.

She is always aware of what is going on around her, though many people don't think she is. Silver likes to be alone, but enjoys the company of others much more. She believes things are destined to happen that there are reasons for every being to live and die for. The woman doesn't really understand why others' can be so malicious and mutilate things, she takes no pleasure in killing life unless for food or protection. She works for perfection, nothing less and nothing more. Sometimes she laughs or cries for no reason, just out of the blue. Silver avoids fighting like plague, she's not interested in killing nor interested in dying until she finds what she lost, and you may interpret that anyway you wish.

Most of the time she seems like she’s not there, in another world, her world where the elf’s dark blue eyes can haunt her and be there for her.

Weapons A simple sword with a silver hilt and a very dark blue stone on it. It used to hold magic, but obviously not for her, though it may it the near future. The blade is thin and light, but very sharp and sturdy with a few jagged parts.

Magic skills (for Mages): Fire.

Battle skills (for Warriors): ----

Strengths: Speed, running away. Her small form is good for running and she's got a hellova lot of stamina, but wears out pretty quick. She relies heavily on a quick swift cut to the head, not a drawn out battle.

Weaknesses: Nearly everything. Ranging from magic to physical attacks. You hit her, you hit her good. She hasn't got much of a will either, hell if you can't feel pity or sympathy for her, then her life is as good as gone.

Other: Very timid, suicidal, and angered quite easily, although anger is not shown, though it‘s obvious in her two eyes. Somewhat of A daydreamer.

[Phyriem]

*claps* Lovely, accepted. I think your character would suit a fire element mage more than warrior but its your call.

I'll move this when I can actually be assed to...

[Silver]

*shrug* Alright, I edited it. I'll move the bios over as soon as I finish my post.