Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Nov 19, 2017 21:13:33 GMT -5
Otherwise known as "Vex's Annoying Little Sister," I am Flare, known for keen eye and loose lips.
As anyone can tell from seeing my brother and I together, we are similar only in our subborness and elven features. While his father was an elven bard, mine was a Wild Elf, like me. Though he left us, for lack of a better phrase, when I was ten I do remember some of the lessons he taught me. He taught me the constellations of his homeland in the desert, a place I'd never been, the strum of a guitar, and the basics of working with a bow. Daybow was his last name and one I carry with me. I later mastered the art from the local master bow man in our hamlet, Misthaven. Once I had, Mother passed his bow onto me.
After he, well, left, it was just Vex, me and our mother. Many of you have already heard Vex tell the story of how I set the mayor's house on fire and attempted a second, hence my fitting name. The truth is, he didn't know why. After my father, um, left, many of the other men of our hamlet were helping me with my aim and strength. As I grew, and was about twelve years old, I attracted the eye of the mayor. He tried to corner me at one of the ranges, where I would often practice alone. I had a knife in my pocket from learning to carve my own bow and managed to cut him, running far away from him. If you look on his arm, you can still see the deep scar I left. After it'd happened, I was so enraged, so embarrased for having been cornered like that, I set an arrow on fire and set the mayor's house ablaze. When I saw he wasn't there when it went up in flames, I tried again, but this time, Vex stopped me before I could.
After that, I promised I would never be caught off guard like that again, I would never be a victim to someone else's game. I would be the one to start a fight and I would be the one to end it. This is why I'm a hot head, and also why I take heavy offence to men (Raphael) who don't know my story and make crude jokes, even if they're not directed at me. I do not tolerate womanizers or those who speak lightly of women being taken advantage of. They quickly understand when I draw my bow.
Otherwise, I'm a very bubbly and warm person. I love a good meal around friends and a good fight to get the heart pumping. Mainly, I love helping others. As protective Vex is of me, I try to keep an eye out for him as well. I quell rumors about him, keep others away from him when he's not well, and try my best to make him proud of me. That's why I left Misthaven in the first place to find him. Not only did I miss my brother and want Mother to not worry about him being gone, but I also wanted to be able to make him proud, like any younger sister would.
As a surprise for others, I have never been to the Shaterglass Desert. My father described it to me in stories he used to tell, but the stories have become threadbare with time. I'd never heard the names Ulnos or Yira, or if I did I was too young to remember. Though my physique was different than the rest of Misthaven's residence, I never saw myself more than an elf like my mother and brother. Most of what I know of my people is from the history books and my own personal experiences, nothing more.
So, that's it, really. Just remember this:
I do not care if you are living, dead, a spirit, a fairy, an undead, a noble, a peasant, a victim, a knight, an official, or a monster.
NO ONE TOUCHES MY FATHER'S BOW!
As anyone can tell from seeing my brother and I together, we are similar only in our subborness and elven features. While his father was an elven bard, mine was a Wild Elf, like me. Though he left us, for lack of a better phrase, when I was ten I do remember some of the lessons he taught me. He taught me the constellations of his homeland in the desert, a place I'd never been, the strum of a guitar, and the basics of working with a bow. Daybow was his last name and one I carry with me. I later mastered the art from the local master bow man in our hamlet, Misthaven. Once I had, Mother passed his bow onto me.
After he, well, left, it was just Vex, me and our mother. Many of you have already heard Vex tell the story of how I set the mayor's house on fire and attempted a second, hence my fitting name. The truth is, he didn't know why. After my father, um, left, many of the other men of our hamlet were helping me with my aim and strength. As I grew, and was about twelve years old, I attracted the eye of the mayor. He tried to corner me at one of the ranges, where I would often practice alone. I had a knife in my pocket from learning to carve my own bow and managed to cut him, running far away from him. If you look on his arm, you can still see the deep scar I left. After it'd happened, I was so enraged, so embarrased for having been cornered like that, I set an arrow on fire and set the mayor's house ablaze. When I saw he wasn't there when it went up in flames, I tried again, but this time, Vex stopped me before I could.
After that, I promised I would never be caught off guard like that again, I would never be a victim to someone else's game. I would be the one to start a fight and I would be the one to end it. This is why I'm a hot head, and also why I take heavy offence to men (Raphael) who don't know my story and make crude jokes, even if they're not directed at me. I do not tolerate womanizers or those who speak lightly of women being taken advantage of. They quickly understand when I draw my bow.
Otherwise, I'm a very bubbly and warm person. I love a good meal around friends and a good fight to get the heart pumping. Mainly, I love helping others. As protective Vex is of me, I try to keep an eye out for him as well. I quell rumors about him, keep others away from him when he's not well, and try my best to make him proud of me. That's why I left Misthaven in the first place to find him. Not only did I miss my brother and want Mother to not worry about him being gone, but I also wanted to be able to make him proud, like any younger sister would.
As a surprise for others, I have never been to the Shaterglass Desert. My father described it to me in stories he used to tell, but the stories have become threadbare with time. I'd never heard the names Ulnos or Yira, or if I did I was too young to remember. Though my physique was different than the rest of Misthaven's residence, I never saw myself more than an elf like my mother and brother. Most of what I know of my people is from the history books and my own personal experiences, nothing more.
So, that's it, really. Just remember this:
I do not care if you are living, dead, a spirit, a fairy, an undead, a noble, a peasant, a victim, a knight, an official, or a monster.
NO ONE TOUCHES MY FATHER'S BOW!