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Mercy

2006-07-21T22:52:45Z

Reverie:

'''Mercedes''' (whose name, for the record, is ''not'' pronounced like the automobile, though she is sometimes forgiving if monetary persuasion is involved) is many things, including but not limited to:

*a thinker-writer-dreamer
*an artist-ballerina-choreographer
*a mother of too many
*petite (read: ''travel-sized for your convenience'')
*French-Romani and happily a mutt
*a lavender-scented pseudo-hedonist
*your ribbon-wearing worst nightmare
*devouring your soul

and several other extremely melodramatic things, such as ''hungry'' and ''delirious''. She would also like to remind fellow roleplayers as well as the world at large, that she is ''frightening'', and the Queen of Everything, and surprisingly shy behind all of this wiki-fied modesty. Somewhere deep, deep inside of her, if one conveniently overlooks the overwhelmingly intimidating exterior, and peels away layers of hostility and occasional well-meaning profanity, you will find a void of psychobabble only a few species of canine and several mollusks can understand.

The idea of roleplaying was swung at her head at the tender age of 13, and she willingly retaliated with wrestling-federation-esque, violent gusto, and has been latched onto its leg with her teeth every since. We are not certain who will claim victory at the end, but it is akin to witnessing a matchbox car-crash as portrayed by philosophy-spouting five-year-olds: pointless, ''precocious'', and extremely foolish, but somehow you are still reading this article. ''Why?''

In summary, euthanasia is highly suggested to counteract this organism's often-caffeinated and sugar-induced state of being, and there is the following advisory offered to friends and victims alike: mind your manners, mind your ''mind'', rebel as often as possible, and laughter is the new pink. ''Hah!''

==Characters==

*[[Reverie]]
*[[Elaine Vasser]]
*[[Morag]]
*[[Cassziel]]

==Other==

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User:Reverie

2006-07-21T22:33:35Z

Reverie:

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Mercy

2006-07-21T22:33:30Z

Reverie:

'''Mercedes''' (whose name, for the record, is ''not'' pronounced like the automobile, though she is sometimes forgiving if monetary persuasion is involved) is many things, including but not limited to:

*a thinker-writer-dreamer
*an artist-ballerina-choreographer
*a mother of too many
*petite (read: ''travel-sized for your convenience'')
*French-Romani and happily a mutt
*a lavender-scented pseudo-hedonist
*your ribbon-wearing worst nightmare
*devouring your soul

and several other extremely melodramatic things, such as ''hungry'' and ''delirious''. She would also like to remind fellow roleplayers as well as the world at large, that she is ''frightening'', and the Queen of Everything, and surprisingly shy behind all of this wiki-fied modesty. Somewhere deep, deep inside of her, if one conveniently overlooks the overwhelmingly intimidating exterior, and peels away layers of hostility and occasional well-meaning profanity, you will find a void of psychobabble only a few species of canine and several mollusks can understand.

The idea of roleplaying was swung at her head at the tender age of 13, and she willingly retaliated with wrestling-federation-esque, violent gusto, and has been latched onto its leg with her teeth every since. We are not certain who will claim victory at the end, but it is akin to witnessing a matchbox car-crash as portrayed by philosophy-spouting five-year-olds: pointless, ''precocious'', and extremely foolish, but somehow you are still reading this article. ''Why?''

In summary, euthanasia is highly suggested to counteract this organism's often-caffeinated and sugar-induced state of being, and there is the following advisory offered to friends and victims alike: mind your manners, mind your ''mind'', rebel as often as possible, and laughter is the new pink. ''Hah!''

==Her Characters==

*[[Reverie]]
*[[Elaine Vasser]]
*[[Morag]]
*[[Cassziel]]

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User:Reverie

2006-07-21T22:15:13Z

Reverie:

'''Mercedes''' (whose name, for the record, is ''not'' pronounced like the automobile, though she is sometimes forgiving if monetary persuasion is involved) is many things, including but not limited to:

*a thinker-writer-dreamer
*an artist-ballerina-choreographer
*a mother of too many
*petite (read: ''travel-sized for your convenience'')
*French-Romani and happily a mutt
*a lavender-scented pseudo-hedonist
*your ribbon-wearing worst nightmare
*devouring your soul

and several other extremely melodramatic things, such as ''hungry'' and ''delirious''. She would also like to remind fellow roleplayers as well as the world at large, that she is ''frightening'', and the Queen of Everything, and surprisingly shy behind all of this wiki-fied modesty. Somewhere deep, deep inside of her, if one conveniently overlooks the overwhelmingly intimidating exterior, and peels away layers of hostility and occasional well-meaning profanity, you will find a void of psychobabble only a few species of canine and several mollusks can understand.

The idea of roleplaying was swung at her head at the tender age of 13, and she willingly retaliated with wrestling-federation-esque, violent gusto, and has been latched onto its leg with her teeth every since. We are not certain who will claim victory at the end, but it is akin to witnessing a matchbox car-crash as portrayed by philosophy-spouting five-year-olds: pointless, ''precocious'', and extremely foolish, but somehow you are still reading this article. ''Why?''

In summary, euthanasia is highly suggested to counteract this organism's often-caffeinated and sugar-induced state of being, and there is the following advisory offered to friends and victims alike: mind your manners, mind your ''mind'', rebel as often as possible, and laughter is the new pink. ''Hah!''

==Her Characters==

*[[Reverie]]
*[[Elaine Vasser]]
*[[Morag]]
*[[Cassziel]]

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User:Reverie

2006-07-21T22:09:33Z

Reverie:

'''Mercedes''' (whose name, for the record, is ''not'' pronounced like the automobile, though she is sometimes forgiving if monetary persuasion is involved) is many things, including but not limited to:

*a thinker-writer-dreamer
*an artist-ballerina-choreographer
*a mother of too many
*petite (read: ''travel-sized for your convenience'')
*French-Romani and happily a mutt
*a lavender-scented pseudo-hedonist
*your ribbon-wearing worst nightmare
*devouring your soul

and several other extremely melodramatic things, such as ''hungry'' and ''delirious''. She would also like to remind fellow roleplayers as well as the world at large, that she is ''frightening'', and the Queen of Everything, and surprisingly shy behind all of this wiki-fied modesty. Somewhere deep, deep inside of her, if one conveniently overlooks the overwhelmingly intimidating exterior, and peels away layers of hostility and occasional well-meaning profanity, you will find a void of psychobabble only a few species of canine and several mollusks can understand.

The idea of roleplaying was swung at her head at the tender age of 13, and she willingly retaliated with wrestling-federation-esque, violent gusto, and has been latched onto its leg with her teeth every since. We are not certain who will claim victory at the end, but it is akin to witnessing a matchbox car-crash as portrayed by philosophy-spouting five-year-olds: pointless, ''precocious'', and extremely foolish, but somehow you are still reading this article. ''Why?''

In summary, euthanasia is highly suggested to counteract this organism's often-caffeinated and sugar-induced state of being, and there is the following advisory offered to friends and victims alike: mind your manners, mind your ''mind'', rebel as often as possible, and laughter is the new pink. ''Hah!''

==Her Characters==

*[[Reverie]]
*[[Elaine Vasser]]
*[[Morag]]
*[[Cassziel]]

User:Reverie

2006-07-21T22:08:32Z

Reverie:

'''Mercedes''' (whose name, for the record, is ''not'' pronounced like the automobile, though she is sometimes forgiving if monetary persuasion is involved) is many things, including but not limited to:

*a thinker-writer-dreamer
*an artist-ballerina-choreographer
*a mother of too many
*petite (read: ''travel-sized for your convenience'')
*French-Romani and happily a mutt
*a lavender-scented pseudo-hedonist
*your ribbon-wearing worst nightmare
*devouring your soul

and several other extremely melodramatic things, such as ''hungry'' and ''delirious''. She would also like to remind fellow roleplayers as well as the world at large, that she is ''frightening'', and the Queen of Everything, and surprisingly shy behind all of this wiki-fied modesty. Somewhere deep, deep inside of her, if one conveniently overlooks the overwhelmingly intimidating exterior, and peels away layers of hostility and occasional well-meaning profanity, you will find a void of psychobabble only a few species of canine and several mollusks can understand.

The idea of roleplaying was swung at her head at the tender age of 13, and she willingly retaliated with wrestling-federation, violent gusto, and has been latched onto its leg with her teeth every since. We are not certain who will claim victory at the end, but it is akin to witnessing a matchbox car-crash as portrayed by philosophy-spouting five-year-olds: pointless, ''precocious'', and extremely foolish, but somehow you are still reading this article. ''Why?''

In summary, euthanasia is highly suggested to counteract this organism's often-caffeinated and sugar-induced state of being, and there is the following advisory offered to friends and victims alike: mind your manners, mind your ''mind'', rebel as often as possible, and laughter is the new pink. ''Hah!''

==Her Characters==

*[[Reverie]]
*[[Elaine Vasser]]
*[[Morag]]
*[[Cassziel]]

Revania Rin`arie

2006-05-23T16:30:13Z

Reverie:

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'''Revania Rin`arie''', the nymphlike daughter of [[Heath]]'s untamed southern wild. The Elf's little form is ethereal and dreamlike, the flawless manifestation of her name. Her timid nature and childish tendencies are as skittishly fragile as any wide-eyed pale doe. She is a tiny thing most often skirting open places for the sensitive comfort of quiet corners, a black-and-white vision of downcast eyes and the wispy flow of silk.

==The Elf==

Reverie is small as a child, a creature the epitome of delicate, porcelain china-quality. A dreaming innocent of ether-potent mind beneath flouncing doll-curls of obsidian. Her dainty face mingles a cherubic roundness with the Elfin lines of elegance, so often demure and blushing; a dimpling rosebud mouth; long and sleek earpoints to further accentuate her heritage; birdlike bones supple in a petite build. Yet for all the artistic crafting of features, individually pert and exquisite, the sum of delicate parts creates a portrait face that is, at most, classically plain. Leave her willow-slender as one of the fae-blood, graceful in the Romanesque tunics she prefers, modest even in their slight length and gossamer appearance.

The quiver of arrows beneath her velvet cape is alternately a bouquet of sharpened bolts and stunningly-bright wildflowers. For she will forever be that mix of springtime child-woman and wild captured female. Those who know her will become witness to tempestuous conversation either as fleeting and darting as a tiny stormcloud, or dulcet and maidenly as any creature of the ether. And perhaps they will come to know the drifting, pure spellwork of her silvery lullabies.

She is like a tiny rabbit often huddled beyond searching glances, white fingers clutching to hemlines, tender smiles the companions of fearful pale-crystal eyes. Since she has taken residence in the upper rooms of the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she is most often seen as the flitting specter-haunt of the corridor, a black-ringleted doll-statuette perched at the foot of the stairs, waiting.

==History==

From a foundling, she was the innocent allure of a seraph; endeared to the tyrant who claimed her for the simple mesmeric lilt of her nature. He found it to be decadent capture of Elvish prize; one of the breeder-women had borne her only to leave her toddling and crying in his sanctum. Such was the degenerate custom of the lowborn, the sacrificial offerings of infant-flesh. But she is one who grew to budding femininity and inquisitive, virtuous purity wrapped in the tutelage and airy, dulcet glitter of powerful civilization.

Addicting, then, to have this one's vulnerable teacup chin pressed to a royal knee, the nearness of her countenance's naive adoration. Hedonistically he trained frail young hands in the art of archery, the deadly beauty of fairy-arrows. It was compellingly obsessive, too, to teach her the work of lutes and harps, to create a timid symphony of delicious sound from her divine aural melodies. Her very body, fragile essence, and preciously gentle spirit are now the dainty commodity of her province's highest Warlord, her hypnotic talents his wizard-magic to wield.

Her lot is one of slavery, of possessive silver chains, obedient decorum, and powerful bonds. Her south-country Elf-kind are those bred to be property in subjugation.

And her [[Myrken Wood]] errand is one most peculiar, and decidedly morbid.

==In Amasynia==

- Her arrival in the company of one roguish [[Kaelum]] was enchantingly innocent at first glance. However, as with all things in time, the truth of the travelling Elfling and her comrade is now being questioned, and answers remained locked on a timid tongue. Even the [[Drow]] abductor [[Audmathus]] took ''particular'' interest in Reverie's curious situation, but for his inquisition had nothing from her.

- In demoness [[Lokelei]], there is a simultaneous bond of admiration and hatred. Where one loves in innocence, the other despises due to chaotic nature; the same nature, perhaps, which ultimately ended in [[Lokelei]]'s half-soul transmogrified to Reverie's own, and the demoness's dream-eating sire lingering within both. But how to harnass a creature of power? A slave made mistress to another being is quite the fickle situation; ultimately benefiting both in its uses, but pleasing neither.

- Even childlike purity will forever find a way to become tainted. In fits alternating between sadism, insanity, and desperately-fed infatuations, the [[Kindred]] [[Prince (Kindred)|Prince]] lays claim to Reverie and beloved foster-sister [[Alli]], taking both as degenerate daughters. Motherless, they flock. Intermittently adored and punished, children of the most secretive and reclusive Lady of the [[Requiem Curae]] are bound to her blood, her shadows, and her purpose. And when in doubt, it is better to bury them alive.

- A young one now made vessel of [[Audmathus]]'s dark intentions: to resurrect the slain high priestess, [[Avel]] is set to bear in Reverie's womb, a concoction of blood magics and demonic assistance. ''Methods'' and ''meanings'' are so very little in the end, when there is a quickening to consider. Yet none but the "black prince" himself knows the exact purpose of the child growing within the breeder; the Elfling, in her ignorance, knows only... happiness.

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Revania Rin`arie

2006-04-25T21:31:25Z

Reverie:

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'''Revania Rin`Arie''', the nymphlike daughter of [[Heath]]'s untamed southern wild. The Elf's little form is ethereal and dreamlike, the flawless manifestation of her name. Her timid nature and childish tendencies are as skittishly fragile as any wide-eyed pale doe. She is a tiny thing most often skirting open places for the sensitive comfort of quiet corners, a black-and-white vision of downcast eyes and the wispy flow of silk.

==The Elf==

Reverie is small as a child, a creature the epitome of delicate, porcelain china-quality. A dreaming innocent of ether-potent mind beneath flouncing doll-curls of obsidian. Her dainty face mingles a cherubic roundness with the Elfin lines of elegance, so often demure and blushing; a dimpling rosebud mouth; long and sleek earpoints to further accentuate her heritage; birdlike bones supple in a petite build. Yet for all the artistic crafting of features, individually pert and exquisite, the sum of delicate parts creates a portrait face that is, at most, classically plain. Leave her willow-slender as one of the fae-blood, graceful in the Romanesque tunics she prefers, modest even in their slight length and gossamer appearance.

The quiver of arrows beneath her velvet cape is alternately a bouquet of sharpened bolts and stunningly-bright wildflowers. For she will forever be that mix of springtime child-woman and wild captured female. Those who know her will become witness to tempestuous conversation either as fleeting and darting as a tiny stormcloud, or dulcet and maidenly as any creature of the ether. And perhaps they will come to know the drifting, pure spellwork of her silvery lullabies.

She is like a tiny rabbit often huddled beyond searching glances, white fingers clutching to hemlines, tender smiles the companions of fearful pale-crystal eyes. Since she has taken residence in the upper rooms of the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she is most often seen as the flitting specter-haunt of the corridor, a black-ringleted doll-statuette perched at the foot of the stairs, waiting.

==History==

From a foundling, she was the innocent allure of a seraph; endeared to the tyrant who claimed her for the simple mesmeric lilt of her nature. He found it to be decadent capture of Elvish prize; one of the breeder-women had borne her only to leave her toddling and crying in his sanctum. Such was the degenerate custom of the lowborn, the sacrificial offerings of infant-flesh. But she is one who grew to budding femininity and inquisitive, virtuous purity wrapped in the tutelage and airy, dulcet glitter of powerful civilization.

Addicting, then, to have this one's vulnerable teacup chin pressed to a royal knee, the nearness of her countenance's naive adoration. Hedonistically he trained frail young hands in the art of archery, the deadly beauty of fairy-arrows. It was compellingly obsessive, too, to teach her the work of lutes and harps, to create a timid symphony of delicious sound from her divine aural melodies. Her very body, fragile essence, and preciously gentle spirit are now the dainty commodity of her province's highest Warlord, her hypnotic talents his wizard-magic to wield.

Her lot is one of slavery, of possessive silver chains, obedient decorum, and powerful bonds. Her south-country Elf-kind are those bred to be property in subjugation.

And her [[Myrken Wood]] errand is one most peculiar, and decidedly morbid.

==In Amasynia==

- Her arrival in the company of one roguish [[Kaelum]] was enchantingly innocent at first glance. However, as with all things in time, the truth of the travelling elfling and her comrade is now being questioned, and answers remained locked on a timid tongue.

- One so small is still one of bloodied hands. A most brutal and gruesome act of frightened passion was witnessed by demoness [[Lokelei]], who for her threatening taunts and chaotic merriment received an elf-arrow lodged in her throat. This, however, created more problems than it solved. There's talk, now, of souls, and half-souls bonded together, of nightmares and shared pain.

- [[Audmathus]] extracted young Reverie from the upstairs chamber she shares with adopted foster-sister [[Alli]], to bring the surface-elf before his mistress, [[Faeryl]]. Left in the violent wake of the kidnapping were only childish storybooks strewn about and overturned furniture, elf-blood on pillowcases, and an arrow-point lodged into chamber-wall.

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Revania Rin`arie

2006-04-23T19:46:24Z

Reverie:

'''Revania Rin`Arie''', the nymphlike daughter of [[Heath]]'s untamed southern wild. Her timid nature and childish tendencies are as skittishly fragile as any wide-eyed pale doe. She is a tiny thing most often skirting open places for the sensitive comfort of quiet corners, a black-and-white vision of downcast eyes and the wispy flow of silk.

The Elf's little form is ethereal and dreamlike, the flawless manifestation of her name. From a foundling, she was the innocent allure of a seraph; endeared to the tyrant who claimed her for the simple mesmeric lilt of her nature. He found it to be decadent capture of Elvish prize; one of the breeder-women had borne her only to leave her toddling and crying in his sanctum. Such was the degenerate custom of the lowborn, the sacrificial offerings of infant-flesh. But she is one who grew to budding femininity and inquisitive, virtuous purity wrapped in the tutelage and airy, dulcet glitter of powerful civilization.

Addicting, then, to have this one's vulnerable teacup chin pressed to a royal knee, the nearness of her countenance's naive adoration. Hedonistically he trained frail young hands in the art of archery, the deadly beauty of fairy-arrows. It was compellingly obsessive, too, to teach her the work of lutes and harps, to create a timid symphony of delicious sound from her divine aural melodies. Her very body, fragile essence, and preciously gentle spirit are now the dainty commodity of her province's highest Warlord, her hypnotic talents his wizard-magic to wield.

Her lot is one of slavery, of possessive silver chains, obedient decorum, and powerful bonds. Her south-country Elf-kind are those bred to be property in subjugation.

And her [[Myrken Wood]] errand is one most peculiar, and decidedly morbid.

Reverie is small as a child, a creature the epitome of delicate, porcelain china-quality. A dreaming innocent of ether-potent mind beneath flouncing doll-curls of obsidian. Her dainty face mingles a cherubic roundness with the Elfin lines of elegance, so often demure and blushing; a dimpling rosebud mouth; long and sleek earpoints to further accentuate her heritage; birdlike bones supple in a petite build. Yet for all the artistic crafting of features, individually pert and exquisite, the sum of delicate parts creates a portrait face that is, at most, classically plain. Leave her willow-slender as one of the fae-blood, graceful in the Romanesque tunics she prefers, modest even in their slight length and gossamer appearance.

The quiver of arrows beneath her velvet cape is alternately a bouquet of sharpened bolts and stunningly-bright wildflowers. For she will forever be that mix of springtime child-woman and wild captured female. Those who know her will become witness to tempestuous conversation either as fleeting and darting as a tiny stormcloud, or dulcet and maidenly as any creature of the ether. And perhaps they will come to know the drifting, pure spellwork of her silvery lullabies.

She is like a tiny rabbit often huddled beyond searching glances, white fingers clutching to hemlines, tender smiles the companions of fearful pale-crystal eyes. Since she has taken residence in the upper rooms of the [[Broken Dagger (Inn)|Broken Dagger]], she is most often seen as the flitting specter-haunt of the corridor, a black-ringleted doll-statuette perched at the foot of the stairs, waiting.

==In Amasynia==

- Her arrival in the company of one roguish [[Kaelum]] was enchantingly innocent at first glance. However, as with all things in time, the truth of the travelling elfling and her comrade is now being questioned, and answers remained locked on a timid tongue.

- One so small is still one of bloodied hands. A most brutal and gruesome act of frightened passion was witnessed by demoness [[Lokelei]], who for her threatening taunts and chaotic merriment received an elf-arrow lodged in her throat. This, however, created more problems than it solved. There's talk, now, of souls, and half-souls bonded together, of nightmares and shared pain.

- [[Audmathus]] extracted young Reverie from the upstairs chamber she shares with adopted foster-sister [[Alli]], to bring the surface-elf before his mistress, [[Faeryl]]. Left in the violent wake of the kidnapping were only childish storybooks strewn about and overturned furniture, elf-blood on pillowcases, and an arrow-point lodged into chamber-wall.

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Revania Rin`arie

2006-04-23T19:30:28Z

Reverie:

'''Revania Rin`Arie''', the nymphlike daughter of Heath's untamed southern wild. Her timid nature and childish tendencies are as skittishly fragile as any wide-eyed pale doe. She is a tiny thing most often skirting open places for the sensitive comfort of quiet corners, a black-and-white vision of downcast eyes and the wispy flow of silk.

The Elf's little form is ethereal and dreamlike, the flawless manifestation of her name. From a foundling, she was the living, innocent allure of a siren; endeared to the tyrant who laid claim to her for the simple mesmeric lilt of her nature. He found it to be decadent capture of Elvish prize; one of the breeder-women had borne her only to leave her toddling and crying in his sanctum. Such was the degenerate custom of the lowborn, the sacrificial offerings of infant-flesh. But she is one who grew to budding femininity and inquisitive, virtuous purity wrapped in the tutelage and airy, dulcet glitter of powerful civilization.

Addicting, then, to have this one's vulnerable teacup chin pressed to a royal knee, the nearness of her countenance's naive adoration. Hedonistically he trained frail young hands in the art of archery, the deadly beauty of fairy-arrows. It was compellingly obsessive, too, to teach her the work of lutes and harps, to create a timid symphony of delicious sound from her divine aural melodies. Her very body, fragile essence, and preciously gentle spirit are now the dainty commodity of her province's highest Warlord, her hypnotic talents his wizard-magic to wield.

Her lot is one of slavery, of possessive silver chains, obedient decorum, and powerful bonds. Her south-country Elf-kind are those bred to be property in subjugation.

And her [[Myrken Wood]] errand is one most peculiar, and decidedly morbid.

Reverie is small as a child, a creature the epitome of delicate, porcelain china-quality. A dreaming innocent of ether-potent mind beneath flouncing doll-curls of obsidian. Her dainty face mingles a cherubic roundness with the Elfin lines of elegance, so often demure and blushing; a dimpling rosebud mouth; long and sleek earpoints to further accentuate her heritage; birdlike bones supple in a petite build. Yet for all the artistic crafting of features, individually pert and exquisite, the sum of delicate parts creates a portrait face that is, at most, classically plain. Leave her willow-slender as one of the fae-blood, graceful in the Romanesque tunics she prefers, modest even in their slight length and gossamer appearance.

The quiver of arrows beneath her velvet cape is alternately a bouquet of sharpened bolts and stunningly-bright wildflowers. For she will forever be that mix of springtime child-woman and wild captured female. Those who know her will become witness to tempestuous conversation either as fleeting and darting as a tiny stormcloud, or dulcet and maidenly as any creature of the ether. And perhaps they will come to know the drifting, pure spellwork of her silvery lullabies.

She is like a tiny rabbit often huddled beyond searching glances, white fingers clutching to hemlines, tender smiles the companions of fearful pale-crystal eyes. Since she has taken residence in the upper rooms of the Broken Dagger, she is most often seen as the flitting specter-haunt of the corridor, a black-ringleted doll-statuette perched at the foot of the stairs, waiting.

==In Amasynia==

- Her arrival in the company of one roguish [[Kaelum]] was enchantingly innocent at first glance. However, as with all things in time, the truth of the travelling elfling and her comrade is now being questioned, and answers remained locked on a timid tongue.

- One so small is still one of bloodied hands. A most brutal and gruesome act of frightened passion was witnessed by demoness [[Lokelei]], who for her threatening taunts and chaotic merriment received an elf-arrow lodged in her throat. This, however, created more problems than it solved. There's talk, now, of souls, and half-souls bonded together, of nightmares and shared pain.

- [[Audmathus]] extracted young Reverie from the upstairs chamber she shares with adopted foster-sister [[Alli]], to bring the surface-elf before his mistress, [[Faeryl]]. Left in the violent wake of the kidnapping were only childish storybooks strewn about and overturned furniture, elf-blood on pillowcases, and an arrow-point lodged into chamber-wall.

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Revania Rin`arie

2006-04-22T05:14:00Z

Reverie:

'''Revania Rin`Arie''', the nymphlike daughter of Heath's untamed southern wild. Her timid nature and childish tendencies are as skittishly fragile as any wide-eyed pale doe. She is a tiny thing most often skirting open places for the sensitive comfort of quiet corners, a black-and-white vision of downcast eyes.

The Elf's form is ethereal and dreamlike, the flawless manifestation of her name. From a foundling, she was the living, innocent allure of a siren; endeared to the tyrant who laid claim to her for the simple mesmeric lilt of her nature. Addicting, to have her vulnerable teacup chin pressed to a royal knee, the nearness of her countenance's naive adoration. Hedonistically he trained frail young hands in the art of archery, the deadly beauty of fairy-arrows. Decadent capture of Elvish prey. Her very body, fragile essence, and preciously gentle spirit now the dainty commodity of her province's highest Warlord, her hypnotic talents his wizard-magic to wield.

Her lot is one of slavery, of possessive silver chains, obedient decorum, and powerful bonds. Her south-country Elf-kind are those bred to be property in subjugation.

And her [[Myrken Wood]] errand is one most peculiar, and decidedly morbid.

Reverie is small as a child, a creature the epitome of delicate, porcelain china-quality. A dreaming innocent of ether-potent mind beneath flouncing doll-curls of obsidian. Her dainty face mingles a cherubic roundness with the Elfin lines of elegance, so often demure and blushing; a dimpling rosebud mouth; long and sleek earpoints to further accentuate her heritage; birdlike bones supple in a petite build. Yet for all the artistic crafting of features, individually pert and exquisite, the sum of delicate parts creates a portrait face that is, at most, classically plain. Leave her willow-slender as one of the fae-blood, graceful in the Romanesque tunics she prefers, modest even in their slight length and gossamer appearance.

The quiver of arrows beneath her velvet cape is alternately a bouquet of sharpened bolts and stunningly-bright wildflowers. For she will forever be that mix of eternal spring maiden and wild captured female. Those who know her will become witness to tempestuous conversation either as fleeting and darting as a tiny stormcloud, or dulcet and maidenly as any creature of the ether. And perhaps they will come to know the drifting, pure spellwork of her silvery lullabies.

She is like a tiny rabbit often huddled beyond searching glances, white fingers clutching to hemlines, tender smiles the companions of fearful pale-crystal eyes. Since she has taken residence in the upper rooms of the Broken Dagger, she is most often seen as the flitting specter-haunt of the corridor, a black-ringleted doll-statuette perched at the foot of the stairs, waiting.

==In Amasynia==

- Her arrival in the company of one roguish [[Kaelum]] was enchantingly innocent at first glance. However, as with all things in time, the truth of the travelling elfling and her comrade is now being questioned, and answers remained locked on a timid tongue.

- One so small is still one of bloodied hands. A most brutal and gruesome act of frightened passion was witnessed by demoness [[Lokelei]], who for her threatening taunts and chaotic merriment received an elf-arrow lodged in her throat. This, however, created more problems than it solved. There's talk, now, of souls, and half-souls bonded together, of nightmares and shared pain.

- [[Audmathus]] extracted young Reverie from the upstairs chamber she shares with adopted foster-sister [[Alli]], to bring the surface-elf before his mistress, [[Faeryl]]. Left in the violent wake of the kidnapping were only childish storybooks strewn about and overturned furniture, elf-blood on pillowcases, and an arrow-point lodged into chamber-wall.

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Revania Rin`arie

2006-04-19T16:19:12Z

Reverie:

"My songbird..."

"My tender one..."

"My doll..."

"My bane..."

Here is the nymphlike daughter of Heath's untamed southern wild. Her timid nature, childish tendencies as skittishly fragile as any wide-eyed pale doe. She is a tiny thing most often skirting open places for the sensitive comfort of quiet corners, a black-and-white vision of downcast eyes.

The Elf's fleeting form is ethereal and dreamlike, the flawless manifestation of one so aptly named. From a foundling, she was the living, innocent allure of a wispy sweet siren-voice; endeared to the tyrant who laid claim to her for the simple mesmeric lilt of her nature. Addicting, to have her vulnerable teacup chin pressed to a royal knee, the nearness of her countenance's naive adoration. How hedonistic, then, to train frail young hands in the art of archery, the deadly beauty of fairy-arrows. How decadent. Her very body, fragile essence, and preciously gentle spirit now the dainty commodity of her province's highest Warlord, her hypnotic talents his wizard-magic to wield.

Her lot is one of slavery, of possessive silver chains, obedient decorum, and powerful bonds. Her south-country Elf-kind are those bred to be property.

And her [[Myrken Wood]] errand is one most peculiar, and decidedly morbid.

She is as small as a child, a creature the epitome of delicate, porcelain china-quality. The innocent herald of dreamstuff with an ether-potent mind beneath flouncing doll-curls of obsidian. A dainty face mingling the roundness of cherubic design with the Elfin lines of elegance, so often demure and blushing; a dimpling rosebud mouth; long and sleek earpoints to further accentuate her heritage; birdlike bones supple in a petite build. Yet for all the artistic crafting of features, individually pert and exquisite, the sum of delicate parts creates a portrait face that is, at most, classically plain. Leave her willow-slender as one of the fae-blood, graceful in the Romanesque tunics she prefers, modest even in their slight length and gossamer appearance.

The quiver of arrows beneath her velvet cape is alternately a bouquet of sharpened bolts and stunningly-bright wildflowers. For she will forever be that mix of eternal spring maiden and wild captured female. Those who know her will become witness to tempestuous conversation either as fleeting and darting as a tiny stormcloud, or dulcet and dream-eyed as any creature of the ether. And perhaps they will come to know the drifting, pure spellwork of her silvery lullabies.

Hers is an exquisite rabbit-nature that leaves her often huddled beyond searching glances, white fingers clutching to hemlines, tender smiles the companions of fearful pale-crystal eyes. Since she has taken residence in the upper rooms of the Broken Dagger, she is most often seen as the flitting specter-haunt of the corridor, a black-ringleted doll-statuette perched at the foot of the stairs, waiting.

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