Hey everyone! My FL Drelana's bio has been re-approved and she's ready for RPing! I know we can't post bios here, but my character's bio is fresh on the bio board for anyone who wants to read it. Drelana is a huntress and an adventurer, and can be in any location since I haven't RPed her yet. Let me know if you wanna RP or if there's an open RP I can join!

i wouldn't complain. There are as many pints of ale around here as there are blades of grass ;P

Don't have one :P and you?

Sent it in! :D

Goodmorning Beauties!! A couple girls and I are working on three Freelander sister characters who own a fine establishment with a tavern downstairs and rooms for guests upstairs and - ahem - possibly company in the rooms (don't worry DM staff, we're keepin' it PG13). So here we're doing a little market research, where would YOU like us to situate our business? Caemlyn? Tar Valon? Carhein? Lugard? Another place?

The majority will *probably* win this!

Sounds wonderful!!! Thanks for the welcome back, and for my bio! So glad to be around again :D

Arlow, the character was already approved a lonnnng time ago, back when I first composed the bio in like 2006.

This looks really good, and I need to get my freelander started since I haven't roleplayed her at all...if there's room I'd love to join :)

My freelander is Drelana the Huntress, I can put up the bio if you want:)

Hey!! i used to play a character in the BotRH called Lavena...i killed her off about 5 years ago and i'd like to resurrect her. One problem i'm having is that i can't seem to locate her bio anywhere :S Help please! :)

Badriyah did not like the way the Accepted looked at her. As though she understood more than she let on, something the novice found unnerving. Lillian could not be trusted with everything – no one could – and Badriyah was not about to make this woman’s day by telling it all. She had spoken enough already. The brown-haired girl found herself wondering when her roommate would return, though she managed not to glance at the door anxiously as she was grilled by the company.

“My father tortured me. He tortured many people in Lugard, though I was probably the only one he did not care to kill.” I might’ve been better off dead, she thought as she paused before continuing, “My father didn’t really teach me, so much as I was forced to observe...upon occasion.” It wasn’t really true but it sounded alright to her. She had been taught, though she prayed no one would figure it out, especially not this Lillian. A person would really have to see my work...and how nice it’d be to show certain people... And it was with great effort that the psychopath forced herself to stay focused on the conversation, tearing her mind away from her sadistic visions.

Badriyah

The man she was fighting’s words barely had time to register with Drelana before he reached for his belt, as though for another weapon. The huntress tensed, gripping the hilt of her dirk hard as she awaited another weapon of some sort to be drawn. Somewhere in the back of her mind, beyond the almost deafening pounding of her heart, she wondered about what he said, Rob? I didn’t rob him! What in Shayol Ghul does he mean? But she was too worked up to think it through clearly; the man’s hand was reaching for something…but she couldn’t see any signs of a concealed weapon. Light!

And then he extracted a pouch – of all things – from his belt, the sort that one might expect to hold gold coins, and tossed it at her. Only no sound, no clinking of coins came from it, which was odd to say the least. The pouch hit the edge of her blade, tearing open, releasing powdered black pepper into the breeze that was now blowing straight in her direction. Drelana sneezed again and again, a strangely innocent sound in that setting; like the voice of a child on a battlefield. Between sneezes, the young woman saw the man bounding towards her, steel cutting through the air soundlessly. “Burn you!” she managed, as she deflected his attack clumsily, and then tried to send one of her own. Drelana no longer had a stable stance, however, and when the pepper-thrower blocked the awkward thrust of her dirk, the force of it caused her to lose her balance. The huntress landed on her back in the mud, her dirk somewhere beyond her reach.

Fear rose instinctively in the nineteen-year-old as the man she had attacked stood over her, raising his sword. Thoughts swept by frantically as she tried to figure a way out of this mess. And then suddenly it struck her that if this man thought she was a thief he probably assumed that because the drunk had tried to rob him and then she had helped the drunk by attacking him. She hadn’t seen the villager steal or threaten, but perhaps she had missed it, or missed some earlier encounter between the two. She had a very, very slight chance that if this man knew the truth he might step back. If he didn’t, her options were either to try to roll away on the ground, though it would be difficult since there were rocks strewn about the area, or if she managed to get the knife she had tucked in her leather out in time she could aim low and stab him in the gut as he bent to kill her. Drelana reached into her armor as she said viciously, “Kill me and you’ll be killing an innocent. Ask in the town: they know me, I help them.” The young woman couldn’t be sure, but she thought she could read hesitation in the man’s eyes, though for the most part they seemed angry and determined. "Go ahead, murderer."

Drelana

Badriyah could hardly believe the woman didn’t believe her! She had spoken as convincingly as she could, but again and again the Accepted saw through it. A trick I must learn, she thought gloomily. It was probably true, what the other said about the Mistress of Novices not being as understanding as she would be. And it would probably be better that fewer people knew about. Being taken to the Mistress of Novices would make the whole thing as good as news within the novice quarters, she suspected. But, how do I know she isn’t going to take me anyway? Badriyah frowned slightly; that was a risk she was just going to have to take. In any case this Accepted would find out, one way or another.

The young psychopath sighed sincerely as she felt her fatigue at her long trip and exciting day beginning to return. She really wasn’t up to being beaten tonight; she would need to be alert and pulled together in the next few days as her life at the White Tower began. Badriyah tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear and she met the other woman’s steady gaze with resignation, “Alright. The show’s over. What happened was the girl approached me with the intentions of stealing my bedsheets. I had told her she couldn’t have them and I did not want her to take them. They are mine,” she said that last as though it were the simplest logic, and then, “That’s how the fight began. As I said, I had intended to hurt her with the glass, perhaps even kill her. I saved it because I supposed that I might have cause to make use of it later on, if she tries to irritate me again.” It was the truth, missing some details that the novice thought were better left concealed, but that was basically how it was.

The white-clad girl almost wished she could bring herself to say sorry and mean it. She tried hard to bring up any feelings of guilt or regret she could but found none. If she were to face the same situation again she would behave the same way. Badriyah sat uncaring in the silence, adding after a moment, “I’m not going to apologize since you don’t want me to lie any more,” the psychopath yawned disrespectfully as she continued, “I would that you didn’t tell the Mistress of Novices about this. Believe me, a beating will just enrage me, it won’t make me any sorrier or less dangerous. I’m accustomed to pain.”

“Now, names if you please. Yours and the girl’s.”

Badriyah

"Mwahahaha!!!"

Badriyah stood staring at the door dumbfounded after the light-cursed Accepted left with her scowling roommate. That was sudden! She had given absolutely no indication of whether or not she believed the young brunette’s little act. How frustrating!! Light torment her as she torments me! she prayed silently, with gritted teeth; and for the next few moments let her imagination run wild.

It was quite awhile before Badriyah managed to decide whether or not she would comply and clean up. She went over the image of herself weeping and begging forgiveness again and again. Would it do for her not to clean up the glass? What would the Accepted make of her disobedience after her words? It would give the woman more reason not to believe her act. Even if she didn’t fall for it, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll have a beating, maybe even get a few extra chores to do. I can take any of that. Why should I clean up the flaming gl- and then the psychopath realized that it would be to her own benefit were she to take care of the shards on the floor, because she could save them and make use of them when her cravings grew strong. Maybe even use them on her roommate. Light! Brilliance!

Dropping to her knees, she began to gather the little potential weapons in her hands slowly so as to enjoy the blood from the little cuts that appeared on her hands and stained the broken pieces of window beautifully. She made sure to put all the larger bits under her bed, and the tiny ones she managed to see she collected and threw out. Badriyah then settled down on the edge of her bed and stared at her hands, wiping the blood all over them. Maybe when her superior returned she would feel sorry for the girl with bleeding hands. Even better!

As time passed Badriyah began to wonder where the Accepted had taken the theif she was being forced to share her room with. The only thing she could think of was that she was being punished, which was absolutely fine with Badriyah. There was plenty of reason to punish her afterall, she wanted to run away, she stole from people, she used bad language, she spoke back to Accepted...

The young woman lifted her tearstained face as the door of her chamber swung open.

Badriyah

Drelana - FL :D

great to have had ya as a group leader, James^^ *hugs*

It was the evening and Drelana was trying her best not to worry over her missing younger sister as she started out from a village she had been stranded at for two days through thunderstorms. It had been almost a week since she had last seen her parents and they had told her of her sister’s disappearance and the more the nineteen-year-old thought about it the more confused she was. Her sister had not seemed unsatisfied with life on the farm last time she had seen her but it was true that Drelana had never gotten as close to her as she would’ve liked to, the five-year gap between the two making it difficult for them to find many topics of conversation that each found entertaining. Light protect the foolish child. she prayed as she padded through the mud, grateful for the well-made boots that protected her feet from the cold, slippery path.

Being out among the wilderness had a way of cheering up the huntress and she smiled as she began to feel the chill of the moist air around her through the leather vest she wore. She blew her dark bangs out of her face and pushed her long hair back over her shoulder with a small, happy laugh at absolutely nothing. She felt so much better already! Drelana doubted anything could ruin her sudden unexpected good mood. She wouldn’t even be irritated if it rained again, she’d simply walk about in the shower until she could not stand being soaked, and then would head back to the village for another night at the inn. No, not even the prospect of possibly having to return to civilization would affect her cheerfulness.

It was just as the violet-eyed girl had added a little skip to her step that she recognized human voices exchanging words outside near a tent that hadn’t been obvious to her when she was further off. She stopped near where two men stood, believing herself to be seen and hadn’t time to realize she wasn’t as a drunken lout from the village threw his arm around another and bellowed something almost incomprehensible into the brown-haired man’s ear. Abruptly and without any obvious reason she could detect the one who was evidently sober and looked to be in a dark mood shoved the drunk aside and the next thing she knew the two had swords drawn and were clashing about wildly. Drelana quickly tried to see the faces of the fighters and recognized the drunk almost immediately as being a man from the village who was disliked by many, though everyone had different reasons for shunning him. He had never done anything wrong except drink excessively that Drelana had noticed, and certainly in this situation he had done nothing to deserve the attack the other made on him.

As she stood trying desperately to decide what to do the villager was defeated and pushed into a puddle where he thrashed about, struggling to breathe. The look on the attacker’s face made Drelana doubt he intended to allow the poor man to live. So, without much further thought, Drelana skirted the tent, stalked over to the stranger from behind, and tried to pull enough strength together to punch him hard in the small of his back, though once she had given the blow she immediately wished she hadn’t, as she could be almost absolutely certain it had hurt her fist more than it had his back. As he spun around, eyes glittering with rage, she hastily unsheathed the dirk that hung from her belt and ducked just in time to miss a swing that might’ve taken her head. She tightened her grip on her blade and aimed an awkward thrust at the man’s middle that only just touched him before he danced out of the way.

Her pulse sped in the thrill of the fight and anticipation and she kicked the man in the mud and said, “Help me, you lazy fool!” but all she got out of the winded drunk was an almost inaudible grunt. The huntress gritted her teeth and faced the armed man again, so I’ll have to do this bastard’s dirty work for him?

OOC: I wasn't sure where your char was, so I assumed near a village; is that alright? plz pm me if you need me to change it :). Also, sorry about the late post, we had a blackout so I couldn't use the compy yesterday.

Drelana

Drelana was startled to hear what sounded like a cough from among the shrubs nearby. Her eyes flashed in the direction, but she quickly dismissed the sound as some sort of animal or the cracking of branches being pushed together by the breeze when she failed to recognize anything out-of-ordinary. The young woman turned casually and was about to approach her croaking prey when the cough sounded again, clear and unmistakable this time. She spun, raising her bow as anxiety began to take hold when she couldn’t see anyone. And then the stranger emerged and Drelana became momentarily paralyzed by the sight before her.

“I see you, wetlander,” said a shockingly tall man (and Drelana was considered by no means short for a woman) as he straightened, a fierce-looking beast materializing at his side. The man had flame-colored hair that stood out in sharp contrast to his bright blue eyes; and skin tanned golden by the sun. His familiar was just as striking, a predator, by its appearance, and of deadly fighting potential, a creature of the like Drelana could never recall laying eyes on herself. An unearthly beam of sunlight shining down on the almost god-like pair enhanced the sudden strange idea the young woman got that this was a visitation by some beautiful, though possibly evil, storybook apparition. She was as awed as she was frightened.

“I only want to talk, and I’d hate to dance when the pipers aren’t here to play. I am Cor, a Stone Dog of the Deep Shade sept of the Dragonmount Aiel. May you find water and shade this day.”

The cheerful introduction enlightened Drelana as to his origins, and she couldn’t help but believe that part of what he said since, now that she thought about it, everything about him seemed to fit the descriptions she had heard of Aiel; everything except the beast. However, the huntress still felt uneasy around the man; but she knew that holding the bow up at him was sure to get either him or his pet agitated, so she returned the arrow to the quiver at her hip and swung the bow onto her back, complying to his suggestion.

Drelana took a couple of careful steps forward, saying, “My name is Drelana, I am from the southern land of Tear and I am a huntress. But just because I’m a woman and I’m young doesn’t mean I’m fool enough to trust an armed stranger, Master Cor,” she paused, violet eyes cold and wary, then said, “Make yourself vulnerable.”

Drelana doubted he would acquiesce. Even if he does disarm himself he is far from vulnerable.   It was an effort for her not to rest her hand on the hilt of the dirk, or slip out the knife she had hidden beneath her leather vest. Drelana looked him up and down and realized that her best bet would be to run if he attacked her, though she highly doubted she could outrun the towering man, much less the lion. Unease threatened to take hold and she fought it off as she silently hoped what he said was true and that she had not offended him.

yay!! looks good, I'll try to get a post up a little later today :D

Welcome back mentee!!!! :P

**hugs**

lol sure, sounds good :D

For pre-main timeline RPs my char is in the south somewhere, lara. I'm thinkin of movin her^. A fight sounds good dorrin, but my char isn’t the type to fight other humans; could you attack me or something?

Afternoon had just arrived, bringing with it lengthening shadows that somehow seemed to enhance the beauty of the outdoors. Trees glittered and sang as their leaves swished together and the musical voices of many flying creatures ebbed continuously on the softly sighing wind. Drelana lost herself in it all, as though she were not some naturally corrupt human, but one of the magical things that resided untamed beyond the realms of cities and settlements. It had been a wonderful day, just as every day she spent among nature had been. Drelana’s muscles ached slightly at the rushing pace she had set all morning and there was a vague gnawing in her stomach, but she was in rapture. She was flying.

The young woman began to slow reluctantly as she neared her northern destination, thinking of a day a few years ago when she had told her father that she would not be staying with them, that she had decided to leave to pursue her dream of learning more about what she had some small amount of knowledge of, and smiled sadly recalling how difficult it had been for them both. Immediately after that she had taken to traveling as a distraction from worries for her sister and grief for her uncle.

Drelana wished she had gone to live with her uncle earlier than she had so that she could’ve been trained more. He might’ve had the chance to see her quite skilled had she had those extra years of training; which was actually why she found herself in a land she might never have desired to go. She wanted to learn about the different terrain that different parts of the world held, and she wanted to find someone to teach her a little more and she had heard that there were many fighters in Cairhien and figured a fighter would be able to help her. And so the young huntress found herself in this dreaful, war-filled nation of suffering people and of people who inflicted suffering.

Drelana crept into a large copse to find something to shoot; having neglected to eat even a small morsel of bread for breakfast, her hunger was escalating and she looked foreword to having some meat for brunch. She took off her cloak so that she could creep into little spaces without it getting caught on branches, tucked it into her pack and then put an arrow to her bow, before creeping into where the vegetation ran thicker. The young huntress managed to reach a clearing before she detected any sign of something she could eat and then just a few paces from where she stood she sighted a rabbit, raised her bow and pulled the arrow back, pulling in a breath as she did so. Drelana fell into deep concentration becoming utterly unaware of her surroundings, save for the little creature she hunted. She no longer felt the breeze stirring her loose, dark hair, no longer noticed the sun warming her cheek, or heard the music of birds and insects. She knew not that she had been being watched, and was now completely unaware of the stranger who lurked nearby.

OOC: Hope it's ok; tell me if you'd like me to change anything^

Drelana

I want RPs!! Not enough atm, so I just wrote a FL bio and want some rpin!!

Here's my char's bio:

http://forums.dragonmount.com/index.php/topic,17870.0.html

So if anyone has any ideas post or pm me plz :D

Drelana

ty sweetie!! ***hugs***

For an instant Badriyah could almost swear that the Aes Seai before her was at least a little offended by the way she had spoken, but then whatever she had been able to discern became utterly invisible to her to the extent that for a moment she had to wonder if that was what she had really read. The psychopath longed suddenly (and rather surprisingly) for the day when she’d be able to conceal things and fool people so well, a day she hoped would come. She would walk the world as an ageless goddess and do absolutely as she pleased with no care for others, just as she had before, but she wouldn’t have to take such great care to make sure no one found out about her killings. Ahh, what a day that would be!

The crazed girl was brought out of the fearful, blood-soaked world she envisioned so rapturously abruptly as her superior spoke, “She is waiting for you elsewhere. I will lead you to her.” and then, “Follow.” Badriyah waited and watched a moment before obeying, stepping along rather carelessly until they reached a door that led to a room the novice suspected lodged Vera Sedai; and was completely taken aback when the Gray sister escorting her turned the door handle and entered the room, leaving the door ajar for Badriyah to enter and then closing it behind her.

Such a fool, she thought about herself, That I didn’t automatically assume a woman lingering in the corridor so near Vera Sedai’s quarters wasn’t the Aes Sedai I’ve been looking for herself! though Badriyah couldn’t really decide whether or not she wanted her mentor to know how she felt about Aes Sedai. Perhaps it would prove to be a good thing, was what the young woman tried to convince herself of, though a whisper of unease hissed to her.

Badriyah