❊ General Info❊
❧ Name: Lírel
Meaning:
Song/Poem (lîr)
Female (el)
(lîr+el)
❧ Nickname:
❧ Gender: ♀
❧ Age: 3050
❧ Marital Status: Smitten
❧ Occupation: Calls herself a Shut in.
❧ Sexuality: Pansexual
❧ Temperament: Flighty, she would rather run then stay and fight, quiet and yet she can stir up quite a bit of b***h if she needs to speak her mind about something. Or she clams up and hopes whoever she is near will just go away.
❧ Ability: Light on her feet, nearly silent as she walks
❧ Interests: Books, Drawing and sometimes singing when she is by herself.
❧ Art:
❋ Physical Traits ❋
❧ Zodiac: ♑
❧ Place of Birth: Beyond the Misty Mountains
❧ Race: Elf
❧ Height: 5'6
❧ Build: Slim and slender all around..
❧ Skin Color: Light, fair toned
❧ Natural Eye Color: Bright blue
❧ Natural Hair Color: Creamy Off White/Beige/Blonde
❧ Hair Length: To the ground and then some.
❧ Extras: Normally seen with a crown of flowers handmade by herself from the forest, a white band of ribbon around her neck and a simple gold chain along her waist over her skirt.
❇ Bio ❇
Lirel has always been a clever girl, taking after her mother in more ways than one. Bright girl, bright future. Until her mother's passing.. after losing her mother, the little girl soon became a shut in, quiet and shy, never wishing to speak with anyone longer than she had to and never sticking around. She had only a few things left behind from her mother and she loved them more than anything else, a story book, a sketch book and a simple gold chain. Though as she was, she was simply frowned upon by her father, he didn't like how his little girl had gone from an adventurer to a shut in with his wife's passing. But he also began to hate that she looked more and more like her mother as she grew up, with that hate he began writing letters. Those letters were to send her out on 'adventures' that would likely never have her coming home again. But each time she did, she would return once more, with cuts and an even more hollow expression on her face. So each time she was sent away again, never knowing the letters themselves actually wrote that she was currently single and that whoever read the letter had all rights to do as they please to her upon her arrival. Each time she would run from them, cut up, clothes torn and crying her way home. Until finally on her latest trip, her father dared it upon himself to send her to Greenwood. A letter to two this time, the king and prince of the place, she's never met them. But Greenwood felt like a second home to her, always in hiding over there, to draw or read. Never knowing that she was actually being watched all the same, the night she was finally into the Greenwoods, there was a party and she nearly tripped into the Prince, Thranduil... A rocky meeting, was the start of something more...
❧ Name: Lírel
Meaning:
Song/Poem (lîr)
Female (el)
(lîr+el)
❧ Nickname:
❧ Gender: ♀
❧ Age: 3050
❧ Marital Status: Smitten
❧ Occupation: Calls herself a Shut in.
❧ Sexuality: Pansexual
❧ Temperament: Flighty, she would rather run then stay and fight, quiet and yet she can stir up quite a bit of b***h if she needs to speak her mind about something. Or she clams up and hopes whoever she is near will just go away.
❧ Ability: Light on her feet, nearly silent as she walks
❧ Interests: Books, Drawing and sometimes singing when she is by herself.
❧ Art:
❋ Physical Traits ❋
❧ Zodiac: ♑
❧ Place of Birth: Beyond the Misty Mountains
❧ Race: Elf
❧ Height: 5'6
❧ Build: Slim and slender all around..
❧ Skin Color: Light, fair toned
❧ Natural Eye Color: Bright blue
❧ Natural Hair Color: Creamy Off White/Beige/Blonde
❧ Hair Length: To the ground and then some.
❧ Extras: Normally seen with a crown of flowers handmade by herself from the forest, a white band of ribbon around her neck and a simple gold chain along her waist over her skirt.
❇ Bio ❇
Lirel has always been a clever girl, taking after her mother in more ways than one. Bright girl, bright future. Until her mother's passing.. after losing her mother, the little girl soon became a shut in, quiet and shy, never wishing to speak with anyone longer than she had to and never sticking around. She had only a few things left behind from her mother and she loved them more than anything else, a story book, a sketch book and a simple gold chain. Though as she was, she was simply frowned upon by her father, he didn't like how his little girl had gone from an adventurer to a shut in with his wife's passing. But he also began to hate that she looked more and more like her mother as she grew up, with that hate he began writing letters. Those letters were to send her out on 'adventures' that would likely never have her coming home again. But each time she did, she would return once more, with cuts and an even more hollow expression on her face. So each time she was sent away again, never knowing the letters themselves actually wrote that she was currently single and that whoever read the letter had all rights to do as they please to her upon her arrival. Each time she would run from them, cut up, clothes torn and crying her way home. Until finally on her latest trip, her father dared it upon himself to send her to Greenwood. A letter to two this time, the king and prince of the place, she's never met them. But Greenwood felt like a second home to her, always in hiding over there, to draw or read. Never knowing that she was actually being watched all the same, the night she was finally into the Greenwoods, there was a party and she nearly tripped into the Prince, Thranduil... A rocky meeting, was the start of something more...
