[Savriel]

Full Name: Savriel Stormseeker
Nicknames: Sav, Savri, Savvy, Cobriel, Frost

Biographical:

Level: 80
Class: Shadowknight
RP Power: Strong

Race: Teir'dal
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: Unknown. A Long Time Ago.
Age: Presumably very old. Looks about eighteen/nineteen.
Hair: Long and blue-ish white; ice colored. A little wild.
Skin: Dusty blue, almost gray.
Eyes: Usually gold; ranges from silvery to red, depending on her mood.
Height: Under five feet.
Weight: Petite and light, even for her height.

Place of Residence: An old manor in North Freeport, by the ocean.
Place of Birth: Katta Castellum

Relatives: (No biological relatives)- Twill (adoptive father), Avarice (some sort of sister figure)
Enemies: Azzothoth of Malgorm, Savani Targaryen, Jane Doe, Envy T'Druis.
Allies: The Amakaze family, the Nar'Thex family.

Occupation: Mercenary; usually as a bodyguard.
Crafting: She finds this painfully boring.

Appearance: Looks to be an average, pixie-small knight. Her shadow does unusual things and there's often frost in her hair, on her eyelids, and clumped in her eyelashes, but does not strikingly stand out. She has an apathetic glaze to her eyes and sharpened canines; if she ever smiles it's usually without showing teeth.

Fashion of Choice: Nothing too revealing or showy; favors old styles of clothing. Always seen wearing a lot of silver jewelry, as well as an ornate red necklace. Covers up her neck when she can, and her back always.
Armor of Choice: Lightweight, in black or white.
Weapons of Choice: Long knives, a slim sword, or her red scythe "Famine".

Special Abilities: Drops the temperature around her in a way that's never fully explained or understood; she spreads ice through contact, though not enough for it to be dangerous. Her shadow changes shape and size (she does use this in combat), but most noticeable is her inhuman speed: what she lacks in physical strength she seems to make up for in agility.

Personality:

Alignment: Chaotic neutral.
Motivations: Vengeance, freedom, fun. It's hard to tell if she has any serious goals of her own, or if she just acts on her pride.
Disposition: Very unfriendly and aloof, with a vicious temper that's not always predictable.
Outlook: Bleak

Religion/Philosophy: An odd respect for E'ci and Luclin, if not a reverence. She doesn't talk about the gods often, but her philosophy seems to coincide with free will and survival of the strongest. Rigidly chivalrous when it comes to children or warfare.

Sexuality: Straight as a knife to the face.

Positive Personality Traits: Capricious, curious, intelligent, loyal, somewhat noble.
Negative Personality Traits: Capricious, curious, bitingly contemptuous, untrustworthy, pessimistic, practical, vindictive, cold, merciless. Unpredictable.
Misc. Quirks: Rare slips into the Koada'dal language.

Affiliations:

Guild: None
Guild Rank: N/A
Faction: Bloodthorn - wary distrust.
Faction: Windrunner Trading Company - the same.

Interests:

Likes: Chocolate, blood, winning, fighting, insulting people, unnerving people, living, lying, laughing, the rain.
Dislikes: Thunder, fire, wolves or dogs, losing, authority, law, jails, blood, people that cry, and the color green.

Favorite Foods: Chocolate, spiced meat.
Favorite Drinks: Water or cocoa.
Favorite Colors: Red, silver.

Hobbies: Fighting and dancing.

Details:

Played by What Famous Person: Devon Aoki

Theme Songs:
Evans Blue - Cold (But I'm Still Here)
Tori Amos - Cruel
Massive Attack - Dissolved Girl

Quotes:
"Will you be healed when they are dead?"
-The Count of Monte Cristo

"That which redeems consumes."
-Sluggy Freelance

"Omnia mea mecum porto."
(I carry with me all my things)

"Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves."
-Emily Bronte

History: Largely unknown, though she seems to have lived long enough for there to be a lot of it.

From what little I have seen of her, this one interests me, as does anyone who walks into my inn with scars on their neck. She adds an interesting presence to the inn, and seems to be one of a group of several who have come by lately, all knowing each other.

I'm not one for sentimentality, that's no secret. But this one struck me with profound sorrow. She lives it, breathes it. It's almost an aura that she exudes, drifting lazily about her, her scars are all to apparent to me. Although I doubt I will ever truly understand the complexity of her situation.I will keep whatever secrets about her I may learn. I'll not make enemies so soon.I hope the guise of the Madman worked well on her. Though it was most unwise to approach her the way I did.

Szerath tilts his head a bit, his cryptic mask hiding any clue to his emotion.

It is nearly impossible for me to say what the future could hold for one such as this in the new world order. Could any worldly success heal those ancient wounds she caries around her neck?

Szerath sighs, shakes his head and slips away.

Hrm...she is a playful sort, but I have noticed, that she likes to seem frigthful, but there's no bite. She's amusing to trade barbs with and when everyone and everything around her is going up in flames, she'd be the first one to pull out a cigar to light it enjoy her drag, than run around like a chicken with her head cut off. After all, a chicken without head, can't see where it's going, and a good cigar and a good show always makes for a great time.

Savriel, from what little I have gotten to know her... reminds me of a wolf on some winter night, alone, bathed in the high, full, moonlight. It's an image that I don't think she would like, but that is how I see her. She seems of too moods, really. She can be playfully bitter, or, on rare ocassions, she reminds me of that stately creature on the snow, not chilled by it, but part of it. She shares with me my fondness for the former Shadowhaven on Luclin, and to see her is to be reminded of a past now denied me.

Her visits are infrequent, and sometimes I wonder if we shall ever truly find the time to speak together, but it is something I would look forward to.

My charming and lovely bodyguard. Her interest in me defies my comprehension and seems wholly undeserved. While this fills me with no small degree of suspicion, I am otherwise extremely pleased to have the daunting task of keeping me alive fall to her.

She's one of the few honest people around. I suspect she would deny that. She is both tough and vulnerable. I suspect she would deny that as well. She views me with suspicion and distaste. I suspect she would not deny that.

I have not yet figured this one out. She is another who is young in body, but seemingly much older in spirit. She is rather quiet, and can be quite brusque, but occasionally a glimpse of something more shows through. I will continue to watch, from a distance, and see if I can determone what lurks beneath.

An old saying of the Centaurs of the Karanas goes like this: "When spider webs unite, they can tie up a lion." In a way, all the little things that Savriel says are like this proverb. Wit she has and eyes to see, and a certain ill temper with fools, all combining into some of the sharpest, truest commentary I have ever had the pleasure to hear. Of the other, small things, there are many things that might be said, but the main is that nothing is as it seems. Curious.

Speaking with Savriel is akin to being in the presence of a great glacier. No, its not the coldness she emanates, rather the sense that one is merely scratching the surface of something much great, much deeper. What lurks beneath her ocean, I wonder?

She has made several references which I find odd, to say the least. I have decided that she is much older than she appears, or has experienced something in her life that has given her a gift of sight or something. A few slips of the tongue here and there, nothing anyone should take notice of, yet they make me curious.

Our conversation last evening was enlightening, I think. And I was surprised at the similarities we seemed to share, as we are such completely different beings. She, a dark knight, one who struggles with emotion. And me, a story teller, one who is not afraid to show a great deal of her feelings even when she knows its unsafe. Huh.

Im glad I have made her acquaintance, and feel we are on the path to friendship. I suppose only time will tell, of course. Though I do find myself looking forward to conversing with this enigmatic young knight again.

I know there be more than is on the surface with this one. At many points she seemed t' be agreein with me, but she also spoke as though she truly understands the vamps an' excuses what they do on account o the Hunger, though she referred t' it as the Famine. This one bears watchin. I will not drop my guard should I encounter her outside the inn.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...

Well, I am certainly surprised to see her after that nasty business with the banishing. Savriel, while on some level is certainly a companion, has become something of an odd nemesis. I've fought against her before several times as she's taken up arms with the Bloodthorn but oddly... I truly do enjoy conversing with her.

It's like cat and mouse with words, and I can't get enough of it.

Of course, at some point I will have to find out what exactly is going on with the undeath. I'm certain she understands, though. I am a priest and there are certain... tenants that must be upheld.

Savriel. One of those interesting Teir'Dal, to say the least. We haven't truely spoken beside a hissing of words in our Guild hall, but she seems well enough. I know nothing about her, beside she cares for her Scythe and seems a formidable Knight.

Tykell quietly rubs his chin, pondering the dark elf.

Perhaps in time, that relationship will grow or change.

A perfect grin crawls onto the young elf's lips.

Or, perhaps it won't. Either way, she's just one of those Teir'Dal.

She hates me, perhaps, tollerates me, sometimes. But I like her. Shes not a child, shes not a adult, shes Savriel.

Oh and boy what a dresser!

A cold as a glacier... what? Vampire? Or something close enough like, though I see in her eyes a bit of wolf too. She seems to resent that.

She's a font of bitter and sarcastic wit. To be sure, I'd take her into my bed if I could, but that's not why I like her. Sitting down at the table across from her is to engage in a game of strategy, attack, and parry, and the weapons of choice are words. She always keeps me interested.

It doesn't hurt that she has a body I would murder small children to have close. Somehow, her looks and beauty, and the way she is both attentive to her looks, and yet wants nothing to do with physical lust, adds to her deadly effectiveness in verbal contests.

One of the few people who could take my desire for a post-mortum dissection for her body for the compliment it is.

Savriel is a true testament to her people, and by that I do not mean the Teir`Dal. She is cold, distant, and generally does quite well at hiding her emotions from others. Still, no matter how hard she tries, she cannot truly suppress her feelings and emotions. There is an occasional moment, usually no more than a mere fraction of a second, when you can see her true feelings come out. Usually it's in the form of a hateful scowl, or the oh so subtle biting of her lip.

She knew my brother at one time, probably back when he was around my age. Even to this day, long after Dreyco vanished and I adopted a new surname, she will continue to call me \"Rex\". I wonder sometimes if she's put the pieces of the puzzle together and managed to figure out exactly how much he and I shared in common. It's hard to tell whether or not she knows of my own curse, but I suspect that she does. I also suspect that she keeps her mouth shut about it on the simple fact that she too bears something similar to it. I know exactly what she is, so it wouldn't surprise me if she knew what I am as well.

Perhaps it's these fundamental differences, and in some regards, similarities that she absolutely despises me. Heh, softskins can be so amusing sometimes. That's why I enjoy the rare treat of seeing her ice like facade crack enough for me to catch a glimpse of the emotions she tries so desperately to mask.

Muffin. Nuff said.

I do not know the Lady Savriel very well, but I have spoken to her and seen her in the tavern and around the lands. She has an incredibly powerful aura, and very oddly colored. She needs only to walk into a room and the entire atmosphere changes. It is impossible not to notice her. Yet she is very guarded, revealing very little of herself most of the time. I do not think she is happy, but I also do not think she cares. Well, perhaps, in some deep corner of herself, but it is so deeply covered maybe she herself cannot sense it.

I like her very much. She is what I call one of the \"Matters,\" as opposed to one of the \"Doesn't Matters.\" I doubt that she and I will ever discuss anything at much more than a surface level, but if the opportunity arises, I would enjoy a deeper conversation.

A matter of absolute irony that I discussed with her, at length, the value of trust. Or rather, the illusion of trust. It is no coincidence that I had just shattered Nuala's perceptions of myself beforehand in the Oakmyst scuffle.Savriel is absolutely insane, that is without question. No semblance of logic resides within her cold, sharp mind. Actually, that's not true. She wields logic capriciously, like a weapon or a great shield. Despite making no attempt to fall into a behavioral pattern, she is constantly suspicious of my motives and prodding questions. Her guard has defended a great many subtle and precarious questions aimed at her.With time, perhaps, I can quietly worm my way beyond her defenses and absorb her mysteries from there. I would relish the opportunity to pull at her strings, even in the slightest, most inconsequential ways.An ancient and impassive being with no cares or desires? No, something more, I believe.

The one that calls herself "Frost."She projects a sense of cool complex motives, while secretly inside I don't believe she's lead by anything more than subconscious moments of impulse. She's a true nomad, if the label can be applies to anyone that I currently know. Her alliegances are loose enough, I do believe she could uproot and gracefully extract herself from any situation. Something tells me she likes it that way too. She's a marionette to her own whims, but I have faith enough in her to not cause too much harm to Bloodthorn, she might be a fairly hard-to-pin-down girl, but she's certainly not stupid.Once upon a time, I possessed her spirit. I admire her for that, even if mine is long since gone.

Remind not to piss this one off? Not that she scares me. But there is something scary about her that I have yet to put my paw upon. I witnessed her verbal and physical sparring with Nanya Jade at the Hammer last night. I really do want to meet a man who inspires two woman to get into such a knock down - drag out - brawl. Savriel definitely has an almost feline aggression. There was something really dark behind those eyes as she struck out at Nanya.

Her growl, as ferocious as it was, just did not have the stripes behind it. I corrected her several times on how to get it right. I cast a cure on her after the brawl. And helped her get ice from the behind the bar for her fat lip. She thanked me. Though begrudgingly so. That is alright. I just will not bother next time.

Dangerous. Very Dangerous if i'm concerned. She seems to have written me off as some useless twit just like most people do. Grave mistake on her part. It seems as if she truly despises me. Why exactly? I'm not certiain but I am sure I would not openly be hostile to her..but from what I've heard, nothing this "Frost" does is in the open. Shes a creature who prefers to sneak around in the shadows...lurking...waiting to strike. I'll speak to Tyrval about her but i'm not worried. What -does- worry me is how good her memory is and how big that mouth of hers is. Lets hope it does not get her into trouble....oh well..maybe a little trouble.

Sir Julian's bodyguard. Avarice's mercenary. Frost. All titles attributable to her, and none say anything of substance about her. I have my own title for this teir'dal chit: Hellhound. No matter who thinks themselves her master, she shall slip her leash soon enough.She sets out to provoke me or traumatize me by turns, and has seen more of my weaknesses than I like. But few are my strengths, that she has seen.

If she thinks underestimating me is wise, so much the better. The pain she inflicted on me by crossing my Sight can be repaid merely by telling what I saw to the right people. I know not what thou art, Hellhound... but I know what thou art not. A good enough place to begin should she lose Nuala's favor- or if she should again push too far.

I'd hit that.

So, I'm trying not to panic because everyone says the Raven is safe, so even though this lying dark elf is stalking at me like he might take off my head, I'm playing it calm. And then the prettiest, coldest dark elf I ever saw comes tooling around, and I don't know if they're just pack animals or what, but she turns and stands between me and my enemy! I don't know what to think. She says she works for Uncle Julian--better check that out--and I get the strangest feeling she might be telling the truth about wanting to help me.

Strange.
Gorgeous.
Wants to train me to fight.

I'll be there.