Caidie

Caidie Sanaulis
Status	Active
Race	Elf
Gender	Female
Guild	Barbarian
Instance	Prime
Relatives	Buuwl, Uritel, Riverlynn

"I'm not a girl, I'm a storm with skin."
 

Description

You see Everlasting Caidie Sanaulis, Intolerant of Elanthia, an Elven Barbarian.

She has pointed ears, stormy grey eyes and a freckled nose. Her raven black hair is waist length and a mass of misbehaving curls, and is worn untamed.
She has fair skin and a lithe figure.
She is tiny for an Elf.
She has a pair of silversteel-riveted leather goggles resting askew in her hair.
Her left wrist has a tattoo of a childish Elf dancing amid a field of zombies.

She is wearing a chubby dragon earcuff with glitter-covered wings, a chakrel Elven tear amulet hung from an antiqued steel chain, a pink and white striped togball jersey with three glittery slashes on the front, a dark e'erdream parry stick covered in sparkling crystals, an aged whimsy ring engraved with two chubby cheeked Elven lasses holding hands, a lifesculpted bonding band of intertwined e'erdream and apple wood, some glitter-dotted knickers beautifully embroidered with a bathing Gor'Tog pattern in bright green thread and some white galoshes delicately painted with puddles of pink glitter.

You Lost?

Finding her way to the sidelines of a Tog-Ball field,

a look of wonder filling her stormy grey eyes, a color so chaotic it felt as though she had a storm alive inside her, the young girl watched as enormous men crashed into each other. She could hear the sound of muscle against muscle, the pounding of flesh upon flesh. Captivated by the sight, she allowed herself to stare. Images began to swirl around inside her mind of herself, clad in a jersey and combat boots, unruly raven colored curls flowing behind her as she ran full force down the field. Lost in a daydream, she didn’t hear as he approached, brought back to the present by a large finger flicking her pointed ears, “You lost, Elf?” The voice boomed. Wrinkling her freckled nose she lifted her head to gaze up at the enormous olive-green Barbarian in front of her. She squinted at him as he towered before her, after a pause she said, “Maybe...” Sooty cheeks flushing with a lovely rose color, was she embarrassed or was it merely cold? She then averted her eyes, gazing off into the distance, although saying nothing the storm inside her eyes began to roll, almost giving away the thoughts stirring inside her mind. Then the storm calmed and decisively she turned on her heels and was off in search of a man named Agonar Dokona

Whispers

Whirling in a hurricane, they clung to each other.

Physically fragile, delicate in appearance, but their strength was insurmountable. There was an energy that hummed between them, something secret, something hiding behind their eyes. Sisters by heart. Two little girls making a home in the shelter of their laughter, their dreams, and unknowingly their fears. In a world of black and white, they stood beside each other in screaming color, wild hair and sparkling eyes, things would come alive. Fingers intertwined, inhaling a deep breath they move forward into everything, into nothing, into the unknown.

Going Green

He was the color of happy things; spring grass, sweet apples, toads that turn into princes.

He arrived in the mist of festivities, a huge man but a happy and free man. He was almost something from her dream- barbarian, chaotic, kind to those she loves. His blue eyes met hers and they were bound to each other, she may not have known it at the moment, but they were. She'd given up on fairy tales and he'd never kissed a rose. The words he spoke so casually left her thinking it was a joke, "Lets get bonded." he said. Laughing freely with her head thrown back, raven curls awaken from their slumber, she nodded emphatically, "Ok!!" she responded. The sister of her heart produced a dusty rose from a cluttered vault, (That may have been bonded to a Rakash Cleric) He took the leap and kissed the rose and almost as a dare, she kissed it back. Two wild Barbarians bonded but never more free.

 

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