Encendia and Ashlen, Elise's Audition

[Encendia]

General

Name: Encendia
Nickname(s): Cindy, Cinder (If anybody but a very close friend calls her this the short fuse of her temper is likely t burn very quickly.)

Age: 24 or 25
Gender: Female

Race: Human

Residence:Flaemen, Elemwar
Employment/Career: Runs Smithy in Flaemen.
Rank: Citizen

Personal

Status: Single
Lover: None
Children: None

Inventory

Pets: None
Weapons: Encendia carries a thin, short sword with a black wire wrapped hilt. An opaque red gemstone is implanted in the pommel. She also carries a long, thin, black stained willow bow with matching arrows fletched with raven's feathers. She carries these things at all times, no matter the circumstances.
Jewelry:Encendia wears a small glowing stone around her neck that bears a resemblance to an ember. It hangs inside of her shirt on a silver chain and she never removes it. She also has a small silver hoop in her right ear. Her left ear is lined from top to bottom with similar decorations.
Other: Encendia has a small tattoo of a flame on the inside of her right wrist.

Powers: Encendia is a fire elemental

Personality: Encendia is fairly confident, and a tad arrogant. Sarcasm and dry humor are her favorite forms of speech and while she is never outwardly cruel, she is often thought of as rude and unsociable. She has a very quick temper.
Hobbies/Interests:Encendia is interested in most of the arts, contrary to what one would think of her. She has very little success with dancing, and poetry, but she posses a beautiful voice and a multitude of musical talents. She is also accomplished as an artist, although her form of art is fleeting. She is able to 'paint' pictures with fire, using its many different shades to create distinct works of art. She has yet to find a way to safely contain these works for long periods of time.
She is an accomplished smith.
Interesting Facts:*see above XD*

Appearance: Encendia is a fairly big woman- about six feet tall- and broad shouldered, but her size doesn’t detract from her obviously feminine form. Her hair is long and black, and she usually wears it braided and twisted into a bun to keep it from her works. Her eyes are hazel, but at times they can appear to have a yellow- even orange- tint to them. Her face is delicate, contrary to the rest of her. She has high cheek bones that give her a slim look. Her nose is straight and button like and draws attention to her favorite feature- her full, bow-shaped, and naturally dark lips. She usually paints them several shades darker. Her eyes are almond shape and set under long curling lashes and high, dark, arched brows. She tends to line them with kohl, to make them more prominent. Her skin is the color of dark caramel. ((I can't figure out how to put this delicately in my post and still sound eloquent: She's black.))

Encendia dresses simply enough. Large black boots protect her feet, and they're dotted with scorch marks, as is the rest of her clothing. She wears comfortable brown leather breeches, and a long sleeved wine red tunic. The sleeves are soft, and flowy, but cuff at the wrist. She often pushes them past her elbow when working. A black, simple, leather corset warps her torso out side of the tunic. It is meant not for looks, but for protection. She isn't easily burned, but her clothing is. The corset keeps her from setting fire to her tunic, and it is scarred with age and use. Her sword hangs from a leather belt and scabbard- the leather in the same condition as the rest of her wares- and a quiver of arrows and her bow hang on her back. A pair of leather gloves hangs from her right pocket.
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Date of Birth: unknown
Place of Birth: Flaemen

Family: Biological- unknown
Adoptive- dead
Parents - Encendia was taken in by a smith and his wife in Flaemen when she was five. He tought her much of his arts before his natural death, four years ago. His wife soon followed.
Siblings – Her adoptive parents had no children, other then Encendia.

History: Encendia knows her approximate age, being that she was five or six when her adoptive family took her in, but there are no records of her exact birth. She remembers very little before the age of three, but it has been deduced that the group of urchins she lived with before the smith raised her since she was a tiny baby. It was thought at one point, that one of them may have been a biological sibling, but that belief was quickly bushed aside when it became obvious that none of the children were of the same heritage as she. She has speculated that one of the older girls in the group found her and took her in, or she was given to one of them by a stranger. Encendia was never able to ask. The small group changed as the older children became adults and found jobs, and continued to change until Encendia had always been among them and nobody remembered when she first arrived. She was taken in by the smith after she tried to steal from his shop. After they adopted her as their own, Encendia lived a rather normal childhood. She was trained as a smith in her spear time, by a father who never intended her to keep up the work, and as an elemental the rest of the time. She was about thirteen when she met her very special friend...

General

Name: Ashlen
Nickname(s): Ash

Age: 28
Gender: Male

Race: Fairy

Residence: Flaemen
Employment/Career: None- Helps Encendia at the smithy as best as his size will allow
Rank: Citizen

Personal

Status:Single
Lover: None
Children: None

Inventory

Pets: None
Weapons: Ashlen carries a tiny dagger as his waist, but it's no bigger then a thumb tack. He often tells Encendia it could be considered along sword if he wasn’t among 'bloody giants' all the time.
Jewelry:A small silver hoop in his right ear lobe- Both ears are pierced with identical hoops at the points.
Other:

Powers: Fire Elemental

Personality: Ashlen is very similar to Encendia in more ways then one. They both share a love of the sarcastic, although- unless it is directed at Encendia herself- his form of sarcasm is less caustic then hers. He often has bouts of moodiness, and is insanely jealous of any suitors Encendia has. He often becomes quiet and temperamental if he suspects her of flirting, although she can never figure out why he acts as such.
Hobbies/Interests: Ashlen, unlike Encendia, loves to dance, and can often be found whirling about her head as she sings. He likes to mess with her paintings and move colors around, much to her annoyance. His favorite past time about the smithy is helping Encendia with jewelry. Because of his small delicate touch, the jewelry making skills of her smithy are renowned in Flaemen.
Interesting Facts:Ashlen has an unrequited love for Encendia, but he knows it is foolish to feel so, seeing as how their different races make any sort of relationship other then friendly completely impossible. He has been known to sabotage her courting excursions in anyway possible.


Appearance: Ashlen's hair is a medium length, and very flowy. It stands straight up, giving it the appearance of flames. The various shades of red and orange that it is colored do not help matters. He is about as big as Encendia's palm. However, her palm is in proportion to the rest of her, meaning Ashlen is actually rather tall for his race. He is thin, but muscular. His chest and arms are bare and he wears a pair of leather breeches in much the same state as Encendia's clothing. A tattoo matching Encendia's can be found on his right wrist. His features are sharp and angled, and his ears taper to a point that is just below level with the top of his head. Both points are pierced. His lips are thin, but well defined and his cheek bones are high. They draw attention towards the razor edge of his jaw line. His chin slopes to a sharp point and it usually holds a determined stature. His eyes are blue-green, and can change shades depending on his mood. His nose is proportional to the rest of his face- a sharp line sloping to a point. He is considered attractive among his own. Encendia sees it as well, but because of his size, it is difficult for her to consider him such. His wings are large, and resemble those of a dragonfly. They are many shades of transparent yellows' oranges, and reds, but at the very bottom, are dotted with blues and greens. Black veins trace through out them. His wings taper to a point as well, giving them a more triangular look, then those of many of his kin. He is usually found sitting on Encendia's shoulder, swinging his bare feet repetitively into her chest.
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History: Ashlen was born and raised in Flaemen. His life was fairly normal, until his sixteenth year when he was entranced by a young black girl with a gift for smithing. She was attempting to mend the chain of a silver necklace; a small ember stone rested nearby. Ashlen soon realized that she lacked the unusually small hands needed to fix such a break, and he soon asked to help. She was ecstatic when he fixed it and explained her father had made the chain after she had accidentally made the stone. She was afraid he would be hurt if she told him she had broken it. Ashlen visited her often after that, and the visits escalated until her mother's death, when he finally stopped going back to his 'home.' Ashlen's parents are both alive and disapprove of his relationship with Encendia. They know how he feels about her and find it unhealthy. They wish he would find another fairy, or maybe a nice pixie, but their pleas fall on deaf ears. He hasn't spoken to them in several months, after they called Encendia a brute of a woman, and a giant even in her own land. He hasn't forgiven them.

Date of Birth: May 30. (Are there different months or what?)
Place of Birth: Flaemen

Family:
Parents -Both are alive and healthy, but Ashlen rarely speaks to them after they insulted Encendia
Siblings – Is the third child of seven. Has a good relationship with his older twin sisters, but rarely speaks to them- they moved from Flaemen and live in Tredel. His three younger brothers range from ages 24 to 16. They visit him often enough, and are friends with Encendia, but because of the feud with his parents, he doesn’t see the 16 year old as often as he wants to. His youngest sibling is a 13 year old girl. She's a bit scared of Encendia, but she visits Ashlen from time to time with her brothers. She often seeks advice on how to deal with her parents- whom she thinks may be much stricter with her then the others because she's the baby- and with boys. She rarely speaks of such things to the 16 year old- he has his own love life to deal with- and the other two are always 'busy.' She would speak with her sisters but they live very far, and so she gets love advice from Ashlen, and sometimes Encendia if she's not feeling particularly shy.


Roleplay Example:

Encendia let out an agitated growl and reached to her shoulder. She plucked Ashlen up by the wings, pinching them both between her fingers. He struggled angrily.

"If you do that /one more time/ I'm going to tie you to the ceiling by your pointy little nose!"
"My nose is not pointy!" He cried vainly, fingering the appendage. She rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah. Your right. I meant you chin." He let out an agitated huff, but said,
"Fine. Now put me down your hurting me!" She set him lightly on the table next to her and hunched over the fire to withdraw the rod of iron she was supposed to make into a dagger. Just as she was about grasp the metal, the fire expanded in a puff of hot air, sending embers and cinders flying into her face. She growled angrily and whirled. Ashlen was rolling on the table in silent mirth.
"That's it!" She scooped him up in her large hand, wrapping it around his middle and pinning his arms to his sides. He struggled angrily.
"Let me go Cinder! What are you doing?" He asked. She brought him to eyes level.
"Putting you someplace you won't bother me." She walked to a row of crates against one wall. They held scrapes of various types of metal. She removed the heavy lid or the barrel labeled gold. His eyes widened.
"Don't put me in there! I'm... I'm- Claustrophobic!" She scoffed.
"No your not. I'll let you out when I'm done with this rod. Already it's probably too hot." Her voice was irritable, and she cast a glance behind her at the iron, which was quickly changing form the needed red hot, to a much to hot orange color. She cursed and shoved Ashlen into the bin, then slammed the lid down before he could flutter out. She watched the lid rock for several seconds before picking up a hammer and placing it on top, to hold it down. His muffled screams of rage could be heard. She grinned deviously.
"I put you with the gold. Do something useful. Make an earring or something."
"I can't make an earring with no wood for the fire!" She scoffed again.
"Don't play dumb. Gold has the lowest melting point of anything in here. It’ll be plenty malleable, just use your body heat." She heard angry grumbling, but she also heard him shifting around scrapes, looking for a piece he could work with.
She quickly returned to the fire and drew out the rod, cursing. It was to hot now and was threatening to lose it's shape. She shoved it into a barrel of ice water, and it quickly lost its orange tint and returned to a dull silvery color. She placed it carefully among the embers once more. She straightened quickly as the small bell above the door rang and someone entered. She smirked. It was Haltano and he was grinning.
"What can I do for you, Hal?" She asked sweetly. She heard a squeak of rage from Ashlen's barrel. Haltano turned quickly.
"What was that?"
"Ashlen." He nodded understanding. "So, what brings you here?"
Business, I'm afraid." He said with a smile. "My mother's birthday's coming up. I was hoping you and Ash could whip up something nice for her."
"What did you have in mind?"
"I know she likes gold. And I have these." He drew out a small velvet bag and dumped the contents on the counter. There were two small purple gems, two slightly larger diamonds, and another purple stone, larger then the other four. He arranged them quickly, with the small purple stone, followed by the diamond, then the large purple stone. He placed another diamond after it, and then the last purple stone. "I was hoping you could set these in a molded necklace." She arched a brow.
"A molded necklace? How do you mean?"
"I mean... One that doesn’t have a chain. The gold is molded into a set shape, with only a few hinges for movement. It would have to be about yay thick-" He held up his fore-finger and thumb, indicating about two inches, "And I want the large amethyst to rest in a point." She nodded.
"I understand what you mean." She grimaced. "It'll cost you though."
"How much?"
"Well... you provided the stones... I guess about twenty gold crescents, and two silver pieces." He drew back, surprised, and a horrified screech came from within Ashlen’s barrel.
"Only that? I thought it'd be much more, considering your skill." A smile tugged at her lips.
"I can raise the price if you wish."
"No! No." He said with a chuckle. "That's fine. When can I pick it up?" With a glance at the heating rod, she moved to a scarred pad of paper, her hand writing covering every inch of it. she flipped a few pages before saying,
"A week." She couldn’t understand exactly what Ash was saying, but he was very angry. Haltano looked at the barrel quizzically.
"Why is he in there?" She smiled wryly.
"He was annoying me." Haltano chuckled and shrugged.
"Alight. I'll see you in a week then." He said. Just as he was about to exit, he turned back and commented, "I tire of seeing you only under these circumstances." He gestured to the hot room. "Maybe we can meet sometime, out side of your smithy." She smirked, trying to keep the blush from her cheeks, but before she could say anything he was gone. She watched the door for several more seconds before she jumped, remembering the iron rod. She yanked it out quickly, and set it on the anvil. After numerous hammerings, she placed it back in the fire, to heat again.
"Are you ever going to let me out of this bloody pail?!" Ashlen's voice sounded angrily. She jumped again, and ran to the barrel. When she removed the top, he shot into the air. She had to duck a piece of gold he hurled at her head. "Twenty gold crescents?! Twenty?! We charge thirty five for setting /one/ stone in that kind of necklace! He gave you what? Five?! And I'm going to be stuck doing al the work! And In a week! With as much business as we've had, you tell him a week!" She shrugged, and moved back to watch the rod again.
"It's for his mother."
"So?!" She shrugged again. Ashlen through his hands into the air and whirled. He fluttered to rafter. "I know what this is about. You're just happy to find somebody bloody bigger'n you are!" She looked up sharply, anger glinting in her eyes.
"Watch it Ash."
"Stupid git." He muttered, before pulling his legs on top of the rafter so she couldn't see him. She shook her head in exasperation, and drew the rod out of the fire again. The peal of the hammer rang out and drowned Ashlen's jealous mutterings.

((Hope it's ok that I created Haltano for the intro. XD))


Referred By:Somebody on neopets. I'm not sure of the name.

[Caoli]

Next time, I'd rather you post the auditions in two different threads, all right? n_n
But it's very good; accepted! Welcome to Something Wicked, Elise! =D

[Encendia]

Woot!

Alrighty. Off to figure out how this wonderful froum works.

[Caoli]

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