Post by Lolli ~ on Oct 21, 2007 21:23:53 GMT 1
Name: Eolyn Bethan (She's totally welsh!)
Nicknames: None
Aliases: Frost
Age: 19
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Close to Bisexual...
Weight: 10kg
Height: 169cm
Eyes: Light turquoise
Hair: Dark turquoise
Clothing: White kaftan and knee-high boots.
Powers: Can fly and cast powerful spinning kicks or slaps(!) Can freeze things. Can create strong icicle swords and shields, manipulate them to shoot ice arrows too. However, it's difficult and a slow process.
Weakness: Fire
Power related issues: Using ice-weapons involves using lots of energy, as well as to control them too.
Personality: Bright and happy and optimistic all of the time. She daydreams a lot and when she's alone, she sings depressing songs - she gets lonely... and homesick occassionally. But not much recently. She's become stronger.
History: When she was in the mountains with her Dad, she stumbled into a cave with many icicles. One of the landed straight through her heart and, unlike ordinary icicles, caused her hair to turn a cool colour and suddenly recieve frosty powers!
Now that she's in Souzetsu City, she's completely given in to her evil temptations, immediately joining with the Light's Nemesis band of warriors. She's unique, and she wants to show it. Perhaps she's forgotten about her parents and how proud they won't be of her.
Her story
Snow is always captured as gentle and light. It's cold chill when it touches your nose makes you shiver, but the shiver is light, quick and even sensational. However if you're a climber, then you may just become sick of snow constantly piling on top of you when you're climbing those Welsh snowy mountains in mid-winter. Although that's not what the Bethan duo thought. Miles Bethan was a typical man. He had a normal wife and a normal daughter. But what WASN'T so common about their family was that they were much braver and more adventurous in the blood. Miles especially. His hobby was to explore the mountains all across Wales and that was what his daughter, Eolyn, admired about her father. And one day, she decided to follow in his crushed-snow footsteps.
"Father, you're going to climb Gwyneth today?" Eolyn said, running up to Miles with awe and enthusiasm. Miles looked down on his beautiful daughter and stroked her light brown hair smiling "I'm so excited!" she cried out, jumping up and down. After seeing the questioning look on her dad's face and stopped "...for you!" she said, jumping into a Tada! pose. Miles shook his head and turned for the door. Eolyn frowned and slid in front of him. Almost like in a cartoon, her coat and gloves and hat were suddenly on and her green eyes looked into his like a puppy.
"Father, have you already forgotten the talk we had yesterday?" she said standing her ground. Miles sighed and looked to his wife for reason, but she simply turned away as if she weren't listening. Eolyn grinned and clasped her hands together and held to Miles' face.
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me go with you!" she pleaded, her ponytail swaying from side to side as she begged. Miles sighed.
"Whatever gets you to shush!" he said laughing.
The beastly wind howled like a wolf in pain, taking out it's anger on the two little travellers. The Bethan duo reached the foot of the mountain, Gwyneth, and trudged through the thick snow. Eolyn's eyes were half shut and her head was huddled into the back of her father's coat. Her toes had lost all feeling and her nose was stuffy. She felt her heart pounding and even though they were in such a situation, Eolyn enjoyed every minute of it. Ever so often, Miles moved his arm to his back to check she was present and ever so often, Eolyn nudged him to tell him she was present.
The mountain was minor and hardly dangerous at all, but it was still a challenge for the rookie climber. Miles was a generous young man, allowing his 13 year old daughter risk her life, but he always told her "one's life is always risked, no matter what the situation." Eolyn didn't particularly care for her life as much as anyone, as she only got bored of it. About a third of the way up, the two found a small cave. Sighing with relief and exhaustion they hoisted themselves inside and slumped onto the chilled, slippery ground.
"Father! That was so much fun!" Eolyn burst out. Miles furrowed his brow and looked out at the ferocious storm. His worried face spread to Eolyn. "Father..."
"I shouldn't have brought you here," he said sighing. The excitement that was flooding inside of Eolyn suddenly drained away. "Is there...a problem?"
"I'm sorry, Eolyn, this is too dangerous. I think we aught to head down right now," he said, standing up. He walked out of to the mouth of the cave, his brown beard coated with snow.
Eolyn curled up and then looked above her. The caved was darker than she'd realised but she could see shapes vibrating above her. She gasped and crawled towards her dad and suddenly realised he had gone! She gasped and felt her eyes watering. She looked out to try and spot him but the wind and snow was causing all images to blur. She pulled herself inside and she fell back and landed on her back.
"Father!!!" she decided to screamed out, but only after she was stabbed did she know that was a bad idea. She heard a deep tingling noise above her. She slowly looked up and heard a loud cracking sound. She yelled and tried to dash out of the way but the giant, crystalline icicle had already shot through her heart and spilled shattered ice all across the ground.
What's happening to me... she said as she floated in her own imagination I'm sorry father, I shouldn't have come...now we are both dead... she wiped away the tears and suddenly she saw a bright light on the horizon. Unexpectedly, words started falling out of her mouth...
Hiâ Fynydd Hud...Hiâ Fynydd Hud...Rew Dywysoges Hud! And suddenly she felt herself waking up and her whole body was hovering. Her eyes were glowing a cool minty colour and her skin was pale and clear. She tossed away her coat and discovered herself in a white robe. She soared out into the snow, unable to control herself and restrain herself from these strange actions, and she suddenly seized the snow mixed wind. She whipped it around her and, screaming, she threw it as hard as she could upwards and over the mountain itself. Finally, after her now-turquoise coloured hair had rested on her shoulders, she darted down to see her father lying on an icey rock. She picked him up gently and breathed deeply.
"This just gets weirder and weirder...but that doesn't matter now," she whispered into the calm air "all that matters is that my father is safe..." and she floated, embracing her father, towards safer ground.