Tabris, Nolrael

[Nolrael Tabris]

NOLRAEL Neria TABRIS

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Basic Info
Name: Nolrael Neria Tabris
Nicknames: Tabris, Beast-Tamer, and any of the not-so-nice names people tend to call her behind her back
Age: 174 years
Race: Elven Sorcress
Kingdom: Arrowpact
Occupation: Court Sorceress
Birthday: May 9
Sexuality: Demisexual
Play-by: Susan Coffey



Physical Traits
Eyes: Green
Hair: A bright, almost unnatural red (which it is, but mostly a byproduct in her magical abilities) that goes to her shoulder blades. It has quite a bit of volume, naturally, and can be rather wavy.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 110
Build: Extremely slim with little to no muscle mass. Whatever she has is in her arms.
Physical Flaws: She has a multitude of scars, mostly from burns and claws and based on her favored magical branches. She also walks with a slight limp, caused by an injury in her right leg that she was not able to completely heal due to her lack of healing skill.
Physical Skills: She has pretty good aim.
Weapons: She mainly uses a staff, which is a little taller than she and made out of a red wood. She also keeps an assortment of daggers and knives polished and sharp, mostly for threatening purposes.

Mental Abillities
Likes: Freedom, magic
Dislikes: Feeling useless, inherited jobs
Fear: As irrational as it is, she fears using her magical abilities. She has no idea why and knows that it would be extremely unlikely for her to use any or all of her magical talents, but she still does, because she feels it’s the only thing that makes her useful to anyone, especially with her lame leg. She also fears heights.
Personality: Nolrael isn’t the most pleasant person on the planet. She’s known for being blunt and extremely honest, and most have learned not to ask her anything unless they’re certain they want her opinion on it. She also has a horrid temper, though she’s gotten better controlling it by a magical means: whenever she’s feeling angry, she usually sets up some sort of magical experiment that makes her exhausted before she begins ranting and raving, just so she doesn’t blow anything up accidentally. Despite this, she works great under any pressure but her own anger. And her humor is dry and often mocking to some party.
As much as she dislikes her position and wants to make others feel horrible (and however much she succeeds), she doesn’t enjoy it. When she’s actually willing to put up with other people, she’s quite courteous and kind. Her unpleasantness was born of her bitterness to where she was born, and she sympathizes with people who are also stuck with the cards fate drew for them, even if they are nice cards. She’s extremely inventive and is usually willing to try experimental magic to see what it actually does.
Mental Flaws: Her temper and her own bluntness.
Mental Skills: Is a talented sorcerer and is good at working under pressure. She favors the Schools of Destruction and Summoning.


Family and History
Mother: Bernil Tabris (location unknown, but still alive)
Father: Daylen Tabris (deceased)
Siblings: None
Other: The beasts she summons, the most frequent being a hellhound that she refers to as
History: Nolreal was, like a majority of her ancestors, born in Arrowpact. Her childhood was spent searching the nooks and crannies of the palace, always given some courtesy despite only being the wizard’s daughter. The only other children in the palace were off limits, as they were royalty, and so she always made up games for herself to play. She was about twenty -- still a child, by all means -- when she summoned her first creature, and her dad didn’t believe her until the hellhound shed its invisibility and almost tore out his throat.
Her fate was sealed in that moment. Her father was steadily growing weaker and weaker, due to some effect of a spell gone wrong (or so Nolreal was always told) and needed to train someone to take his place when he finally died. Unable to have any other children, his daughter was his only choice. She was twenty-five when the apprenticeship began and it lasted until she was in her mid-eighties, when her father passed on. In that time she’d been isolated from the palace, partly from her own choice, and it took ten years for someone to finally force her out of her isolation to take her new position as Court Wizard.
Her life remained the same. She did her magics, she talked to the kings when necessary, and she continued on with her life, fully convincing herself she was miserable in the walls of the palace and would rather be outside in the cold and starving. The faithful hellhound often agreed in its own ways (such as almost destroying one of the servant doors in a fit of rage).

The Roleplayer
Alias: draco
Age: seventeen
Contact: pm or email
Found us: i am the monster parents tell their children about at night
Sample RP: from a med!fant board. i still love this character and may bring her here eventually.

She's been there for hours. So long, in fact, that apparently her lingering was taken for being a prostitute and the man next to her had been buying her so many drinks that she had to slip them into his cup when he wasn't looking. Not that it was hard; the man was too far gone to even notice. 

Nope, she wasn't standing at the bar to be alone or anything. The first free drink was nice. The tenth wasn't. Nor were his not-so-subtle movements closer to her.

He took the door opening and the tavern hushing as an opportunity. Completely ignoring the sword hanging from her waist and the other assorted weapons pockets, he had reached over and grabbed at her.

This bird wasn't going to fly.

As soon as people began talking, he got closer. To the point where she could feel his breath. Resisting the urge to shudder, she turned and looked at him, letting him get closer and closer...

In a quick movement Caedis got a good grip of his hair, pushed his head against the counter as hard as she could, and let him fall back onto the ground behind her.

The tavern quieted again and it took all she had to not laugh. Laughing, in this situation, would be bad. Instead she looked at him as innocently as she could and said a single word, "Oops."

[Nox]

Approved!