You make me feel
My historys real Stay with me in the firelands Eldhri |
A more In-depth look
Full Name: Eldhrimnir
Meaning/Origin: Name of the cauldron which the Aesir's feast was cooked. The name means "sooty from the fire" Gender: Female |
Age: Adult
Species: Makoatl Alignment: |
Theme Songs:
Firelands
Firelands
Contest Song List:
Compass - Suggested By: Shadowdannie You're Beautiful - Suggested By: iDrowned All Our Bruised Bodies And The Whole Heart Shrinks - Suggested By: bohnette. Keep Keeping On - Suggested By: Peachpie1164 Tristam Meets League of Legends - Suggested By: ~Red Panda Being As An Ocean - Suggested By: S y k e s Ain't No Rest for the Wicked - Suggested By: .Joker. Magenta - Suggested By: Thistlestar Go Down in History - Suggested By: ofmice&carmen |
Continued Song List:
This is War |
Characteristics:
Can controle and create fire through pyrokenisis
Can controle and create fire through pyrokenisis
Dragon headed torc worn around her neck
Leather bracer worn on the right front leg
A celtic trinity knot pendant worn hanging from her tail
Writing
A Campfire Story:
Come here and sit with me for a bit by the fire, for I have a tale to tell, if you care to lend an ear.
The world is great, the world is large, and I am but an ant in comparison.
But even an ant is able to feel like a god.
I was born a celtic daughter, the knots of my family coming together in time to create me, so here I sit before you now, on the other side of this flame. The world, my friend, may look as plain as the light of day to you, but there is more to it if you know where to walk. I have chosen a path other than that of dirt; a path of fire and smoke. Each day my eyes water as the soot settles into them, tears dripping from my muzzle as the smoke rises around me, but I am gifted in exchange with the deepest of secrets and the strangest kind of knowledge. They say that legends are lies; tales to tell children so that they will behave; warnings against immoral actions. But, I tell you that that is the lie. It is true that they are warnings, but warnings for much more than for what you have been taught as truth. For fairies are real, just as dogs and cats; you and me.
Come with me into the lands where no one treads. Into the swamps where ghost fire rises from
it's depths, luring the unsuspecting into the quicksands.
Follow me up into the mountains where ghosts of women trick men into the storms of ice and large
furry creatures lurk in the dark, leaving nothing but footprints.
Escort me into the woods where antlered men walk with teeth like knives,
Or walk me into the stream where giant fish like frogs with lilies for hats grab you by the ankles and pull you in.
It is all real if you walk the path of flame instead of that of dirt. Walk with me into the firelands,
follow the mythos that is true.
Some travel the word with pen and pencil,
Others carry them with cameras,
But neither of these will ever relay
The magic that can only be seen as true
When seen in person.
So come with me into the firelands.
A Poem of Travel:
Follow me into the dark,
With only our flame to leave a mark.
Accompany me into the night,
But never run in fright.
For we were born to see the world,
And never let our dreams be unfurled.
Follow me into the firelands,
Where time can never shift the sands.
Come here and sit with me for a bit by the fire, for I have a tale to tell, if you care to lend an ear.
The world is great, the world is large, and I am but an ant in comparison.
But even an ant is able to feel like a god.
I was born a celtic daughter, the knots of my family coming together in time to create me, so here I sit before you now, on the other side of this flame. The world, my friend, may look as plain as the light of day to you, but there is more to it if you know where to walk. I have chosen a path other than that of dirt; a path of fire and smoke. Each day my eyes water as the soot settles into them, tears dripping from my muzzle as the smoke rises around me, but I am gifted in exchange with the deepest of secrets and the strangest kind of knowledge. They say that legends are lies; tales to tell children so that they will behave; warnings against immoral actions. But, I tell you that that is the lie. It is true that they are warnings, but warnings for much more than for what you have been taught as truth. For fairies are real, just as dogs and cats; you and me.
Come with me into the lands where no one treads. Into the swamps where ghost fire rises from
it's depths, luring the unsuspecting into the quicksands.
Follow me up into the mountains where ghosts of women trick men into the storms of ice and large
furry creatures lurk in the dark, leaving nothing but footprints.
Escort me into the woods where antlered men walk with teeth like knives,
Or walk me into the stream where giant fish like frogs with lilies for hats grab you by the ankles and pull you in.
It is all real if you walk the path of flame instead of that of dirt. Walk with me into the firelands,
follow the mythos that is true.
Some travel the word with pen and pencil,
Others carry them with cameras,
But neither of these will ever relay
The magic that can only be seen as true
When seen in person.
So come with me into the firelands.
A Poem of Travel:
Follow me into the dark,
With only our flame to leave a mark.
Accompany me into the night,
But never run in fright.
For we were born to see the world,
And never let our dreams be unfurled.
Follow me into the firelands,
Where time can never shift the sands.
Art of Elchri
Relationships:
Children:
Children:
Caridwen - Myself - My first precious daughter, a star gazer
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Keegan - Sixbane - My Son-in-law hes a bit of a coward but if Cari loves him then so be it.
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Quinn - Sleighter - My other sweet daughter, her location and life are currently unknown.
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Evanee - Sixbane - My grand daughter, shes a bit of a tom boy, I greatly approve of this.
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Rules: