Name: Evallei (pronounced Eva-lay) Demarro
Age: Appeares to be about 16
Race: Spellcaster Elf
Power: Weather manipulation
Item Connected to Memory: A golden egg
Element Specialty: ..... Water?
Combat Specialty: Magic
Physical Description:
https://www.deviantart.com/view/6993080/
Name: Maeve Demarro
Age: Appeares to be about 17
Race: Spellcaster Elf
Power: Earth
Item Connected to Memory: A small green feather kept in her hip pouch.
Element Specialty: Wood
Combat Specialty: Magic
Physical Description:
https://www.deviantart.com/deviation/15057119/
RP sample-
"Why are we going there?"
Evellei looked up from her book, her scarlett eyes alert and calculating. Across the pavillion stood Maeve, her older sister. People often confused the siblings' ages, seeing how Evellei acted much more mature than Maeve.
Evellei tore her gaze away from the young elf, letting it sweep over the land. The twisted and gnarled tree beside the pavillion rocked gently in the cool breeze, pastel pink petals of it's flowers dropping into the clear river that ran beside it. "Because Father wishes it," she said eventually, returning to her book.
"Hey, what about us? I don't wanna go there, and I
know you loathe the idea!!" Maeve argued, twisting a strand of pale blonde hair around her finger. She hated the idea of going to some stupid far-away land, enclosed in a stupid school, having to follow some stupid set of rules, and loosing all their stupid freedom. "Come on, Evellei, speak with him! I've already tried, but of course he didn't listen to me."
Evellei was silent for about a minute. But that minute seemed to last a lifetime to Maeve. Evellei closed the book, placing it on the bench beside her. She stood, stopping in front of her sister. "The winds of the north speak of change. It would do you better to listen more closely to them." She walked away from Maeve, humming merrily. Maeve blinked, shaking her head. Evellei was one intersting character...