Name Eldur Dansari
Nicknames Danny, Fire Crotch, Ella
Gender Female
Species 27
Race Human
Classification Mage
Element Fire - Grand Master
Height 5'9"
Weight 136lbs
Hair Color Midnight Black
Eye Color Emerald
Quirks Missing left eye
Orientation Open
Paramour Single




There is a lot of layers to Eldur. While she feigns being relatively upbeat much like the fire she dances with still, there is a darker aura that hangs around her. There has been a lot that had happened, but whatever made her lose an eye was something that made the Fire Dancer much... much more cynical to the world around.

Lives are short, like a flame. We must live... right?
Once upon a time, there was a young girl that was doing some dancing in a park to garner money. A strange man came by one day with an offering of a bowl of soup. At first, she declined. He went away. Now, this girl was dirty from living in a cardboard box tucked away within an alley between several trash recepticles. Each day she told him that she did not accept charity. Yet, every day he returned. He caught her on a day of Rest. Sunday. She, too tired to refuse, accepted this bowl of warm soup. With starved movements she wolfed it down, not leaving a single drop to stay in the stone piece.
It's a beautiful piece of art. Why do you make something trivial in what could be worth so much? She asked.
Because even art should be useful. Then he bade his goodbye.
She was confused at first upon his departure. Days after, though, a sudden burning brought her briefly back to her box. It was intense enough that she nearly decided to go to the hospital. But after a few days, the pain settled. It wasn't until she was near a barrel fire that she first noticed that the flames listened, considered her as part of them. Now, years of a mask, thieving and trickery was in her wake. But she also met a demon, made a pact with him. Over time, she learned much and how to truly command the fire other than do showy images and dance amongst the fire. For a brief time, they were partners closely bonded. He was the one who brought her out of that selfish nature and into someone that... cared.
And that's how she ended up losing her eye. How she did that however, she will refuse to say.

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I know, I know, this keeps getting hashed out again and again. But I need you all to understand that while my character may like you, I don't. Well, in that way.


I'm not looking OOCly, nor will I look to you for such. Our characters may be together, but you and I will not be. There's many times where I have to reiterate this because someone does not seem to understand this concept one way or another. Not your fault.


While I don't normally grammar-nazi people, I do like to have a basic grasp of the English Language and its sentence structuring. IF you don't know something, you are very free to ask what that means and I'll tell you. And you also need to be able to take criticism where I give it, because I only want my partners to also learn and grow. This is what roleplay is for, yes?


We all know where this goes. No drama here. If I find that you are trying to start drama Out of Character, or OOC, I will stop talking to you completely. I hate drama. In Character, or IC, drama I will tolerate, because #popcornmunch.


I know many of you are fighters. I, myself, am not one and am fairly bad at it. If you see this character fighting, please critique me. I need all I can get to give a proper fighting experience.


This is a code made by Squeaky and I would like to make notice now that she puts her heart and soul into these codes of her's. I'd appreciate it if you didn't steal, but instead find someone who knows how to contact her and request a code of your own from scratch, or to see the ones she has made in the past. I've noticed that people enjoyed ripping things off of others for themselves, but I'm encouraging you to go ahead and ask instead.