Post by Suki on Feb 6, 2007 18:27:52 GMT -5
Name: Suki
Race: Human --- Fire bender-- Fire dancer
Fire benders in general have the ability to channel energy threw their bodies and create fire through the motions. So if Suki was to thrust forward with her hands, fire would emerge through those hands. It's a simple basic concept that involves a little bit of training, a lot to full master it.
Fire dancers are those who take fire bending as an extreme sign of generosity from the gods. They don't really believe in using this talent for wrong, and instead for the bettering of the society. They dance and move like the water, flowing freely and without chunky motion. What appears to be an elegant dance is actually a dangerous tactical move. Being able to move freely and still control fire, Suki has nearly perfected her art, though she doesn't believe in her abilities. The fire dancer sect broke off from most of the other fire benders who joined the Lord of Fire to help in the war. Her people lived in her tiny village for generations, and built a citadel around their city.
Age: 19
Corner Preference: Fire
Description:
Suki is an average human, without many distinct physical features. She stands just barely at 5'6 with toned legs and arms, though lacking a little meat on them. She's naturally been on the thinner side, but appears brittle because she eats so little. It's not anorexia in the least, but merely she appears small and is often underestimated. She thinks her chest is too small, though it's a decent size, her waist is small and her hips aren't set that wide. Suki isn't physically built to be a mother in those aspects. Her face is round with a creamy complection. Her lips aren't that distinct on her face like other women she's observed, they're subtle which to some makes them all the more alluring.
Silver whisps of hair line her face and the strands end between her shoulder blades. Somehow Suki's hair maintains a beautiful luster, like the stars. A long thin strip of material serves as a bandana on her face and the long whisps dance with her hair behind her back. She wears a long white kimono with red embroidery on it, long slits coming up to midthigh, made so she can dance freely. The kimono exposes her front so she wears a small halter in the front, starting at the top by cupping her breasts and working downward, held up by two black straps. The whole outfit is tied together with a red obi. She wears a simple necklace with one long rectangular piece of molded steel, it was a gift from Izafel. She wears flat soft shoes that are tied to her legs with long material. Her eyes are deep blue-grey color, emotional portals. The kimono's fabric just barely tickles her ankles.
Being so emotionally scarred by her first love Suki doesn't realize how absolutely stunning she is. She has a toned and curved frame, ample breasts, and a smile that is although rare, still stunning. when her eyes do sparkle, she captivates.
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Personality:
Subtle and Suki were made to coexist simulatenously. Reserved, thoughtful, dubious of her own abilities, and kind, Suki is often a background character. Purposely avoiding confrontation, and even typical conversation, she hangs towards the back watching Xa'rion
handle things. Although she's quiet, she constantly observes. Suki is gullible at times, and lets that gentle heart cause her trouble at times.
Besides this she is extremely loyal to Xa'rion. The two met at a low point in her life, and he treated her with nothing but respect and benevolence. A pacifist at heart, she will not hesitate to protect Xa'rion
at the sacrifice of her own safety and body. This could make her seem reckless, but Suki feels she owes Xa'rion more than he will ever know. Bashful and somewhat uncertain, she hasn't been able to tell Xa'rion the meticulous details of a less-than pristine past. It's uncertain how she truly feels about Xa'rion because she doesn't allow herself to want anything for her own gain. Selfless and without the ability to hate, she merely wants to remain at Xa'rion's side.
Skills:
Fire benders in general have the ability to channel energy threw their bodies and create fire through the motions. So if Suki was to thrust forward with her hands, fire would emerge through those hands. It's a simple basic concept that involves a little bit of training, a lot to full master it.
Fire dancers are those who take fire bending as an extreme sign of generosity from the gods. They don't really believe in using this talent for wrong, and instead for the bettering of the society. They dance and move like the water, flowing freely and without chunky motion. What appears to be an elegant dance is actually a dangerous tactical move. Being able to move freely and still control fire, Suki has nearly perfected her art, though she doesn't believe in her abilities. The fire dancer sect broke off from most of the other fire benders who joined the Lord of Fire to help in the war. Her people lived in her tiny village for generations, and built a citadel around their city.
Suki also has the ability to channel her fire into outside weapons in her possession, typically, her arrows.
Weaknesses:
Her confidence and emotions are the biggest problems Suki has. She doesn't enjoy conflict and usually assumes that she is the one who is at fault. Water is also a basic weakness.
History/Sample Post: (Before Xa'rion)
Suki grew up in a typical human village, communal farming and temple, the average things that she enjoyed. Simplicity was all she needed, Suki never planned on becoming a traveler. Her mother was priestess of the citadel, her father in simple farmer. If seasons were bad she lived in poverty, if the gods favored her family, they had bounty. Social class was not a method encouraged within the hidden city, merely peace and ease. With a priestess as a mother, not to be mistaken as a miko (who holds magical holy abilities), Suki found it was incummbent to follow her mother's lead.
Her mother, Saria, did not merely sweep the temple clean everyday and pray, she also was a skilled archer. It was rumored that Saria had been a foot-solider when she was young, determinted to protect the city she loved so dearly. Inspired by her mother, Suki took up archery too. Wily and with a sharp eye, Suki's skills accelerated quickly, but was no way as sharp as her mother. Her father taught Suki how to read. Everyone in the village had basic literacy, but her father taught her with zeal, hoping she would one day be educated if she ever decided to leave the village. Suki, though never asked, helped in the fields as well, driving Jeeis their cow with the plow, and weeded from time to time. The elders of the city taught Suki the ways of the fire dancers, taking pride in such an adorable protegy.
Picture perfect, yes? Oh but the perfect life only gets better, her betrothed. His name was Izafel, a merchant's son. Tall, handsome, good with his hands, and kind. Suki was more than eager to marry and start her own family. Suki grew up in a simple citadel, and wanted only a simple life for herself.
But.... it changed.
'Suki!'
Her eyes pulled from the twilight that shimmered overhead and turned to see him. Running towards her, he carried a loaf of bread and daisies, two of her simple weaknesses.
'Izafel...' she blushed lightly and played with her hands. 'What are you doing out here so late?'
'What am I doing out here, what are you doing out here, love?' Lowering himself beside her and handed her the daisies while ripping a piece of bread for himself. There was a content silence between them because Izafel always asked why she was out here. Despite how much they'd grown up together, Izafel could never understand her fixation with the night sky. But still, he loved her so much for it. He laid back on the grass, 'Father has asked me to go beyond the gates tomorrow.'
Suki nibbled on her bread and gazed at him. 'The harvest hasn't been collected yet. Why must you go? No one leaves the citadel without a good reason.'
'He has asked me to fetch a wedding gown for you, and a ring,' Izafel grinned, watching Suki turn a bright red. Chuckling, he reached and stroked her cheek slowly. 'Oh Suki, I love it when you blush, you are so cute.'
"I...H how long will you be gone, Izafel?'
'Father says I should take my time, but no longer than a week. I think a week then, so I may find you the perfect dress.' He pushed her down onto the dew-coated grass and nestled his face between her breasts. 'I can not wait to be with you forever Suki, I love you.'
Tender fingers wove themselves in his thick chocolate locks, eyes finding the sky once more. The sky always calmed her. Suki smiled softly and sighed, 'I can't wait either, Izafel. Be careful outside the citadel, people are not as kind as they are here. There are rumors of wars beyond the walls. I'll be sure to pray with mother for your safe return.' She tried not to giggle as he pecked the sides of her breasts gently, not a hint of eroticism or lust in the act, but merely his love for her. 'Will you stay here with me tonight, Izafel?'
His face appeared in her line of vision, hovering above her. Oh that look, that look in his cerulean eyes. They practically screamed 'I love you' again and again. She never wanted to loose that feeling that she too mirrored back to him. His lips covered hers gently as her arms locked around his neck. 'I will always stay with you, my Suki,' he whispered in her ear before taking the lobe as his new chew toy.
A week came and went. She waited for him the city gates every night, sometimes leaning against the post until morning. THe villagers at first admired her devotion, found it refreshing, and loved her for it. But after the week past, they slowly turned to pity her, because he did not return. She neglected most of her duties, sometimes even forgetting meals. But she did make it habit to groom herself and bathe once a day, promising she wanted to look presentable to him when Izafel returned. 32 days later Izafel appeared.
'Izafel, you have returned!' she cried with joy, tears carressing her face as she jumped into his arms and embraced him. Quickly she gave him a once over, 'It's almost like you've grown Izafel, but no matter, I'm just glad you're home.' She locked her arms around his neck and embraced him tenderly.
'Woman--what do you think you are doing?'
Suki gasped and looked up. Had Izafel actually said that to her? 'Izafel,' her face faultered and frowned. 'Izafel your humor is so cruel sometimes.'
He was brusque, jerking back, forcing her arms to unlock. A garmet bag was forced into her arms, she nearly dropped it in the process. Izafel dusted off his arms non-chalantly. 'I know not why you embrace me in such a manner but I do not want anything of it.'
'Izafel don't say that to me! It is me, your Suki, please, enough of this charade!' she cried weakly. Here she stood, in her best dress, one that dipped and flaunted her 'assests' as Izafel had called them, a dress he wore only for him, with slits up the sides just to his liking. Her formerly tied back was now falling free, as if to manifest the confusion and sorrow she was feeling. 'Izafel, what has happened to you?'
'Take the dress I was instructed to give you, wench. I have done my part, and now I am now vindicated. I will take no part in stealing your father's assets or his dear treasure, you.' He took a step back and but a hat on over his head. The eyes were cruel. Without hesitation he turned and began to leave the village.
'No, don't!' A hand snatched at his wrist. 'Izafel speak to me, before I am your lover I am your friend. We've given everything to each other, our secrets, our lives, our....I gave myself to you, a bounty of times!' Ah yes, chastity and all. 'Formerly we were one, why do you detach yourself from me?'
Izafel jerked his hand free from her. 'Woman, I have no time to be valient and love-sick. My job is done. It means nothing to me that we lay together in the grass, in the bed, spilling those passions for the world to see. You are nothing but a cowardess little girl who fell in love on the whim of your parents desires. I love nothing but being sheathed within a woman's flesh.'
And then he was gone.
Sprinting, roughly brushing past the fellow citizens, she ran up the mountains to the temple, past her mother who called her name. Scrambling to find a bag she threw in a change of clothes, a loaf of bread, and her arrows. At the door she saw the wilted daisies he had last given to her. Choking a sob just once Suki continued to run. Perhaps naive, she was only 17.
Her heart was left behind with the garmet bag on the threshold of the citadel. She didn't even have time to tell her parents, she just wanted to find Izafel. She never told Xa'rion why she was traveling. When he had asked for a companion she was more than eager, and since he never pressed the issue, she never told. As the years went on, Izafel faded slowly in her mind. But she still never knew why he hurt her so badly. Xa'rion doesn't know that Suki isn't a virgin, nor does he know her past. Suki has lost the ability to express love. Therefore her adoration for Xa'rion is somewhat naive and childish, because her battered heart never had time to grow. Maybe he can help her....
Meeting Xa'rion
The day that Xa'rion left the small remote village in the mountains, he wasn't sure exactly what to expect. He didn't know if the dragon he longed for was in a future long distant, or in a present short while. He didn't even fully comprehend how he would come about her, or even the steps that needed to be taken in preperation for a meeting. Was the dragon looking for him, as he was now looking for it? He could only wonder as he left home.
He wandered and wondered for two years before he found the travelled road in the mountain plains. It was on this trip to one of the legendary caves of Nore'--an assumed back road into the hellish pits of the Fire Mountain, where the fire dragons were said to reside. He didn't have any place better to look, and though he could only go so far into the deep mountain tunnels, it was as good a place as any to try.
But, it was not until his return journey that he came upon the young woman called Suki. To him she seemed young, vulnerable, and alone... other than appearance there was little about her that didn't remind him of himself and when the opportunity presented itself, he offered her his company--tenaciously and fully expected to feel rejection... something his young reckless 26 year old pride could not endure. At the time, she'd seemed young and child-like with her slender petite figure and unfilled bosom and hips. Thus, he felt little lust, and as a noble-hearted young man did not linger on manly desired, if he even felt them at all. He respected her space and allowed her to assume what she would. He merely offered his presence in the dark lonely nights on the road, and even endured a few conversations that resulted in introductions and a chance to become a little less than strangers.
He found her enjoyed her company, and though she seemed young and naive, he could not help but feel a certain brave obligation to protect her through the dark shadows of the mountain, dare a marauding see an opportunity. He trusted his skills, and though he did not flaunt them around her, his mind eagerly and lightly hoped that some pathetic rogue would dare to test his strength. The idea of a fight was intriqueing to him. But that was before he actually had one.
They had journeyed to a small town and had parted ways within the village. He'd withdrawn into a tavern to work the travel out of his body, whilst she had continued down the dusty road to some other building--atleast that was his assumption, as she had not followed him. Perhaps she was not planning on stopping, it had crossed his mind.
Nonetheless, an hour or so later, a commotion drew his attention from the outside. As many of the men were, he went and stepped out onto the theshold to see the cause of the ruckus.
She had been leaning agains the wall of the store, a simple act and nothing more, long legs exposed when the fabric of her dress hiked up just slightly. Staring at the sky she was interrupted by a man. Gazing at him, he pointed an accusing finger, and told her that Izafel had been here. That this was the Suki, the wild prostitute, who had tempted him. Blinking slightly, she felt her face crumbling. Izafel? Desperately she tried to defend herself and ask them if they'd seen him. The men said nothing more on Izafel and instead decided to punish the loose woman.
He found the newly met Suki in an act of defense, her body accumulated in flames, and her movements graceful and much more intimidating than he had ever expected. But the towns people here were loyal to their own, and their own alone... and their opinions still lay heavily in old tradition where women remained below their husbands... only to speak when spoken to. So, to have Suki resist their instistings was blasphemy to them and their ideas of punishment were justified by all tradition. Several men joined the ploy, and for a moment or so, Xa'rion saw no need to intervene. She seemed perfectly well upon her whims. But things turned bad quickly, and with the assistance of several others, they had her contained and held, whilst one man--a ringleader of sort advanced upon her.
Spreading her feet apart, lining them up with her shoulders, she brought up her fists. The men laughed, unable to believe this woman would even try to defend herself. Waving each arm over her head in a windmill motion and thrusting forward on her right leg she pushed flames through her hands that slowly wove up her body, the men calling her a witch for such powers. Suki warned them, she would defend herself if she needed to.
Suddenly and Impulsively--something he'd been taught to avoid--influenced his hand and he stretched out his fingers, releasing a light wave of light. It burned through the flesh of his fingers, and filter painlessly through the contours of his body... leaping for the advancing fool. But, this was not well, Xa'rion needed a source, and a strong source he did not have. Luckily, the earth was dry, and the dusty soil had provided a touch of static that he quickly withdrew and consumed. However, before he found the sense and sanity to stop, the electrical impulses of his own heart came at the beckons--flying through his outstretched arm. It did minimal damage to him, and his body quickly compensated for the slight loss of eletrical impulse, but the pain that second had wreaked upon his chest, left him breathless and staggering. But the act was done. Even the littlest of electricity can kill a weak heart, and kill it did. Cardiac arrest followed his strike, and the man writhed on the ground gasping for air... everyone seemed to pause, luckily for Xar who took the time to gather his own breath and soothe his rapid over-compensating heartbeat.
People were spell-bound by the dying rasps of their companion, but when he stopped squirming so they turned their stricken gaze in the direction of Xar. The damage was done, he became another fiend to them, and they regarded him a moment with caution. Those about him stepped aside, and formed a knit circle of intimidated faces. They were unsure about him as they were riled by his murdering of one of their own. This overpowered their cautiousness, and they began to enclose about him. They howevever, did not release Suki either, but she was nolonger the focus of their attention. What happened after that was a deadly blur, as Xa'rion has used whatever energy there was to launched that one attack. He had nothing left but the physical, and it did very little against the mass of numbers. Plus, he really had no intention of slaughting them. Nonetheless, through his feeble attempts, they began to overpower him, and within the blur of reality he found himself growing numb without any recolection except for the rough bite of the pebbles that ground hap-hazardly into the skin of his face. The fate of Suki was unbeknown to him... and his fading perception was already distressed to a breaking point. He fully expected himself and Suki to received serious injury, and if not killed here and now, executed later on. Perhaps, his rushed thoughts were dramatic, but not all to far from the truth.
And yet, this is where Desuma came into his life, like a flying angel, the connection that the two were destined to possess, eventually led them together... in a very dangerous way no less.
The next thing he clearly remembered, was a sudden strength filled his lungs, filling his body. Overwhelmed by power, and a feeling of revelation, his body released an unexpected wave of electrical pulse, that--though still weakened by his own state of body and chaotic mind, did enough to buzz the systems of the surrounding men--forcing them to pause and stagger back as they regained their bearings. At the same time, a sound of coming met his ears, as an elegant bronze dragoness descended before him and about him, scattering the men around him. A dragon was beyond their influence. They scampered to a safe distance, as if wondering whether to indulge or... simply hope they went away.
Dragging himself to his feet, he regarded the dragon before him with awe and pride. For the pulse that ebbed from her, was undoubtably what had filled him with such raw and undetained electrical energy. Reaching respectfully towards her, he offered her his hand--waiting for her to finishing crossing the space between them.
They connected, and he was filled with fire--pleasurable fire that edged into every corner of his being, of his nature--filling every empty void, and eradicating all darkness... making him glow inside to out. He was suddenly not alone. Her name, he scraped from her mind, as she observed his. And it was how he came into communication and bond with Desuma, his lifelong friend and companion.
It was several moments, before he came back to his own individual senses, and removed his hand from Desuma, his joyous smile faded suddenly, and he snapped his attention to the throng of men still observing him. He then looked quickly for Suki.
The lighting strike was more than terrifying for her. They had only been traveling companions for a short while, but Suki knew not of this power he had (though Xa'rion didn't know of her's either). Struggling in the firm grasp of the men she was struck across the face but a brusque man. A small trail of blood leaked from the side of her cheek as she glowered. However, when the lighting struck down a companion, the men let their guards down. With a surge of flames she escaped and darted towards the side of the building. Xa'rion seemed to be lost in his one moment and she called out to him.
Before her eyes a giant dragon appeared in the sky. A dragon, her father had taught her of these magnificent beasts, but Suki never believed them to be alive. She stood there, awe-struck, until he looked at her. Xa'rion was waiting for her, telling her to get on, with those eyes of his. Looking over her shoulder she saw that the men were coming for her once more. Dashing forward she hoisted herself up onto the dragon, locking her arms around Xa'rion's waist. She had to wonder, if he felt her tears soak the back of his shirt as she cried softly, feeling her broken heart stirr, at the thought of Izafel.
She was off to the side at a short distance, and with slight haste he encouraged her upon the dragoness, as he too fit into the niche at the nape of her neck, just before the joints of her shoulders, draping his legs over the bone, creating a firm and balanced position--of course, this was after a breif conversation with Desuma, discussing her willingness to bear him and her ability to carry two.
---Phewwww---
And so... stands the beginning, when Xa'rion, Desuma, and Suki, became one group--to travel the road as a triple, rather than three singles.
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