Post by +Orphan+ on Feb 9, 2007 17:20:26 GMT -5
Name: Naivar (no last name being an orphan runaway)
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Corner preference: earth I guess
Age: 25
Description:
Naivar had never seen the purpose in dressing to impress the opposite sex and she bothered not with physically trying to impress the sweet heart buried in her chest. She appears as plain Jane. Long black locks normally tied back into a ponytail or woven into a braid with unkempt bangs falling in her face covering the deep amber eyes. Being naturally born with deep olive skin, she needs not the touch of the sun to tan her 5’6” hide. Being plane Jane and not giving a thought to what others thought, Naivar wore cloths she saw comfortable, easy, and flexible, doesn’t get in the way, and has enough places to stash her knives. In a whole her attire gives off her well defined body and moderate endowments. Around her torso are off white wrap that covers from her navel to the very tops of her breast concealing her endowments. These wraps are also wrapped around her forearms, hands, calves, and feet. The wraps not only hold tight to her body and serve as a protective layer, but also for multiple hiding places for small knives. On her legs she wears deep green cut off pants that end at mid shin. To keep these baggy up she carries two belts around her waist in an X pattern to go up above and below her hips. Both belts hold an ensemble of knives. For a top she wears a tan cotton top that ends just at the end of were her last ribs meet. The shirt is not one, but the right side over laps the left and has cotton tie that goes around to meet the left’s and ties together on her left side, the remains of the ties dangle from the shirt. As the shirt wraps around her, the collar comes to a “V” at her neck allowing the top layers of the off white wraps visible. The sleeves are long and end with a button cuff. The shirt hiding her upper back no one sees the band that run from her right shoulder to her left rib cage that wraps around her and the twin that goes from left shoulder to right ribs. In these bands are her prized silver coated daggers; rarely will she use these. Upon her feet she wears nothing save the off white wraps, same with her hands. To top off her attire she wears an oak wood brown cloak. If ever her skin is shown, there’ll be no flaws save a long scar that runs the length of her left side that nearly killed her.
Personality:
Naivar is one of the few who has never had anything tragic in her childhood happen so much more than her being an orphan and running away at the age of eight to live with gypsies. Through her uneventful child hood she came to seek something more than her boring human life which led her to her odd personality. She is quiet and observant and chooses not to speak unless needed. Her features normally hold a bored sense and dulled expression. In that expression her eyes seem blank of thought and lifeless. That is the norm though, she does get mad and happy were the expressions are obvious in her eyes. Her eyes will tell some one her feelings, but not her secrets. The outward traits she portrays are ease and a sense of flow to her. Living with gypsies, she’s learned the spiritual balance in her soul and since seems to flow; it is in times of confusion and matters dealing with Kahdahj does her flow evade her and she stumbles over herself. Many think of her as the spaced out dreamer. Few whom have known her for great lengths of time, know the truth in who she is. She is the dreamer, but rarely spaced out. She is always observing the way people are, the way they act and her curiosity for the world rule her. The people that know her would know she in blissful in the warmth of the sun, sings to the moon, and sleeps in the fields. She is nature confined in a human body. Her fears and angers are mostly a mystery to all, for its rare that the fear or anger will come out since she deals well with the pressure and flows through it. There are the obvious things to her that show her anger and fear such as murder, death, etc. Even knowing her though it is hard for people to have a conversation with her due to her quietness and lack of physical expression; one has to come to learn to look in her eyes to know what is going on.
Living with the gypsies had an effect on her though. While living with them she had to learn to fend for herself and to protect herself. Yes, they were a foster family, but it was everybody for them selves most of the time. Her sister Ellie taught her how to dance and her father how to use knives. It took her a few years but she managed to put them together and do the dance of knives. Since she can use her knives she is well able to protect herself, hunt, and sport in skill. It was during an incident with Kahdahj that ended her in jail where she learned a few tricks that lead her to finally master the craft. It was also in jail that her eyes seemed to loose the glow she once had, and cave inward a bit and a new appreciation comes to her life and the world around. and there was also another new appreciation... retribution.
Skills:
Mastered Spiritual balance- she has unnatural balance, flow to her essence, and great capability to deal with pressure
Speed / flexibility- she is light and agile making her fast on her feet and very flexible from the gypsies teaching
Knives master- 98 percent accuracy, 100 percent talent
Very perceptive- observant of everything and open to the feelings around her
Sample Post:
Imprisonment, such a waste of my time. A long slender finger slid down the wall of the cell. Small bits of dust fell from the wall to the floor next to her. Stopping her finger from traveling any farther, she looked at the dust and let her eyes drift the trail of the dust to the ground. Heaven I must be more careful, all this dust here and my wound… my death like cut. It should have killed me. Why… Never mind that, what I have to worry about now is not letting this wound kill me in here. This world is filled with murders, rapist, and thieves, but that’s not what could kill me. No, the little dust is what will! Naivar sighed. It was the first few days she’d been locked within and she’d already located her top causes of death. The first being infection, second loss of blood since the guards allowed no doctors to patch her up, third lack of food since they found out the hard way her talents with sharp utensils, fourth was murder from the man in the cell with her, but that last one changed. Her cell mate was all that was even bothering to keep her alive at this point. He seemed to know a thing or too about cuts and knives. While he wrapped her wounds and check for infection he told her little tricks and stories of his travels and knife competitions before he was locked away. He reminds me of father… but father died a time ago. Time seemed to pass so slow since then. It had been her foster father’s death that had made her pursue her childhood friend. Seems like he doesn't care though… I thought he did at lest in this aspect. Guess I was wrong. He seems to be the only person I can’t guess. Naivar seemed to die a bit. She had risked her life for her friend and he left her with her wound to die and then to be carted away to prison.
Anger lacing through her and fire lighting her eyes Naivar attempted to stand. The pain was like liquid fire eating the flesh on her side as she stood. Her cell mate was sleeping; else he would have stopped her. Losing her sight at the blinding pain she reached out only to grab the bars of the cell and slide to the ground. Down her side she could feel the skin giving here and there and the wound letting out gush after gush of blood. The muscles screamed for release of the pain, but she wouldn’t allow it. Grabbing her side she stood again on shaky legs and balanced herself out. Just manage… just manage this little thing and then in no time… well be back in shape. Staying up on her feet and slowly walking back to her cot was her goal. Making it sluggish and painfully she did reach it. Collapsing on the bed, her scream let out at the sudden impact on her side. The death like scream reached far and wide through the prison waking the sleeping guards and prisoners. This was the first on the screams that would haunt these walls. Until they let me out I will make my stay their living hell. Through the pain and tears that leaked down she smiled.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Corner preference: earth I guess
Age: 25
Description:
Naivar had never seen the purpose in dressing to impress the opposite sex and she bothered not with physically trying to impress the sweet heart buried in her chest. She appears as plain Jane. Long black locks normally tied back into a ponytail or woven into a braid with unkempt bangs falling in her face covering the deep amber eyes. Being naturally born with deep olive skin, she needs not the touch of the sun to tan her 5’6” hide. Being plane Jane and not giving a thought to what others thought, Naivar wore cloths she saw comfortable, easy, and flexible, doesn’t get in the way, and has enough places to stash her knives. In a whole her attire gives off her well defined body and moderate endowments. Around her torso are off white wrap that covers from her navel to the very tops of her breast concealing her endowments. These wraps are also wrapped around her forearms, hands, calves, and feet. The wraps not only hold tight to her body and serve as a protective layer, but also for multiple hiding places for small knives. On her legs she wears deep green cut off pants that end at mid shin. To keep these baggy up she carries two belts around her waist in an X pattern to go up above and below her hips. Both belts hold an ensemble of knives. For a top she wears a tan cotton top that ends just at the end of were her last ribs meet. The shirt is not one, but the right side over laps the left and has cotton tie that goes around to meet the left’s and ties together on her left side, the remains of the ties dangle from the shirt. As the shirt wraps around her, the collar comes to a “V” at her neck allowing the top layers of the off white wraps visible. The sleeves are long and end with a button cuff. The shirt hiding her upper back no one sees the band that run from her right shoulder to her left rib cage that wraps around her and the twin that goes from left shoulder to right ribs. In these bands are her prized silver coated daggers; rarely will she use these. Upon her feet she wears nothing save the off white wraps, same with her hands. To top off her attire she wears an oak wood brown cloak. If ever her skin is shown, there’ll be no flaws save a long scar that runs the length of her left side that nearly killed her.
Personality:
Naivar is one of the few who has never had anything tragic in her childhood happen so much more than her being an orphan and running away at the age of eight to live with gypsies. Through her uneventful child hood she came to seek something more than her boring human life which led her to her odd personality. She is quiet and observant and chooses not to speak unless needed. Her features normally hold a bored sense and dulled expression. In that expression her eyes seem blank of thought and lifeless. That is the norm though, she does get mad and happy were the expressions are obvious in her eyes. Her eyes will tell some one her feelings, but not her secrets. The outward traits she portrays are ease and a sense of flow to her. Living with gypsies, she’s learned the spiritual balance in her soul and since seems to flow; it is in times of confusion and matters dealing with Kahdahj does her flow evade her and she stumbles over herself. Many think of her as the spaced out dreamer. Few whom have known her for great lengths of time, know the truth in who she is. She is the dreamer, but rarely spaced out. She is always observing the way people are, the way they act and her curiosity for the world rule her. The people that know her would know she in blissful in the warmth of the sun, sings to the moon, and sleeps in the fields. She is nature confined in a human body. Her fears and angers are mostly a mystery to all, for its rare that the fear or anger will come out since she deals well with the pressure and flows through it. There are the obvious things to her that show her anger and fear such as murder, death, etc. Even knowing her though it is hard for people to have a conversation with her due to her quietness and lack of physical expression; one has to come to learn to look in her eyes to know what is going on.
Living with the gypsies had an effect on her though. While living with them she had to learn to fend for herself and to protect herself. Yes, they were a foster family, but it was everybody for them selves most of the time. Her sister Ellie taught her how to dance and her father how to use knives. It took her a few years but she managed to put them together and do the dance of knives. Since she can use her knives she is well able to protect herself, hunt, and sport in skill. It was during an incident with Kahdahj that ended her in jail where she learned a few tricks that lead her to finally master the craft. It was also in jail that her eyes seemed to loose the glow she once had, and cave inward a bit and a new appreciation comes to her life and the world around. and there was also another new appreciation... retribution.
Skills:
Mastered Spiritual balance- she has unnatural balance, flow to her essence, and great capability to deal with pressure
Speed / flexibility- she is light and agile making her fast on her feet and very flexible from the gypsies teaching
Knives master- 98 percent accuracy, 100 percent talent
Very perceptive- observant of everything and open to the feelings around her
Sample Post:
Imprisonment, such a waste of my time. A long slender finger slid down the wall of the cell. Small bits of dust fell from the wall to the floor next to her. Stopping her finger from traveling any farther, she looked at the dust and let her eyes drift the trail of the dust to the ground. Heaven I must be more careful, all this dust here and my wound… my death like cut. It should have killed me. Why… Never mind that, what I have to worry about now is not letting this wound kill me in here. This world is filled with murders, rapist, and thieves, but that’s not what could kill me. No, the little dust is what will! Naivar sighed. It was the first few days she’d been locked within and she’d already located her top causes of death. The first being infection, second loss of blood since the guards allowed no doctors to patch her up, third lack of food since they found out the hard way her talents with sharp utensils, fourth was murder from the man in the cell with her, but that last one changed. Her cell mate was all that was even bothering to keep her alive at this point. He seemed to know a thing or too about cuts and knives. While he wrapped her wounds and check for infection he told her little tricks and stories of his travels and knife competitions before he was locked away. He reminds me of father… but father died a time ago. Time seemed to pass so slow since then. It had been her foster father’s death that had made her pursue her childhood friend. Seems like he doesn't care though… I thought he did at lest in this aspect. Guess I was wrong. He seems to be the only person I can’t guess. Naivar seemed to die a bit. She had risked her life for her friend and he left her with her wound to die and then to be carted away to prison.
Anger lacing through her and fire lighting her eyes Naivar attempted to stand. The pain was like liquid fire eating the flesh on her side as she stood. Her cell mate was sleeping; else he would have stopped her. Losing her sight at the blinding pain she reached out only to grab the bars of the cell and slide to the ground. Down her side she could feel the skin giving here and there and the wound letting out gush after gush of blood. The muscles screamed for release of the pain, but she wouldn’t allow it. Grabbing her side she stood again on shaky legs and balanced herself out. Just manage… just manage this little thing and then in no time… well be back in shape. Staying up on her feet and slowly walking back to her cot was her goal. Making it sluggish and painfully she did reach it. Collapsing on the bed, her scream let out at the sudden impact on her side. The death like scream reached far and wide through the prison waking the sleeping guards and prisoners. This was the first on the screams that would haunt these walls. Until they let me out I will make my stay their living hell. Through the pain and tears that leaked down she smiled.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
