Post by dawn on Jun 26, 2007 10:52:03 GMT -5
Name
Daun Shritan (dawn shree.tan)
Race
Water Nymph
Gender
Female
Age
Immortal Creature of 94 years
Description
On land she is fragile and delicate, but her beauty is astounding if she ever desires to express it. Her hair is as white as the purest, most innocent snowfall that has ever graced the mountain tops. It falls in straight waves down beneath her shoulder blades and frames her face and hides her eyes. Speaking of… her eyes are deep and intelligent—bearing a russet, amber hue that is captivating. Yet, they are distant and shy, rarely making contact with others’. They are as rarely seen as she is.
Her skin is a pale creamy color, not absent of color. Her attire helps to bring out the color of her eyes and offset the paleness of her complexion. The crimson garments reflect her favorite color, but are often the most modest of attire she is permitted. Her captor keeps her elaborately adorned, thus the garment is lined and varnished with arrays of gold—or gold impression—rings, clasps, and plates. Even now she still wears it, but half of it is because… she has no other choice.
Beneath the water she is a creature of grace and seductive beauty. Her humanoid form sheds itself for one more suitable for the water. Her legs come together to form a serpentine tail that fans into a large, fish-like frill. The scales that cover this new formation are colored in a vibrant red hue—highlighted by a violet sheen. Her upper body remains in a human female’s image; however her spine—along with her breasts and arms—retain the red-scaled texture. From the stripe up her spine, a second large assortment of frills expand out in a flashy—almost hair like—array. Her ears are also large and pointed—a strange aspect in the water—but no less effect. Her hearing beneath the sea is very keen. Now the pale pink flesh of her abdomen, collar, and face is no longer as frail and thin, but obtains a resilient thickness to most sharp harmful objects—acting in an almost similar fashion to that of a sea-mammal. Her face is beautiful and bears a confident glare even though the mind behind it is far from similar. She is the seductress of the sea, and her image shows it well.
Personality
She is a shatter young immortal. At a young age she was put through demoralizing experiences and they have muted her personality and made her something she should have never become. She bears little—if any—emotional strength and is easily dominated in an argument. She listens and obeys out of an imprinted fear, even if those whom she associates do not have any intention to harm her. She expects abuse, and it has shattered her confidence.
In relation, though she’s beautiful, she has never heard a loving whisper and she has never felt a loving touch. Receiving condescending remarks throughout her life, she does not feel beautiful, and acts in a very modest manner, except when forcibly pursued.
She’s not a fighter and rejects sharp objects. She passionately fears them.
She’s feeble and pathetic, but is good at locking herself inside her own mind to escape reality. She is wildly creative and has an amazing knack for finding good in any situation. When comfortable with her surroundings she reflects a high intelligence that is good at analyzing and predicting a situation. She is a thoughtful spirit and loves to sing and dance. She really does have a beautiful—if naïve—personality to go with a similarly captivating appearance. Unfortunately, she has to learn to trust before she can open up and reflect these attributes to anyone.
Weapons
She hasn’t held a blade or harmful object since she was 40 years old. They’ve never been available to her—forbidden actually—and now she’s just too afraid of them to pick one up even if she can.
Magical Attributes
She is what many call “Heiseph’s Water Angels”. Like an angel she can be illusive and mystic. She is no simple humanoid. When underwater, she need not come up for air—the water is sufficient. Of course, it helps that when in the water, she does not look like she does on land. In the water she becomes something powerful, something unobtainable, wild, and magnificent. It is because of this transformation that her captors fear the water—they cannot afford or risk her exposure to it else they might lose control—or worse their life. Yet they need not worry, she’s been too condition to rebel now.
Nonetheless, her eyes bear a captivating glow—a magical influence that is notorious for its ability to captivate sea-bearers and sailors. Her voice bears a similar note and is naturally smooth and seductive for the same reasons. Her nails are long, but not abnormal and her elegance in the water is unmatched, and her senses are heightened to a very perceptive level. She can be lethal in the water, fast and agile, but lacks the desire to be so.
This is her greatest magic.
Besides the transformation, she holds basic manipulation skills. Unlike many, she can create water on a whim. It leaks from the pours of her skin when she beckons it, and is fresh and drinkable. Of course, she can also whisper to it and manipulate it in ways such as moving and directing it. Example: uphill flow.
Now, as a water based creature there are certain things in life that she is susceptible to. In the winter, she is very sickly and does not do well under extreme temperatures. She becomes sluggish, and can even die if exposed for prolonged periods of time. Likewise in the summer, she does not die under harsh sun. She can rehydrate herself without much effort.
History & Sample
As a little girl, she grew up in a small village that lived both in the Silver Lake and out of it. Her village was an innocent collection of fellow nymphs and other water creatures, such as shifters and elementals. No one bothered anyone, and they were small… not even recognized by the government. No one even knew they existed. That is why they were preyed upon. Bandits, mercenaries, traders took advantage of their vulnerability and weak state and more often than not would abduct supplies, necessities, even women and children. Often time these abductees were sold into an illegal slave trade that circulated through the shadows of the nations—a trade that many leaders looked down upon, but was too slippery to catch and end.
So this was Duan’s fate. She was ten when the village experienced another attack. Both her mother and younger brother—along with herself—were taken that night; seven other villagers were captured as well. From that day on, they were shackled and beaten, abused, starved, demoralized, and spit upon. The stolen women seemed simple to them, rape easily shattered most dominance and rebellion—chains helped as well. The children were a little more rebellious and clueless, making them slow learners and less likely to prove useful as they soon became timid and scared. So it was with Duan. She became frightened by any approaching adult, other than her own mother and soon became mute to the world. She refused to speak to the captors, and when they commanded her to do so—often times inducing abuse to do so—she merely cried or sobbed, but feared to open her mouth. She became terrified of sword and weapons, as she had seen several of her friends and other elders swallowed by such harmful things.
She grew up small and frightened and was easily subdued and dominated by her “keepers.” She was never a problem, and they raised her to be submissive, taught her to fear all and everyone, so that no one should ever have a problem with this slave. And that’s all she was. Memories of her pleasant youth became lost in the horrors of her new future—she was and it would seem she would always be a slave of the trade.
Thirty years after her initial captor—thirty years of harsh imprinting, abuse, and dehumanizing—she was sold to her first owner. He was a crude young man, eager and lustful. I’m sure you can guess what his intentions were when he purchased the young immortal Duan. By the age of forty she was mature and her limitations suddenly grew and she was restricted to a “leash” of sorts. When he was not in the vicinity she was restricted to a locked room. In traveling, she was hooded, cloaked, and kept on a literal leash, from which she was chained during travels. She was as many would call a pet, and was never used for hard labor as some slaves were. Her delicate beauty was taken advantage of in a much more personal way that I need not describe. Suffice to say, tis’ the reason she is still so afraid and so shattered. Even her natural rebellion and self-preservation has been muted.
This was her fate over the next several decades she passed through several hands, sometimes just as a trophy, sometimes for use. She was paradaded and broadcast like a prized stock, and her humanity was stripped from her. She was not human, she did not need to be treated as such. Her life played out miserably in the hands of reckless young men, within the outskirts of the earthen territories. There were none to stop her pain.
However by the age of 94 four… now fate seemed to shift sides. Destiny led her into the hands of a wild, unchecked, insane young man who abused her, discredited her, and violated her with every fiber of his natural being and at every opportunity. He was her Satan. However, one day during their travels, he went out at night—out to the taverns to drink… leaving Duan chained to the mountain where they camped—a shackle around her neck a drop to her right. She could have easily killed herself if she desired, but she was not suicidal and death frightened her.
In the morning he did not come back.
So this new chapter begins.
