Post by ~.::.alastar.::.~ on Aug 28, 2006 19:00:36 GMT -5
Name: Hekara Alastar
Gender: female
Age: 81
Race: Elfish Samurai Raven (a legendary clan known for its mastery of rare weapons and abilities, the generations of this clan dwindled down to only a few remaining as the years of misery and plagues massacred most of the Elfish Samurai Ravens)
Corner Preference: water, pledged to the goddess Heiseph
Description: Hekara Alastar stands tall with the height of 5’ 4”. Her body is lean and fit for maximum fighting capabilities and ambidextrous ability. Crimson eyes contrast to her albino hair and slightly pale, yet suntanned skin. Her albino strands are always held up with two wooden chopsticks painted with the blood of her mother forming a brilliant rose in a spiked bun. Bangs fall to the sides not being long enough to be firmly placed within the rest, the right side draping over the corner of her focused eye. Alastar travels in her traditional samurai outfit; a white altered kimono that drapes over her backside and front. The draped cloth in the back is longer in length than the front and leads into splitting blue striped feathers of a rare bird. These same feathers are also sewn to spike out down the upper spine of Hekara’s upper back. The shoulders of her outfit reveal her soft skin and then cover the rest of her arms with dark blue velvet. The right arm tightens around, covering the thumb, when the left arms loosens and is lined with a silver silk starting at the elbow. Alastar wears a thin blue fabric covering her long legs. The fabric is very flowing and baggy, not formfitting at all. The pants are held up by a silver bonding wrap, only the wrap does not clasp the sides of the grayish blue fabric, allowing swathing, divulging her hips on both sides. The exotic uniform is complimented by a diamond woven pouch of green, black, white, and yellow in a fascinating array. It hangs low on her right hip holding Hekara’s iron chopsticks. Completing her traditional garment, the young samurai wears light brown sandals with dark brown sturdy string, wrapping around up her leg to her mid-calf, holding her toes and her heels.
Personality: Mercy is not likely to be found within this being, nor is romance or regret. Alastar was born of a great clan; she expects nothing less but the best to come out of her from being conceived of the Elfish Samurai Ravens. Knowing this fact, Hekara tends to be egotistical and arrogant. She only wishes to fight worthy opponents and ally herself with commendable people. Any lower beings compared to her, she will just brush right off her shoulder without regret. Her personality is able to go two ways though. This is not a split personality, it just all depends what situation she finds herself in. Within a fight, her attention is always on her opponent and the environment, anything essential she will comprehend. This helps Alastar to never mistake her adversary, her location, or her strategies. On the other hand, when among allies during peaceful times, the samurai will lighten up to a certain extent. Hekara will not be a happy go getter, no she’ll be more content and relaxed, mostly keeping to herself unless in conversation. The feisty young lady loves a good fight; however she’s a sore loser. Alastar refuses to give up until she realizes she reached her limit and gave it her all. Past hostilities of cheap shots made her grow a severe hate for anyone of wind, there is no chance of any alliance with them, even if they are worthy. This is the way Hekara Alastar works.
In simple words, she is a narcissistic samurai who offers no mercy to anyone who challenges her. The only way to get an alliance with this rambunctious girl is to either beat her in a fair fight, or to tie.
Weapons: Being an Elfish Samurai Raven, and coming from an elite clan, Hekara possesses many weapons; some concealed from the naked eyes, and some out in the open. One of the weapons she carries on the outside is her all time favorite weapon, the pudao. The pudao is a sturdy weapon that only few of her people could master. It has the length of five feet and two inches, almost reaching the height of Hekara. Half of the weapon is shear fatal blade, thickened in width as it travels out from the hilt and tipped, and half of the weapon is hilt. The weapon balances perfectly; blade weight equals the hilt weight, allowing the user to maneuver easily when in combat. The pudao is usually in Alastar’s hand, but at times it is held along her spine within its protective sheath, long enough only for the blade, the hilt goes beyond Hekara’s head by a few inches. Another weapon Hekara is fond enough of to show is a normal sword with a few adjustments. The sword has a peacock feather wrapped around the hilt and is stretched to the tip of the blade. The purpose of this is to draw the enemy’s eye away from the slicing blade, a distraction basically. This unique sword hangs from her side, clasped safely in her belt. Smaller weapons are concealed within the samurai’s wardrobe. Strapped on her upper thigh, tamo hidden daggers are secretly resting waiting to be used. Tamo hidden daggers come in as two in one, when joined together, it resembles a one foot staff, but when pulled apart, the sheath reveals two thin blades meant only for piercing. Finally, Alastar only uses her iron chopsticks as a last resort. These are much like throwing needles; only the chopsticks have one pointed end and one rounded end, each having their own intent. She carries five pair in her diamond pouch.
Skills: Along with her mastery of weapons, Hekara has gifted skills only a true master of the Elfish Samurai Raven should posses. One such power involves her illusionary devices. Alastar, by manipulating the enemy’s vision and sense of touch, can create illusions beyond all compare. However, there is a catch in this ability, Hekara must be touching the victim to manipulate their sense of touch, and her eyes must make eye contact in order to create illusions through their eyes. To further her skills, Hekara Alastar has the power of sending strong shockwaves of sound through the palms of her hands. Alastar was also trained to never fight anyone who did not have a weapon with weapons, instead go with hand to hand combat. Her clan’s hand to hand techniques are unusual though, many fight with fist while they do not. Hekara fights with open hands, striking with the bone of her palm. These skills could be deadly when combined to anyone when Alastar decides to be brutal.
Sample Post:
Gender: female
Age: 81
Race: Elfish Samurai Raven (a legendary clan known for its mastery of rare weapons and abilities, the generations of this clan dwindled down to only a few remaining as the years of misery and plagues massacred most of the Elfish Samurai Ravens)
Corner Preference: water, pledged to the goddess Heiseph
Description: Hekara Alastar stands tall with the height of 5’ 4”. Her body is lean and fit for maximum fighting capabilities and ambidextrous ability. Crimson eyes contrast to her albino hair and slightly pale, yet suntanned skin. Her albino strands are always held up with two wooden chopsticks painted with the blood of her mother forming a brilliant rose in a spiked bun. Bangs fall to the sides not being long enough to be firmly placed within the rest, the right side draping over the corner of her focused eye. Alastar travels in her traditional samurai outfit; a white altered kimono that drapes over her backside and front. The draped cloth in the back is longer in length than the front and leads into splitting blue striped feathers of a rare bird. These same feathers are also sewn to spike out down the upper spine of Hekara’s upper back. The shoulders of her outfit reveal her soft skin and then cover the rest of her arms with dark blue velvet. The right arm tightens around, covering the thumb, when the left arms loosens and is lined with a silver silk starting at the elbow. Alastar wears a thin blue fabric covering her long legs. The fabric is very flowing and baggy, not formfitting at all. The pants are held up by a silver bonding wrap, only the wrap does not clasp the sides of the grayish blue fabric, allowing swathing, divulging her hips on both sides. The exotic uniform is complimented by a diamond woven pouch of green, black, white, and yellow in a fascinating array. It hangs low on her right hip holding Hekara’s iron chopsticks. Completing her traditional garment, the young samurai wears light brown sandals with dark brown sturdy string, wrapping around up her leg to her mid-calf, holding her toes and her heels.
Personality: Mercy is not likely to be found within this being, nor is romance or regret. Alastar was born of a great clan; she expects nothing less but the best to come out of her from being conceived of the Elfish Samurai Ravens. Knowing this fact, Hekara tends to be egotistical and arrogant. She only wishes to fight worthy opponents and ally herself with commendable people. Any lower beings compared to her, she will just brush right off her shoulder without regret. Her personality is able to go two ways though. This is not a split personality, it just all depends what situation she finds herself in. Within a fight, her attention is always on her opponent and the environment, anything essential she will comprehend. This helps Alastar to never mistake her adversary, her location, or her strategies. On the other hand, when among allies during peaceful times, the samurai will lighten up to a certain extent. Hekara will not be a happy go getter, no she’ll be more content and relaxed, mostly keeping to herself unless in conversation. The feisty young lady loves a good fight; however she’s a sore loser. Alastar refuses to give up until she realizes she reached her limit and gave it her all. Past hostilities of cheap shots made her grow a severe hate for anyone of wind, there is no chance of any alliance with them, even if they are worthy. This is the way Hekara Alastar works.
In simple words, she is a narcissistic samurai who offers no mercy to anyone who challenges her. The only way to get an alliance with this rambunctious girl is to either beat her in a fair fight, or to tie.
Weapons: Being an Elfish Samurai Raven, and coming from an elite clan, Hekara possesses many weapons; some concealed from the naked eyes, and some out in the open. One of the weapons she carries on the outside is her all time favorite weapon, the pudao. The pudao is a sturdy weapon that only few of her people could master. It has the length of five feet and two inches, almost reaching the height of Hekara. Half of the weapon is shear fatal blade, thickened in width as it travels out from the hilt and tipped, and half of the weapon is hilt. The weapon balances perfectly; blade weight equals the hilt weight, allowing the user to maneuver easily when in combat. The pudao is usually in Alastar’s hand, but at times it is held along her spine within its protective sheath, long enough only for the blade, the hilt goes beyond Hekara’s head by a few inches. Another weapon Hekara is fond enough of to show is a normal sword with a few adjustments. The sword has a peacock feather wrapped around the hilt and is stretched to the tip of the blade. The purpose of this is to draw the enemy’s eye away from the slicing blade, a distraction basically. This unique sword hangs from her side, clasped safely in her belt. Smaller weapons are concealed within the samurai’s wardrobe. Strapped on her upper thigh, tamo hidden daggers are secretly resting waiting to be used. Tamo hidden daggers come in as two in one, when joined together, it resembles a one foot staff, but when pulled apart, the sheath reveals two thin blades meant only for piercing. Finally, Alastar only uses her iron chopsticks as a last resort. These are much like throwing needles; only the chopsticks have one pointed end and one rounded end, each having their own intent. She carries five pair in her diamond pouch.
Skills: Along with her mastery of weapons, Hekara has gifted skills only a true master of the Elfish Samurai Raven should posses. One such power involves her illusionary devices. Alastar, by manipulating the enemy’s vision and sense of touch, can create illusions beyond all compare. However, there is a catch in this ability, Hekara must be touching the victim to manipulate their sense of touch, and her eyes must make eye contact in order to create illusions through their eyes. To further her skills, Hekara Alastar has the power of sending strong shockwaves of sound through the palms of her hands. Alastar was also trained to never fight anyone who did not have a weapon with weapons, instead go with hand to hand combat. Her clan’s hand to hand techniques are unusual though, many fight with fist while they do not. Hekara fights with open hands, striking with the bone of her palm. These skills could be deadly when combined to anyone when Alastar decides to be brutal.
Sample Post:
A rogue figure walked alone under the pouring rain. White albino hair clung to the semi-pale skin of a feminine being. The lone samurai watched her footing as she trudged through the dismal weather, though she didn’t seem to mind as her clothes and hair got drenched. Thunder crack above her as lightning stuck across the cloudy sky. Blinding light filled the land and outlined the woman’s figure and shadowed her detailed body.
Crimson eyes jolted up to see a winged being standing in her way. It was one of the survivors. The winged creature held a mask of anger across his porcelain skin as the water soaked the skin, dripping from his jaw line and tips of cobalt strands. It was clear to the albino being he was not going to move out of her path. Fine white eyebrows lowered in aggravation. This is what she gets for allowing one being to survive. Slowly her voice cut through the thunder and pouring rain as her lips parted to speak one word.
“Move.”
The female pulled down her chin with a clear dead sight on the enemy as he shook his head in defiance. Frustration filtered through her blood red eyes as a grunt was released through baring teeth. The pudao in her right hand was gripped tighter as her request was rejected. The feminine being known as Hekara Alastar sat the butt of the weapon on the drenched ground. Her chin rose showing if she did not get what she wanted, there would be trouble. Crimson eyes widened as Alastar spat at the winged being standing in her way.
“Get out of my way!”
“No!”
The barrier between Alastar and shelter under the trees responded shortly to her forceful voice. He had courage that was for sure. But everything else streaming through the being’s veins was foolishness. Alastar lowered both her head and voice. Her eyebrows were still low showing rage, but the crimson was shielded by closed eyelids.
“Then…”
Praying for forgiveness about what she was about to do to this unworthy fool, Hekara shot her head up and threw open the blood red eyes. The woman sprinted using her abilities of speed to charge at the stubborn winged being. The pudao was held tightly in front of her chest within her feminine hand. Her voice cut through the storm’s voice. Alastar bent down to the ground and pulled her leg muscles tight. Within no less than a second, Alastar released the tense muscles and leapt into the air above the landed male. She twirled the pudao in her hand above her head and then caught the blade to point down at her designated target.
“…you’ll die!”
Apparently gifted with reflexes, the male dodged the pudao’s deadly blade for it to engrave itself into the earth. The survivor of his village spread his wetted angelic wings and began to take off. However, since this being had the courage to fight Alastar, she was not going to let him get out of his challenge. Pulling the blade sharply out of its embedded holding, Hekara reached her left hand out to grab the slender ankle of the flying man. A grin of demonic pleasantry slide across the fine lips of the female samurai. She flipped the blade to face the opposite way while pulling the young man back to the earth slamming his back against the soggy mud. Alastar, once the man hit the ground, pinned the male’s neck with the long hilt of her pudao. Alastar lowered her face a bit with the confident grin still painted on her lips. A smooth voice with cunning slipped out of the female’s mouth.
“I warned you.”
Despite the samurai’s words and sound in attitude, the male forced a smile of determination. He leaned his head up towards her and whispered.
“I hate warnings.”
With those words spoken, the cobalt haired man took and used Hekara’s confidence against her. Quickly grabbing the hilt pinning him at the neck, he knocked it a side and threw a kick straight into Alastar’s jaw. The flexible male twisted out of the samurai’s holding and ran the opposite direction attempting to pick up speed for flight.
Grunting at the sudden blow, Hekara dropped her faithful pudao. The blade embedded into the earth shallowly. Her eyes automatically honed in on the fleeing enemy. Her crimson eyes filled with bloodlust. She brought a hand up to her mouth a wiped away the small stream of red fluid from her lip. Angered even more, Alastar took back her prayer and bolted after the foolish male.
With just about enough speed, the winged being began to flap the appendages on his back, but only to be shortly cut off from his intentional flight. His wide eyes slowly turned around to see a feminine hand gripping tightly on his delicate wing. Gasping as he was pulled back to the ground, he felt horrible pressure placed on his back, in between his shoulder blades and angelic wings. Alastar had placed the heel of her sandaled foot on his back, placing enormous amounts of pressure there. A smirk only the devil should wear wiped across her fine lips. Hekara grasped the free wing on the male before anything he could think of could be done. The tips of her fingers dug into the feathers as she pulled harshly on the connected appendages. As the vengeful samurai yanked, hearing screams of pain from her foolish enemy, she asked with the hint of annoyance in her voice.
“Do you know why I let you live?”
The only response was hurtful yells. The screams carried on relentlessly as the winged creature felt the tendons connecting his precious wings to his back tear. Alastar continued to explanation, ignoring the pain she was inflicting upon the male.
“So you could rebuild your people and…”
One last ear piercing scream was released from the dry lips of the young man as he felt his wings leave their position. Alastar fully tore them off. Skin shredded as the limbs disconnected, blood poured from the male’s back and from the no longer conjoining wings. The young man collapsed to the ground, into his own pool of blood. Heaving from pain, shock filled his eyes soon death overtook him. It was too much for a young man of his age to handle; too much pain, and agony, too much blood loss. The wingless being laid there quietly taking in his killer’s last words. Crimson eyes soaked in her enemy’s blood as the lightning flashed giving it a brilliant glow of horror. Blood covered her hands and soaked into some of her clothes, but most fell to the ground and stained it of its color. Alastar narrowed her eyes and continued to grin with the devil’s look upon her face.
“…so I could slay them."
[/font][/size]Crimson eyes jolted up to see a winged being standing in her way. It was one of the survivors. The winged creature held a mask of anger across his porcelain skin as the water soaked the skin, dripping from his jaw line and tips of cobalt strands. It was clear to the albino being he was not going to move out of her path. Fine white eyebrows lowered in aggravation. This is what she gets for allowing one being to survive. Slowly her voice cut through the thunder and pouring rain as her lips parted to speak one word.
“Move.”
The female pulled down her chin with a clear dead sight on the enemy as he shook his head in defiance. Frustration filtered through her blood red eyes as a grunt was released through baring teeth. The pudao in her right hand was gripped tighter as her request was rejected. The feminine being known as Hekara Alastar sat the butt of the weapon on the drenched ground. Her chin rose showing if she did not get what she wanted, there would be trouble. Crimson eyes widened as Alastar spat at the winged being standing in her way.
“Get out of my way!”
“No!”
The barrier between Alastar and shelter under the trees responded shortly to her forceful voice. He had courage that was for sure. But everything else streaming through the being’s veins was foolishness. Alastar lowered both her head and voice. Her eyebrows were still low showing rage, but the crimson was shielded by closed eyelids.
“Then…”
Praying for forgiveness about what she was about to do to this unworthy fool, Hekara shot her head up and threw open the blood red eyes. The woman sprinted using her abilities of speed to charge at the stubborn winged being. The pudao was held tightly in front of her chest within her feminine hand. Her voice cut through the storm’s voice. Alastar bent down to the ground and pulled her leg muscles tight. Within no less than a second, Alastar released the tense muscles and leapt into the air above the landed male. She twirled the pudao in her hand above her head and then caught the blade to point down at her designated target.
“…you’ll die!”
Apparently gifted with reflexes, the male dodged the pudao’s deadly blade for it to engrave itself into the earth. The survivor of his village spread his wetted angelic wings and began to take off. However, since this being had the courage to fight Alastar, she was not going to let him get out of his challenge. Pulling the blade sharply out of its embedded holding, Hekara reached her left hand out to grab the slender ankle of the flying man. A grin of demonic pleasantry slide across the fine lips of the female samurai. She flipped the blade to face the opposite way while pulling the young man back to the earth slamming his back against the soggy mud. Alastar, once the man hit the ground, pinned the male’s neck with the long hilt of her pudao. Alastar lowered her face a bit with the confident grin still painted on her lips. A smooth voice with cunning slipped out of the female’s mouth.
“I warned you.”
Despite the samurai’s words and sound in attitude, the male forced a smile of determination. He leaned his head up towards her and whispered.
“I hate warnings.”
With those words spoken, the cobalt haired man took and used Hekara’s confidence against her. Quickly grabbing the hilt pinning him at the neck, he knocked it a side and threw a kick straight into Alastar’s jaw. The flexible male twisted out of the samurai’s holding and ran the opposite direction attempting to pick up speed for flight.
Grunting at the sudden blow, Hekara dropped her faithful pudao. The blade embedded into the earth shallowly. Her eyes automatically honed in on the fleeing enemy. Her crimson eyes filled with bloodlust. She brought a hand up to her mouth a wiped away the small stream of red fluid from her lip. Angered even more, Alastar took back her prayer and bolted after the foolish male.
With just about enough speed, the winged being began to flap the appendages on his back, but only to be shortly cut off from his intentional flight. His wide eyes slowly turned around to see a feminine hand gripping tightly on his delicate wing. Gasping as he was pulled back to the ground, he felt horrible pressure placed on his back, in between his shoulder blades and angelic wings. Alastar had placed the heel of her sandaled foot on his back, placing enormous amounts of pressure there. A smirk only the devil should wear wiped across her fine lips. Hekara grasped the free wing on the male before anything he could think of could be done. The tips of her fingers dug into the feathers as she pulled harshly on the connected appendages. As the vengeful samurai yanked, hearing screams of pain from her foolish enemy, she asked with the hint of annoyance in her voice.
“Do you know why I let you live?”
The only response was hurtful yells. The screams carried on relentlessly as the winged creature felt the tendons connecting his precious wings to his back tear. Alastar continued to explanation, ignoring the pain she was inflicting upon the male.
“So you could rebuild your people and…”
One last ear piercing scream was released from the dry lips of the young man as he felt his wings leave their position. Alastar fully tore them off. Skin shredded as the limbs disconnected, blood poured from the male’s back and from the no longer conjoining wings. The young man collapsed to the ground, into his own pool of blood. Heaving from pain, shock filled his eyes soon death overtook him. It was too much for a young man of his age to handle; too much pain, and agony, too much blood loss. The wingless being laid there quietly taking in his killer’s last words. Crimson eyes soaked in her enemy’s blood as the lightning flashed giving it a brilliant glow of horror. Blood covered her hands and soaked into some of her clothes, but most fell to the ground and stained it of its color. Alastar narrowed her eyes and continued to grin with the devil’s look upon her face.
“…so I could slay them."
