Post by nightrain on Jun 17, 2006 21:28:42 GMT -5
Name: Amaya Tsuzumi
Gender:Female
Race: Fire Demon
Corner Preferance: Fire
Age: 17
Description: Amaya has crimson red hair that goes to the back her knees and is pulled back in a ponytail. Her red bangs are parted to the the left upon her forehead. She has violet eyes and a somewhat pale complexion. She has a slender and slim figure that is also quite lithe and allows her to bend and do back flips and such in battle. Amaya's slender, yet strong legs help her to run faster than a normal human and she can also control fire with an expert’s hand.
Amaya’s normal outfit is a black and white dress that tight on her figure. It ties around her neck and at the bottom it spilts into 4 parts of fabric, the biggest being in the back. The spilts go high on her thigh for easy movement. She also wears black boots that go about mid calf and black gloves that go almost to her shoulders.
Amaya’s weapons are two golden staffs that are about five foot in length each. The staffs, when twirled, make a high pitch whistling sound that only those with keen hearing can hear (meaning fox, wolf, and other demons like that better watch their ears). In battle, Amaya will light the ends of the staffs.
Personality: Amaya, like the fire she controls, has a fiery spirit. She is not easily put down, physically or emotionally. She thinks of herself as a leader and not a follower and gets very frustrated if someone is giving her orders and not her giving them orders. She is also quick to judge and most of the time is right about someone’s personality. When cornered in a battle, Amaya has a true warrior’s spirit and will not go down without fighting and refuses to give up. Amaya with the opposite sex however can be flirtatious, but only to a certain point and will not push her boundaries. When she is with those she knows well, she shows how loyal and loving of a comrade she is.
Sample Post:
“How’s that papa?”
Amaya turned to her father who was sitting on the porch that was connected to their log cabin. She turned back to the tree which had a painted target on it and the arrow she shot that had landed in the middle of the target. She turned back to her father who smiled at his six year old daughter.
“Perfect Amaya dear, try the other target on the other tree now.”
Amaya glowed with happiness from her father’s praise. She slipped another arrow on to the bow string and then held the bow horizontal. She closed one of her blue eyes and looked to the tip of the arrow. Pulling the bow string taut with her small yet slender fingers, she then held her bow right where she wanted it. Letting the bow string go, the arrow pushed against the air to embedded itself in the middle of the target on the other tree. She jumped at her success of hitting the target perfectly, tossing her red hair about.
Her father smiled and then beckoned his daughter into their house for dinner. After their evening activities were done, Amaya sat impatiently on her bed waiting for her father to come and tuck her in.
“Story?”
Amaya asked when her father came in. She was excited for a story so much that she bounced on her feather filled cot. Her father smiled but shook his head.
“Not tonight.”
“Aw, why not?”
“You’ve had such a busy day. You went out shopping for me and then ran about the countryside and then with your bow and arrow practice later in the afternoon, why not just go to bed?”
“Mama always read or sang to me.”
“You’re mama’s not here though, Amaya. Besides, if you don’t go to bed I’ll have to punish you.”
Amaya sighed, she knew her mother wasn’t with them. Her mother had committed suicide for some unknown reason by jumping off a bluff into the rocks that surround a lake near their village. Most people thought that she had fallen off, but wondered why she would do such a thing. She had a loving husband and a beautiful daughter, and had the wonderful talent of music, yet she decided to throw herself off a cliff. Amaya shook her head and looked at her father.
“Punishment?”
Amaya’s father began to tickle her as his fingers embedded in her side and then moved to behind to tickle around her back. Amaya giggled and laughed, and squirmed trying to get away.
“Stop papa! Stop! That tickles! Stop!”
“What? I can’t understand you with all you’re laughing!”
~~~
“Amaya, you up?”
Amaya jolted from her slumber to look at her companion. The girl in front of her had dark tanned skin and was dressed in tan robes. She looked at Amaya with gentle brown eyes, her dusty brown hair was somewhat in her face.
“I’m awake Kinnea. Am I up?”
Kinnea nodded. Amaya sighed as she got up of the wagon’s dusty floor and dusted herself off. Her thoughts were still with her dreams, that was ten years ago. Amaya’s father had told her to leave one night, because an army was coming into their village to burn it down. Her father had to defend the village and he didn’t want his daughter, who looked so much like his wife, to die at the hands of the enemy. He told his daughter to go with her mother’s friends and live with them for awhile. He told her before she left, that he didn’t trust their lifestyle and how they did things, but he knew Amaya was smarter than that. He knew that she wouldn’t follow their examples and would rather her be with them than his sixteen year old daughter running around the territories. Little did Amaya know that her mother’s old friends were a group of traveling gypsies.
She grumbled to herself looking at the crates and bags that littered the back of the wagon. This wasn’t a glamour and gold life Amaya thought it was. She was the main attraction and brought in what money was earned, most of the money the group had was stolen. She walked to the edge of the wagon, grabbing her staffs and then walked on the dirt covered ground.
She looked at what she had stepped into. She was inside a circle, surrounded by unlit candles. Amaya looked to the side where Kinnea and another girl were sitting at the side cross legged. Kinnea had a drum in between her legs and when Amaya nodded she began to beat on the drum.
With the slightest movement of her hand, all the candles that surrounded Amaya began to burn brightly and glowed in the evening. Amaya let the rhythm of the drums led her feet and arms as her feet pounded against the ground with each dance step she took. She twirled her staffs, the ends lit with a glowing flame. As she got more into it, she let flames dance on the wind and dance around her as she followed the drums rhythm. She smiled, seeing her audience smile at her magical display and soon began to sing a chant as she danced.
“Papa, I know you don’t approve of their lifestyle, but I’m happy. I get to do what I love. I love to dance and I love to sing. Remember papa, how mama use to play her flute in order for me to go to sleep or she would sing to me. Papa, I realize now, how much I am like mama.”
At the end of Amaya’s thought, the drumbeat and her dancing and singing ended in a sudden stop. Amaya had finished in an outstretched position with her staffs crossed and bent down in front of her. She picked her head up when she head the applause of the audience and the light landing of coins of the dirt floor.
Kinnea and the other gypsy ran to the floor and picked up the coins saying their ‘thank you’s. Amaya sighed and let the fire die upon the candles and her staffs as she went back into the wagon. She didn’t care about her profit, her reward was letting those people see her dance and sing. She sat in the wagon for a couple hours before going back outside, her staffs in hand.
Nothing was left, nothing but small wax puddles from the burning candles. Amaya went to look for the gypsies she traveled with only to find them around a campfire. Leaning against the wagon she listened in on their conversation.
“She brings in more money than her mother did! This is great! We barely have to steal! I’m glad we switched them. I can’t believe her mother was so foolish. When she twisted her ankle, she was completely useless and so we tied her up and tossed her off the bluff. The villagers thought she had jumped, ha, what a joke.”
The girls roared in laughter, but Amaya was suffering from a mental breakdown. Amaya turned to the women and looked at them with a hurtful glare. Amaya clutched tight to her staffs as she ran away from the gypsies. They began to run after her, shouting.
“Where are you going? Get back here!’
“No I don’t take orders from you! I’m my own boss! And I won’t obey the ones who killed my mother!”
Amaya roared with anger as bitter tears rolled down her face. She held on to her staffs and then with a wave of her right hand, their wagon caught on fire. Amaya drowned out their yells and cries as she sung softly to herself.
"Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue "
Amaya sang softly into the breeze as she covered her ears at the gypsies' hateful words. She sighed as she went over to a large tree a couple miles away and settled down in between its roots on the ground. She slowly sat down on a cold ground and scooted close to the tree's trunk and leaned against it. She soon fell asleep as the stars above watched her.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
Gender:Female
Race: Fire Demon
Corner Preferance: Fire
Age: 17
Description: Amaya has crimson red hair that goes to the back her knees and is pulled back in a ponytail. Her red bangs are parted to the the left upon her forehead. She has violet eyes and a somewhat pale complexion. She has a slender and slim figure that is also quite lithe and allows her to bend and do back flips and such in battle. Amaya's slender, yet strong legs help her to run faster than a normal human and she can also control fire with an expert’s hand.
Amaya’s normal outfit is a black and white dress that tight on her figure. It ties around her neck and at the bottom it spilts into 4 parts of fabric, the biggest being in the back. The spilts go high on her thigh for easy movement. She also wears black boots that go about mid calf and black gloves that go almost to her shoulders.
Amaya’s weapons are two golden staffs that are about five foot in length each. The staffs, when twirled, make a high pitch whistling sound that only those with keen hearing can hear (meaning fox, wolf, and other demons like that better watch their ears). In battle, Amaya will light the ends of the staffs.
Personality: Amaya, like the fire she controls, has a fiery spirit. She is not easily put down, physically or emotionally. She thinks of herself as a leader and not a follower and gets very frustrated if someone is giving her orders and not her giving them orders. She is also quick to judge and most of the time is right about someone’s personality. When cornered in a battle, Amaya has a true warrior’s spirit and will not go down without fighting and refuses to give up. Amaya with the opposite sex however can be flirtatious, but only to a certain point and will not push her boundaries. When she is with those she knows well, she shows how loyal and loving of a comrade she is.
Sample Post:
“How’s that papa?”
Amaya turned to her father who was sitting on the porch that was connected to their log cabin. She turned back to the tree which had a painted target on it and the arrow she shot that had landed in the middle of the target. She turned back to her father who smiled at his six year old daughter.
“Perfect Amaya dear, try the other target on the other tree now.”
Amaya glowed with happiness from her father’s praise. She slipped another arrow on to the bow string and then held the bow horizontal. She closed one of her blue eyes and looked to the tip of the arrow. Pulling the bow string taut with her small yet slender fingers, she then held her bow right where she wanted it. Letting the bow string go, the arrow pushed against the air to embedded itself in the middle of the target on the other tree. She jumped at her success of hitting the target perfectly, tossing her red hair about.
Her father smiled and then beckoned his daughter into their house for dinner. After their evening activities were done, Amaya sat impatiently on her bed waiting for her father to come and tuck her in.
“Story?”
Amaya asked when her father came in. She was excited for a story so much that she bounced on her feather filled cot. Her father smiled but shook his head.
“Not tonight.”
“Aw, why not?”
“You’ve had such a busy day. You went out shopping for me and then ran about the countryside and then with your bow and arrow practice later in the afternoon, why not just go to bed?”
“Mama always read or sang to me.”
“You’re mama’s not here though, Amaya. Besides, if you don’t go to bed I’ll have to punish you.”
Amaya sighed, she knew her mother wasn’t with them. Her mother had committed suicide for some unknown reason by jumping off a bluff into the rocks that surround a lake near their village. Most people thought that she had fallen off, but wondered why she would do such a thing. She had a loving husband and a beautiful daughter, and had the wonderful talent of music, yet she decided to throw herself off a cliff. Amaya shook her head and looked at her father.
“Punishment?”
Amaya’s father began to tickle her as his fingers embedded in her side and then moved to behind to tickle around her back. Amaya giggled and laughed, and squirmed trying to get away.
“Stop papa! Stop! That tickles! Stop!”
“What? I can’t understand you with all you’re laughing!”
~~~
“Amaya, you up?”
Amaya jolted from her slumber to look at her companion. The girl in front of her had dark tanned skin and was dressed in tan robes. She looked at Amaya with gentle brown eyes, her dusty brown hair was somewhat in her face.
“I’m awake Kinnea. Am I up?”
Kinnea nodded. Amaya sighed as she got up of the wagon’s dusty floor and dusted herself off. Her thoughts were still with her dreams, that was ten years ago. Amaya’s father had told her to leave one night, because an army was coming into their village to burn it down. Her father had to defend the village and he didn’t want his daughter, who looked so much like his wife, to die at the hands of the enemy. He told his daughter to go with her mother’s friends and live with them for awhile. He told her before she left, that he didn’t trust their lifestyle and how they did things, but he knew Amaya was smarter than that. He knew that she wouldn’t follow their examples and would rather her be with them than his sixteen year old daughter running around the territories. Little did Amaya know that her mother’s old friends were a group of traveling gypsies.
She grumbled to herself looking at the crates and bags that littered the back of the wagon. This wasn’t a glamour and gold life Amaya thought it was. She was the main attraction and brought in what money was earned, most of the money the group had was stolen. She walked to the edge of the wagon, grabbing her staffs and then walked on the dirt covered ground.
She looked at what she had stepped into. She was inside a circle, surrounded by unlit candles. Amaya looked to the side where Kinnea and another girl were sitting at the side cross legged. Kinnea had a drum in between her legs and when Amaya nodded she began to beat on the drum.
With the slightest movement of her hand, all the candles that surrounded Amaya began to burn brightly and glowed in the evening. Amaya let the rhythm of the drums led her feet and arms as her feet pounded against the ground with each dance step she took. She twirled her staffs, the ends lit with a glowing flame. As she got more into it, she let flames dance on the wind and dance around her as she followed the drums rhythm. She smiled, seeing her audience smile at her magical display and soon began to sing a chant as she danced.
“Papa, I know you don’t approve of their lifestyle, but I’m happy. I get to do what I love. I love to dance and I love to sing. Remember papa, how mama use to play her flute in order for me to go to sleep or she would sing to me. Papa, I realize now, how much I am like mama.”
At the end of Amaya’s thought, the drumbeat and her dancing and singing ended in a sudden stop. Amaya had finished in an outstretched position with her staffs crossed and bent down in front of her. She picked her head up when she head the applause of the audience and the light landing of coins of the dirt floor.
Kinnea and the other gypsy ran to the floor and picked up the coins saying their ‘thank you’s. Amaya sighed and let the fire die upon the candles and her staffs as she went back into the wagon. She didn’t care about her profit, her reward was letting those people see her dance and sing. She sat in the wagon for a couple hours before going back outside, her staffs in hand.
Nothing was left, nothing but small wax puddles from the burning candles. Amaya went to look for the gypsies she traveled with only to find them around a campfire. Leaning against the wagon she listened in on their conversation.
“She brings in more money than her mother did! This is great! We barely have to steal! I’m glad we switched them. I can’t believe her mother was so foolish. When she twisted her ankle, she was completely useless and so we tied her up and tossed her off the bluff. The villagers thought she had jumped, ha, what a joke.”
The girls roared in laughter, but Amaya was suffering from a mental breakdown. Amaya turned to the women and looked at them with a hurtful glare. Amaya clutched tight to her staffs as she ran away from the gypsies. They began to run after her, shouting.
“Where are you going? Get back here!’
“No I don’t take orders from you! I’m my own boss! And I won’t obey the ones who killed my mother!”
Amaya roared with anger as bitter tears rolled down her face. She held on to her staffs and then with a wave of her right hand, their wagon caught on fire. Amaya drowned out their yells and cries as she sung softly to herself.
"Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you
When the stars go blue "
Amaya sang softly into the breeze as she covered her ears at the gypsies' hateful words. She sighed as she went over to a large tree a couple miles away and settled down in between its roots on the ground. She slowly sat down on a cold ground and scooted close to the tree's trunk and leaned against it. She soon fell asleep as the stars above watched her.
one eye, one horn, flying purple people eater
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