Post by Aster on Jul 20, 2006 13:57:11 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]
[glow=red,2,300]About You[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300][Name/Alias:][/glow]
Chelsey
[glow=red,2,300][Contact Info:][/glow]
E-mail – chelseyjazz@aol.com
AIM: Chelseyjazz
[glow=red,2,300]Your Character[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300][Full Name:][/glow]
Namonai Sashou Okunote (Namoi). She rarely uses this name anymore. As far as she's concerned, Namoi was weak, and now she’s dead.
[glow=red,2,300][Age:][/glow]
19
[glow=red,2,300][Gender:][/glow]
Female
[glow=red,2,300][Date of Birth:] [/glow]
23rd of August
[glow=red,2,300][Place of Birth:][/glow]
Home in the countryside of the Yamani Islands.
[glow=red,2,300][Residence:][/glow]
Wanderer
[glow=red,2,300][Class:][/glow]
Commoner
[glow=red,2,300][Title/rank:][/glow]
none
[glow=red,2,300][Alignment:][/glow]
Neutral (most days, anyway)
[glow=red,2,300][Occupation:] [/glow]
Thief, assasin (though rarely), along with the occasional odd job
[glow=red,2,300][Appearance:] [/glow]
Namoi is tall and willowy, but she’s made of iron from the inside out. The girl has a lean, well muscled body. She has the thick, hard legs of a runner and the long, slender fingers of an artist. And thanks to her Yamani heritage, Namoi’s skin is a golden brown all year round.
Her coal black hair is cut short like a man’s, barely brushing the tips of her ears. Long bangs fall just above her eyes. It was shaved when she was a slave, and Namoi never found reason to completely grow it out again. The deep color of her hair matches that of her eyes, which are framed by short lashes. Her mouth is full, but rarely does she smile. Why would she? Her life has been full of too much pain. Most times Namoi just doesn’t see the point. Do not be fooled when she does smile though. Years of living on the Yamani islands has taught her how to mask her true feelings, so behind the sugar sweet smile, Namoi will most probably be scheming of how many ways she can slit your throat.
Years of scarring and being on the run has changed Namoi for the worst. She holds a deep hatred for those who fight for the law, since they hadn’t helped her when pirates had invaded her home and sold a young Namoi into slavery. Such a powerful emotion has almost consumed Namoi to the point of no return. Gone is her innocence and cheery outlook on life. What remains can only be described as scary beautiful. Darkness looms over Namoi, and it is visible to all who come across her. Whether they believe it is from a troubled past or just plain hate, one thing is for sure. Namoi is a volcano ready to erupt. The only question is, when?
[glow=red,2,300][Attire:] [/glow]
Mainly she wears breeches and tunics, whatever she can steal and occasionally buy. Whatever dresses she has are rather plain and obviously made for a commoner. She never wears one unless it’s necessary for her job, since they can be bloody annoying. Usually she has some type of boot on her feet, even if she’s wearing a dress. It makes for a faster getaway. Her wardrobe, which is always changing on account that she can’t carry a lot of supplies, is a mixture of men and woman’s clothing.
[glow=red,2,300][Personality:] [/glow]
Namoi is difficult to read, but the darkness inside of her is apparent to all. The cheerful dreamer that she was in her youth is no more. Now all Namoi worries about is living to see the next day. It doesn't matter how she gets there. She'll easily work for any side as long as she feels she's in control, and that the side she's on will win.
Her fear of losing her heart makes her cold and distant from the rest of the world, but her acting ability hides this from most people. She doesn't trust easily, and will always push back ten times harder than you'd push to try to get to know her.
She doesn't see herself as weak anymore, but she also doesn't brag. Namoi doesn't usually speak unless it's important, and people who chatter away endlessly only serve to fuel her anger, because she thinks that they are blind to the cruelness of the world. And of course blindness is weakness. She can talk for hours on how the weak need to be disposed of, but Namoi hardly ever kills. Killing is a business to her, and she'll only stoop to it if someone gets in the way. She'd never, ever strike someone who was unarmed.
And she'd cut out her tongue before ever admitting it, but Namoi still cares. This part of her is well hidden, even from herself. She sometimes finds herself hesitating before making a kill, and she knows how dangerous this can be. It's just that once in a while she'll remember what it was like to be unaware of what was really happening; to be innocent, and she sees herself in her victims. Such memories have been plaguing her more and more lately, driving her insane. Having spent four years away from the hard life that was slavery, Namoi isn't sure what she believes anymore, and it scares the hell out of her.
[glow=red,2,300][Beliefs – personal and political:] [/glow]
To anyone who asks her, she'd say that the weak need to be wiped out if the country is to grow. Though somewhere deep inside, Namoi feels guilty for all the lives she had to take to get where she is. At the same time, she argues that her actions were necessary for her survival, and tries to hide her weaker feelings behind a wall. If she hadn’t killed and thieved, she would probably be dead, and that is not an option. If Namoi had learned anything from her disgrace of a mother, it is to go down fighting.
[glow=red,2,300][Fears:] [/glow]
Being a victim, not being in control, wearing her heart out where everyone can see, loving someone only to be betrayed, small spaces, not knowing what’s to become of her
[glow=red,2,300][Likes:] [/glow]
fighting, hard work, flirting (only if she doesn’t get attached), drawing
[glow=red,2,300][Dislikes][/glow]
She has a strong dislike of anyone who fights for no reason, especially if the other person is unarmed. It's cowardly. She also doesn't like killing (despite what she'd tell you), but finds that she has no choice sometimes. Namoi has little patience and hates having to stay put for too long. Her body itches to be moving 24/7.
[glow=red,2,300][Quirks:] [/glow]
Namoi sometimes feels the need to name her weapons. The only person who might know this is Kirra, her younger sister, who definitely knows how Namoi likes to watch people and make up detailed histories for them.
[glow=red,2,300][Weapons:] [/glow]
Knives/daggers – highly skilled - preferred
Hand-to-hand combat – highly skilled - preferred
Crossbow – skilled
Sword – average
Shukusen – average
Glaive/Naginata – poor
Staff/spear – poor
[glow=red,2,300][Inventory:] [/glow]
She always has a dagger attached to each ankle, and sometimes even her thighs. When her outfit permits it, she’ll have one for each wrist as well. Namoi carries vials of different liquids and plants. Some of them are poisonous, while others carry sleeping drugs or liquids that cause their victims to have a burning sensation. Her daggers and vials are her only inventory that is always with her.
[glow=red,2,300][Strengths:] [/glow]
Fighting, keeping her true feelings hidden, picking up accents, drawing, and acting.
[glow=red,2,300][Weaknesses:] [/glow]
Social situations, too much pride, talking about her past, riding, lying, and being open. Often times Namoi can’t find the right words to describe something, having not had the best of teachers, and doesn’t use much detail when she does.
[glow=red,2,300][Magic:] [/glow]
None
[glow=red,2,300][Goal:] [/glow]
She just wants to survive
[glow=red,2,300][Family:] [/glow]
Sashou Yurikami Okunote – mother – deceased – commoner
James Lee – father – unknown (left when younger sister was born) – commoner (merchant)
Kirrali Yurikami Okunote – sister – alive – Queen’s Riders (training)
[glow=red,2,300][Lover:] [/glow]
Nada
[glow=red,2,300][Familiar/Pet:][/glow]
She currently has a dark gray horse that she stole. Namoi doesn’t plan on keeping him long. She can’t risk being caught.
[glow=red,2,300][History:][/glow]
Despite Namoi’s father leaving her when she was two, the girl had a happy childhood. She lived on the Yamani Islands with her mother and younger sister, Kirra. Having been taught good morals and fighting skills, Namoi was a well rounded girl. She was given a decent education and was close to her family. Art was a favorite of hers and she could often be found drawing or painting in the Okunote’s small garden. Every day was full of love, and Namoi never once thought that it could all be taken away from her.
Then disaster struck. Pirates raided Namoi’s village, burning homes and taking whatever prisoners they could find. Sashou Okunote tried to save her daughters, but was mercilessly killed. Namoi, who was only nine, hadn’t been strong enough or quick enough to defend herself and Kirra, so in the end the two were both captured. Being sold into slavery, the two were separated. Namoi was given to various masters over the years, mostly Tortallan nobles. A few were kind hearted souls, but most were just as brutal and ready to break Namoi as the last. At first she tried to claw her way back to Kirra, but the will to do so was soon beaten out of her. Or so her captors thought.
For a while, Namoi clung to the hope that she would see her sister again, and that was enough to get her through a day of slavery. As the years passed, her hope began to die, until Namoi doubted that her sister was even alive. By then she had been hardened from the inside out, and Namoi began to blame everyone for her pain. Even her mother, who had given her life to save Namoi and Kirra, was to blame. How could she have been so weak? Wasn’t her love of her daughters enough to push her to win? Apparently not. Sashou had been weak, and therefore, lost her life. End of story. Namoi wouldn’t let the same happen to her.
From then on, Namoi worked to make herself stronger. She pushed herself until she was over the edge, doing the work of men twice her age, but better. No one guessed what the sudden change was. To them, Namoi was just an imbecile who never spoke, and who didn’t know enough to put up a fight. It never crossed their minds that she was studying them, slowly learning their language and building muscle. It was all an act, of course. She was just waiting for the right time to make her move.
Eventually it became known what a good slave she was, and how she could be trusted. Masters became lazier around her, not questioning why she was so interested in their fighting knowledge, and some didn’t mind when Namoi would watch them practice. It gave them a great opportunity to boast about their skill. What harm could she possibly do anyway? It’s not like Namoi ever let on that she could speak, or ran away when they sent her into town. She did nothing to make them distrust her. Whenever she could, Namoi would practice using the sword and staff. She would never grow much without a proper teacher, though, and her knowledge of the Shukusen and glaive was only the basics. She had been nine when sold into slavery, after all.
When Namoi was fifteen, she decided that the time had come to make an escape. She knew enough of the language to get by for a while, and her knowledge of fighting was better than it had been before. So in the middle of the night, Namoi fled from captivity with only a dagger and enough food for a day. She traveled for a few weeks until she met a man. He was camping in the forest and Namoi had made the mistake of trying to steal from him when he was asleep. He recognized her as an escaped slave and saw fighting potential in the young girl. The two traveled for a few more weeks, and Namoi learned how to use a crossbow and the basics to surviving in the wild. The man then handed Namoi over to some friends of his. They were thieves who took Namoi under their wing, teaching her how to steal, along with the arts of hand-to-hand combat and fighting with a dagger. Namoi learned quickly, and by the time she was 19, she left their company to make a new life for herself.
[glow=red,2,300][Password:][/glow]
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Character Application
[/glow][glow=red,2,300]About You[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300][Name/Alias:][/glow]
Chelsey
[glow=red,2,300][Contact Info:][/glow]
E-mail – chelseyjazz@aol.com
AIM: Chelseyjazz
[glow=red,2,300]Your Character[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300][Full Name:][/glow]
Namonai Sashou Okunote (Namoi). She rarely uses this name anymore. As far as she's concerned, Namoi was weak, and now she’s dead.
[glow=red,2,300][Age:][/glow]
19
[glow=red,2,300][Gender:][/glow]
Female
[glow=red,2,300][Date of Birth:] [/glow]
23rd of August
[glow=red,2,300][Place of Birth:][/glow]
Home in the countryside of the Yamani Islands.
[glow=red,2,300][Residence:][/glow]
Wanderer
[glow=red,2,300][Class:][/glow]
Commoner
[glow=red,2,300][Title/rank:][/glow]
none
[glow=red,2,300][Alignment:][/glow]
Neutral (most days, anyway)
[glow=red,2,300][Occupation:] [/glow]
Thief, assasin (though rarely), along with the occasional odd job
[glow=red,2,300][Appearance:] [/glow]
Namoi is tall and willowy, but she’s made of iron from the inside out. The girl has a lean, well muscled body. She has the thick, hard legs of a runner and the long, slender fingers of an artist. And thanks to her Yamani heritage, Namoi’s skin is a golden brown all year round.
Her coal black hair is cut short like a man’s, barely brushing the tips of her ears. Long bangs fall just above her eyes. It was shaved when she was a slave, and Namoi never found reason to completely grow it out again. The deep color of her hair matches that of her eyes, which are framed by short lashes. Her mouth is full, but rarely does she smile. Why would she? Her life has been full of too much pain. Most times Namoi just doesn’t see the point. Do not be fooled when she does smile though. Years of living on the Yamani islands has taught her how to mask her true feelings, so behind the sugar sweet smile, Namoi will most probably be scheming of how many ways she can slit your throat.
Years of scarring and being on the run has changed Namoi for the worst. She holds a deep hatred for those who fight for the law, since they hadn’t helped her when pirates had invaded her home and sold a young Namoi into slavery. Such a powerful emotion has almost consumed Namoi to the point of no return. Gone is her innocence and cheery outlook on life. What remains can only be described as scary beautiful. Darkness looms over Namoi, and it is visible to all who come across her. Whether they believe it is from a troubled past or just plain hate, one thing is for sure. Namoi is a volcano ready to erupt. The only question is, when?
[glow=red,2,300][Attire:] [/glow]
Mainly she wears breeches and tunics, whatever she can steal and occasionally buy. Whatever dresses she has are rather plain and obviously made for a commoner. She never wears one unless it’s necessary for her job, since they can be bloody annoying. Usually she has some type of boot on her feet, even if she’s wearing a dress. It makes for a faster getaway. Her wardrobe, which is always changing on account that she can’t carry a lot of supplies, is a mixture of men and woman’s clothing.
[glow=red,2,300][Personality:] [/glow]
Namoi is difficult to read, but the darkness inside of her is apparent to all. The cheerful dreamer that she was in her youth is no more. Now all Namoi worries about is living to see the next day. It doesn't matter how she gets there. She'll easily work for any side as long as she feels she's in control, and that the side she's on will win.
Her fear of losing her heart makes her cold and distant from the rest of the world, but her acting ability hides this from most people. She doesn't trust easily, and will always push back ten times harder than you'd push to try to get to know her.
She doesn't see herself as weak anymore, but she also doesn't brag. Namoi doesn't usually speak unless it's important, and people who chatter away endlessly only serve to fuel her anger, because she thinks that they are blind to the cruelness of the world. And of course blindness is weakness. She can talk for hours on how the weak need to be disposed of, but Namoi hardly ever kills. Killing is a business to her, and she'll only stoop to it if someone gets in the way. She'd never, ever strike someone who was unarmed.
And she'd cut out her tongue before ever admitting it, but Namoi still cares. This part of her is well hidden, even from herself. She sometimes finds herself hesitating before making a kill, and she knows how dangerous this can be. It's just that once in a while she'll remember what it was like to be unaware of what was really happening; to be innocent, and she sees herself in her victims. Such memories have been plaguing her more and more lately, driving her insane. Having spent four years away from the hard life that was slavery, Namoi isn't sure what she believes anymore, and it scares the hell out of her.
[glow=red,2,300][Beliefs – personal and political:] [/glow]
To anyone who asks her, she'd say that the weak need to be wiped out if the country is to grow. Though somewhere deep inside, Namoi feels guilty for all the lives she had to take to get where she is. At the same time, she argues that her actions were necessary for her survival, and tries to hide her weaker feelings behind a wall. If she hadn’t killed and thieved, she would probably be dead, and that is not an option. If Namoi had learned anything from her disgrace of a mother, it is to go down fighting.
[glow=red,2,300][Fears:] [/glow]
Being a victim, not being in control, wearing her heart out where everyone can see, loving someone only to be betrayed, small spaces, not knowing what’s to become of her
[glow=red,2,300][Likes:] [/glow]
fighting, hard work, flirting (only if she doesn’t get attached), drawing
[glow=red,2,300][Dislikes][/glow]
She has a strong dislike of anyone who fights for no reason, especially if the other person is unarmed. It's cowardly. She also doesn't like killing (despite what she'd tell you), but finds that she has no choice sometimes. Namoi has little patience and hates having to stay put for too long. Her body itches to be moving 24/7.
[glow=red,2,300][Quirks:] [/glow]
Namoi sometimes feels the need to name her weapons. The only person who might know this is Kirra, her younger sister, who definitely knows how Namoi likes to watch people and make up detailed histories for them.
[glow=red,2,300][Weapons:] [/glow]
Knives/daggers – highly skilled - preferred
Hand-to-hand combat – highly skilled - preferred
Crossbow – skilled
Sword – average
Shukusen – average
Glaive/Naginata – poor
Staff/spear – poor
[glow=red,2,300][Inventory:] [/glow]
She always has a dagger attached to each ankle, and sometimes even her thighs. When her outfit permits it, she’ll have one for each wrist as well. Namoi carries vials of different liquids and plants. Some of them are poisonous, while others carry sleeping drugs or liquids that cause their victims to have a burning sensation. Her daggers and vials are her only inventory that is always with her.
[glow=red,2,300][Strengths:] [/glow]
Fighting, keeping her true feelings hidden, picking up accents, drawing, and acting.
[glow=red,2,300][Weaknesses:] [/glow]
Social situations, too much pride, talking about her past, riding, lying, and being open. Often times Namoi can’t find the right words to describe something, having not had the best of teachers, and doesn’t use much detail when she does.
[glow=red,2,300][Magic:] [/glow]
None
[glow=red,2,300][Goal:] [/glow]
She just wants to survive
[glow=red,2,300][Family:] [/glow]
Sashou Yurikami Okunote – mother – deceased – commoner
James Lee – father – unknown (left when younger sister was born) – commoner (merchant)
Kirrali Yurikami Okunote – sister – alive – Queen’s Riders (training)
[glow=red,2,300][Lover:] [/glow]
Nada
[glow=red,2,300][Familiar/Pet:][/glow]
She currently has a dark gray horse that she stole. Namoi doesn’t plan on keeping him long. She can’t risk being caught.
[glow=red,2,300][History:][/glow]
Despite Namoi’s father leaving her when she was two, the girl had a happy childhood. She lived on the Yamani Islands with her mother and younger sister, Kirra. Having been taught good morals and fighting skills, Namoi was a well rounded girl. She was given a decent education and was close to her family. Art was a favorite of hers and she could often be found drawing or painting in the Okunote’s small garden. Every day was full of love, and Namoi never once thought that it could all be taken away from her.
Then disaster struck. Pirates raided Namoi’s village, burning homes and taking whatever prisoners they could find. Sashou Okunote tried to save her daughters, but was mercilessly killed. Namoi, who was only nine, hadn’t been strong enough or quick enough to defend herself and Kirra, so in the end the two were both captured. Being sold into slavery, the two were separated. Namoi was given to various masters over the years, mostly Tortallan nobles. A few were kind hearted souls, but most were just as brutal and ready to break Namoi as the last. At first she tried to claw her way back to Kirra, but the will to do so was soon beaten out of her. Or so her captors thought.
For a while, Namoi clung to the hope that she would see her sister again, and that was enough to get her through a day of slavery. As the years passed, her hope began to die, until Namoi doubted that her sister was even alive. By then she had been hardened from the inside out, and Namoi began to blame everyone for her pain. Even her mother, who had given her life to save Namoi and Kirra, was to blame. How could she have been so weak? Wasn’t her love of her daughters enough to push her to win? Apparently not. Sashou had been weak, and therefore, lost her life. End of story. Namoi wouldn’t let the same happen to her.
From then on, Namoi worked to make herself stronger. She pushed herself until she was over the edge, doing the work of men twice her age, but better. No one guessed what the sudden change was. To them, Namoi was just an imbecile who never spoke, and who didn’t know enough to put up a fight. It never crossed their minds that she was studying them, slowly learning their language and building muscle. It was all an act, of course. She was just waiting for the right time to make her move.
Eventually it became known what a good slave she was, and how she could be trusted. Masters became lazier around her, not questioning why she was so interested in their fighting knowledge, and some didn’t mind when Namoi would watch them practice. It gave them a great opportunity to boast about their skill. What harm could she possibly do anyway? It’s not like Namoi ever let on that she could speak, or ran away when they sent her into town. She did nothing to make them distrust her. Whenever she could, Namoi would practice using the sword and staff. She would never grow much without a proper teacher, though, and her knowledge of the Shukusen and glaive was only the basics. She had been nine when sold into slavery, after all.
When Namoi was fifteen, she decided that the time had come to make an escape. She knew enough of the language to get by for a while, and her knowledge of fighting was better than it had been before. So in the middle of the night, Namoi fled from captivity with only a dagger and enough food for a day. She traveled for a few weeks until she met a man. He was camping in the forest and Namoi had made the mistake of trying to steal from him when he was asleep. He recognized her as an escaped slave and saw fighting potential in the young girl. The two traveled for a few more weeks, and Namoi learned how to use a crossbow and the basics to surviving in the wild. The man then handed Namoi over to some friends of his. They were thieves who took Namoi under their wing, teaching her how to steal, along with the arts of hand-to-hand combat and fighting with a dagger. Namoi learned quickly, and by the time she was 19, she left their company to make a new life for herself.
[glow=red,2,300][Password:][/glow]
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