Post by amirahkiernan on Aug 7, 2011 23:28:29 GMT -5
Name: Amirah Kiernan
Age: 95 years old
Race: Elf
Occupation: Assassin (soon to be Rider, hopefully)
Allegiance: Amirah stays aloof of all sides until she becomes a Rider.
Physical Description: Amirah stands just short of 5'3--with her boots on. She has stark white, thick wavy hair and skin the color of dark/black walnut meat. She has a round nose, tapered, hazel eyes and full lips, the bottom being a bit fuller than the top. She is soft spoken, a bit monotone but during the few moments she is loud, she has an undeniable rasp to her voice, which is sort of deep. If Elvin voices are musical, Amirah has a sultry, jazzy tone. Though toned, she is a bit curvy for an elf but still as nimble and quick. Amirah usually dresses in gray and black tones; riding pants, boots and a long sleeved shirt. She is most comfortable, honestly, fighting with her hands but, as an assassin is adept with a bow, a sword and a series of sharp daggers and throwing stars.
Personality: Amirah, though quiet, is generally friendly. She is extremely loyal to her friends and this is in part why she hasn't picked a faction. She prefers to stay loose and pick and choose her loyalties as she sees fit. She's strong minded and--rarely--can be a bit belligerent. She loves puzzles, reading, riddles and generally any sort of opportunity to gain knowledge. Fruits are her favorite type of food and purple is her favorite color (even though she never wears it)Although she doesn't discuss it much, Amirah does not court males, preferring instead, to keep her interest in females.
At the beginning of my role play, Amirah will be expressing her disinterest in assassin work. She grows weary of being a pawn for people's politics especially when she feels she doesn't care about the wars going on.
History:
Amirah was born into a common Elvin family. Both of her parents were servants to nobility. Her parents, despite their position, were a happy couple and loving parents. Amirah grew up in a warm, musical home. As a young child, she often played with the noble children but as she grew older she became more aware of her social class. She sympathized with lower class elves and humans--eventually growing to admire the looks of darker skinned elves or humans. Thirsty to learn, Amirah could hardly wait to begin training. She developed a hopeless crush on one of her female teachers which scared her half to death she stopped attending for nearly a week until her father insisted she return.
Amirah impressed her instructors with her quick thinking and excellent memory--especially her excellence with telepathy-- but disappointed them with incomplete assignments. She found it hard to value written work and tests when hands-on learning seemed so much more effective. In her youth, Amirah was fascinated by stories of the Riders and by the Riders themselves, often one of many children eager to play with the dragons whenever they could. As she became older, however, she became less enchanted with them, with the politics behind their mission and with politics in general.
Amirah went home for five years after training. She tried several professions such as a butcher or a metal-smith but found she needed something active, something that would keep her blood pumping. After five years she stumbled into assassin work intrigued by the mystery, but soon found it to be riddled with close-knit politics--something even more dangerous than global politics. Sometimes she was able to pick and choose her clients, most times she had to take what she could get. Years into Assassin work Amirah becomes tired and bored. She has seen all sides of the spectrum, a plethora of opinions and she realizes she's once again intrigued by the riders. She considers the eggs...
Roleplaying Sample:
"Leave it to you to fall in love with a human female," Ceremuin shook his head. He and Amirah sat in a meadow, cloud watching and eating a lunch. Amirah allowed the joke, running her hand through her hair.
"Make fun all you want, Cere, it was truly an accident."
"Oh, it is indeed a mistake. You just do not know it yet."
"What, pray tell, is that supposed to mean?"
"I just can't get comfortable with the idea of a human and an elf together--let alone two females, how does that even work?"
Amirah smirked.
Ceremuin narrowed his eyes. "She's not the first, is she?"
"You're asking personal questions." Amirah reached for another slice of apple. "What does it matter, anyway? Whether she is the first or the last, I feel how I feel."
Ceremuin shook his head. "How did you meet her, hmm?"
"On assignment, actually. She is the daughter of the last man who hired me."
"And?"
"And as I stayed around the estate, under cover, she escorted me along the grounds--as any noblewoman should, it was hospitality."
"And?" Ceremuin spoke with his mouth full, raising one eyebrow above his icy blue eye.
"Well what, Cere? What can I say? We fancy each other."
"Each other? So she loves you as well?"
"I don't know if love is the right word for it." Amirah shook her head. "She's betrothed to someone else."
"Really? And she's romping about with you? Lady-like indeed."
Amirah quickly punched Ceremuin hard in his shoulder. "Watch your words, Cere. She doesn't love the one to whom she's promised. She's doing it for her land, for her legacy. Nothing I understand. She told me she envies common folk, we can marry for love because we have nothing else to marry for." Amirah pulled her knees to her chin.
"Holy Heavens, you're really serious." Cere shook his head. "Well, you were always strong minded, weren't you?"
Amriah laughed. "That's a nice way of saying stubborn, hard of heart, what have you." She sighed. "I do wish I could just steal her away."
"That's romantic. Why don't you? With the way your life has worked out, I'm not surprised if you did it successfully."
"I can't run away with a noblewoman, Cere, that's just...it's just abduction. I'd be hanged."
"Nice to dream about, though, isn't it?"
Amirah lay back on the grass, lifting her hair to feel it cool against her skin. "Yes. It is."
Age: 95 years old
Race: Elf
Occupation: Assassin (soon to be Rider, hopefully)
Allegiance: Amirah stays aloof of all sides until she becomes a Rider.
Physical Description: Amirah stands just short of 5'3--with her boots on. She has stark white, thick wavy hair and skin the color of dark/black walnut meat. She has a round nose, tapered, hazel eyes and full lips, the bottom being a bit fuller than the top. She is soft spoken, a bit monotone but during the few moments she is loud, she has an undeniable rasp to her voice, which is sort of deep. If Elvin voices are musical, Amirah has a sultry, jazzy tone. Though toned, she is a bit curvy for an elf but still as nimble and quick. Amirah usually dresses in gray and black tones; riding pants, boots and a long sleeved shirt. She is most comfortable, honestly, fighting with her hands but, as an assassin is adept with a bow, a sword and a series of sharp daggers and throwing stars.
Personality: Amirah, though quiet, is generally friendly. She is extremely loyal to her friends and this is in part why she hasn't picked a faction. She prefers to stay loose and pick and choose her loyalties as she sees fit. She's strong minded and--rarely--can be a bit belligerent. She loves puzzles, reading, riddles and generally any sort of opportunity to gain knowledge. Fruits are her favorite type of food and purple is her favorite color (even though she never wears it)Although she doesn't discuss it much, Amirah does not court males, preferring instead, to keep her interest in females.
At the beginning of my role play, Amirah will be expressing her disinterest in assassin work. She grows weary of being a pawn for people's politics especially when she feels she doesn't care about the wars going on.
History:
Amirah was born into a common Elvin family. Both of her parents were servants to nobility. Her parents, despite their position, were a happy couple and loving parents. Amirah grew up in a warm, musical home. As a young child, she often played with the noble children but as she grew older she became more aware of her social class. She sympathized with lower class elves and humans--eventually growing to admire the looks of darker skinned elves or humans. Thirsty to learn, Amirah could hardly wait to begin training. She developed a hopeless crush on one of her female teachers which scared her half to death she stopped attending for nearly a week until her father insisted she return.
Amirah impressed her instructors with her quick thinking and excellent memory--especially her excellence with telepathy-- but disappointed them with incomplete assignments. She found it hard to value written work and tests when hands-on learning seemed so much more effective. In her youth, Amirah was fascinated by stories of the Riders and by the Riders themselves, often one of many children eager to play with the dragons whenever they could. As she became older, however, she became less enchanted with them, with the politics behind their mission and with politics in general.
Amirah went home for five years after training. She tried several professions such as a butcher or a metal-smith but found she needed something active, something that would keep her blood pumping. After five years she stumbled into assassin work intrigued by the mystery, but soon found it to be riddled with close-knit politics--something even more dangerous than global politics. Sometimes she was able to pick and choose her clients, most times she had to take what she could get. Years into Assassin work Amirah becomes tired and bored. She has seen all sides of the spectrum, a plethora of opinions and she realizes she's once again intrigued by the riders. She considers the eggs...
Roleplaying Sample:
"Leave it to you to fall in love with a human female," Ceremuin shook his head. He and Amirah sat in a meadow, cloud watching and eating a lunch. Amirah allowed the joke, running her hand through her hair.
"Make fun all you want, Cere, it was truly an accident."
"Oh, it is indeed a mistake. You just do not know it yet."
"What, pray tell, is that supposed to mean?"
"I just can't get comfortable with the idea of a human and an elf together--let alone two females, how does that even work?"
Amirah smirked.
Ceremuin narrowed his eyes. "She's not the first, is she?"
"You're asking personal questions." Amirah reached for another slice of apple. "What does it matter, anyway? Whether she is the first or the last, I feel how I feel."
Ceremuin shook his head. "How did you meet her, hmm?"
"On assignment, actually. She is the daughter of the last man who hired me."
"And?"
"And as I stayed around the estate, under cover, she escorted me along the grounds--as any noblewoman should, it was hospitality."
"And?" Ceremuin spoke with his mouth full, raising one eyebrow above his icy blue eye.
"Well what, Cere? What can I say? We fancy each other."
"Each other? So she loves you as well?"
"I don't know if love is the right word for it." Amirah shook her head. "She's betrothed to someone else."
"Really? And she's romping about with you? Lady-like indeed."
Amirah quickly punched Ceremuin hard in his shoulder. "Watch your words, Cere. She doesn't love the one to whom she's promised. She's doing it for her land, for her legacy. Nothing I understand. She told me she envies common folk, we can marry for love because we have nothing else to marry for." Amirah pulled her knees to her chin.
"Holy Heavens, you're really serious." Cere shook his head. "Well, you were always strong minded, weren't you?"
Amriah laughed. "That's a nice way of saying stubborn, hard of heart, what have you." She sighed. "I do wish I could just steal her away."
"That's romantic. Why don't you? With the way your life has worked out, I'm not surprised if you did it successfully."
"I can't run away with a noblewoman, Cere, that's just...it's just abduction. I'd be hanged."
"Nice to dream about, though, isn't it?"
Amirah lay back on the grass, lifting her hair to feel it cool against her skin. "Yes. It is."
