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Post by Seze on Jan 23, 2010 14:21:43 GMT -5
(Image credit goes completely to =VanEvil at Deviantart.com) SEZE "Blue flower" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Heritage
Clan: Former warrior of the Ikran Clan of the Eastern Sea
Family: Nak'iroti- Father, deceased Huaki'ori- Mother, deceased
Age: About twenty two in human years.
Status Among the People: Seeing as I will be having Seze find/work herself into the omaticaya clan, she has no status as of yet. Though I suppose she could be marked an 'Outsider.'
Special Markings: Seze's markings are less prominent than most, being of paler coloration and smaller width. Thin tiger-like stripes dash across her face and ring her green-gray eyes. A circular marking on her forehead stretches down into an arrow-like shape on her nose. Across her body the stripes seem to widen and slim at different positions; Those on her shoulders and thighs are thick but gradually wane into long and thin slices as they go down her legs and arms. The bright colored glowing specks of her people follow the most prominent of her markings. Her long hair is twisted into many braids with the longest being in the back and the one holding the 'tentacles' that connect her to her Ikran. In her former clan, Seze was always painted with the marks of a flier and huntress; Orange and black, the color of her Ikran for her flier status, is painted beneath and above her eyes, around her shoulders, and on her inner thighs. The huntress marks are of a gray and white coloration and stripe her tail, outer ears, and chest.
Ikran: Name;; Vrrtep Meaning;; Demon Why;; Named for his behavior and to scare off other Na'vi from riding him; As if he doesn't do that already.
Coloration;; Seze's Ikran is dark as the night; Literally. Its skin is a dark and plain oily black that catches ones attention when its seen fluttering amidst the brighter hued Ikran. It has few markings- perhaps the majority of them are covered and unseen, being under the black- though there are the simplest it can boast of. A large orange 'X' crisscrosses this critters chest, and two perfect little circles of the same hue were placed in the exact middle of the back of his wings. Rings around its reptilian eyes are also of orange coloration. These few brighter marks finish up Vrrtep's general appearance.
Personality;; Vrrtep is not the sweetest peach on the tree. He is large, Loud, In charge, and proud. A very difficult beast to tame, when Seze first claimed him he had given her a broken arm in the process which Eywa healed.... over time. He shows affections only to his master, and this fiery Ikran allows none to ride him besides Seze, even if it is double with his mistress on him as well. He is a very strong flier with wings a bit larger than the average males; Then again, he is an Ikran from the Ocean clan and they tend to be a bit bigger in size.
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Personality:
Talents: Being from the Ikran Clan of the Eastern Sea, Seze can boast of fine Ikran riding skills. She and her Ikran are talented in tricks and very light skimming of water; Two things she could practice often in her ocean clan. She also happens to have great skill with animals and has been spotted petting and caressing the brutal heads of Thanators. She ventures toward creatures most are too smart (Or stupid. ;D) To approach. Direwolves have often been seen running at her heels. A Strong connection to Eywa; Perhaps this is why the critters love her? She is a very spiritual individual and though she doesn't really hold a claim to any clan yet, she still practices the customs and sayings her people used to repeat.
Best Known for: Bringing strange creatures to hometree, Being a good singer, Her reclusiveness, Being painted with the markings of her people more so than anyone in the Omaticaya tribe.
Hobbies: + Flying on Vrrtep + Singing + Exploring the 'new land' + Observing the humans + Seeking out and moving like and with the creatures of the land.
Strengths: + Ikran Riding; See above explanation in 'Talents'. P: + Swimming;; Something she did much of in her Ocean-residing clan + Imitating animal noises;; She picks such vocal calls up from the critters she watches and tries to move and see like. + Being silent;; Moving as silently and in the many different ways all different creatures can, Seze is both quiet by nature and by learning. She is found when she wants to be and hidden when she does not wish to be spoken to or seen.
Weaknesses: - Horses/ Horse riding; The hoofed beasts scare the living daylights out of her. Seze may be good with animals, but these are the particular creatures she tries to show no abilities or interest in. - Conversation;; She is a very shy and reclusive female and prefers to sleep and remain outside of the clan. She has trouble speaking with others, for she only uses speech on Vrrtep and other animals of Pandora. - Nature;; She would lay down her life to protect anything of Eywa's creation. Plants, animals, all are her very being and she gets vicious when such things are threatened. Nature and things descended from are her weak point and a bargaining chip to her (potential/eventual) enemies. - Na'vi her age;; Being as shy as she is, Seze has had little contact with Na'vi around her age group. Whenever one appears she merely hides or runs, preferring flight to having to speak with said person.
Brief Description of Personality:
Silent. Reclusive. Shy. All three can describe Seze in a nutshell. She may be a 'Blue flower' but she's a flower that grows in darkness away from the patch of the others. Preferring the company of flora and fauna to the hustle and bustle of clan life, Seze has separated the two. The clan is something she can rely on; Something she has as a lifeline or backup. Nature and everything in it is her life and her past, present, and future. As mentioned she is particularly flighty around the young Na'vi of her generation, though she seems to have no issue with children or babies. Older Na'vi she can also tolerate to a point. Her playfulness is rarely shown to up-walking beings, and only the forest creatures can have claim to her tumbling around with them for fun. She turns vicious when threatened, letting out her snarling hiss that sounds more like the terrifying hissing of the Thanator than anything her own people growled. Caring to Vrrtep and other animalistic beings but shy and flighty toward anything on two legs, Seze is a rather strange and difficult to capture Na'vi- And she likes it that way.
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History
Born into the Ikran clan of the Eastern Sea, Seze was a curious and overly intelligent young one. A troublemaker and a schemer, her parents and other Na'vi had to often drag her away from exploring the distant forests and the dangerous caves down in the ocean cove. She was very social as a child with a specific group of friends that included the highest up of the new generation. She had been best friends with her clans prince, maybe even more than friends, but in her twenty second year Seze just up and left; Flying away on Vrrtep with only her clothes and weapons to aid her survival. She wandered the skies for months before spotting a tree that Na'vi seemed to be climbing through. The sight had caught her interest and led the female to land near the hometree. Upon her arrival she was welcomed as a na'vi of another clan usually was- With mild love and happiness. There were the few that disliked her, but these rarely got under Seze's skin. About a few months later Seze decided to live in the forest to more-connect herself with Eywa. After months went by and her Twenty-third birthday hit, the formerly outgoing Na'vi was as reclusive and unknown as the Tetrapteron that lurked around the lands water supplies. She had turned into a creature of the forest, and only necessities like clothing and placing her hands on the former tree of souls led her to venture out from her familiar area.
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I See You
Desired Name: Seze Years of Roleplaying: Seven. I've been doing this for some time. How Did You Find Us: The avatar 100 topsites. I check them daily for sites I might like. ;) Age: I must mark myself at sixteen/seventeen. I'm about 16.8 years. Passcode: [CENSORED]
Sample: (xxsecondchancexx.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=15&action=display&thread=81&page=1) (Site is called 'Second Chance', a wild horse roleplay. I am Finn there. A quick summary of this post;; I played twin foals from... mysterious backgrounds. This was meant to be their history, though others considered it a roleplay thread and jumped in. P: It's basically what the one foal, Envy, remembers from her past, and is the reason they had to get away to this new land.
It was quiet that day. Silent as death, though death herself was far away, attending to business on the other end of the world. It was dark as well, the setting sun casting lopsided shadows across the flat ground. Dried and cracked dirt canals marked where water once flowed, though the clear blue-ish liquid had long since disappeared from the terrain. The grass that had previously been green and springy was growing brittle and yellower by the day, and frost accumulated on the bare patches of ground, drawn there by the fallen dewdrops. This was truly no place for a foal. Or two.
"Envy! Find us food, I'm sick of this yellow grass, it tastes worse than pine-cones!"
"Pride... You've never had pine-cones."
The first foal was larger, his coat darker and fluffier, though it hung on his emaciated figure limply. The second was merely a scrap, skin and bones by the look of her thin figure. Foals like those two should still have been with their mother, especially in the chilly months that were approaching Zeira fast. But there wasn't a grown horse in sight, and the two foals were two thin and hungry-looking to have been taken care of. The smaller had a look in her eyes, the look that ones without hope get when you glance right through their eyes and into their hearts and minds.
She looked hunted. She looked as if she had witnessed a murder. ......Or committed one.
It was an evening similar to this, though in a land far away. She still remembered her mother, a beautiful paint mare who was as unbreakable and untouchable as any other wild thing. She was a goddess in the minds of her two foals, the sun in their world, the master of everything. They listened to her and she loved them, she loved them with every fiber in her body. Envy never doubted this, Pride never tested it. They just could feel it in the way their mother watched them with her beautiful green eyes, how she whinnied their names every few minutes to make sure they were still around. She was god, and they were her disciples.
Then Diablo came, a black horse with... powers. His eyes blazed crimson with unnatural energies, his neighs and calls carrying echoes of screaming lost souls. It was as if the Devil himself had appeared before the small herd-less family. And he had. Diablo had been watching their mother, watching her with his blood-colored eyes and licking his lips with a sadistic smile. Old visitors never dropped by anymore; Cannibalistic Diablo would have stripped their bones of flesh like a piranha in seconds. He was horrible. But he was beautiful. He stood at seventeen hands high, towering over the foals and over their mother easily. His pelt was as black as the night sky, but it accentuated every muscle on his form flatteringly. His mane was the perfect length, though it swirled around his head unnaturally, always whipping and writhing, as if made of live snakes. It might as well have been.
The foals mother was terrified of him at first. She kept as far as she could from the stallion at all times. Month by month went by, the stallion did not leave and the foals had been weaned and were eating grass easily.
Their mother and Diablo had an understanding. They had coexistence, a..... compromise. They had made a deal the first day Diablo had appeared to Goddess, their mother. That had been the night Goddess had learned she was pregnant.
Pregnant with the son and daughter of the dark horse, of the hell stallion. She had cried at first. Cried, whinnied herself hoarse, and tried often to kill herself. But Death wouldn't dare claim the wife of the Devil, for Death had no right. And Death could die at the hooves of only one creature, at that was the Husband of the creature she couldn't claim, the creature she couldn't ferry to her rightful resting place.
Diablo had explained to her that his children should each be given the name of a sin, a sin they would eventually become the living embodiment of. Goddess didn't fight it, for she knew Diablo and knew his word was Law. The parents chose Envy and Pride, for Diablo could sense both emotions in them. The four lived... Peacefully for several months.
And then the foals met Death. Death had whispered in their ears at night, whispered of their Father, Diablo, and of their Mother, Goddess, who was rightfully Death's. Pride ignored these whisperings, for Pride was a proud horse and he believed that none could whisper into HIS ears, for he was too great to be whispered to in the night. But Envy listened, and she understood. Envy then became Deaths disciple, agreeing to the creatures plea for help at claiming their mother and spiriting her away from the clutches of the Devil. Envy wanted her mother safe, she wanted her away from Diablo and for Diablo to leave. The stallion scared her, but more importantly.... She scared him.
Death instructed her for weeks. By the end of her learning period with death, Envy knew every poisonous plant and berry withing the twenty mile radius. She was ready for her mission, and Death was ready for Goddess to pass into her Embrace. The Angels were waiting for Goddess to come, and their humming voices filled Envy's ears and mind.
Then came the night. Envy made sure Pride was asleep, for she didn't want her brother to witness her carrying out the mission of Death's. She had squirreled away some juicy leaves from her secret hideyhole, spreading the juice of a poisonous berry lightly across the leaf and letting it soak in the sun for the past two days. A chew, a swallow, and the deed was done, she had been told. She had trotted to her mother, the special leaf held carefully in her mouth. She proposed a sort of toast, taking the un-poisoned leaf in her mouth and nudging the other to her mothers.
"This is to Death who you belong to, To the Devil who claimed you, and To the Angels who will save you."
Goddess had stared at her quizzically before chewing up the leaf. Her head had dropped nearly instantly, and the scream of the Devil sounded in the distance. He sensed Death catching the Soul of his wife, and sensed Death sending her up to the Angels. He also sensed Envy. And he knew what she had done.
Envy had dashed back to Pride, waking him forcefully and whispering "Run," to the sleepy foal. "Run fast."
No one can outrun the devil, that much was true. But the Devils Children can certainly run for a while. Diablo didn't bother chasing them, for his anger had turned on Death who had reappeared beside him. She was a distraction, for Death wasn't ready to take the Devils children onward or downward yet; In fact, she downright refused. And when Death refused the Dead, the Dead stayed alive, even if they were hunted by the Devil themselves. Even if they were killed.
The Children of the Devil had run endlessly, never stopping, never pausing until they got to the land called Zeira. until they found these 'Adoption Fields' and took up residence. The Devil wouldn't follow them to this place, for it was considered herd land and The Devil couldn't enter where he hadn't permission.
They were in those fields now, tired from the run that had happened a week from today. They rested and ate what little they could find. Envy, out of the terror she had felt all throughout the escape from Diablo, had become quiet. Quiet and modest. She let herself be ruled by her brother, treated him like they had treated their mother. Now her brother was her God. How long until death whispered about him too? How long until Diablo would get them, claim them, and keep them locked up tighter than their mother? How long would they be captive until they could find someone to work for Death as Envy had for their mother?
Shaking the grim thoughts from her head, Envy smiled the thinnest and tiredest of smiles and whispered quietly to her brother, "Come on Pride. I shall find you green grass and wildflowers. And clean, cold water. I shall find us a herd." Envy was a foal of her word, for she called and whinnied her lungs out daily, trying to draw someone, anyone, to them. They needed a Herd, an Alpha, a new God. All Envy wished was that their new God to not have had dealings with Diablo.
Creatures from Hell were what Envy wanted least right now.
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Post by Ace on Jan 23, 2010 22:33:13 GMT -5
Yesss!!!! Glad to see that our advertising is working; I made that advertisement myself. You can go RP now, but you'll have to wait for Eywa to make your account stuff official.
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