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| N�lat�ri |
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| Player Player Name - Lillith E-mail Address - [email protected] Character Tribe - Children of the Desert Name - N�lat�ri Soul Name - Aanari Known By - Herself Age - 331 Gender - Female Height - 5'7" General Build - Lithe and graceful Facial Features Skin Tone - Medium golden tan Shape - Oval, with a high forehead and high cheek bones. Nose - Short and rounded with a slightly down turned tip. Lips - Lush, pale mauve, soft Voice - Low and a little husky, with soft undertones. Eyes Shape - Large, almond Color - Hazel Hair Length - Upper to mid-back length with temple length bangs. Style - Worn loose with various head pieces over or threaded with beads. Color - Dark golden blonde/light golden brown Texture - Semi thick, silky Distinguishing Markings Scars - Nothing noticable or significant. Tattoos - None Birthmarks - None Other - Occasionaly has different designs painted on her skin for a few days at a time {similar to henna} Clothing Warm - Strapless, form fitting dresses that come to just above the ankles, in a variety of colors, each with a different design printed on it and studded with metal, sandels or barefoot. Cold - Same with a thick cloak and cloth wrap boots. Celebration - A 'halter' top that has fine beaded 'chain mail' over it and a mid thigh length wrap skirt with the same beaded metal, a flexible mask to protect her face and distract her opponet. Personal Items Weapons - Depends on her mood; she can use them all proficiently enough. Jewelry - Twin asp arm bands curling up each arm, a lotus blooming from a chalice pendent that falls just above her heart, a simple coiled anklet on her left ankle, a ring of twin dragons holding a long blue stone on her left forefinger, and a variety of head pieces that vary with her mood. Family Mother - Maat {Deceased} Father - Sket {Deceased} Siblings - Unas {Twin, deceased} Soul Sibling - None Lovemate - Raair {on again off again type of relationship} Other - n/a Magic and Other Skills Magic Ability {Sending and bonding are a given} Natural - Weather sense/control. Learned - n/a Skills - She is the most skilled ceremonial dancer, being the only one to have gotten close to reaching the most advanced stage of the dance {and still working on it}. Talents - She has a sinful singing voice though she rarely uses it. Tribal Position - Leader of the Children of the Desert State of Mind Personality - N�lat�ri was always a night owl, despite her peoples affinity for the sun. She is a complete contridiction, blowing hot and cold at times. Even though she didn't ask for, and didn't really want, the position presented to her N�lat�ri is determined to do the best she can and hopes that it is good enough. Likes - The night, the rain, dancing Dislikes - The white cold, being thrust into a position that she has little idea how to handle, humans. Fears - Letting everyone down; that she can't do it; failure. Life History - N�lat�ri's parents were kind people, her father a hunter and her mother a clothing maker. From the first time N�lat�ri saw the dancers at a celebration she wanted to be one. Even though it was viewed by most as being mere entertainment and not as important as a hunter or clothing maker she felt it was more important to do what makes you happy. True to her word she worked hard to learn the sacred dance and did what she loved. Her parents died in a rock slide a year before the humans attacked. During the attack she, along with others that had 'no fighting skill' was pushed to the back for protection. She was as distressed as everyone else to see the humans besting their hunters. Without really thinking about it N�lat�ri picked up a stray sword when their leader was rushed and attempted to fight brute strength with skilled technique. No one could have been more shocked than she when it actually worked. Unfortunatly Seles, their leader, died anyhow, struck down from behind. Other dancers noticed what N�lat�ri had done and started to 'dance' with her, managing to escape with their lives; what was left of them anyhow. Through all the bickering that followed she tried to keep peace and gave up, until they rather abruptly decided for her to lead them in this time of trial. No matter how she protested, someone would come up with an argument she couldn't match so she simply gave in to their wishes, telling them " Alright, I'll go along with it just to show you that I am not the person for this! " She has since proven herself wrong, and has settled them in this place with others of their own kind. Though wary of these strangers, N�lat�ri thought that if humans came again then surely these other elves would be of great use. She and Raair have played at being lovemates, but there are times when he is just no help at all, making everything a joke and she needs a break from him. Bond Mate Breed - Asp Name - Tyr Age - 4 yrs Gender - Male Over All Appearance - 5 feet long, black with a grey underbelly and grey markings on his neck and the front of his hood that vaugely resemble tears. Personality - Alert and protective, very much dislikes yelling; enjoys music. Relationship - They are very close. |
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