Gerbil:
Full Real Name: Jibrille Weslyn Anaku
Nickname: "Jib"; "Jibby"; "Gerbil"
Class: Ninja Spy!
Species: Burmecian
Age: 19
Birthdate: October 15th
Eye Color: Vibrant, lively pine green; eye shape is
slanted, so to speak, giving a fox-like sheek and sly
appearance
Hair Color: Silver-Aqua tint, with emerald metallic
dyed tips.
Hair Style:Very wavy, natural, and cut mid-back. A
few locks of bangs hide her right or left eye; mainly
her left.
Height: 5'6" Weight: Light. Around 110 lbs
Hometown: Burmecia; Kingdom of Eternal Rain
Weapon: Six foot long, elegantly etched and detailed
spear, fully designed with gemstones, precious metals
and jewels.
Nickname given to Weapon: "Effervescence"is carved into the
side of the handle, but Jibrille herself has no
nickname for her weapon.
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral-Positive (Naive, and easily swayed
by loved ones)
Theme Music: N/A
Clothes: A dark purple or navy blue, sleeveless top;
short black skirt; knee high boots; purple choker; and
a black, ankle length overcoat, that snaps together
only over the breasts.
Personality: She's very naive, gentle, gullible, and
relatively sweet. Her temper only snaps (and boy does
it snap!) on very rare occasions, when herself or
someone she holds dear is in danger. She has a fear
of heights, storms, and death. Her heart holds a
special place for animals and children. She enjoys
wood carving, flute playing, cooking, cuddling,
sewing, and relaxing while watching sunsets. Overall,
she's a very loving and caring mousey... When she's
not being a goofball or clutz.
Quote: "ACK! *Trip! Thunk!* ...Kweek?"
Origin of Jibrille (And Victoria) :
The shouts of two young girls echoed through the
forest. "You're It, Blueberry!" "No, you are,
Gerbil!" "Oooh- Gotchya!" A cobalt blue haired young
human ran as fast as she could, chasing an agile
little Burmecian - who was laughing at the slow
attempts of her playmate. Just as the little mouse
laughed, her tail got tangled up under her feet (the
darn thing always gets in the way!) and she tumbled
face-first into the plush grass and leaves of the
forest floor. The two girls were no older than seven,
and it was apparent. The Burmecian girl squealed, as
the human pounced, and pinned the fallen Burmecian.
"I got you, Jibrille!" laughed the human. "That's no
fair, Victoria! My tail--" Jibrille tried to
compensate. "Excuses, excuses!" Victoria remarked,
grinning. Both girls stopped, hearing something only
a stone throw away. They scrambled to their feet, and
stood facing the direction of the noises. Jibrille's
mouse-like ears twitched, and acted like radars,
picking up the noises. "What is it, Jibrille?"
Victoria inquired. Jibrille's snout wrinkled up.
"Sounds like ... Like..." Before Jibrille could spit
out her words, a sharp scream was heard. The two
girls darted back towards their homes, which were
side-by-side in the vast forest. They were neighbors,
and had been friends for as long as they could
remember.
Once arriving at their homes, they froze. On the
ground lay one dead human, slit all the way down his
back. Blood pooled around him, darkening once it
mixed with the muddy dirt. Victoria's mouth gaped
open, and she stepped back, shaking her head.
"P-papa--" Her eyes darted to the right- against the
tree there was a second figure. Another human.
Pinned to the trunk of the oak by a javelin through
the torso. Her mother. The woman's hands had gripped
the pole of the spear, in a weak and futile attempt to
pull it out, before her hands went limp, and she
passed on. The scent of death was in the air.
Jibrille shuddered, her body had been filled to the
brim with fear. She took off in a run towards her own
home, which was no farther than fifty feet away - but
she froze a mere ten feet from her sanction. Slumped
against the front of the house was her older brother,
Ruwen. Blood stained the light wood of the outside
wall, from the many knives that were slashed along his
back. He was gone, as well. Slowly, and full of
tears, Jibrille's eyes shifted to the corner of the
home. She saw a pair of hands - only that, though -
from behind the other wall. Recalling... those were
the hands that raised her, helped her; they were the
hands of her father. Gulping, she dare not look
further, as the gut-wrenching feeling overtook her
stomach. Finally, she heard it. The sound of a voice
projected in utter terror and pain, that was once so
gentle and meek. Her mother, who was still alive, and
was less than one hundred yards away. Jibrille, by
now, had began sobbing and trembling. Victoria ran up
behind her, taking her claw, exclaiming, "W-w--w-we
have to g-g-go!" Jibrille stared, seeing the faint
figure of her mother - surrounded by four tall
brutes... Men. Human men, who were thieves; they had
done this. The things they were doing to Jibrille's
mother couldn't be described in words, only in tears.
And plenty of those were going to be shed. Instead of
trying to help defend her mother (or die trying),
Jibrille took off in the eastern direction, running to
hide...
But like a dog on a chain, she was suddenly jerked to
a hault. Victoria, who had been trailing behind her,
had suddenly stopped. Jibrille nearly shrieked out,
to yell at Victoria to hurry. But the girl lay limp
on the ground, face first, still holding loosely onto
Jibrille's hand, squeezing every few moments. An
arrow stuck out of her back. Jibrille's snout
twitched, as she hoarsely attempted to yell. She
released Victoria's hand, only to scurry next to her
body, and roll her over to the best of her ability.
The arrow was protruding from the human girl's chest.
Victoria began shaking, gasping, coughing - everything
that a person choking on their own blood would do.
Red ooze flowed from the corners of her mouth and the
nostrils of her nose. Victoria's family was widely
known for their magic... And the rest of the story
accounts for Jibrille's 'schizophrenia'. Victoria
cast a magic spell on Jibrille, sending both girls
into a zoned-out trance state. All that Jibrille can
remember, is waking up, lying on her side. Victoria's
limp, pale, and dead body motionless beside of her.
The Burmecian began crying harshly, rolling over, with
her back to the body, clinging tightly in a ball. Her
brother, father, mother, and now her best friend. But
a voice rang out in her mind as clear as day. "Get
up, Jibrille. Don't cry. Remember my last resort?
Please don't make me leave..." Bingo. Victoria had
used a possession spell, and sent her spirit to
inhabit Jibrille's body, alongside Jibrille's own
spirit. And from there... well, the rest is history.
Jibrille left her home that day, to go to her uncle's
home in Alexandria. She then ran into a few people,
who she will never forget - Leo Zweiber, Freedan Asia,
and so on. Freedan Asia she especially took a liking
to, and tends to always keep a warm place for him
within her humble heart.
~*~*~*~
Now, the young Burmecian woman, only of age nineteen,
sits infront of a lonely fireplace, prodding the small
campfire with a stick, recollecting her thoughts on
her past. She hears that voice in her mind only, that
she's now grown to know all too well. 'Stop thinking
about things that are gone, you know it bother me,
Jibrille.'... Sighing, Jibrille retorts outloud, "I
know, Victoria... But those who forget the past are
condemned to repeat it. Am I really a coward?"
...There is silence, followed by a hesitant, 'No,
you're not. You're just cautious. Now, check on
Freedan, and go back to sleep.' Jibrille does as
told.