Posted by kaynya on June 27, 2008, 7:44 pm
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ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:
Name: Kaynya
Age: very young, barely an adult. 2ish.
Breed: arabian
Gender: mare
Strength: her ability to soothe and make peace, ability to convince others and to make others trust her, compassion, not easily angered
Weakness: her quiet, timid nature and inability to make confrontation, overly trusting because of her youth
Minor Objective: make 3 good friends
Super Objective: become an ambassador
Harem Preference: ni'srilan
Intended Class: scholar
Sample Post:
note: this is from an old character. this is not kaynya. i havent written one for yet but i wanted to join up first.
Realism counted for a small fourth of her countenance, smaller and less prominent in her mind than any other quality – for Keira held utopian standards of the world, believing that there was simple morale in every one person she met. But it would, indeed, be utterly ridiculous if she did not accept that rape, murder and death all occur regularly in their split world of lies, deception and obsolete rage. Yet, still, the dreamer knew that in each and every beating, beating and pulsating heart lays some hope, some benignity. No heart is truly made of ice.
And this, this was half her. The dreamer, the idealist – the theory that ultimate reality lies in a realm transcending phenomena – was her b squared. It was her better side, the one from which her seer abilities seemingly leeked, like water dripping from a leaky faucet.
Only one part remained.
Keira had never found it, never opened herself and reached in so far deep to find the last part that made her so whole. Like an ancient door with a lost key, it was a hopeless search, a spectacle to see and a journey to search for it, but always a dead end. It was her identity, her clueless and unknowing identity with each she never knew. Her name was Keira, she could See, she was black and white, she was a mare, her mother was Lynnor and father Pheter, and yet she – the drifter, dreamer, lover – still didn’t know who she was. Still a baby in a wonderful world full of grown-ups.
But now she had met him, like all that was ideal in her mind, and he immediately blasted away any self-doubt she had ever incurred within seconds. He was beautiful and pleasant and everything she ever believed in in her perfect, sometimes unreal world, and yet she had only known him for a few spare minutes. A few spare minutes that, for her, had felt like a century of knowing and befriending a person. It was strange, and not like her friendship with the gone Edgar or the late Coyotl – no. Moments passed. And in that second, before he looked away, she felt she suddenly loved him wholly and immediately. Like the fascination with a shooting star that instantly dissolves when it disappears, it was quick and unfounded. Really, though, she didn’t know where it had come from. It just had.
Keira forged a blank face on her elegant little face, each feature contorted in a poker face to rival the masters – that fleeting instant of feelings had raged on like a quick wildfire, but was quickly extinguished. She felt almost inane for being so foolish. Certainly, as much as she wanted to believe in herself and those unwarranted feelings, Keira knew she could get hurt if she continued to trust so easily every horse she happened on. It was her first variable kicking in, attempting to tackle her and bring her down to earth.
The wind shifted, and the small beads of sand whipped against her long legs and smacked her sharply in the face. She closed her eyes, serene and calm and appreciative of this earth and it’s entities and how the sand blew just right against her exterior. It blew with more force, now, and the sand whipped about her like a massage, and she felt completely at ease. This had become so much of her home in the time she had been her, whiling away like a child. It was time to get something done.
Keira’s mind was now infinitely clouded, and even as she looked away, she searched him desperately with misty, earthen eyes. They digested each detail of his body, how his legs met his body and how his color was that of the deepest at night and even how elegant the curvature of his black neck was. Finally, she looked back at him, calm and quiet again. When he spoke, she didn’t know what to say.
She had forgotten his promotion, foolishly, and had spoken it aloud. It was okay, she knew, that she wasn’t right about everything. He brought up her Seer abilities, something she felt had been a blessing and an annoyance in disguise. She could hear random thoughts at random times and feel it when the earth shifted – Keira had even felt when the Sins had been created, but she had only felt something evil erupting at the time. Keira was not advanced enough to know further.
Her soft, pale pink lips opened to speak. Then she closed them, her jaw clenched, not knowing how to continue. A moment or two passed, before she nudged him softly and spoke.
“I was, and I guess it’s an honor and a privilege I probably didn’t deserve. It might be a rare ability,” she continued with amicable grace, “but it’s not a measure of anything more then that, I think.” Keira stared at the blue sky or perhaps, star-dotted night sky, she didn’t know (she had forgotten whether it was night or day.)
The scent of some flower came to her on the wind, and she delightfully stretched out her neck and nipped playfully at his shoulder, whipping away before a sly grin covered her refined face.
“So. As an ambassador, do you plan on leaving us anytime soon?” Surely, he had things he would eventually need to attend to in the other realms, and she couldn’t help feeling curious. Always, she wanted to know more about everything in this whole universe, no matter how impossible or naïve that task had seemed. “Has it suited you well in comparison to your job as a healer?” A tasteful smile, and then she looked away – her penetrating gaze gone for at least this moment.
Before here, it had been on rare occasion upon which Keira spoke. Now, she couldn’t stop doing it.
The world was shifting.
ABOUT YOU:
Name (or Alias): Kaynya or Kay
Contact Info: kaynya@ymail.com
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