Post by kaida orinda garnet on Nov 22, 2010 21:10:01 GMT -5
♪We've seen this all before, but maybe what's left isn't what's born♪
the C H A R A C T E R
Name: Kaida Orinda Garnet
Age: Seventeen
Race: Valére apparently.
Sub-Race: Dracomancer
Eye Color: The darkest brown possible. Without close inspection, it appears a dark grey or black.
Hair Color: Dapple brown. Similar to her eyes, but lighter and slightly more brown.
Physical Description: Kaida has fair skin with little to no imperfections. This causes the starkness of features like her hair and eyes to stand out, especially her eyes. The delicate, angular features of her face cause her eyes to look even larger than they are. She is about 164 centimeters tall, and 45 kg. (5'4'', 99 pounds.) She has a small frame and is lithe and flexible rather than muscled, though she puts up a decent fight. Her voice is generally quiet, though she enunciates well and one would hardly notice. Kaida wears clothes worthy of her status quality wise, but her taste is decidedly unique. She often combines elements in odd ways, but secures a sense of elegance and sensuality with what she wears. Action-wise, she walks with a projected sense of burning confidence and sexuality.
Personality: Kaida is self confidence and hidden energy. One gets the feeling that her energy is boundless so long as she draws oxygen into her lungs, though she uses it tactfully. Tact is no small skill for her, as she is both polite and manipulative. Calculating, intelligent, and highly adaptive, she doesn't exactly lack ambition. This is made up for a strong moral code and a strong respect for honesty and respect itself. Kaida can both lead and follow, if she deems it right. She interacts well with others when she wishes, and loves most social occasions. However, she can easily communicate dislike without a single word. She also has a strong love for knickknacks and textures, contrasted by a large number of irrelevant pet peeves (such as others pulling out her chair).
History: Kaida was born into a family of high status, though not technically the assumed heir to the title Pendant. The title was meant to go to the family of the eldest daughter, as tradition dictated. However, she died, leaving that honor to the child of her sister, who was named honorary child of the departed. Kaida was eleven when the power was transferred to her, having been mentally prepared first. Her parents were taken out of the picture, moved away from their child's influence due to the suspicion of her mother's involvement in Kaida's aunt's death. As such, they were given new names and identities.
As for Kaida personally, she grew up with steady talent. Not only was she proficient in her senses involving jewels and precious metals at a young age, but her skill with fire-breathing quickly grew to excel her tribes capabilities. Kaida is now an efficient leader of her people. Her dragon form is said to be highly impressive, though few have ever seen it. It is known that, while not the largest of dragons, it is very beautiful. Dangerously capable, as well.
RP Sample: Aspen sneezed softly, a small breeze having knocked a little of the dust at her paws up towards her face. Or, it could have been the sudden sunlight hitting her as she moved towards the clan entrance with her newest little bundle of yuck, but she was only vaguely wondering. She looked up to find Wingedpaw, and her offer to help. Aspentwist had a small feeling that maybe the cat didn't want to, but there wasn't too much left and the older cat could use some help. "Thank you, Wingedpaw. Y'know, none of the actual warriors are showing... Maybe that means you're especially close to becoming one!" Aspen said teasingly, though she meant it from her heart.
Winged (sorry, do you mind being called that?) had been one of the few faces she had seen around camp lately, and that was a miracle considering she had been out on long hunting sprees herself. They weren't 'necessary' per say yet, but Aspen firmly believed in building up a clan's strength before the starvation of bareleaf brought it down. There had been so many bad winters, especially since the move- though Aspentwist may have a distorted view of this, having had moved as a younger cat- and a little extra protein would go a long way. Besides, everyone would start having to increase if they wanted a store set up. There it was, making sure things were in order again.
"Do you ever feel lonely?" The question came from nowhere, but Aspen loved that kind of thing. She was one to let her thoughts wander herself, definitely. She stopped wadding cobwebs for a second and looked at Wingedpaw warmly, her eyes hiding some sadness. "Well," Aspentwist began, "I was always able to entertain myself. Train, learn. I did often have a lot of other cats in my life, but they come and go. More often go, as is the sad case here..." Aspentwist was struck by a sudden memory of a time where cats she loved still walked through these dens: her long dead sister, Appleleaf, her mother, Stardancer, and even one of the few cats she had ever been attracted to... She couldn't even bring up the name now, it had been too long. He could still be alive, but she was done.
"I do. But I feel... Warm, too. Cats that I miss," -here, Aspen was hit with a strong image of the medicine cat Birchstream, who had died soon after her birth. Aspentwist considered her her fairy (cat) godmother -"can only make me feel alone for so long without making me feel loved. Starclan is with us," She smiled slightly, eyes not moving to face the sky. Instead, she kept a strong eye contact with the apprentice before her. "As for cats here that I don't get to see much, I would be lying to say no... But we all are so busy, and keep ourselves so busy. I could use a cat or two to talk to, though." Aspen hinted oh-so-subtly, breaking the eye contact and finishing her wadding.
♪And when the lights go out we'll be nothing like we were before. We'll be dancing in the dark with nothing but a bottle of champagne♪
the U S E R
Name: Aspen, Birch, whatever you nuts come up with.
Age: High school, unfortunately.
Hobbies: Write. Actually, I lied, that isn't a hobby. That's how I breathe.
How to contact you: aleekawolv is my AIM.
How you found us: Nighty.
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