Post by Sadria on Sept 5, 2012 0:51:54 GMT -5
Player Title: (Sadriaa)
Full Birth Name: Sadira Rashieka {Daughter of Lord Ahkturas Rashieka}
Alias/ nickname: Sadira or Desert Lotus
Race: Angel
Gender: Female
Age: 268
Physical Appearance:
- Hair: A dark chocolate brown with a red tint to it in the sun and long enough to reach her backside (even when tied up into a high ponytail). It tends to hold a relaxed wave when her hair is left down.
- Eyes: A vivid green and are almond shaped.
- Skin: A light natural tan with a slight bronze light. Lips area natural light pink and are plump.
- Tattoo/Markings: She marked her kills from the war between the Cheraky, Dan'che, and Osth. It runs all over her back.
Marking of Flight This design is placed over her shoulder blades. Now this is only visible when her wings are hidden from view. (It is stated in the angel description that the angels are able to fully hide their wings to make room for more markings.)
Marking of The Rashieka A similar marking shows up on the right side of Sadria’s neck. This shows the symbol of her clan that she had fought to earn.- Accessories: A silver necklace with a metal lotus flower holds a green diamond in the center, adorns her neck. A metal ring holds up her hair in a high pony-tail. This is how she usually has her hair.
- Wings: Match perfectly with her hair color. The first sets of feathers, nearest to the bone, are a dark chocolate brown. The next set of feathers are a light brown that fades to the dark chocolate brows as it gets closer to her back. The last set is a soft brown with a red-ish tint to them.
Personality Traits:
- Introverted-Even for an angel she tends to keep to herself and only interacts with others on a formal level, very rarely does she enjoy the company of other being regardless of race. Preferring to keep her thoughts to herself and would rather observe those around her with close attention. When the time calls for it, she is not shy to speak her mind despite the lack of her willingness to interact socially.
- Confident- Sadira is quite sure of her abilities as a warrior and as a scholar. She is aware that there are many things that she does not know but it will not stop herself from having belief that she can handle almost any situation. Like most angels she has pride of her skills and isn’t afraid to show it.
- Fearless- A trait probably common among the angel race, she finds it a weakness to fear the unknown and has accepted the fact that her life may come to a close at any moment. Therefore because of this acceptance she is able to stay calm or strong when most would find their will broken.
- Meticulous- Due to her Introverted and drawn back nature she naturally takes the time and effort to notice the minute details in very little time. Usually she becomes quite analytical of her environment or those she interacts with. Revealing that she has a cautious nature despite the fact she is rather fearless. She will avoid situations in which will cause her problems or stop her from a specific goal she has in mind.
- Intelligent- Brute strength is not the only blade that she can sharpen and as such she takes the time to educate herself and attain information that she does not know. It isn’t unusual for her to catch onto schemes or intentions of others rather quickly but it doesn’t mean that she cannot be fooled.
- Self Centered- She is an independent being and in truth generally only cares for herself. Her people come to mind often but she is aware of her role in Angel society, therefore will place herself above most common angels. The only time that her self-benefiting intentions are reversed is when it comes to the Angel race as a whole or to the protection of the ruling clan.
- Malicious- To deny the fact that she enjoys inflicting pain on others would be a lie. There is not much that the angel enjoys doing but torture or toying with others wither it be mentally or physically is one thing that she does receive satisfaction from; almost taking pride in it.
- Picky/Pompous- Because of her heritage she likes the best of the best that she can get and is rather picky about whom she interacts or gets close to. It isn’t to the point of pure arrogance, but rather she feels like she had earned the right to keep what she has or to choose who she deems worthy of her time.
- Loyal-Those she has sworn and alliance to or those she has allowed to grow close to she is extremely loyal to. Otherwise she feels that it free game to manipulate the situation to her will.
Weaponry:
- Primary- { Bloody Talons} Two metal claws that are sharp enough to scrape any metal that is lesser than tungsten carbide. (I will let all know that they are not able to cut THROUGH metal. I am making this clear for everyone so that there are no issues.) since the claws themselves are made out of tungsten carbide.
**the claws are similar to linked image… but without the skulls… replace them with small spikes.- Secondary- { Lotus StarA finely crafted bow that was made by the best blacksmiths in Recharack. It was made out of a light, durable and flexible metal that has the strength close to a diamond but less than one. (Let you all know that is still breakable when under extreme stress.
**Here is a link to prove that there is Metal bows.
**Also the string is made out of a more flexible metal so that it can stretch long enough but durable to last a long time without constant replacement.- Tertiary - { Crimson Vine A tungsten carbide chain whip with blades on each metal segment ( that it looks like a vine) and the ending point it has a reasonable sharp metal blade (Nothing bigger than a small dagger). It is about 10 feet in length and is loose enough to curl into a circle on Sadria's hip. The blades for Sadria’s whip though are a smaller length and slightly thinner. Plus the hilt is like a standard metal whip… IT IS NOT LIKE A SWORD.
- Armor- All is made out of tungsten carbide, except for the pieces that are stated otherwise. She wears leather Brigandine underneath a metal Cuirass. Now the cuirass forms around Sadria’s body like a corset. It has no shoulder guard. She has metal spaulders on her shoulders and stop after traveling the arm at three inches. A vambrace covers from the elbow to her wrists, were metal gloves similar to gauntlets cover her hands. The gloves don’t have the finger coverings so that she can move her fingers and hands with less resistance. A leather skirt, which is in the Pteruges style, falls so that it is mid-thigh in length. Metal fauld’s are worn so that they rest on her hips. The front side of the leather skirt is left bare. The fauld’s move with ease and are not completely welded together, this allows easy movement. She wears schynbalds that only rise 2 inches from the top of her knees. They continue down ward until they reach her ankles and wrap around the whole section of her leg comfortably. She wears leather combat boots. (For help in identifying certain armor pieces en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Components_of_medieval_armour .)
Extras:
Clashing Clans- The Rashieka Clan are rivals to the Cerys clan. The clan rivalry is a deep one that has been there since the beginning of the angel race; although it has not stopped the two clans from working together and they will tolerate each other existence in most cases.
Strong Aura Sense- The ability to sense the presence of life, basically acts a s 6th sense.
History Summary:
Crimson. The color painted the barren region crowned with sand dunes. Even the channel that weaved through the desert was tinted from the light of the setting sun in the distance. Leading to a large stronghold made up of limestone and basalt, Azal. The first line of defense, stood walls a proud 50 feet tall as towers dotted them; occupied by those of the watch. Within these walls was a city controlled by the Rashieka Clan, it was at this place on this day Lord Ahkturas’s first of blood would enter this world, Sadria. Her birthmother Charna, was from the clan of Indahal and was joined with the leader of the Rashieka by arrangement.
Despite the prestigious blood of her inheritance her life was not going to be cushioned by the rich and lavish lifestyle that was provided at Azal. Instead she was forced into training the moment she was able to stand with stability. Just like the other three siblings that had followed her: Xavier, Iris, and Zerkzes. For she was meant to be a fierce warrior; to become a living breathing weapon; it was her purpose of existence; and the reason why she was even born. With that believe in mind she was given direct training from her father, first on using nothing but her body to defend and kill, next any known weapon was placed into her hands to master, then lastly when she had reached adolescence she was forced to learn to survive on her own. This third and last experience was the lesson that truly had defined Sadria. It tested everything she knew about herself, her world, and her abilities.
Recalling the memory, her father stood in front of her with a stoic face that every decent warrior would proudly wear but due to his age and leathery skin it seemed hardened, fastened to him. Sadria had knelt before him wearing nothing but a simple white cotton peplos robe, her station much lower than his. His golden eyes focused on her calm and obedient form. She imagined how small and frail… how weak that she must have appeared to her father, still so young and unused to the harshness of the world that all of them lived in. “You are of age to fend for yourself but I want you to begin to fight for our people. You will be stationed in the village of Yarz, bringing only yourself and finding your own way there. I will only give you basic armor to show that you are of the Rasheika; you are tasked to make a name for yourself”, spoke Ahkturas. The tone was commanding and cold but his golden eyes tweaked with something that hinted that he was anticipating success from her. She nodded her head, “This shall be done, My Lord.” A slave then quickly brought forth dark leather armor that held the insignia of her kin, the red lotus flower. She took it and bowed her head and then left household and entered the streets as she was. If she was going to do this she was going to do it all on her own and not with anything provided to her, with the exception of the leather armor; but only because it was necessary for her task.
With this she began to wander the city that she had never chanced upon exploring, since she was more or less caged at the main Rashieka household until that point. Running across different sounds, noises, beings, objects, and buildings; some recognizable and others were not. She fought to hold back the frustration and fear that was being caused by her own confusion. How was she going to be able to pull this off? Thankfully she was able to read, write, and retained some information from reading books when she had the spare time after the intense and harsh training sessions with her father. It took her only a few hours to understand the layout of the city, where she needed to go, what she needed and how to get it. Due to the lack of currency on her person she found the arena of the underworld and fought the gladiators of the streets for coin. After winning with ease the money she needed for general supplies and a incompetent slave to teach her the ways of travel she took off into the desert.
Work. Still. In. Progress.
Post Example:
Shadows moved swiftly. Jaded eyes glowed with caution and malice, the owner aware that something mysterious was at work. Many others of this world may have felt that everything appeared to be normal, but there was a strange and unnatural feeling that seemed to tear at her gut; the feeling of anxiety.
It was distasteful to the battle hardened angel. Not very much would ever cause her to feel anxiety; and even more to feel fear. So why was she so cautious? It was the unknown and unnatural phenomenon that was taking place before her. The shadows seemed to be moving in strange shapes; some taking the form of something wolf-like, some like angels without wings, and a few were something that was a mixture of many things.
Only three soldiers had ventured with her to this enigmatic place, ancient ruins of the Angels; rumored to have been the place the Gods used to enter their world and many others. When first arriving here she held no fear for the place but when the sun began to set her sixth sense began to register strong influxes of energy. This is when the shadows began to take shape and move on their own. So far the creatures seemed to not notice her or the three that stood back to back with her. Despite the strange circumstances Sadria held herself steady and lacked any emotion; only standing ready to strike at the shadows if for some reason they became aggressive, “Be ready”, she ordered.
It was not difficult for her to notice the fear that the other three were hiding. She held empathy for them but only because they were her comrades. Her insensitive side though was stronger in this situation, they would have to push it aside and take hold of themselves and be warriors; otherwise they would deserve death. They would be unworthy to live if they did not face their fears. A low growl erupted from the darkened corner nearby a limestone stature of what looked to be a Wolf. The statue itself did not move but there was uncanny movement nearby it. Jade eyes narrowed, her attention being grabbed by the sound.
Dark figures seemed to slowly change into flesh, rotting flesh. The impulse to react to the repulsive smell came but easily it was brushed aside. The growls grew louder and held more volume. Had the shadows become real? How was this possible? Thoughts were interrupted when a crouched figure had launched itself from behind the statue. The creature was grotesque and deformed. There was no hesitation when she used Bloody Talons to kill the creature, stabbing it in the throat and subsequently kicking it off of her weapon so that it landed in front of the statue.
Blood now coated her weapon once more but the blood was dirty, unclean. Even the blood of this strange creature was repulsive. Disgust hit her hard but her features stayed cold. The ground began to shift and for a second she was not able to register anything that was going around her. Confusion settled in, the feeling odd. The next moment she knew she woke from the ground with a start. Her blades and weapons still on her form but there was no sign of her comrades. Was she asleep? What had happened? For the world she found around her was different. It was coated in vegetation and wildlife and the color green was everywhere, in addition she could sense the aura of everything around her. Almost everything was alive, but the majority of them were weak signatures. This was one of the few times that Sadria was left shocked and without a plan of action. What was she to do now?
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