Post by moth on Dec 29, 2011 20:28:55 GMT -5
Name: Iramothe, Daughter of Othellan
(eer-ah-moh-thah)
Nick Name: Moth
Race: Angel
Clan: Indahal
Species: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: a mere 18 years.
Appearance:
Moth, from the top down, begins with a crop of soft, brown hair that is cut just below her chin. It frames a round face that contains a pair of curious, deep green eyes reminiscent of a lush forest in midday. They are hidden behind dark eyelashes. A small, almost fae-like nose is centered below those eyes on a thin bridge. Her mouth is burgundy and full, almost vampiric in contrast to her olive skin. An almost masculine chin, complete with a dimple and light cleft appears below her mouth, but the dimples multiply there every time she smiles. Needless to say the Angel archer can hardly be seen grinning fully.
Her shoulders are feminine but still strong, brown wings nearly always half-extended and held back to protect her balance and leave her elbows free to pull back her bow. Due to the fact that she was more bred for running and bow-wielding, those wings are also slightly smaller than the other angels'. They are a golden-brown, the color of one of her natural highlights.
Her torso is long and thin, supporting small breasts and a rather large rib cage to contain her large lungs and heart. Her stomach is not quite flat but not large either, causing her to often bind it under her armor. She doesn't realize that it will make her a good child-bearer.
Moth's legs are long and shapely, stemming from a tight and small rear down to her slightly wide feet and long toes. Those toes are perfect for gripping in this environment, allowing her to perch in trees with little effort and climb quickly. By no means are they mutated, but they still get her looks if anyone happens to look down. They complete her 5'6" frame.
Often the Angel wears light armor, consisting of a tunic, breast plate, stomach plate, various leather leg armor, Roman armor skirt, wrist guards and a light mail hood. She is hardly ever seen wearing shoes and believes that they would hinder her movement and balance. Instead, she wraps the arches and backs of her feet in fabric, extending that under her shin-guards. All of her armor is dark brown leather and bronze plating treated with fire to appear a myriad of colors ranging from violet to green to a pink in some places. She finds it excellent camouflage. Even her hood is treated like this. The cloth parts of her garb are often stained specifically to allow her the stealth an archer needs,and because she can hardly be bothered to take a bleach to them.
Weapon:
Though she carries a dagger or two on her person at all times for standard protection, Moth favors her bow.
Moth's bow is a standard Roman Composite, made of flexible wood, thick horn, and always strung with sinew from local creatures so that she can readily find more if need be. Never going to a craftsman, the Angel makes her own bowstrings, finding them to feel more reliable. She has a standard quiver of ten arrows, though she hardly needs that many to complete her jobs.
History:
Born in Namaesti like those before her, Moth grew quickly in her short lifespan. From the time she was competent enough to understand one, a bow was in her hand. Training was nearly Spartan, with long days spent staring at targets until her eyes ached and wrists bled from the cruel smacks of the bowstring. Like all Angels, she learned quite quickly, and by age ten was shooting as well, if not better than her older peers. She was not much above the average, though, and soon fell back to everyone else... much to her father's dismay. Othellan often beat Moth if she did not perform well. This was his way and she did not question it. She still does not hold it against him, accepting those blows as a method of making her stronger.
At age thirteen, the Angel was given the opportunity to have a first kill: one of her classmates that seemed to be incompetent and too scrawny to keep up. The clan Indahal had no use for him except to test Moth's accuracy. She watched as they clipped his wings and gave him a small dagger to defend himself. It was only fair, after all.
They let the pair loose in Kelaw Arena's maze, watching the boy run from the huntress. Her first arrow missed, causing the girl to get condescending looks from her teachers and father but only driving her harder. Like a doe, the female raced through the maze after the offending boy. He would not last another half hour, falling to a pair of arrows fire simultaneously from her bow; one landing in the center of his shoulders, one in the small of his back. Both broke his spine and left him slumped over in the arena.
Calmly the girl now dubbed a woman retrieved her arrows. Oddly, Moth took the time to roll the boy over and smooth the hair from his face, propping him against one of the maze's stone walls with his hands in his lap. No other but Moth knows if this is a respectful or mocking gesture, but it has become a ritual to her every chance she has to kill another.
From that kill on Moth has been dubbed a wonder of an archer. She has often been sent out to the strange realm of the other beasts to aid those who fight there. Unbeknown to several other angels, Moth has gained a most macabre collection from those journeys: all of the buttons and toggles on her armor are slowly being replaced with the teeth of her fallen enemies. After her first off-Recharack kill of a werewolf, the girl has been bringing back a single tooth from every kill to a craftsman that will grind and fashion them in to whatever fastener she needs. The relationship that Moth had developed with the craftsman had taken a turn toward love, but the looming threat of societal views had quickly snuffed the burning passions between the pair. Besides, the seventy year old angel would surely have been hung for impregnating a barely seventeen year old female no matter how attractive and mature she seemed.
- Extras-
None to note.
Personality:
Moth is reserved, as an angel should be. She rarely smiles, though is often happy. Seriousness comes when in discussion or hunting, though she takes great pleasure in either activity. She is often sadistic, speaking of pinning her opponents to trees before finishing them off or how she watches them writhe a bit before finally ending their miserable excuses for lives. Most believe that particular personality quirk is because of her age.
Iramothe is a flirt, but is so subtle that she escapes most of her elders' radar unless she wishes to be open. At these times she often was subject to getting a scolding or two, but takes them in stride. After all, she is only beginning to reach adulthood for her kind... barely out of the womb at eighteen, she has heard.
As her personality develops, Moth is becoming a more and more difficult woman to read, but many a skilled being has tried to do so.
Pictures:
none so far
Notes as they come up in RP
(eer-ah-moh-thah)
Nick Name: Moth
Race: Angel
Clan: Indahal
Species: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: a mere 18 years.
Appearance:
Moth, from the top down, begins with a crop of soft, brown hair that is cut just below her chin. It frames a round face that contains a pair of curious, deep green eyes reminiscent of a lush forest in midday. They are hidden behind dark eyelashes. A small, almost fae-like nose is centered below those eyes on a thin bridge. Her mouth is burgundy and full, almost vampiric in contrast to her olive skin. An almost masculine chin, complete with a dimple and light cleft appears below her mouth, but the dimples multiply there every time she smiles. Needless to say the Angel archer can hardly be seen grinning fully.
Her shoulders are feminine but still strong, brown wings nearly always half-extended and held back to protect her balance and leave her elbows free to pull back her bow. Due to the fact that she was more bred for running and bow-wielding, those wings are also slightly smaller than the other angels'. They are a golden-brown, the color of one of her natural highlights.
Her torso is long and thin, supporting small breasts and a rather large rib cage to contain her large lungs and heart. Her stomach is not quite flat but not large either, causing her to often bind it under her armor. She doesn't realize that it will make her a good child-bearer.
Moth's legs are long and shapely, stemming from a tight and small rear down to her slightly wide feet and long toes. Those toes are perfect for gripping in this environment, allowing her to perch in trees with little effort and climb quickly. By no means are they mutated, but they still get her looks if anyone happens to look down. They complete her 5'6" frame.
Often the Angel wears light armor, consisting of a tunic, breast plate, stomach plate, various leather leg armor, Roman armor skirt, wrist guards and a light mail hood. She is hardly ever seen wearing shoes and believes that they would hinder her movement and balance. Instead, she wraps the arches and backs of her feet in fabric, extending that under her shin-guards. All of her armor is dark brown leather and bronze plating treated with fire to appear a myriad of colors ranging from violet to green to a pink in some places. She finds it excellent camouflage. Even her hood is treated like this. The cloth parts of her garb are often stained specifically to allow her the stealth an archer needs,and because she can hardly be bothered to take a bleach to them.
Weapon:
Though she carries a dagger or two on her person at all times for standard protection, Moth favors her bow.
Moth's bow is a standard Roman Composite, made of flexible wood, thick horn, and always strung with sinew from local creatures so that she can readily find more if need be. Never going to a craftsman, the Angel makes her own bowstrings, finding them to feel more reliable. She has a standard quiver of ten arrows, though she hardly needs that many to complete her jobs.
History:
Born in Namaesti like those before her, Moth grew quickly in her short lifespan. From the time she was competent enough to understand one, a bow was in her hand. Training was nearly Spartan, with long days spent staring at targets until her eyes ached and wrists bled from the cruel smacks of the bowstring. Like all Angels, she learned quite quickly, and by age ten was shooting as well, if not better than her older peers. She was not much above the average, though, and soon fell back to everyone else... much to her father's dismay. Othellan often beat Moth if she did not perform well. This was his way and she did not question it. She still does not hold it against him, accepting those blows as a method of making her stronger.
At age thirteen, the Angel was given the opportunity to have a first kill: one of her classmates that seemed to be incompetent and too scrawny to keep up. The clan Indahal had no use for him except to test Moth's accuracy. She watched as they clipped his wings and gave him a small dagger to defend himself. It was only fair, after all.
They let the pair loose in Kelaw Arena's maze, watching the boy run from the huntress. Her first arrow missed, causing the girl to get condescending looks from her teachers and father but only driving her harder. Like a doe, the female raced through the maze after the offending boy. He would not last another half hour, falling to a pair of arrows fire simultaneously from her bow; one landing in the center of his shoulders, one in the small of his back. Both broke his spine and left him slumped over in the arena.
Calmly the girl now dubbed a woman retrieved her arrows. Oddly, Moth took the time to roll the boy over and smooth the hair from his face, propping him against one of the maze's stone walls with his hands in his lap. No other but Moth knows if this is a respectful or mocking gesture, but it has become a ritual to her every chance she has to kill another.
From that kill on Moth has been dubbed a wonder of an archer. She has often been sent out to the strange realm of the other beasts to aid those who fight there. Unbeknown to several other angels, Moth has gained a most macabre collection from those journeys: all of the buttons and toggles on her armor are slowly being replaced with the teeth of her fallen enemies. After her first off-Recharack kill of a werewolf, the girl has been bringing back a single tooth from every kill to a craftsman that will grind and fashion them in to whatever fastener she needs. The relationship that Moth had developed with the craftsman had taken a turn toward love, but the looming threat of societal views had quickly snuffed the burning passions between the pair. Besides, the seventy year old angel would surely have been hung for impregnating a barely seventeen year old female no matter how attractive and mature she seemed.
- Extras-
None to note.
Personality:
Moth is reserved, as an angel should be. She rarely smiles, though is often happy. Seriousness comes when in discussion or hunting, though she takes great pleasure in either activity. She is often sadistic, speaking of pinning her opponents to trees before finishing them off or how she watches them writhe a bit before finally ending their miserable excuses for lives. Most believe that particular personality quirk is because of her age.
Iramothe is a flirt, but is so subtle that she escapes most of her elders' radar unless she wishes to be open. At these times she often was subject to getting a scolding or two, but takes them in stride. After all, she is only beginning to reach adulthood for her kind... barely out of the womb at eighteen, she has heard.
As her personality develops, Moth is becoming a more and more difficult woman to read, but many a skilled being has tried to do so.
Pictures:
none so far
Notes as they come up in RP
- Sees any form of clothing as armor because it hides the wearer. (Somewhere Past Nowhere)
- May be prone to showing emotion when caught off-guard. (Somewhere Past Nowhere)
- Has internal thoughts that actually talk to her (like a second voice) and often can be heard scolding her throughout posts.(Somewhere Past Nowhere)