Post by Avi on Apr 14, 2007 18:14:46 GMT -5
Name: Thyme Sierra Atkonith
Age: 13 years
Added: Year Fifteen, age Thirteen
Gender: Female
Rank: Unknown-Candidate?
Appearance: Dark brown hair is cur raggedly to the ends of her ears, while eyes are a serious emerald green. The eyes are slightly flecked with golden-brown, and the outer irises are gilded in gold. Her creamy skin which neither tans nor burns. accents this, drawing out her eyes against her pale skin and making them seem larger than the really are. Thyme's taller than most, but not exceptionally. The one thing that is probably the most curious about her appearance is a tattoo that starts at the wrist of her left arm and fades close to her elbow. Calling it a tattoo, though, seems a bit crude, as it's more a work of art showing different twisting scenes, symbolizing her Clan, name, and heritage in flowing images.
Personality: Although not shy, she's very quiet, preferring to analyze things and absorb information. Thyme's extremely serious, and is unstoppable when she has a goal. Intelligent but easily confused, she's extremely sensitive, especially when people say something about her 'past' state. Although not an impulsive girl, she does sometimes think things through the 'wrong' way, believing that something not so nice might be the best way to do something. Thyme has a hard time at making connections between things.
History: Thyme was born south. Way, way south. South in a place so different, run by different feuding clans. A place where magic isn't very common, but those who have it are prized more than gold. A place enclosed by a ring of mountains that cut off a part of the ocean. A place ruled by suspicion and superstition. A place called Lolarion.
The tail of Lolarion is a complex and difficult one. (Spare me, reader, for cutting it short.) Lolarion was cut off from the world soon following the nuclear explosion. Hidden behind the mountains, it has prospered into a place of war, tragedy, romance, and (surprisingly) stability. It has virtually no technology, and is as simple as the medieval ages.
Thyme grew up of the daughter of a magic-wielder1 and her concubine2 into the Atkonith Clan. She was raised in what little luxury Lolarion had, in hopes that she would have inherited her mother's magic. She didn't seemed to- the simplest of spells were too complex.
But Thyme did have magic, just in a different, unknown, puzzling form. Thyme /saw/ things differently. She saw things how they were before, not how they were then. For example, an old man might look like a teenage boy to her, so on so forth. Thyme still has not realized what she sees isn't real, although is frequently confused when things change. For whenever she sees a reflection -in water, off of glass, a mirror, etc.- her sight becomes normal. Because of her insistence of things that weren't there, and things others could not see, she was considered beyond insane, and exiled beyond the mountains3.
Little by little she has now wandered to the Guild, only accompanied by a fussy feline and a very bent up sword.
Element: Dark
Pets: House Cat Durra- An elegant white feline with orange spots and stripes. Thyme found her on the streets as a kitten, and they've been companions since.
Fighting Style: Rather drifty. ^^ No rhyme of reason, just sort of moves aimlessly.
Weapon(s) of Choice: A very scratched up yet serviceable sword.
1. Lolarion's term for mage.
2. Concubines are a sign of wealth, and magic-wielders tend to have many.
3. The worst of Lolarion's superstitions is the world beyond the mountains. It's said to be full of monsters, cannibals, blah blah blah...(IE, the worst punishment is to be exiled out there.)
Age: 13 years
Added: Year Fifteen, age Thirteen
Gender: Female
Rank: Unknown-Candidate?
Appearance: Dark brown hair is cur raggedly to the ends of her ears, while eyes are a serious emerald green. The eyes are slightly flecked with golden-brown, and the outer irises are gilded in gold. Her creamy skin which neither tans nor burns. accents this, drawing out her eyes against her pale skin and making them seem larger than the really are. Thyme's taller than most, but not exceptionally. The one thing that is probably the most curious about her appearance is a tattoo that starts at the wrist of her left arm and fades close to her elbow. Calling it a tattoo, though, seems a bit crude, as it's more a work of art showing different twisting scenes, symbolizing her Clan, name, and heritage in flowing images.
Personality: Although not shy, she's very quiet, preferring to analyze things and absorb information. Thyme's extremely serious, and is unstoppable when she has a goal. Intelligent but easily confused, she's extremely sensitive, especially when people say something about her 'past' state. Although not an impulsive girl, she does sometimes think things through the 'wrong' way, believing that something not so nice might be the best way to do something. Thyme has a hard time at making connections between things.
History: Thyme was born south. Way, way south. South in a place so different, run by different feuding clans. A place where magic isn't very common, but those who have it are prized more than gold. A place enclosed by a ring of mountains that cut off a part of the ocean. A place ruled by suspicion and superstition. A place called Lolarion.
The tail of Lolarion is a complex and difficult one. (Spare me, reader, for cutting it short.) Lolarion was cut off from the world soon following the nuclear explosion. Hidden behind the mountains, it has prospered into a place of war, tragedy, romance, and (surprisingly) stability. It has virtually no technology, and is as simple as the medieval ages.
Thyme grew up of the daughter of a magic-wielder1 and her concubine2 into the Atkonith Clan. She was raised in what little luxury Lolarion had, in hopes that she would have inherited her mother's magic. She didn't seemed to- the simplest of spells were too complex.
But Thyme did have magic, just in a different, unknown, puzzling form. Thyme /saw/ things differently. She saw things how they were before, not how they were then. For example, an old man might look like a teenage boy to her, so on so forth. Thyme still has not realized what she sees isn't real, although is frequently confused when things change. For whenever she sees a reflection -in water, off of glass, a mirror, etc.- her sight becomes normal. Because of her insistence of things that weren't there, and things others could not see, she was considered beyond insane, and exiled beyond the mountains3.
Little by little she has now wandered to the Guild, only accompanied by a fussy feline and a very bent up sword.
Element: Dark
Pets: House Cat Durra- An elegant white feline with orange spots and stripes. Thyme found her on the streets as a kitten, and they've been companions since.
Fighting Style: Rather drifty. ^^ No rhyme of reason, just sort of moves aimlessly.
Weapon(s) of Choice: A very scratched up yet serviceable sword.
1. Lolarion's term for mage.
2. Concubines are a sign of wealth, and magic-wielders tend to have many.
3. The worst of Lolarion's superstitions is the world beyond the mountains. It's said to be full of monsters, cannibals, blah blah blah...(IE, the worst punishment is to be exiled out there.)