Post by Me'ing on Nov 8, 2006 20:25:12 GMT -5
Name: Me’ing Uroi Baya’ani the Black Daughter; her official name is stricken from the records of her people even though her name is eerily similar to the word for ‘outcast’ in their native tongue.
Race: Changeling
Age: 26
Rank: Stricken from her prior to her exile, she was a fighter and shifter.
Nationality: Exiled from her island home
Patron God: None as of yet
Description:
Height: 6”5
Hair color: black
Hair length: mid back, wavy with stones and feathers woven in, bound back.
Eye color: Golden and slitted like a cat’s
Skin tone: tanned
Build: Toned musculature.
Miscellaneous: Clan tattoo on her shoulder, and a scar where they carved off her rank tattoo on her left leg, a twisted scar on her back from being flailed prior to her exile
Personality: A mite bit jaded and cautious around people from her experience with her exile, Me’ing has gained a few trust issues, though it hasn’t hampered her curious nature in the slightest, neither she nor any of her people have been to the mainland before; several hundred of the thousand little gods forbid it; supposedly, though she never cared for their many hypocritical doctrines. Once she does trust, however, she trusts completely, and slides out of her wary shell; becoming cheerful and exuberant and insatiably curious, returning to the young woman she was prior to her exile.
History: A prophecy was uttered at her birth by several of the island’s oracles, a retelling of an old and mostly forgotten prophecy, and as such she was given to one of the clan’s shamans to be raised as a warrior and shifter herself; specializing in altering her form to better fight; though the process is painful and cannot be done often; she is socially inept since her father alienated her from her people, which did not bode well for her when she returned to find her father murdered; blame fell on her head and despite what was spoken she was set out in a boat during a storm; exiled and shamed. She crashed on the coast of Mixteca and wandered inland, avoiding civilization and other people, searching for a rumored mages tower that should hold the knowledge she seeks on the inland world and customs.
[whisper=Katolin,Me'ing]
Prophecy:
'The fall of the one marks the rise of the other, and the instrument of change is the Outcast.
The Stranger is the Herald. What was broken shall become whole, and what was whole shall break.
The Scholar and the Outcast shall be the healers. The Highest fear the skies as The Lowest rise to gain dominion.”[/whisper]
Race: Changeling
Age: 26
Rank: Stricken from her prior to her exile, she was a fighter and shifter.
Nationality: Exiled from her island home
Patron God: None as of yet
Description:
Height: 6”5
Hair color: black
Hair length: mid back, wavy with stones and feathers woven in, bound back.
Eye color: Golden and slitted like a cat’s
Skin tone: tanned
Build: Toned musculature.
Miscellaneous: Clan tattoo on her shoulder, and a scar where they carved off her rank tattoo on her left leg, a twisted scar on her back from being flailed prior to her exile
Personality: A mite bit jaded and cautious around people from her experience with her exile, Me’ing has gained a few trust issues, though it hasn’t hampered her curious nature in the slightest, neither she nor any of her people have been to the mainland before; several hundred of the thousand little gods forbid it; supposedly, though she never cared for their many hypocritical doctrines. Once she does trust, however, she trusts completely, and slides out of her wary shell; becoming cheerful and exuberant and insatiably curious, returning to the young woman she was prior to her exile.
History: A prophecy was uttered at her birth by several of the island’s oracles, a retelling of an old and mostly forgotten prophecy, and as such she was given to one of the clan’s shamans to be raised as a warrior and shifter herself; specializing in altering her form to better fight; though the process is painful and cannot be done often; she is socially inept since her father alienated her from her people, which did not bode well for her when she returned to find her father murdered; blame fell on her head and despite what was spoken she was set out in a boat during a storm; exiled and shamed. She crashed on the coast of Mixteca and wandered inland, avoiding civilization and other people, searching for a rumored mages tower that should hold the knowledge she seeks on the inland world and customs.
[whisper=Katolin,Me'ing]
Prophecy:
'The fall of the one marks the rise of the other, and the instrument of change is the Outcast.
The Stranger is the Herald. What was broken shall become whole, and what was whole shall break.
The Scholar and the Outcast shall be the healers. The Highest fear the skies as The Lowest rise to gain dominion.”[/whisper]