Post by Isadora Miles on Aug 28, 2006 19:25:31 GMT -5
Character's Name: Isadora Miles
Character's Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race/Class: Samuri
Character's History/Background(be as detailed as possible):
The sound of running water by the stream caught my eyes, it always does. I close them trying to forget what it was, what happened so many years ago, but one can never forget. One will never be allowed to forget, one can not forget something that is apart of them, forced upon them.
The sound of my childhood friends, and family; the laughter exchanged by the pair hung in the air, thick like molasses on a tree, everything was so simple then. The day everything changed, everything that one once loved, gone or stolen. The smell of my mother's perfume, the feel of the air running through my hair as my dad swung me around by my arms, nothing mattered to a little girl that day, nothing at that moment in time. I wish I could go back to that moment.
The war spread to our small village that very day. Many were slaughtered without a moments hesitation, most if not all my friends, children at the time were also murdered. I can still hear their screams, their cries, one can never push out that sound, it's what makes me who I am today. We ran, my father and I, he pulled me by my arms, my mother gone. I cried for her, told him to go back, he was a warrior, one of the best! He would and did after he thought I was safe. Placing me outside the village near a small river, this very river; he told me to hide, to stay put. He would come back for me, he promised. I am still waiting, he may be out there somewhere.
I don't know how long I waited, how long it was before the smoke caught my eyes. Our village burning, screams still being heard from inside the village. I could not go back, I promised my father, I was all he had left, all he was going to return for. I covered my ears, closed my eyes and waited in the greenery for him to return. I snapped my eyes open when a hand grabbed mine, and pulled me into the air, it was not him. He threw me down into the river, I layed winded, shocked. He was not much older then I, perhaps early 20's. When I find him he will die by my hands, he deserves a fate no less. He took advantage of me, and while he did so, held me under the water, I died. Or so he thought, so I thought. I can remember the feel of death, the thought of an unfufilled life, the chance to never reap my revenge for the bearer of the evil crime thrown upon me that day.
It was a boy, a boy younger then I that found my body; He was out fishing. I was saved by his father, he brought life back into my broken body, for that I am ever grateful, I owe them all so much. I was adopted into their family, I had a new mother and father, even a brother this time. Though they will never replace them, they did try and for that I owe them everything.
I was trained on the ancient ways, the fighting ways. I learned fast and I had no choice. So much hate in my body, hate for my friend's death. Hate for the man that had his way with me, hate for not going back with my father, for being scared. I will never allow myself to be weak like that again. It was two weeks after my first series of lessons that something happened. I can not explain it much more then this: My new father and I were practicing with staffs and I hit him, knocking him on his backside, him gasping for air. A girl of only 14, causing that reaction, I saw the fear in his eyes. He has yet to challange me again since that day. Though we speak of it from time to time, he said that Suijin was protecting me then as she did that day I died.
I learned more techniques until I was of age and then saught out on my own journey, my own tide in the water my father told my mother the morning I left. They tried to keep me, they wanted to protect me, it is only natural, but knew that I was an unstoppable force that would not calm until my revenge was finished.
Over the few years I have managed to go from city to city, learning new fighting techniques and looking for him. I remember his face, that is all I need to know about him, to find him. I do jobs for money, but that is only for living purposes, nothing more.
Character's Personality: Quiet and calm. Until she is threatened or an innocent is. She turns angry very quick in these instances. She is very guarded about herself and her past, due to the horrible memories. She hates water, infact panics if surrouded by it, so she stays away from it as much as possible in fear of the shallowy grave that almost kept her there in fear it might call her back on day.
Character's Appearance: Isadora stands about 5'6" in height and has long black hair, which when training or scouting around is tied back with a piece of cloth to keep of her face. Her red eyes show passion and hate when her life or an innocent's is put in danger, other wise there is a small spark of life in them, though not as much as should be. She usually wears dark clothing, black loose pants with a tighter fitting top, easier for her to move in and fight in.
Anything special: It was a few weeks after her drowning experience that Isadora found out that she had a special connection with the element that almost killed her. She is able to blow opponents with a force that makes them feel as if they had been struck by a tidal wave with her staff, her favorite weapon of choice; next to her sword.
Weaknesses/Strengths: Due to her history she feels the need to help the innocent, children mostly. She will do anything, even risk her own life to prevent another innocent's death.
Character's Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race/Class: Samuri
Character's History/Background(be as detailed as possible):
The sound of running water by the stream caught my eyes, it always does. I close them trying to forget what it was, what happened so many years ago, but one can never forget. One will never be allowed to forget, one can not forget something that is apart of them, forced upon them.
The sound of my childhood friends, and family; the laughter exchanged by the pair hung in the air, thick like molasses on a tree, everything was so simple then. The day everything changed, everything that one once loved, gone or stolen. The smell of my mother's perfume, the feel of the air running through my hair as my dad swung me around by my arms, nothing mattered to a little girl that day, nothing at that moment in time. I wish I could go back to that moment.
The war spread to our small village that very day. Many were slaughtered without a moments hesitation, most if not all my friends, children at the time were also murdered. I can still hear their screams, their cries, one can never push out that sound, it's what makes me who I am today. We ran, my father and I, he pulled me by my arms, my mother gone. I cried for her, told him to go back, he was a warrior, one of the best! He would and did after he thought I was safe. Placing me outside the village near a small river, this very river; he told me to hide, to stay put. He would come back for me, he promised. I am still waiting, he may be out there somewhere.
I don't know how long I waited, how long it was before the smoke caught my eyes. Our village burning, screams still being heard from inside the village. I could not go back, I promised my father, I was all he had left, all he was going to return for. I covered my ears, closed my eyes and waited in the greenery for him to return. I snapped my eyes open when a hand grabbed mine, and pulled me into the air, it was not him. He threw me down into the river, I layed winded, shocked. He was not much older then I, perhaps early 20's. When I find him he will die by my hands, he deserves a fate no less. He took advantage of me, and while he did so, held me under the water, I died. Or so he thought, so I thought. I can remember the feel of death, the thought of an unfufilled life, the chance to never reap my revenge for the bearer of the evil crime thrown upon me that day.
It was a boy, a boy younger then I that found my body; He was out fishing. I was saved by his father, he brought life back into my broken body, for that I am ever grateful, I owe them all so much. I was adopted into their family, I had a new mother and father, even a brother this time. Though they will never replace them, they did try and for that I owe them everything.
I was trained on the ancient ways, the fighting ways. I learned fast and I had no choice. So much hate in my body, hate for my friend's death. Hate for the man that had his way with me, hate for not going back with my father, for being scared. I will never allow myself to be weak like that again. It was two weeks after my first series of lessons that something happened. I can not explain it much more then this: My new father and I were practicing with staffs and I hit him, knocking him on his backside, him gasping for air. A girl of only 14, causing that reaction, I saw the fear in his eyes. He has yet to challange me again since that day. Though we speak of it from time to time, he said that Suijin was protecting me then as she did that day I died.
I learned more techniques until I was of age and then saught out on my own journey, my own tide in the water my father told my mother the morning I left. They tried to keep me, they wanted to protect me, it is only natural, but knew that I was an unstoppable force that would not calm until my revenge was finished.
Over the few years I have managed to go from city to city, learning new fighting techniques and looking for him. I remember his face, that is all I need to know about him, to find him. I do jobs for money, but that is only for living purposes, nothing more.
Character's Personality: Quiet and calm. Until she is threatened or an innocent is. She turns angry very quick in these instances. She is very guarded about herself and her past, due to the horrible memories. She hates water, infact panics if surrouded by it, so she stays away from it as much as possible in fear of the shallowy grave that almost kept her there in fear it might call her back on day.
Character's Appearance: Isadora stands about 5'6" in height and has long black hair, which when training or scouting around is tied back with a piece of cloth to keep of her face. Her red eyes show passion and hate when her life or an innocent's is put in danger, other wise there is a small spark of life in them, though not as much as should be. She usually wears dark clothing, black loose pants with a tighter fitting top, easier for her to move in and fight in.
Anything special: It was a few weeks after her drowning experience that Isadora found out that she had a special connection with the element that almost killed her. She is able to blow opponents with a force that makes them feel as if they had been struck by a tidal wave with her staff, her favorite weapon of choice; next to her sword.
Weaknesses/Strengths: Due to her history she feels the need to help the innocent, children mostly. She will do anything, even risk her own life to prevent another innocent's death.
