Post by zoraicha on Apr 24, 2008 19:59:37 GMT -5
Name: Zoraicha
Age: 420
Sex: Female
Birth place: Japan
Appearance: Fairly short, with long, curly green hair, like moss. She likes to wear kimonos from her time and green clothes and dresses. Her eyes are greenish and she's a woodnymph.
Personality: She is a very happy, but fairly quiet person. She is very solitary, and enjoys traveling. She doesn't have many friends because she moves around so much, so she's rather lonely.
History: Zoraicha had lived with her clan in the woods for a very long time in central Japan, but one day a different clan tried to take her territory, slaughtering her friends and family, including her best friend, Albiana and her lover, Terisaso. She was devastated because she hadn't seen him before he had died, but never had dreams about him, which was odd because woodnymphs often got messages from deceased loved ones in the forms of dreams, so she feared that he hadn't wanted to send her any messages. Zoraicha decided to settle down in Lameiria, hoping that this wood settle her frantic thoughts as well as her heart ached for a dream from her dear Terisaso.
RP Sample: Zoraicha stretched out and rubbed the sleep from her brilliant eyes. She stared out at the mountainside disappointedly. She had had another night without even a fragment of a message from her dear Terisaso. She had had other dreams from other family members throughout the week, but none from her beloved. It had been almost 200 years since he had died. Why did she wait still from a message? But she simply couldn't face the fact that she wasn't important enough to him. She had received a message from Albiana telling her not o fret. He must be around somewhere. Zoraicha closed her eyes. Her heart hurt so deeply. But she couldn't let it show. She freshened up by washing her face gently and tying on her kimono. She stepped out under the sunny skys of Lameira, the flowers in her hair blooming beautifully, but the chill wind of fear still hitting her rosy cheeks. The sun beat down on her mossy green hair and she decided to just learn to deal with her loss, no matter how much longer it took. Although Zoraicha could hardly bear the burden of living with Terisaso's memory, let alone letting go of it. Zoraicha just sighed, lifted her heavy head, and pasted a smile on her brilliant red lips.
Age: 420
Sex: Female
Birth place: Japan
Appearance: Fairly short, with long, curly green hair, like moss. She likes to wear kimonos from her time and green clothes and dresses. Her eyes are greenish and she's a woodnymph.
Personality: She is a very happy, but fairly quiet person. She is very solitary, and enjoys traveling. She doesn't have many friends because she moves around so much, so she's rather lonely.
History: Zoraicha had lived with her clan in the woods for a very long time in central Japan, but one day a different clan tried to take her territory, slaughtering her friends and family, including her best friend, Albiana and her lover, Terisaso. She was devastated because she hadn't seen him before he had died, but never had dreams about him, which was odd because woodnymphs often got messages from deceased loved ones in the forms of dreams, so she feared that he hadn't wanted to send her any messages. Zoraicha decided to settle down in Lameiria, hoping that this wood settle her frantic thoughts as well as her heart ached for a dream from her dear Terisaso.
RP Sample: Zoraicha stretched out and rubbed the sleep from her brilliant eyes. She stared out at the mountainside disappointedly. She had had another night without even a fragment of a message from her dear Terisaso. She had had other dreams from other family members throughout the week, but none from her beloved. It had been almost 200 years since he had died. Why did she wait still from a message? But she simply couldn't face the fact that she wasn't important enough to him. She had received a message from Albiana telling her not o fret. He must be around somewhere. Zoraicha closed her eyes. Her heart hurt so deeply. But she couldn't let it show. She freshened up by washing her face gently and tying on her kimono. She stepped out under the sunny skys of Lameira, the flowers in her hair blooming beautifully, but the chill wind of fear still hitting her rosy cheeks. The sun beat down on her mossy green hair and she decided to just learn to deal with her loss, no matter how much longer it took. Although Zoraicha could hardly bear the burden of living with Terisaso's memory, let alone letting go of it. Zoraicha just sighed, lifted her heavy head, and pasted a smile on her brilliant red lips.
