Post by sentranicia on Feb 23, 2010 10:25:54 GMT -5
Name: Zandara Trifield
Alias: Dara
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance:
Body: Zandara is a very small woman, standing at only 5’3 and weighing in at just over 90 pounds. She has a thin frame with gentle curves that do not particularly draw the eye. She has thin, wiry arms and legs and small hands and feet. She has fair skin without a single blemish or spot and rosy red cheeks and lips. Her eyes are a blazing, sapphire blue that brighten up her face. Her hair is long and rose blonde and falls over her shoulders softly, curling ever so slightly. Bangs drop over her forehead covering her eyebrows and stopping just short of her eyes.
Clothing: Zandara dresses to match her sweet personality. She often wears dresses and more feminine attire to play up what little she was blessed with. Her favorite is a short white dress that doesn’t quite reach mid-thigh and ruffles out to give her a bit more hip. It has two thin straps that go over her shoulders very close to her neck. A couple of bows on the bottom hemline give the dress a little detail. If not in this dress, she will be wearing a short skirt and matching top of some type or the other that matches her mood for the day. For colder days, she has a variety of long, detailed cloaks with hoods to keep her bare frame warm.
Trinkets: Zandara wears a small silver ring on her left finger. No, she is not married, but it has saved her from unfortunate situations every now and then in the past as is its purpose. She wears a black cord around her neck with a silver dragon head charm holding both ends together in the middle.
General: There is a warm, soft feeling to the look of Zandara. She is not threatening in the least but is in fact very sweet in appearance. It’s unlikely that anyone would see her walking toward them and assume that she was going to harm them. She has a cute smile and demeanor to go with her body as a whole and it pulls together her innocent look perfectly.
Personality: Zandara is a very gentle and sweet young woman. She has no temper to speak of and is really very quiet. She never goes looking for fights unless it is absolutely necessary and is quite content to let someone blow off some steam at her until they calm down so long as they don’t get physical about it. Because of her passive and calm nature, she has been attacked sexually many times, but thanks to her special ability, she has remained untouched and she would like it to remain such a way until she feels the time is proper. Dara generally wears a small smile on her face, most of the time without even placing it there herself. Dara is not afraid to ask for help from anyone she runs across, and her pride does not step in the way of doing so. She is a meek and mild, gentle and sweet girl, dropped into the middle of turmoil. She could use as much help as she can get.
Possessions: Dara rides a dainty mare by the name of Whisper. It is a light brown with a flaxen mane and tail and a thick white blaze down its face. She is well cared for and her coat always shines brightly. Her mane and tail are always combed through, never braided or plaited but hanging free. Dara does not trim them but to keep them out of the way and off the ground, so they are long and flowing. The saddle and bridle are a common brown leather, with silver detailing on the browband and noseband as well as the pommel of the saddle and its stirrups.
Special Abilities: Dara’s only defensive ability is the only one she really needs. Simply by looking at someone and saying what she wishes them to feel, they will feel it beyond what they ever thought imaginable. For example if someone is rushing toward her in attack, she may look at them and quietly say “pain” and even the strongest soldier will drop to their knees in sheer agony. She can, however, manage the degree of the feeling to be incredibly strong or very mild. So if she simply wants to give warning or display her ability, she can induce a small amount of that feeling. Likewise, she can induce pleasure, sorrow, fear, and anger.
History: Zandara was born in a small house to a farmer and his wife on a sunny day in the middle of spring. Her older sister was just five years old and was excited to have a younger sibling finally. The birth went smoothly, and in only six hours, the young girl was brought into the world to breath the fresh air for the first time.
At the age of three, her father started teaching her how to ride horses, starting out with a gentle gelding and progressing with age and experience to more frisky mares and stallions. When Dara turned 5 she started helping her mother with the usual household activities, free to play with her sister Layaris only after her chores were finished. The two loved to play with the farm dog and chase the chickens around the fields for hours until it was time for dinner.
When Dara was 9 years old, her mother and sister came down with a severe illness that killed her mother and left Layaris terribly disabled. With tears in his eyes, Dara’s father buried his wife under an old maple tree at the center of their property where no animal could tread over her. He refused to eat the meals his youngest daughter prepared for the family, living on bread and water only after long days of labor. After months of grieving for his beloved, he seemed to realize that he had two children to take care of. He realized also, unfortunately, that he could not himself raise two daughters at his age, particularly with one so troubled by past sickness.
The man traveled with the two girls to the city of Minervum and turned them over to an academy where they would both be well cared for and trained. At ten and fifteen years old, the girls were more than a little upset with his decision, but realized that he was doing what he could to provide for his family. They hugged and kissed him goodbye, knowing that it was unlikely that they would meet again. Turning away, a single tear slid down his face as he left for home, alone and afraid. Zandara knew that her father would not last through the night.
She was correct.
Several years passed and Dara began to realize that she had a special gift. Often in her teenage years boys would attempt to subdue her, finding her an easy target because of her small and meek frame. But no matter what the case was they always seemed to change their mind very quickly. It was after a few situations such as these that she gathered her thoughts enough to try and determine what was happening to them. She spotted one of her attackers at dinner one evening and locked her eyes on him. She thought for a moment and whispered the simple word, “Pain.”
The boy dropped to the ground, screaming and thrashing about in agony as his friends and professors looked on helplessly. Terrified, she looked away from him and the screaming subsided almost immediately. He was rushed to the hospital and she spent the next few days not daring to look up at anyone.
It was lucky that she had discovered her ability however, for she learned quickly how to perfect it, and even that she could do different things with it. She experimented with different boys, watching them tear through the hallway in fear or break down crying with such terrible sadness only to be ridiculed by their friends. She targeted only one with anger, noting that it would not benefit her defensively but more in an aggressive situation if they were on her side. The final experiment was performed on one of her closest friends and with great caution. Unsure of how it would affect her, Dara looked only out of the corner of her eye and whispered, “Pleasure.” The girl’s face softened, her eyes closed and she sighed softly. Her muscles relaxed and she shifted ever so slightly. Intensifying her thoughts ever so slightly, Dara continued to watch and listen for only a moment more. Looking away and dropping her thoughts, she grimaced as an almost sinful sound emitted from the girl’s throat.
Just after that, Dara decided that it would be best for her to know what it felt like to have those things forced into your body and mind. She found a mirror and locked herself in her room with it. Staring at herself carefully, she placed each of the feelings upon herself in slight increments. Sorrow. Anger. Pleasure…Pain. It was the last of these that she recognized to be the most powerful. Fire swept through her blood, every bone shattered, and every cell of her skin fell away. She dropped her eyes, fear of her own rippling through her. The pain left her immediately, but a terrible realization hit her. That had been the smallest possible amount of intensity. She shuddered to think what that boy at dinner had felt before she had been able to control it. A knock on the door and a voice of concern jolted her from her thoughts. Had she screamed? She was almost sure she had kept silent, but the pain had been so forceful she could not know for sure. She opened the door and assured her friends with a smile that she was just fine. Everything was normal…
It was after her 18th birthday that Zandara left the school. Taking her inheritance money with her, she said farewell to her sister (who had been moved to a hospital for people like her), bought a young horse and set off on her adventures. Dara does not have any place in particular to travel to, but she explores, hoping to find the right place for herself and her gifts, simply attempting to stay out of trouble.
Miscellaneous: Zandara is a simple explorer, but as she explores she looks for treasures to sell so she can send money to her sister in Minervum. She rarely uses her gift, and generally not to its full extent. I will not use this to completely disable a character from attacking me, and I doubt anyone who is attacking me will allow me to.
Alias: Dara
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Nationality: Allondell
Appearance:
Body: Zandara is a very small woman, standing at only 5’3 and weighing in at just over 90 pounds. She has a thin frame with gentle curves that do not particularly draw the eye. She has thin, wiry arms and legs and small hands and feet. She has fair skin without a single blemish or spot and rosy red cheeks and lips. Her eyes are a blazing, sapphire blue that brighten up her face. Her hair is long and rose blonde and falls over her shoulders softly, curling ever so slightly. Bangs drop over her forehead covering her eyebrows and stopping just short of her eyes.
Clothing: Zandara dresses to match her sweet personality. She often wears dresses and more feminine attire to play up what little she was blessed with. Her favorite is a short white dress that doesn’t quite reach mid-thigh and ruffles out to give her a bit more hip. It has two thin straps that go over her shoulders very close to her neck. A couple of bows on the bottom hemline give the dress a little detail. If not in this dress, she will be wearing a short skirt and matching top of some type or the other that matches her mood for the day. For colder days, she has a variety of long, detailed cloaks with hoods to keep her bare frame warm.
Trinkets: Zandara wears a small silver ring on her left finger. No, she is not married, but it has saved her from unfortunate situations every now and then in the past as is its purpose. She wears a black cord around her neck with a silver dragon head charm holding both ends together in the middle.
General: There is a warm, soft feeling to the look of Zandara. She is not threatening in the least but is in fact very sweet in appearance. It’s unlikely that anyone would see her walking toward them and assume that she was going to harm them. She has a cute smile and demeanor to go with her body as a whole and it pulls together her innocent look perfectly.
Personality: Zandara is a very gentle and sweet young woman. She has no temper to speak of and is really very quiet. She never goes looking for fights unless it is absolutely necessary and is quite content to let someone blow off some steam at her until they calm down so long as they don’t get physical about it. Because of her passive and calm nature, she has been attacked sexually many times, but thanks to her special ability, she has remained untouched and she would like it to remain such a way until she feels the time is proper. Dara generally wears a small smile on her face, most of the time without even placing it there herself. Dara is not afraid to ask for help from anyone she runs across, and her pride does not step in the way of doing so. She is a meek and mild, gentle and sweet girl, dropped into the middle of turmoil. She could use as much help as she can get.
Possessions: Dara rides a dainty mare by the name of Whisper. It is a light brown with a flaxen mane and tail and a thick white blaze down its face. She is well cared for and her coat always shines brightly. Her mane and tail are always combed through, never braided or plaited but hanging free. Dara does not trim them but to keep them out of the way and off the ground, so they are long and flowing. The saddle and bridle are a common brown leather, with silver detailing on the browband and noseband as well as the pommel of the saddle and its stirrups.
Special Abilities: Dara’s only defensive ability is the only one she really needs. Simply by looking at someone and saying what she wishes them to feel, they will feel it beyond what they ever thought imaginable. For example if someone is rushing toward her in attack, she may look at them and quietly say “pain” and even the strongest soldier will drop to their knees in sheer agony. She can, however, manage the degree of the feeling to be incredibly strong or very mild. So if she simply wants to give warning or display her ability, she can induce a small amount of that feeling. Likewise, she can induce pleasure, sorrow, fear, and anger.
History: Zandara was born in a small house to a farmer and his wife on a sunny day in the middle of spring. Her older sister was just five years old and was excited to have a younger sibling finally. The birth went smoothly, and in only six hours, the young girl was brought into the world to breath the fresh air for the first time.
At the age of three, her father started teaching her how to ride horses, starting out with a gentle gelding and progressing with age and experience to more frisky mares and stallions. When Dara turned 5 she started helping her mother with the usual household activities, free to play with her sister Layaris only after her chores were finished. The two loved to play with the farm dog and chase the chickens around the fields for hours until it was time for dinner.
When Dara was 9 years old, her mother and sister came down with a severe illness that killed her mother and left Layaris terribly disabled. With tears in his eyes, Dara’s father buried his wife under an old maple tree at the center of their property where no animal could tread over her. He refused to eat the meals his youngest daughter prepared for the family, living on bread and water only after long days of labor. After months of grieving for his beloved, he seemed to realize that he had two children to take care of. He realized also, unfortunately, that he could not himself raise two daughters at his age, particularly with one so troubled by past sickness.
The man traveled with the two girls to the city of Minervum and turned them over to an academy where they would both be well cared for and trained. At ten and fifteen years old, the girls were more than a little upset with his decision, but realized that he was doing what he could to provide for his family. They hugged and kissed him goodbye, knowing that it was unlikely that they would meet again. Turning away, a single tear slid down his face as he left for home, alone and afraid. Zandara knew that her father would not last through the night.
She was correct.
Several years passed and Dara began to realize that she had a special gift. Often in her teenage years boys would attempt to subdue her, finding her an easy target because of her small and meek frame. But no matter what the case was they always seemed to change their mind very quickly. It was after a few situations such as these that she gathered her thoughts enough to try and determine what was happening to them. She spotted one of her attackers at dinner one evening and locked her eyes on him. She thought for a moment and whispered the simple word, “Pain.”
The boy dropped to the ground, screaming and thrashing about in agony as his friends and professors looked on helplessly. Terrified, she looked away from him and the screaming subsided almost immediately. He was rushed to the hospital and she spent the next few days not daring to look up at anyone.
It was lucky that she had discovered her ability however, for she learned quickly how to perfect it, and even that she could do different things with it. She experimented with different boys, watching them tear through the hallway in fear or break down crying with such terrible sadness only to be ridiculed by their friends. She targeted only one with anger, noting that it would not benefit her defensively but more in an aggressive situation if they were on her side. The final experiment was performed on one of her closest friends and with great caution. Unsure of how it would affect her, Dara looked only out of the corner of her eye and whispered, “Pleasure.” The girl’s face softened, her eyes closed and she sighed softly. Her muscles relaxed and she shifted ever so slightly. Intensifying her thoughts ever so slightly, Dara continued to watch and listen for only a moment more. Looking away and dropping her thoughts, she grimaced as an almost sinful sound emitted from the girl’s throat.
Just after that, Dara decided that it would be best for her to know what it felt like to have those things forced into your body and mind. She found a mirror and locked herself in her room with it. Staring at herself carefully, she placed each of the feelings upon herself in slight increments. Sorrow. Anger. Pleasure…Pain. It was the last of these that she recognized to be the most powerful. Fire swept through her blood, every bone shattered, and every cell of her skin fell away. She dropped her eyes, fear of her own rippling through her. The pain left her immediately, but a terrible realization hit her. That had been the smallest possible amount of intensity. She shuddered to think what that boy at dinner had felt before she had been able to control it. A knock on the door and a voice of concern jolted her from her thoughts. Had she screamed? She was almost sure she had kept silent, but the pain had been so forceful she could not know for sure. She opened the door and assured her friends with a smile that she was just fine. Everything was normal…
It was after her 18th birthday that Zandara left the school. Taking her inheritance money with her, she said farewell to her sister (who had been moved to a hospital for people like her), bought a young horse and set off on her adventures. Dara does not have any place in particular to travel to, but she explores, hoping to find the right place for herself and her gifts, simply attempting to stay out of trouble.
Miscellaneous: Zandara is a simple explorer, but as she explores she looks for treasures to sell so she can send money to her sister in Minervum. She rarely uses her gift, and generally not to its full extent. I will not use this to completely disable a character from attacking me, and I doubt anyone who is attacking me will allow me to.
