Post by Tismri on Apr 8, 2015 20:50:50 GMT -5
Help! I can never stop making new characters! I must be cursed! 
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Xerra
Character's age: 15
Character's attitude: Xerra is quiet and cunning. She can be perceived as selfish and manipulative to those who don't know her; indeed, that is the air she attempts to cast. But once someone really gets to know her, they learn that she is fiercely devoted to her friends, family, and tribe.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance:
Xerra has tattoos on her arms and over her torso. She has yet to receive any on her face, however. Her tattoos resemble a vine pattern with curling branches and delicate leaves.
Character's allegiance: Ayati Tribe, Dragon Riders
Weapons: Dual long curved scimitars.
Other Info: Xerra has a brother; she often seems to keep her distance from him and her parents, but she cares for them much more than she lets on. She is considering leaving the tribe for a while.
History: Xerra is the daughter of Ashod and Cyan of the Ayati tribe. She was born about a year after the overthrow of Galbatorix. Although her parents were civil, and even close friends, they hadn't truly seemed to fall in love with each other until she was nearly three. It wasn't until she was older that she was told their history, how her mother's first love was murdered, and her father had been suspected of it. From that point, she resolved to not get to close to anyone, understanding that it had nearly ruined her mother's life. She distanced herself from her parents and her brother, and even from her friends. She thought that if she hid her true feelings from everyone, she wouldn't expose herself to that sort of danger. In spite of this, she truly does care about them and would do anything she could to protect them from danger.
Role Play Sample:
Xerra faced off against her opponent, her eyes inscrutable. He was holding a knife in one hand, and from the way he stood, it appeared he was about to reach for another. They stood their ground against each other, neither moving even a twitch. Then, with a small motion, the blade went sailing in her direction. With a quick flick of her sword, she diverted its path and slid across the grass toward him, swinging her left sword at him. He leapt into the air over her blade and pulled out another knife and their steel met. She backflipped away from him, then spun around at an approach. She met steel again. He was faster now, and his eyes were keener. If this was her opposition in reality, she had a lot of practicing to do. After all, he was still just a recent Rider. Some had spent years in training. They clashed over and over again, their attacks always meeting. Finally, they both submitted, too exhausted to go on.
"You've improved, Zee," Xerra told him. "You must have been practicing."
"A little," he admitted. "Myst asked me to be more serious about this." The shimmering grey dragon blinked at them from where she lay curled around herself. "You've gotten better, too."
"Not nearly enough, though," she replied, sheathing her swords. She turned to walk away, her cold air returning. "Thank you for the spar, Zee."
"Any time," he told her as she ducked into her tent.
Your username: Jeriah/Tismri
Character's name: Xerra
Character's age: 15
Character's attitude: Xerra is quiet and cunning. She can be perceived as selfish and manipulative to those who don't know her; indeed, that is the air she attempts to cast. But once someone really gets to know her, they learn that she is fiercely devoted to her friends, family, and tribe.
Character's Race: human
Character's appearance:
Xerra has tattoos on her arms and over her torso. She has yet to receive any on her face, however. Her tattoos resemble a vine pattern with curling branches and delicate leaves.
Character's allegiance: Ayati Tribe, Dragon Riders
Weapons: Dual long curved scimitars.
Other Info: Xerra has a brother; she often seems to keep her distance from him and her parents, but she cares for them much more than she lets on. She is considering leaving the tribe for a while.
History: Xerra is the daughter of Ashod and Cyan of the Ayati tribe. She was born about a year after the overthrow of Galbatorix. Although her parents were civil, and even close friends, they hadn't truly seemed to fall in love with each other until she was nearly three. It wasn't until she was older that she was told their history, how her mother's first love was murdered, and her father had been suspected of it. From that point, she resolved to not get to close to anyone, understanding that it had nearly ruined her mother's life. She distanced herself from her parents and her brother, and even from her friends. She thought that if she hid her true feelings from everyone, she wouldn't expose herself to that sort of danger. In spite of this, she truly does care about them and would do anything she could to protect them from danger.
Role Play Sample:
Xerra faced off against her opponent, her eyes inscrutable. He was holding a knife in one hand, and from the way he stood, it appeared he was about to reach for another. They stood their ground against each other, neither moving even a twitch. Then, with a small motion, the blade went sailing in her direction. With a quick flick of her sword, she diverted its path and slid across the grass toward him, swinging her left sword at him. He leapt into the air over her blade and pulled out another knife and their steel met. She backflipped away from him, then spun around at an approach. She met steel again. He was faster now, and his eyes were keener. If this was her opposition in reality, she had a lot of practicing to do. After all, he was still just a recent Rider. Some had spent years in training. They clashed over and over again, their attacks always meeting. Finally, they both submitted, too exhausted to go on.
"You've improved, Zee," Xerra told him. "You must have been practicing."
"A little," he admitted. "Myst asked me to be more serious about this." The shimmering grey dragon blinked at them from where she lay curled around herself. "You've gotten better, too."
"Not nearly enough, though," she replied, sheathing her swords. She turned to walk away, her cold air returning. "Thank you for the spar, Zee."
"Any time," he told her as she ducked into her tent.
