Post by Khallayne on Jun 7, 2007 19:32:03 GMT -4
Name:[/b] Irazalis Ferellia
Nickname: Ira, or Raza
Race: Akma-Deiros
Gender: Female
Age: 25, Appears merely 16
Occupation: Irazalis, like most Akma-Deiros' these days lives solely on the streets. She doesn't side with the Government nor does she side with the rebels. Instead, her sole and single focus is to live from one day to the next. She never stops moving, and people tend to see her around, knowing her as a cloaked figure that aimlessly roams the streets. But that is how she likes it, being known only as a shadow upon the wall.
Personality: Irazalis is the kind of person that would leave you wondering for days. She appears to have nothing that annoys her, and nothing that causes her to tick whatsoever. She is mainly seen with a gentle smile upon her face, no matter what is happening around her, and from this, people tend to call her optimistic. How wrong could one person actually be? The truth of the matter is that Irazalis doesn’t even know when the proper time to smile is, and so, she merely does it whenever she feels fit. She has learned from her many experiences with humanoids that there are moments where a smile could desperately harm someone, and that is something that she wishes to avoid. However, if she were never to smile at all, people could easily guess at her race, and in the eyes of any Akma-Deiros, that would mean that a certain death was to befall them.
Kind hearted and helpful, she’d give a person the shirt off of her back to help someone that was in a similar situation to her own. That is, if she knew that giving the shirt on her back wouldn’t cause them to all yell in horror and then threaten to burn her at stake. She places everyone before herself and tends to ignore the very fact that she is living a horrible life. Not that there is anything wrong with that in her mind. It is the way that the Akma-Deiros are supposed to live. They were always modest people, and they never really wanted more than they already had.
Actually, Irazalis is as modest as an Akma-Deiros can become, considering the powerful powers that she harvests within her frail little body. She has the capacity to ask the stars anything that she so desires about someone, however, instead, she decides to figure it out first hand, meeting people day to day, and trying to nearly stalk those that interest her. She is always polite, and always partially understanding when someone speaks to her. And she has gained quite the open mind from all of her experiences. Of course, when you are called a monster simply because of your race, an open mind is something that is easily and earnestly desired. Besides, you don’t do to others what you don’t want done with yourself, right? And to add to this, she is insanely truthful. She will tell anyone anything that they ask about her. If they ask it precisely. If they don’t her words are simple mysteries. How fun it is to watch the quizzical expression show upon people’s faces when she speaks. It is one of her rare amusements… Kind of… Well, so to speak.
But there is one dark little secret in this woman’s world. She is a misanthrope. Mainly internally, really. But she despises the humanoids, and everything that surrounds them. At the same time, she is curious, and always willing to spend a day in their shoes. She is quite contradicting to say the least. It is kind of like a bitterness that has grown with the years of hardships. She knows that not everyone is like the humanoids that hunt her down, but if ever you wanted to insult her, the only words one would have to say is: You are so human. It is the biggest insult in her world. Not one that would anger her, but one that would cause annoyance to flicker through her senses. She doesn’t see the point of having so many emotions, or the reasons why they try and murder each other at any other moment. It is… Foolish to say the least.
Yet a deep mystery hovers around this girl, a certain incertitude with life. She walks everywhere with a confidence of knowing that she is simply a shadow upon the floor, never to be seen. She has this sort of luring air that hovers about her. And she tends to be able to read certain people like an open book. It is all a game to her. One that she enjoys playing; well… as enjoying the game as she can enjoy it… if that makes sense. But at the same time, there is sorrow that lurks in her eyes whenever she allows someone to break through her walls bit by bit… It is a sorrow of knowing that someone is going to die, and the burden that she carries because of her race. It is hard to know that you are one of the few Akma-Deiros living… Even harder to know that you are one of the oldest alive… Very few Akma-Deiros’ live past childhood. The world is such a cruel place.
Appearance: Irazalis is a dainty little female. She reaches nearly 5’5” in height, but she is still growing for her legs still appear to be a bit too long for her body. Her skin is the colour of moonlight, soft and gentle. Creating a deep contrast with her ivory skin is her crimson red-brown hair that falls widely down her back in long knotted strands. The hair itself falls only halfway down her back, however, if she were to brush it, and give it a good wash, it would be quite lush. And usually covered by her dark fired hair are amethyst eyes. Her eyes are portray a certain age and wisdom, as though she has seen many things despite her young years. Yet, at the same time, they almost hold a certain innocence, and amusement. Like she holds a secret deep within her mind that she isn’t willing to share. But this isn’t the case. Of course, no one needs to know that simple fact. Her purple-blue gaze is powerful, and upon looking at someone it is as though she is trying to peer into his or her soul, trying to learn everything that is their being.
Her pale white skin is beautifully adorned with markings of black, brown, and crimson. They run everywhere upon her body, thickest upon her stomach and back and gracefully slithering their way over her shoulders, down her arms, down her legs, mingling upon her wrists and ankles to simply decorate her feet. They travel upon her neck giving her an exotic look, and they are slowly making their way upon her face, slithering up the back of her neck and mingling within her hair, and behind her ears. However, the front of her face is free of markings for the time being. It is the only reason that this powerful Akma-Deiros can hide from the world around her.
In truth, beauty isn’t the only thing upon her skin. Her skin is covered by dirt and over wracked by scars and wounds. Her hair doesn’t shine, and she looks probably as dirty as the streets. Even her body hasn’t passed through her lifetime on the streets untouched. Her frame is wrecked by famine, and every bone within her body protrudes from her skin. She looks nearly sickly… And truth be told, she probably is. Her cloths are simple rags for she is forced to wear three long sleeved turtle necked shirts because all three of them are shredded and ripped only together do they hide her whole body. Her pants are covered with random patches of material and thick leather gloves cover her hands. A dark grey tattered cloak is usually found draped over her shoulders. In simple terms, she covers that she is Akma-Deiros quite well. If only it wasn’t for her eyes. Her eyes are her dead give-away for every now and again a glow taints them. Not a sole and single glow, no… Rather two different coatings cover her eyes. One is silver, and one is pitch black, the colour of onyx.
Never shall she be able to hide… Never should she want to…
History: (To come when I feel like it.)[/color][/color][/font]
Nickname: Ira, or Raza
Race: Akma-Deiros
Gender: Female
Age: 25, Appears merely 16
Occupation: Irazalis, like most Akma-Deiros' these days lives solely on the streets. She doesn't side with the Government nor does she side with the rebels. Instead, her sole and single focus is to live from one day to the next. She never stops moving, and people tend to see her around, knowing her as a cloaked figure that aimlessly roams the streets. But that is how she likes it, being known only as a shadow upon the wall.
Personality: Irazalis is the kind of person that would leave you wondering for days. She appears to have nothing that annoys her, and nothing that causes her to tick whatsoever. She is mainly seen with a gentle smile upon her face, no matter what is happening around her, and from this, people tend to call her optimistic. How wrong could one person actually be? The truth of the matter is that Irazalis doesn’t even know when the proper time to smile is, and so, she merely does it whenever she feels fit. She has learned from her many experiences with humanoids that there are moments where a smile could desperately harm someone, and that is something that she wishes to avoid. However, if she were never to smile at all, people could easily guess at her race, and in the eyes of any Akma-Deiros, that would mean that a certain death was to befall them.
Kind hearted and helpful, she’d give a person the shirt off of her back to help someone that was in a similar situation to her own. That is, if she knew that giving the shirt on her back wouldn’t cause them to all yell in horror and then threaten to burn her at stake. She places everyone before herself and tends to ignore the very fact that she is living a horrible life. Not that there is anything wrong with that in her mind. It is the way that the Akma-Deiros are supposed to live. They were always modest people, and they never really wanted more than they already had.
Actually, Irazalis is as modest as an Akma-Deiros can become, considering the powerful powers that she harvests within her frail little body. She has the capacity to ask the stars anything that she so desires about someone, however, instead, she decides to figure it out first hand, meeting people day to day, and trying to nearly stalk those that interest her. She is always polite, and always partially understanding when someone speaks to her. And she has gained quite the open mind from all of her experiences. Of course, when you are called a monster simply because of your race, an open mind is something that is easily and earnestly desired. Besides, you don’t do to others what you don’t want done with yourself, right? And to add to this, she is insanely truthful. She will tell anyone anything that they ask about her. If they ask it precisely. If they don’t her words are simple mysteries. How fun it is to watch the quizzical expression show upon people’s faces when she speaks. It is one of her rare amusements… Kind of… Well, so to speak.
But there is one dark little secret in this woman’s world. She is a misanthrope. Mainly internally, really. But she despises the humanoids, and everything that surrounds them. At the same time, she is curious, and always willing to spend a day in their shoes. She is quite contradicting to say the least. It is kind of like a bitterness that has grown with the years of hardships. She knows that not everyone is like the humanoids that hunt her down, but if ever you wanted to insult her, the only words one would have to say is: You are so human. It is the biggest insult in her world. Not one that would anger her, but one that would cause annoyance to flicker through her senses. She doesn’t see the point of having so many emotions, or the reasons why they try and murder each other at any other moment. It is… Foolish to say the least.
Yet a deep mystery hovers around this girl, a certain incertitude with life. She walks everywhere with a confidence of knowing that she is simply a shadow upon the floor, never to be seen. She has this sort of luring air that hovers about her. And she tends to be able to read certain people like an open book. It is all a game to her. One that she enjoys playing; well… as enjoying the game as she can enjoy it… if that makes sense. But at the same time, there is sorrow that lurks in her eyes whenever she allows someone to break through her walls bit by bit… It is a sorrow of knowing that someone is going to die, and the burden that she carries because of her race. It is hard to know that you are one of the few Akma-Deiros living… Even harder to know that you are one of the oldest alive… Very few Akma-Deiros’ live past childhood. The world is such a cruel place.
Appearance: Irazalis is a dainty little female. She reaches nearly 5’5” in height, but she is still growing for her legs still appear to be a bit too long for her body. Her skin is the colour of moonlight, soft and gentle. Creating a deep contrast with her ivory skin is her crimson red-brown hair that falls widely down her back in long knotted strands. The hair itself falls only halfway down her back, however, if she were to brush it, and give it a good wash, it would be quite lush. And usually covered by her dark fired hair are amethyst eyes. Her eyes are portray a certain age and wisdom, as though she has seen many things despite her young years. Yet, at the same time, they almost hold a certain innocence, and amusement. Like she holds a secret deep within her mind that she isn’t willing to share. But this isn’t the case. Of course, no one needs to know that simple fact. Her purple-blue gaze is powerful, and upon looking at someone it is as though she is trying to peer into his or her soul, trying to learn everything that is their being.
Her pale white skin is beautifully adorned with markings of black, brown, and crimson. They run everywhere upon her body, thickest upon her stomach and back and gracefully slithering their way over her shoulders, down her arms, down her legs, mingling upon her wrists and ankles to simply decorate her feet. They travel upon her neck giving her an exotic look, and they are slowly making their way upon her face, slithering up the back of her neck and mingling within her hair, and behind her ears. However, the front of her face is free of markings for the time being. It is the only reason that this powerful Akma-Deiros can hide from the world around her.
In truth, beauty isn’t the only thing upon her skin. Her skin is covered by dirt and over wracked by scars and wounds. Her hair doesn’t shine, and she looks probably as dirty as the streets. Even her body hasn’t passed through her lifetime on the streets untouched. Her frame is wrecked by famine, and every bone within her body protrudes from her skin. She looks nearly sickly… And truth be told, she probably is. Her cloths are simple rags for she is forced to wear three long sleeved turtle necked shirts because all three of them are shredded and ripped only together do they hide her whole body. Her pants are covered with random patches of material and thick leather gloves cover her hands. A dark grey tattered cloak is usually found draped over her shoulders. In simple terms, she covers that she is Akma-Deiros quite well. If only it wasn’t for her eyes. Her eyes are her dead give-away for every now and again a glow taints them. Not a sole and single glow, no… Rather two different coatings cover her eyes. One is silver, and one is pitch black, the colour of onyx.
Never shall she be able to hide… Never should she want to…
History: (To come when I feel like it.)[/color][/color][/font]