Post by •Ezhdeha. ° »» on Mar 13, 2009 18:42:57 GMT -5
Name:
Darshana Narkissa
Age:
Was born at 797 BBRW
Race:
Werecat
Appearance:
Darshana, when she has the appearance of a cat, has a long silver and black pelt. Her fur is thick but smooth on the surface. Her body isn’t slender or bulky, just normal for a cat if not too tall and long. Her eyes are a hard jade green, with black pupils that cut through the air. When the cat is around there’s a deep atmosphere in the air whether anyone notices it or not. At first sight she could be startling to some people, but in general she’s not a scary looking cat but just her behaviour and the way she looks at you with her eyes are something indescribable.
While she’s taking the appearance of a humanoid, which is much too rare, she looks like a ghost of someone else. Her long black hair is arranged to fall down her back with locks of hair rapped around in white bands or braided. Her skin is so pale it glisters silver and her face is very soft but worn out with stress marks wrinkling her skin. She would wear pure white clothes, like a corset shirt with a long white skirt. Her hands and wrists would be wrapped with white cloth.
Personality:
Darshana would be the kind of person you’d hesitate greatly before deciding to get to know her. She wouldn’t shrink or refuse any company that is offered to her, but she doesn’t invite herself to any socializing. Although she never shows any emotion there is always some kind of saddening atmosphere that follows her around, like if you notice her enough you could assume she knows so many secrets and has been through such a hard life. It makes her really intimidating to be around, because you don’t know what to think about her other then that she’s ghostly.
She’s not much for small talk, but if you ask her something she will reply even if its vague. Unless she’s very interested in the person or the situation she might speak more about what her opinions are. Even though she would never get involved into a situation or person, unless it interests her too greatly then she’d just follow behind. But beware; she is very sensitive and offended easily. She won’t say anything when she is offended, she’ll just move on without a word and most likely you’ll never see her again, and maybe she’ll spit before she goes. Her words are as sharp as her appearance, and usually what she says is something to consider because she has a very specific way she sees everything and is bold on her opinions.
Her personality is very complex, you never think you know her.
History:
Her tale was always the opposite of a happy fairy tale. Her mother was pregnant with her while living in great poverty before coming to Alagaesia. After a few months of being on a ship her mother dies giving birth to her and Darshana’s first memory was arriving on a ship with King Palancar in the Broddring kingdom. Darshana lived the end of the Golden Age with the humans, and went to live with the elves. It was the time the humans have been developing its country and fighting the elves for its city and lands. At one skirmish Darshana was confused by the humans as an elf and captured to be tortured over and over for information. She escaped when her twin tried to save her with a pack of Elvin warriors, but the elves died trying to save her and afterwards her sister left on a boat to another mysterious country without her. Darshana lived in the wild until she stumbled upon a human town and was attacked by a confused farmer. Out of defence she accidentally killed him and was taken away by soldiers to be tortured again. The whole time she was in the form as a human, so little did the empire know that she was a rare werecat. When they released her, her life has only been a series of depressing events. It was just more murder, blood, torture, secrets, wars, and fights. The last time she’s been publicly noticed was at the downfall of the dragon riders, after that she’s been silently in hiding pretending to be a normal cat.
Roleplaying example:(Can be from another site)
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Darshana Narkissa
Age:
Was born at 797 BBRW
Race:
Werecat
Appearance:
Darshana, when she has the appearance of a cat, has a long silver and black pelt. Her fur is thick but smooth on the surface. Her body isn’t slender or bulky, just normal for a cat if not too tall and long. Her eyes are a hard jade green, with black pupils that cut through the air. When the cat is around there’s a deep atmosphere in the air whether anyone notices it or not. At first sight she could be startling to some people, but in general she’s not a scary looking cat but just her behaviour and the way she looks at you with her eyes are something indescribable.
While she’s taking the appearance of a humanoid, which is much too rare, she looks like a ghost of someone else. Her long black hair is arranged to fall down her back with locks of hair rapped around in white bands or braided. Her skin is so pale it glisters silver and her face is very soft but worn out with stress marks wrinkling her skin. She would wear pure white clothes, like a corset shirt with a long white skirt. Her hands and wrists would be wrapped with white cloth.
Personality:
Darshana would be the kind of person you’d hesitate greatly before deciding to get to know her. She wouldn’t shrink or refuse any company that is offered to her, but she doesn’t invite herself to any socializing. Although she never shows any emotion there is always some kind of saddening atmosphere that follows her around, like if you notice her enough you could assume she knows so many secrets and has been through such a hard life. It makes her really intimidating to be around, because you don’t know what to think about her other then that she’s ghostly.
She’s not much for small talk, but if you ask her something she will reply even if its vague. Unless she’s very interested in the person or the situation she might speak more about what her opinions are. Even though she would never get involved into a situation or person, unless it interests her too greatly then she’d just follow behind. But beware; she is very sensitive and offended easily. She won’t say anything when she is offended, she’ll just move on without a word and most likely you’ll never see her again, and maybe she’ll spit before she goes. Her words are as sharp as her appearance, and usually what she says is something to consider because she has a very specific way she sees everything and is bold on her opinions.
Her personality is very complex, you never think you know her.
History:
Her tale was always the opposite of a happy fairy tale. Her mother was pregnant with her while living in great poverty before coming to Alagaesia. After a few months of being on a ship her mother dies giving birth to her and Darshana’s first memory was arriving on a ship with King Palancar in the Broddring kingdom. Darshana lived the end of the Golden Age with the humans, and went to live with the elves. It was the time the humans have been developing its country and fighting the elves for its city and lands. At one skirmish Darshana was confused by the humans as an elf and captured to be tortured over and over for information. She escaped when her twin tried to save her with a pack of Elvin warriors, but the elves died trying to save her and afterwards her sister left on a boat to another mysterious country without her. Darshana lived in the wild until she stumbled upon a human town and was attacked by a confused farmer. Out of defence she accidentally killed him and was taken away by soldiers to be tortured again. The whole time she was in the form as a human, so little did the empire know that she was a rare werecat. When they released her, her life has only been a series of depressing events. It was just more murder, blood, torture, secrets, wars, and fights. The last time she’s been publicly noticed was at the downfall of the dragon riders, after that she’s been silently in hiding pretending to be a normal cat.
Roleplaying example:(Can be from another site)
The dark mass threw herself fiercely, though casually, down on a metal scrap that had snapped with rustiness after too much use. She unbalanced the piece when she laid her paw pads and grazed the surface of the old metal with her claws. The piece went and slid off from a hidden object it was wedged on, and the mass stepped quickly off of it and onto solid concrete ground. After much use the animal’s usual delicate paws has become used to the hard painfulness of the concrete and didn’t scrape and bleed. With its tired head hunched on its shoulders it gravely moved, its thin coat waving up and down with the pattern of the muscles flexing. The animal moved out of the silhouette of a shadow and into the falling night-light.
The wolf stopped for a moment to blink and get used to the brightness. Its brown eyes opened to see an area of open concrete ground and buildings looming over. A pack of lazy dirty pigeons sat on the ground; none of them gave any notice of the wolf surveying the scene. The wolf moved its lean body through the pack of birds without caring, and only a few pigeons cared enough to take a step over to move out of the way. When one didn’t and remained standing directly in the way, the wolf swung its head down and snapped at the bird unexpectedly. A crow that was perched menacingly on a high building cawed, and a few pigeons jumped up and scrambled out of the place. A limp pigeon dangled from the wolf’s grip, and it just kept strolling down until it crossed the clearing and walked through a gap in a building where it ended up in a cove beside a large gully of dirty water. It sat down and begun snagging the wing and feathers off its catch while its eyes were fixed across the gully.
She took her attention off the other side and turned her eyes towards the stringy stripes of meat from the pigeon. A stream of thin blood lightly rolled down the concrete and found a trail down into the gully. She stiffened, and chewed the last bit of the pigeon. Her paw slapped the carrion and it fell a dozen feet down into the dirty brown water.
The wolf, she called herself Fallu, turned around and came back to the clearing where the pigeons eyed her more cautiously this time. The part of the city had many levels, Fallu had noticed in the past few days, and she'd done her part exploring until she almost knew how to get around, both on top and below ground. Under her very paws were the interlacing tunnels and tubes that trickled with clear water. Fallu licked some frozen water on the ground, the frosty and moist ice chilled her. She slipped over a metal box, what a human would call a garbage box, and lowered her upper body as she prepared to pounce, and grab onto a rod of metal from the structure of the building. Hastily she scrambled to pull herself up onto the rod and into a hole outside the building. It was a little spacious at first, but she had to go down on her hunches to push herself through a hole of collapsed stones until she was in a tall narrow tunnel.
She walked down the tunnel hall with the floor littered with garbage and pebbles and water, until she came to an opening to an entirely empty set of rooms. In the past few days Fallu had set a nest of some rags and sticks to make a bed for herself in the rooms. At the edge of the room, where she was walking to now, was a tall, wide window with smashed glass over looking a different clearing laid with stones and shaping out a hexagon. The hexagon was shadowed with the other tall buildings, but it was wide and spacious with a staircase at one end to rest on. Between two of the tall cluttered buildings was a view of the gully with dirty water. Fallu pulled herself silently on the windowsill.
She'd been hanging around in this area, with high density buildings and tunnels going everywhere and anywhere, until she knew the place so well she almost has a regular routine here. For a while she'd been considering a permanent stay, and maybe even starting a life here. Her fine brown head was raised to the rising sun; a cold wind passed by and found its way blowing about in the room. Her brown coat that lay neatly flat on her body ruffled around freely, and her ears found noises carrying around in the wind. Mice, rats, rodents, birds, foxes, and wolves far in the distance. They were all claiming their place in the world, why not she? Why not she starts her own pack, keeping her as the alphess? Although past her emotional side she has the potential to keep things in order and scare the wolves into listening to her, if not making them loyal enough. She laughed. As ridiculous as it sounded at that moment, she threw her head back and rounded her lips as a rumble from the back of her throat whistled out and faded in the last bites of the night.
When she was done her song she decided she'd place sent markers later and with a yawn she turned around and curled around her makeshift bed.~-----------------------------
