Post by Kairi on Apr 3, 2008 21:11:30 GMT -5
Umoiri
Full/Real Name: Narade Umoiri Cirawen of the Northmen
Looks: Long, flowing black hair. Ice blue/green eyes. Petite. 5''1
Personality: Generally, if you're a stranger to her, she can be very cold. Once she gets to know you more, she opens up. She's very strong willed and doesn't like people getting in her way. Likes to keep her distance from people. She will only open up to people until she's absolutley sure she can trust them.
Likes: Walking, riding her horse Beleg, training with her self-made bows, making her own bows. (they're like the steelbows, except coated in poison, so even if they touch the bow, they will eventually die. She built up an immunity to this poison.)
Dislikes: most people, her origins, running out of food, when people pick fights with her, when people talk about her. Her other 'self'.
History: She was born in the mountains of Mirkwood, in a rather secluded area. Her mother was elvin, and her father was a Man. She grew up there, training with her father. Her mother died from an attack, leaving just her and her father. On a dark night, her father died from poisoning. Her friends and family believe that it was her who killed her father, but no matter her protesting, she was shunned, and was left on her own. She makes it a point not to get close to people, since they seem to die. She usually dyes her hair black so people cannot recognize her as 'Narade of the Northmen'. She travles around with just her and her horse, Beleg, whom was originally her father's horse.
Example RP:
Umoiri, who was sitting next to Legolas, looked over to Aragorn and saw he was on watch. He looked rather... jumpy? anxious? nervous? This somehow put a small sense of accomplishment in her. She smirked.
'But you know this is wrong, Narade...
Don’t call me Narade!
Oh, but you ARE Narade... parading around with your middle name as your first...
Shut up.
What? You don't like your real name? Ashamed of it? Your father named you, too...
Don't talk about father like that!
What now, guilt creeping in? After you killed him?
I- I didn't kill him! It was an accident!
Yeah, that's what you want everybody to believe. You knew those arrows of yours could cause trouble... you just never knew how much trouble...
Get OUT of my HEAD! I never wanted you there in the first place!
Oh, but you DID... *imitates a child crying* 'Please! Please, I need someone! Can someone help me?! I don't know what to do! Help! HELP!' *snickers*
Leave me ALONE! Just... please. Go away...
Umoiri headed off to try and clear her mind from the other mind that possessed her own. She eventually came to a clearing, where a light shone down, and a voice spoke to her. A Keyblade? A keyblade master? What was this all about?
Full/Real Name: Narade Umoiri Cirawen of the Northmen
Looks: Long, flowing black hair. Ice blue/green eyes. Petite. 5''1
Personality: Generally, if you're a stranger to her, she can be very cold. Once she gets to know you more, she opens up. She's very strong willed and doesn't like people getting in her way. Likes to keep her distance from people. She will only open up to people until she's absolutley sure she can trust them.
Likes: Walking, riding her horse Beleg, training with her self-made bows, making her own bows. (they're like the steelbows, except coated in poison, so even if they touch the bow, they will eventually die. She built up an immunity to this poison.)
Dislikes: most people, her origins, running out of food, when people pick fights with her, when people talk about her. Her other 'self'.
History: She was born in the mountains of Mirkwood, in a rather secluded area. Her mother was elvin, and her father was a Man. She grew up there, training with her father. Her mother died from an attack, leaving just her and her father. On a dark night, her father died from poisoning. Her friends and family believe that it was her who killed her father, but no matter her protesting, she was shunned, and was left on her own. She makes it a point not to get close to people, since they seem to die. She usually dyes her hair black so people cannot recognize her as 'Narade of the Northmen'. She travles around with just her and her horse, Beleg, whom was originally her father's horse.
Example RP:
Umoiri, who was sitting next to Legolas, looked over to Aragorn and saw he was on watch. He looked rather... jumpy? anxious? nervous? This somehow put a small sense of accomplishment in her. She smirked.
'But you know this is wrong, Narade...
Don’t call me Narade!
Oh, but you ARE Narade... parading around with your middle name as your first...
Shut up.
What? You don't like your real name? Ashamed of it? Your father named you, too...
Don't talk about father like that!
What now, guilt creeping in? After you killed him?
I- I didn't kill him! It was an accident!
Yeah, that's what you want everybody to believe. You knew those arrows of yours could cause trouble... you just never knew how much trouble...
Get OUT of my HEAD! I never wanted you there in the first place!
Oh, but you DID... *imitates a child crying* 'Please! Please, I need someone! Can someone help me?! I don't know what to do! Help! HELP!' *snickers*
Leave me ALONE! Just... please. Go away...
Umoiri headed off to try and clear her mind from the other mind that possessed her own. She eventually came to a clearing, where a light shone down, and a voice spoke to her. A Keyblade? A keyblade master? What was this all about?
