Post by misui on Nov 17, 2007 20:12:11 GMT -5
Name: Misui Sahkyo
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Group: Water tribe citizens
Nation: Water
Bender?: yes
Physical Appearance:
Misui stands at an average height for a woman of the northern water tribes, around five foot five inches tall, her body is edging on thin, covered in caramel colored skin. She has slightly stocky legs while her arms are thin and wiry. Her torso doesn’t have overly feminine curves like some of the more attractive and beautiful women in the tribe.
Being pear shaped she has small shoulders and a modest swell of breasts with wide hips being her most feminine beautiful quality. Her stomach has a bit of weight to it, without muscles taught across her midriff. Instead it’s smooth with a bit of youthful plumpish ness that a more insecure girl may accuse of being fat, but with her age and the temperature in which she lives the extra roundness of her stomach is healthy.
Her face is complimented by full rosy lips and plump cheeks with a narrow well set nose, her eyes are ovaline in shape and have a common iced blue color to them with thick black lashes. Her eyebrows slightly thicker than normal standards of beauty match the deep auburn of her hair.
Unlike some woman in the tribes who keep their tresses to their hips Misui’s only pools the very top of her shoulder blades settling around her shoulders when it is let down though rarely. When it’s set up her bands are parted in two bound with White fabric at each side of her face in front of her ears, sometimes shorter stands frey and fall clumsily about her face. She has loops from behind her ear feeding into a neat bun at the back of her head.
Clothing/Armor:
Misui being from the northern tribes wears several layers of clothing to keep herself warm in her usual ‘out to town’ outfit. The lowest layer is a periwinkle pair of skin tight stockings with a light weight pair of pants, slightyl baggy on her form with the ends generally tucked into her boots.. On her torso she wears a crème colored loose shirt. It’s front is slit down to the middle of her chest then bound together with thread stitched into an ‘x’ pattern.
The sleeves are cut off around her elbows double hemmed to keep it insulated and warm. Over the lowest layer sits a long sleeved tight periwinkle dress that trumpets out once it reaches the hips, with the hems on the hands lined with white fur and a violet tribal design. The skirt of the dress is pleated at the right hip hanging along her ankles, this too is lined with white fur.
The final layer is a parka like dress, colored a faded lilac. The sleeves are thick fabric cut at three quarters length allowing the sleeves of the dress to be seen along her arms. Hems at the bottom of the dress are cut in an inward V with the longest points at the front and back of the parka. Seams connecting the sleeves to the arms have tuffs of white fur decoratively lining the connections between the fabrics. Generally she wears a simple baked clay beaded necklace with various colored beads aligned onto the sleeves, in the center of her parka.
Her boots which are hand-me-downs from her elder sister begin at the ankle with the fur lining spilling out fromt he top of the worn leather shoes. The seems are thick down either side of the boot keeping both the fur lining and the leather in place. On her fingers she tends to wear a thin pair of seal skin gloves to give her a base layer of warmth. Other those deep indigo mittens sit also lined with fur as her hands tend to become chilled very easily.
Weapons:
Being a woman she carries no weapons but a small hunting knife for her trade or emergencies. It’s a little over six inches in length; the handle fits nicely in the palm leaving the blade to jut outward three inches. The blade it’s self was carved from white bone and sharpened to a point along one edge, the other is rather blunt in the same manner a common switch blade’s knife is. Its handle has a small inlet at the end where the crafter lovingly carved the symbol of the moon with blue stone, the only accessory on the otherwise plain knife. It’s use is to mainly cut plants rope or to be a last line of defense in emergency situations.
Personality:
For a woman Misui can be rather assertive, being from a large family she knows that you must speak up to be heard at all. Unlike high classed noble woman she is more than willing to start an argument as long as she had the knowledge to back herself up. In the case where her words may lead her to foolishness she tends to mind herself and remain a silent observer. A stubborn streak supposedly runs in her family although it is much more pronounced in her older headstrong sister, on the other hand Misui can be reasoned with. Given time she is also very forgiving of wrong doings done to her and her family, every action must have a driving reason, if someone stoll from their resteraunt they might have fallen on hard times and were hungrey. She takes the middle ground and tries to fairly judge peoples actions.
Misui understands that there are certain lines that no woman should cross, as independent and strong as they may seem. She’s never before tried to defy her social role in society, water bending for her is strictly a healing art she practices when she must and no more than that. Being helpfull is something that Misui enjoys, if she can do something for someone else she doesn't stop untill it's completed. Sometimes in doing this she neglects herself and overlooks where her own boundries should lie. With her mothers death Misui often took on a motherly role to her younger brother and always put that before herself, taking smaller portions when money was tight or going without so her siblings could have. It's a trait that never quite left her even though the family is on better footing now.
Background:
Misui’s grandparents owned a restaurant in Shai City, Renji, their son often worked there to continue the family business, it wasn’t too long before a shy girl named Hotun was hired to help the growing work load. She was smitten with the young Renji and the two fell madly in love over the passion of cooking in their teenage years. Those who wandered by the shop could often see the two cooking laughing and flirting playfully with one another making the small space have a loving atmosphere.
It wasn’t too long before the couple was married and the families were combined. Hotun and Renji had three children, the oldest being Unpai, a head strong girl with an interest in art, as a child she often drew with charcoal pictures on the wall, aggrivating her poor mother who often had to clean it up. Misui was born second, she was the middle child. Also as it turned out the first bender in the family since Renji's aunt. When she was an infant she'd often giggle and slosh water or milk around in cups set out for it. Usually it ended up with the glass spilling, misui crying and her parent comforting her. Unpai was unable to bend like her sister and it granted her a small jelous streek, she often acted out toward her sister in small ways. When Misui turned five and began taking bending classes Unpai would walk her there either late or an hour early leaving her alone to wait for the classes to start. Misui as a child was rather sensitive crying over anything and everything. Unpai never made it better, often she made it worse. Often picking on her sister for being able to bend and being the youngest, thus getting the most of her parents attention. Still Misui adored and looked up to her sister, ignoring the fact that she was un neededly cruel to the small girl. Her fondest childhood memories were that of helping her mother and father with the dinner orders before running off to play with her friends and attend late night bending classes.
In the Summer of Misui's fifth year her little brother was born, and to the close knitt family, he brought tragedy.
Hotun died in child birth with the son, the baby though survived the hellish night. Renji fell into depression for almost a year having to rely on the assistance of his mothers family to raise his children. After that night the sisters hardly ever fought anymore. What was petty arguements when it felt like someone had pulled the floor out from under their lives. Everything turned upside down, all of a sudden they lived with their aunts for reasons only Unpai understood. Misui on the other hand often questioned why mommy hadn't come back, more often then not her aunt shushed her. For the proceeding year it seemed like a blur to the young girl, bending classes school and chores, it didn't feel like very much fun, Misui had lost all interest in playing with her friends and instead followed her older sister around like a little shadow.
Unpai began to take a motherly role as her sibling grew older and Misui did her best to aid in their families problems. After the year of sepertation their father came to his senses and began to pull the family back together. Renji never re-married but cherished his children as much as life itself. Without them he would have sunk into depression again for sure. It took a bit for the family business to be re-opened but Unpai remembered the family recipes as well as her mother did. Misui had no problem helping out when she had free time.
Thanks to the aid of the children the family business was able to stay open, even as the children got older they had a great sense of unity. By no means were they overly well off, in fact at times it was hard to make ends meat but the closely knit group pulled through alright. There was only a five year difference between Misui and her younger brother. For a short time Misui blamed him for their mothers death but in the end she conceided, he was only a baby. He didn't do anything wrong. Being younger she didn't work in the resteraunt as much, as such she was often her brothers playmate and caretaker.
While Misui went to advanced healing classes the rebellious young boy often lingered around watching the water glow and heal, he often wanted to be able to heal people but in accordance to the rules of the society Renduin attended offensive bending instruction once he was old enough to do so. The children had little spare time and what time they did have it was often together with their father doing this and that, cleaning up the shop or helping to take care of the household duties. Their mother was fondly remembered with a painting in a corner of their small three bedroom house. Unpai who remembered their mother best told stories to Renduin who had never met her. For a time in their youth their father had to work two jobs, one with the resteraunt in the afternoon and the other was working the fish markets in the morning helping the sailors bring in the catch.
In this manner the group grew up together, Misui had become little more than a live in baby sitter until her brother turned eleven. She was often envious of her older sister who Misui considered the second most beautiful person in the world, the first being their mother. Once Unpai turned eighteen she married another water tribes man and they two started a family right away by nineteen she had a set of twins , by twenty she had another baby on the way. Now it was Misui's turn to be envous, she wished to have a family and be in love. Turning nineteen the year the invasions on the north cut her thoughts of family and love short. With the increase number of wounded and the decreased number of soldiers she was settled into a group of healers who's job was to attend the wounded soldiers. Still in the back of her mind she longs for peace and someone to cuddle with through the cold nights.
Sample RP:
The soft crunch of snow underfoot was always one of her favorite things to hear in the morning. The morning was also the time when the sharp intake of cold air stung the most. Pulling the fur of her lined parka around her mouth she headed towards the market with a bag under her arm. The light blue of the day was only just touching the corners of the ever changing sky, this meant a few things to the water tribes girl. Fishermen would be coming in soon with their catches and if she didn’t hurry there was no way she’d get first pick of the goods. Everyone else was preparing the shop for the days business so she couldn’t be late.
The second thing that it translated to her was that it was a new beginning, sure it could be a boring day like the day before and the day before that, moving on forever but there was always a chance. A slim hope that there could be something more. Her eyes closed softly with a soft pink tingeing her cheeks thinking about a tall dark stranger that could bump into her life. Of course she was a hopeless romantic, most unwed women were. Pushing the idle thoughts aside her feet moved her swiftly to the market. Her fantasies could wait, the fish, could not
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Group: Water tribe citizens
Nation: Water
Bender?: yes
Physical Appearance:
Misui stands at an average height for a woman of the northern water tribes, around five foot five inches tall, her body is edging on thin, covered in caramel colored skin. She has slightly stocky legs while her arms are thin and wiry. Her torso doesn’t have overly feminine curves like some of the more attractive and beautiful women in the tribe.
Being pear shaped she has small shoulders and a modest swell of breasts with wide hips being her most feminine beautiful quality. Her stomach has a bit of weight to it, without muscles taught across her midriff. Instead it’s smooth with a bit of youthful plumpish ness that a more insecure girl may accuse of being fat, but with her age and the temperature in which she lives the extra roundness of her stomach is healthy.
Her face is complimented by full rosy lips and plump cheeks with a narrow well set nose, her eyes are ovaline in shape and have a common iced blue color to them with thick black lashes. Her eyebrows slightly thicker than normal standards of beauty match the deep auburn of her hair.
Unlike some woman in the tribes who keep their tresses to their hips Misui’s only pools the very top of her shoulder blades settling around her shoulders when it is let down though rarely. When it’s set up her bands are parted in two bound with White fabric at each side of her face in front of her ears, sometimes shorter stands frey and fall clumsily about her face. She has loops from behind her ear feeding into a neat bun at the back of her head.
Clothing/Armor:
Misui being from the northern tribes wears several layers of clothing to keep herself warm in her usual ‘out to town’ outfit. The lowest layer is a periwinkle pair of skin tight stockings with a light weight pair of pants, slightyl baggy on her form with the ends generally tucked into her boots.. On her torso she wears a crème colored loose shirt. It’s front is slit down to the middle of her chest then bound together with thread stitched into an ‘x’ pattern.
The sleeves are cut off around her elbows double hemmed to keep it insulated and warm. Over the lowest layer sits a long sleeved tight periwinkle dress that trumpets out once it reaches the hips, with the hems on the hands lined with white fur and a violet tribal design. The skirt of the dress is pleated at the right hip hanging along her ankles, this too is lined with white fur.
The final layer is a parka like dress, colored a faded lilac. The sleeves are thick fabric cut at three quarters length allowing the sleeves of the dress to be seen along her arms. Hems at the bottom of the dress are cut in an inward V with the longest points at the front and back of the parka. Seams connecting the sleeves to the arms have tuffs of white fur decoratively lining the connections between the fabrics. Generally she wears a simple baked clay beaded necklace with various colored beads aligned onto the sleeves, in the center of her parka.
Her boots which are hand-me-downs from her elder sister begin at the ankle with the fur lining spilling out fromt he top of the worn leather shoes. The seems are thick down either side of the boot keeping both the fur lining and the leather in place. On her fingers she tends to wear a thin pair of seal skin gloves to give her a base layer of warmth. Other those deep indigo mittens sit also lined with fur as her hands tend to become chilled very easily.
Weapons:
Being a woman she carries no weapons but a small hunting knife for her trade or emergencies. It’s a little over six inches in length; the handle fits nicely in the palm leaving the blade to jut outward three inches. The blade it’s self was carved from white bone and sharpened to a point along one edge, the other is rather blunt in the same manner a common switch blade’s knife is. Its handle has a small inlet at the end where the crafter lovingly carved the symbol of the moon with blue stone, the only accessory on the otherwise plain knife. It’s use is to mainly cut plants rope or to be a last line of defense in emergency situations.
Personality:
For a woman Misui can be rather assertive, being from a large family she knows that you must speak up to be heard at all. Unlike high classed noble woman she is more than willing to start an argument as long as she had the knowledge to back herself up. In the case where her words may lead her to foolishness she tends to mind herself and remain a silent observer. A stubborn streak supposedly runs in her family although it is much more pronounced in her older headstrong sister, on the other hand Misui can be reasoned with. Given time she is also very forgiving of wrong doings done to her and her family, every action must have a driving reason, if someone stoll from their resteraunt they might have fallen on hard times and were hungrey. She takes the middle ground and tries to fairly judge peoples actions.
Misui understands that there are certain lines that no woman should cross, as independent and strong as they may seem. She’s never before tried to defy her social role in society, water bending for her is strictly a healing art she practices when she must and no more than that. Being helpfull is something that Misui enjoys, if she can do something for someone else she doesn't stop untill it's completed. Sometimes in doing this she neglects herself and overlooks where her own boundries should lie. With her mothers death Misui often took on a motherly role to her younger brother and always put that before herself, taking smaller portions when money was tight or going without so her siblings could have. It's a trait that never quite left her even though the family is on better footing now.
Background:
Misui’s grandparents owned a restaurant in Shai City, Renji, their son often worked there to continue the family business, it wasn’t too long before a shy girl named Hotun was hired to help the growing work load. She was smitten with the young Renji and the two fell madly in love over the passion of cooking in their teenage years. Those who wandered by the shop could often see the two cooking laughing and flirting playfully with one another making the small space have a loving atmosphere.
It wasn’t too long before the couple was married and the families were combined. Hotun and Renji had three children, the oldest being Unpai, a head strong girl with an interest in art, as a child she often drew with charcoal pictures on the wall, aggrivating her poor mother who often had to clean it up. Misui was born second, she was the middle child. Also as it turned out the first bender in the family since Renji's aunt. When she was an infant she'd often giggle and slosh water or milk around in cups set out for it. Usually it ended up with the glass spilling, misui crying and her parent comforting her. Unpai was unable to bend like her sister and it granted her a small jelous streek, she often acted out toward her sister in small ways. When Misui turned five and began taking bending classes Unpai would walk her there either late or an hour early leaving her alone to wait for the classes to start. Misui as a child was rather sensitive crying over anything and everything. Unpai never made it better, often she made it worse. Often picking on her sister for being able to bend and being the youngest, thus getting the most of her parents attention. Still Misui adored and looked up to her sister, ignoring the fact that she was un neededly cruel to the small girl. Her fondest childhood memories were that of helping her mother and father with the dinner orders before running off to play with her friends and attend late night bending classes.
In the Summer of Misui's fifth year her little brother was born, and to the close knitt family, he brought tragedy.
Hotun died in child birth with the son, the baby though survived the hellish night. Renji fell into depression for almost a year having to rely on the assistance of his mothers family to raise his children. After that night the sisters hardly ever fought anymore. What was petty arguements when it felt like someone had pulled the floor out from under their lives. Everything turned upside down, all of a sudden they lived with their aunts for reasons only Unpai understood. Misui on the other hand often questioned why mommy hadn't come back, more often then not her aunt shushed her. For the proceeding year it seemed like a blur to the young girl, bending classes school and chores, it didn't feel like very much fun, Misui had lost all interest in playing with her friends and instead followed her older sister around like a little shadow.
Unpai began to take a motherly role as her sibling grew older and Misui did her best to aid in their families problems. After the year of sepertation their father came to his senses and began to pull the family back together. Renji never re-married but cherished his children as much as life itself. Without them he would have sunk into depression again for sure. It took a bit for the family business to be re-opened but Unpai remembered the family recipes as well as her mother did. Misui had no problem helping out when she had free time.
Thanks to the aid of the children the family business was able to stay open, even as the children got older they had a great sense of unity. By no means were they overly well off, in fact at times it was hard to make ends meat but the closely knit group pulled through alright. There was only a five year difference between Misui and her younger brother. For a short time Misui blamed him for their mothers death but in the end she conceided, he was only a baby. He didn't do anything wrong. Being younger she didn't work in the resteraunt as much, as such she was often her brothers playmate and caretaker.
While Misui went to advanced healing classes the rebellious young boy often lingered around watching the water glow and heal, he often wanted to be able to heal people but in accordance to the rules of the society Renduin attended offensive bending instruction once he was old enough to do so. The children had little spare time and what time they did have it was often together with their father doing this and that, cleaning up the shop or helping to take care of the household duties. Their mother was fondly remembered with a painting in a corner of their small three bedroom house. Unpai who remembered their mother best told stories to Renduin who had never met her. For a time in their youth their father had to work two jobs, one with the resteraunt in the afternoon and the other was working the fish markets in the morning helping the sailors bring in the catch.
In this manner the group grew up together, Misui had become little more than a live in baby sitter until her brother turned eleven. She was often envious of her older sister who Misui considered the second most beautiful person in the world, the first being their mother. Once Unpai turned eighteen she married another water tribes man and they two started a family right away by nineteen she had a set of twins , by twenty she had another baby on the way. Now it was Misui's turn to be envous, she wished to have a family and be in love. Turning nineteen the year the invasions on the north cut her thoughts of family and love short. With the increase number of wounded and the decreased number of soldiers she was settled into a group of healers who's job was to attend the wounded soldiers. Still in the back of her mind she longs for peace and someone to cuddle with through the cold nights.
Sample RP:
The soft crunch of snow underfoot was always one of her favorite things to hear in the morning. The morning was also the time when the sharp intake of cold air stung the most. Pulling the fur of her lined parka around her mouth she headed towards the market with a bag under her arm. The light blue of the day was only just touching the corners of the ever changing sky, this meant a few things to the water tribes girl. Fishermen would be coming in soon with their catches and if she didn’t hurry there was no way she’d get first pick of the goods. Everyone else was preparing the shop for the days business so she couldn’t be late.
The second thing that it translated to her was that it was a new beginning, sure it could be a boring day like the day before and the day before that, moving on forever but there was always a chance. A slim hope that there could be something more. Her eyes closed softly with a soft pink tingeing her cheeks thinking about a tall dark stranger that could bump into her life. Of course she was a hopeless romantic, most unwed women were. Pushing the idle thoughts aside her feet moved her swiftly to the market. Her fantasies could wait, the fish, could not