Post by midori on Nov 6, 2005 19:49:20 GMT -5
Name: Midori
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Nation: Earth Kingdom
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Midori is built tall and lanky. Her body is made of many small, slender curves, but she is built very straight up with a tall, confident posture. And although Midori appears mildly thin, she’s very solid. Midori’s arms are long like the rest of her limbs and plated with small, yet firm muscle. Midori’s hands and feet are larger than most (and her toes are rather long as well), and her hands are rather soft, except for a few calloused knuckles.
Midori’s face is full and round. Bright, green eyes light up her face, brightening her already cheery appearance. Her nose is slightly pointed, yet it is of normal proportion, while her mouth is thin, but large and often curled into a grin. Midori’s skin is roughly tanned, meaning there is almost always peeling skin shown somewhere on her body, some of the time accompanied by fresh sunburn. Her skin is a medium tan otherwise, evenly dusted with a deep peach. Midori’s cheeks are very flushed a good portion of the time, filling her face with a rosy hue. This young woman’s hair is black and shaggily cut, much like a boy’s. It is short (only reaching a little past her chin), but it is thick and fluffs out in the humidity of her home. Long bangs often drape down over her face, and Midori often can be seen swiping them to one side.
Clothing/Armor: Midori’s attire is rather simple:
Her shirt is white and ripped at the sleeves, while the bottom is long and drifts down to almost her hips. The neck comes up like a loose turtle neck, with a slit in the middle. The bottom of the shirt is decorated with a small design of green leaves, intertwined with a vine, which would also be at the end of the sleeves, had the shirt been in its original state.
Midori’s pants are black and baggy, and they cut off at the ankle. A green strip of cloth ties around her waist, often hiding under the long shirt, taking the place of a belt, where things can be stored if there is not room in her pockets for them. Her shoes are gray, battered, and dirty. They come up a little past her ankles and posses thick soles, which are handy when walking.
Weapons: Midori is not interested in weapons, instead, loves to use her own strength. She is rather talented in this area having been in a few fights with some rough people in her village. However, she prefers not to get into fights in the first place, if she can help it.
Personality: Midori is a little firecracker; she is always bursting with excited and pleasant energy. Midori is outgoing and curious, therefore she questions everything and anything. This inquisitive urge has gotten her in trouble more times than one and many times puts her in situations she doesn’t wish to be in.
This woman is very open about her self and expresses feelings quite plainly. She is a very loving soul, believing with enough care and smiles anything is possible. She’s comfortable around mostly everyone and can talk to a complete stranger like she’s known them all her life. Midori is not quick to judge and tries to get to know a person before she makes a conclusion on their personality. However, Midori has a tendency to be a bad judge of character (her optimism gets in the way), so she gives people who might not deserve it a second chance.
Midori can be clever about most things but often spaces out and has very ditzy moments. She can also be a loud mouth about things that should be kept private. Midori is also known to be foolishly confident in herself when she should probably be more cautious.
Background: Midori was born into a pretty well-off family, considering the circumstances of the war. Her father, Daiki, a booming yet charming figure, was a businessman and ran a successful store that provided much for their tiny village, while Midori’s mother Keiko assisted with her talents for sewing and other crafts. Together they were grand partners (in both marriage and business) and had a stable foundation for when Midori was born.
As a child, it was already apparent that Midori was energetic and rebellious. She never crawled, but went straight to walking and, very soon after, running. She was well known as a child for dashing around the house and then dashing outside, which was often quite frustrating for her strictly well-presented mother, though her father found her tactics quite amusing. Midori enjoyed playing also, though she found she had more fun running along with the village boys than messing with the few girls her age. Pretty early on she was accepted and known for her bustling, cheerful ways; even as a child she was social, always finding a random villager to talk to or laugh with (even if it was obvious they weren’t listening). Keiko had a few conversations with Midori about talking to strangers, among other things.
However, when Midori was only six, she was roughly exposed to a part of life that was not so blissful. For one day a small troop of Fire Nation soldiers came stomping through her village on a grimly determined search for the long-missing avatar. While the men scattered to protect the village and their families, Midori was rushed to the store’s cellar by her mother and was told to keep quiet. Even the rebellious-little Midori understood that something strange and frightening was happening, so was, for once, more than eager to cling to her mother’s leg. For over an hour Midori’s ears were exposed to the loud crashes, bangs, and shouts associated with a village being destroyed. Luckily, she was not exposed with to an opposing soldier face-to-face, but she did witness the damage done to her town.
The village was severely damaged by the attack (though thankfully not as much as the neighboring village of Tachi Dai), and the family’s store was no different. With a gaping hole in the wall, overturned shelves, and stolen goods galore, Midori’s parents faced a tough time. Being raised during this, Midori came to learn the importance of the love and support a family and village provided, though the experience still hadn’t stopped her from looking on the bright side; she had not seen enough.
Midori continued to live on, and after a year or two after the attack, things in her village returned to normalcy. Midori continued to be a spirited young girl, and, as she became more independent, began getting into a little more trouble. While Midori was more than eager to tag along with the boys of her village, they were hesitant on letting her. Her cheerfulness and nativity was sometimes annoying to the “leaders,” and therefore the boys would attempt to trick her to leave. At first Midori was frustrated with them, but she quickly found it amusing. She would often tease them, which would force them to pay attention, and she would end up playing with them in this way – whether in a race, tree climbing (a sport at which she was quite talented), or simply with laughing and joking. Eventually, because of her similar competitiveness, she was accepted into their group, and her and the boys became quite close friends. Yet, Keiko was hesitant on her being so active with the village boys, and soon was proved to have reason for it. One day, after a quite competitive tree-climbing match, Midori fell, and instead of the usual bumps or bruises, she received a broken arm. Her mother was in tears, fretting over her daughter’s condition, while Midori tried to defend herself, through the pain claiming it was no big deal. After seeing his wife in such a state, however, Daiki told Midori to take a break from such activities, and it was hard for Midori to disobey her steely-eyed father. Her father suggested she help the family by working in the store, and she accepted (if she ever had much of a choice).
Reluctantly then, Midori wandered away from her tight group of friends for awhile and started talking to other people of the village. She grew to have some tighter girl-friends during her teen years and also grew to know a good majority of the older set of people, as they often stopped by her parents’ shop. She became enwrapped with the older ladies’ knowledge of gossip and of the men’s news received from their sons off at war. The elderly enjoyed Midori’s young, pleasant company also, and often engaged in conversations with her while in the store, wising her up while she fetched their eggs and milk. However, Midori's relationship with her mother remained an opposing one, for she never became interested in marriage or becoming a better housewife, like Keiko had hoped. It became quickly apparent that Midori's domestic skills left much to be desired, and she remained to be much of a tomboy, even if her fire seemed tamed somewhat and her values were properly in place.
Soon Midori found herself being led to help these new friends of hers with jobs outside of the store as well – simple things like carrying groceries home, feeding the animals, babysitting, or delivering a message. In fact, Midori volunteered to help them most of the time, for she was eager to put her ceaseless energy to use; however, this didn’t stop the grateful villagers from tipping her, and soon Midori found she was gaining more money with these “odd jobs” than she was with her meager allowance. After word got around of Midori’s developing “business” she was soon asked for frequently, though it became a common trend for people to ask her to send a message to families in neighboring villages. With consent from her trusting father (Keiko was quite reluctant), Midori soon found she was making a weekly habit of sending letters to others in nearby towns, especially the developing Tachi Dai. Rarely did her trips take her more than two days, so there was little danger, as she knew many people on the way as well as those who she delivered to.
Though her mother looks for any excuse to make her stay home and become more of a lady, Midori is still presently delivering messages and could be easily found in a town around Tachi Dai.
Sample RP:
Midori bounced along in through the forest, kicking up the leaves rhythmically. Soon, she was humming along to the sound of crushing leaves and a wide smile spread across her face. But this moment of carefree happiness was short-lived.
Suddenly, Midori heard a crash of leaves and snapping of twigs behind her. She turned violently to the most ugly and vicious looking hog monkey she had ever seen, charging right at her. Before she knew what she was doing, Midori was halfway up a tree. The hog monkey hadn’t lost interest. It ran right up to the tree and started clawing at the trunk, trying to get to her. “Shoo! Shoo! Go away!” Midori ordered weakly. But it continued to whine at her, eyes mad. Sighing, Midori decided that she could use a break.
She took out a crinkled map from her pocket and squinted at it, trying to find her place among the many lines and paths of the Earth Kingdom. Midori spotted it a moment later and stuck her finger on her destination – Kai Lan. She sighed as she tried to calculate her time. This little distraction was keeping her behind schedule. Her eyes wondered to the hog monkey, who now seemed to be a bit worn out and decided to take a nap right in front of her escape route. Perfect. “If I jump on that branch… then step on that one, I can avoid him and...”
Thunk!
Midori’s eyes darted to the hog monkey once again. There was an arrow stuck right in his heart. Midori’s eyes widened in horror as she watched two men approaching her – two Fire Nation soldiers. They glided up to their catch calmly.
“Looks like the group won’t starve tonight after all.” The first one commented, picking up one half of the victim.
“Good thing.” The other one grunted, picking up the other half. “The division will need the energy if we’re going to attack Kai Lan tomorrow.” He smirked. “The Earth scum won’t know what him ‘em.” His partner mumbled in agreement as they made their way back into the forest.
Midori clutched the tree bark for dear life until the crunching of leaves subsided. She then let out all her breath she didn’t realize she was holding, breathing so hard and fast she started coughing. Kai Lan? She hadn’t heard wrong. They were on their way to attack Kai Lan. Midori’s eyes instantly darted to a short cut on her map. She jumped out of the tree and hit the ground running.
If the Fire Nation was on their way to attack Kai Lan, she’d beat them there.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Nation: Earth Kingdom
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Midori is built tall and lanky. Her body is made of many small, slender curves, but she is built very straight up with a tall, confident posture. And although Midori appears mildly thin, she’s very solid. Midori’s arms are long like the rest of her limbs and plated with small, yet firm muscle. Midori’s hands and feet are larger than most (and her toes are rather long as well), and her hands are rather soft, except for a few calloused knuckles.
Midori’s face is full and round. Bright, green eyes light up her face, brightening her already cheery appearance. Her nose is slightly pointed, yet it is of normal proportion, while her mouth is thin, but large and often curled into a grin. Midori’s skin is roughly tanned, meaning there is almost always peeling skin shown somewhere on her body, some of the time accompanied by fresh sunburn. Her skin is a medium tan otherwise, evenly dusted with a deep peach. Midori’s cheeks are very flushed a good portion of the time, filling her face with a rosy hue. This young woman’s hair is black and shaggily cut, much like a boy’s. It is short (only reaching a little past her chin), but it is thick and fluffs out in the humidity of her home. Long bangs often drape down over her face, and Midori often can be seen swiping them to one side.
Clothing/Armor: Midori’s attire is rather simple:
Her shirt is white and ripped at the sleeves, while the bottom is long and drifts down to almost her hips. The neck comes up like a loose turtle neck, with a slit in the middle. The bottom of the shirt is decorated with a small design of green leaves, intertwined with a vine, which would also be at the end of the sleeves, had the shirt been in its original state.
Midori’s pants are black and baggy, and they cut off at the ankle. A green strip of cloth ties around her waist, often hiding under the long shirt, taking the place of a belt, where things can be stored if there is not room in her pockets for them. Her shoes are gray, battered, and dirty. They come up a little past her ankles and posses thick soles, which are handy when walking.
Weapons: Midori is not interested in weapons, instead, loves to use her own strength. She is rather talented in this area having been in a few fights with some rough people in her village. However, she prefers not to get into fights in the first place, if she can help it.
Personality: Midori is a little firecracker; she is always bursting with excited and pleasant energy. Midori is outgoing and curious, therefore she questions everything and anything. This inquisitive urge has gotten her in trouble more times than one and many times puts her in situations she doesn’t wish to be in.
This woman is very open about her self and expresses feelings quite plainly. She is a very loving soul, believing with enough care and smiles anything is possible. She’s comfortable around mostly everyone and can talk to a complete stranger like she’s known them all her life. Midori is not quick to judge and tries to get to know a person before she makes a conclusion on their personality. However, Midori has a tendency to be a bad judge of character (her optimism gets in the way), so she gives people who might not deserve it a second chance.
Midori can be clever about most things but often spaces out and has very ditzy moments. She can also be a loud mouth about things that should be kept private. Midori is also known to be foolishly confident in herself when she should probably be more cautious.
Background: Midori was born into a pretty well-off family, considering the circumstances of the war. Her father, Daiki, a booming yet charming figure, was a businessman and ran a successful store that provided much for their tiny village, while Midori’s mother Keiko assisted with her talents for sewing and other crafts. Together they were grand partners (in both marriage and business) and had a stable foundation for when Midori was born.
As a child, it was already apparent that Midori was energetic and rebellious. She never crawled, but went straight to walking and, very soon after, running. She was well known as a child for dashing around the house and then dashing outside, which was often quite frustrating for her strictly well-presented mother, though her father found her tactics quite amusing. Midori enjoyed playing also, though she found she had more fun running along with the village boys than messing with the few girls her age. Pretty early on she was accepted and known for her bustling, cheerful ways; even as a child she was social, always finding a random villager to talk to or laugh with (even if it was obvious they weren’t listening). Keiko had a few conversations with Midori about talking to strangers, among other things.
However, when Midori was only six, she was roughly exposed to a part of life that was not so blissful. For one day a small troop of Fire Nation soldiers came stomping through her village on a grimly determined search for the long-missing avatar. While the men scattered to protect the village and their families, Midori was rushed to the store’s cellar by her mother and was told to keep quiet. Even the rebellious-little Midori understood that something strange and frightening was happening, so was, for once, more than eager to cling to her mother’s leg. For over an hour Midori’s ears were exposed to the loud crashes, bangs, and shouts associated with a village being destroyed. Luckily, she was not exposed with to an opposing soldier face-to-face, but she did witness the damage done to her town.
The village was severely damaged by the attack (though thankfully not as much as the neighboring village of Tachi Dai), and the family’s store was no different. With a gaping hole in the wall, overturned shelves, and stolen goods galore, Midori’s parents faced a tough time. Being raised during this, Midori came to learn the importance of the love and support a family and village provided, though the experience still hadn’t stopped her from looking on the bright side; she had not seen enough.
Midori continued to live on, and after a year or two after the attack, things in her village returned to normalcy. Midori continued to be a spirited young girl, and, as she became more independent, began getting into a little more trouble. While Midori was more than eager to tag along with the boys of her village, they were hesitant on letting her. Her cheerfulness and nativity was sometimes annoying to the “leaders,” and therefore the boys would attempt to trick her to leave. At first Midori was frustrated with them, but she quickly found it amusing. She would often tease them, which would force them to pay attention, and she would end up playing with them in this way – whether in a race, tree climbing (a sport at which she was quite talented), or simply with laughing and joking. Eventually, because of her similar competitiveness, she was accepted into their group, and her and the boys became quite close friends. Yet, Keiko was hesitant on her being so active with the village boys, and soon was proved to have reason for it. One day, after a quite competitive tree-climbing match, Midori fell, and instead of the usual bumps or bruises, she received a broken arm. Her mother was in tears, fretting over her daughter’s condition, while Midori tried to defend herself, through the pain claiming it was no big deal. After seeing his wife in such a state, however, Daiki told Midori to take a break from such activities, and it was hard for Midori to disobey her steely-eyed father. Her father suggested she help the family by working in the store, and she accepted (if she ever had much of a choice).
Reluctantly then, Midori wandered away from her tight group of friends for awhile and started talking to other people of the village. She grew to have some tighter girl-friends during her teen years and also grew to know a good majority of the older set of people, as they often stopped by her parents’ shop. She became enwrapped with the older ladies’ knowledge of gossip and of the men’s news received from their sons off at war. The elderly enjoyed Midori’s young, pleasant company also, and often engaged in conversations with her while in the store, wising her up while she fetched their eggs and milk. However, Midori's relationship with her mother remained an opposing one, for she never became interested in marriage or becoming a better housewife, like Keiko had hoped. It became quickly apparent that Midori's domestic skills left much to be desired, and she remained to be much of a tomboy, even if her fire seemed tamed somewhat and her values were properly in place.
Soon Midori found herself being led to help these new friends of hers with jobs outside of the store as well – simple things like carrying groceries home, feeding the animals, babysitting, or delivering a message. In fact, Midori volunteered to help them most of the time, for she was eager to put her ceaseless energy to use; however, this didn’t stop the grateful villagers from tipping her, and soon Midori found she was gaining more money with these “odd jobs” than she was with her meager allowance. After word got around of Midori’s developing “business” she was soon asked for frequently, though it became a common trend for people to ask her to send a message to families in neighboring villages. With consent from her trusting father (Keiko was quite reluctant), Midori soon found she was making a weekly habit of sending letters to others in nearby towns, especially the developing Tachi Dai. Rarely did her trips take her more than two days, so there was little danger, as she knew many people on the way as well as those who she delivered to.
Though her mother looks for any excuse to make her stay home and become more of a lady, Midori is still presently delivering messages and could be easily found in a town around Tachi Dai.
Sample RP:
Midori bounced along in through the forest, kicking up the leaves rhythmically. Soon, she was humming along to the sound of crushing leaves and a wide smile spread across her face. But this moment of carefree happiness was short-lived.
Suddenly, Midori heard a crash of leaves and snapping of twigs behind her. She turned violently to the most ugly and vicious looking hog monkey she had ever seen, charging right at her. Before she knew what she was doing, Midori was halfway up a tree. The hog monkey hadn’t lost interest. It ran right up to the tree and started clawing at the trunk, trying to get to her. “Shoo! Shoo! Go away!” Midori ordered weakly. But it continued to whine at her, eyes mad. Sighing, Midori decided that she could use a break.
She took out a crinkled map from her pocket and squinted at it, trying to find her place among the many lines and paths of the Earth Kingdom. Midori spotted it a moment later and stuck her finger on her destination – Kai Lan. She sighed as she tried to calculate her time. This little distraction was keeping her behind schedule. Her eyes wondered to the hog monkey, who now seemed to be a bit worn out and decided to take a nap right in front of her escape route. Perfect. “If I jump on that branch… then step on that one, I can avoid him and...”
Thunk!
Midori’s eyes darted to the hog monkey once again. There was an arrow stuck right in his heart. Midori’s eyes widened in horror as she watched two men approaching her – two Fire Nation soldiers. They glided up to their catch calmly.
“Looks like the group won’t starve tonight after all.” The first one commented, picking up one half of the victim.
“Good thing.” The other one grunted, picking up the other half. “The division will need the energy if we’re going to attack Kai Lan tomorrow.” He smirked. “The Earth scum won’t know what him ‘em.” His partner mumbled in agreement as they made their way back into the forest.
Midori clutched the tree bark for dear life until the crunching of leaves subsided. She then let out all her breath she didn’t realize she was holding, breathing so hard and fast she started coughing. Kai Lan? She hadn’t heard wrong. They were on their way to attack Kai Lan. Midori’s eyes instantly darted to a short cut on her map. She jumped out of the tree and hit the ground running.
If the Fire Nation was on their way to attack Kai Lan, she’d beat them there.