Post by sayen on Jul 26, 2008 0:13:43 GMT -5
Name:
Sayen (means "sweet, lovely" in Mapuche).
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Female
Group:
Water Tribe Citizen
Nation:
Southern Water Tribe
Bender?:
No
Physical Appearance:
Due to genetic isolation, the Water Tribes, including Sayen, have very similar coloring. Her skin is a muddy dun, her eyes a bright cobalt, and her hair, a chocolate-coffee color. The rest of her is suited for two things: surviving her harsh environment and making babies.
Sayen has the shape of a fertility statue: large breast, buttox and waist. At four foot ten and one-hundred thirty pounds, Sayen carries a lot of distributed meat on her small bones. From her rounded, shapely shoulders to a wide ribcage supporting ample fat, mostly of the feminine variety, her upperbody is smoothly flowing and packed neatly with weight. Her hands are tiny but thick, each finger like small seal sausages. For her lower body, her waist curves into her heart-shaped hips and thick thighs, shapely calves, and dainty but chubby ankles and feet.
Her facial features mirror her body. Her face is ovaline with gently-sloping, round cheeks and a smooth chin. Her cobalt eyes are also ovaline and large, framed in long, thick eyelashes the same chocolate-coffee of her hair and well-set. An expressive forehead with a barely concave brow. Her eyebrows are thick but have a defined, gentle shape. The most obvious features are fairly straight-forwards; she has thick lips of deep carmine on an ever-smiling mouth, a flat, wide nose and large ears laying flat against her head.
Sayen's thick, nearly curly hair is in a fairly simple braid, although compared to the rest of the Tribe's it is a little more ornate. Her hair is divided in three sections; the left and right sections being equal but the center one being the largest. The two outer sections are tightly braided until the back of her head, where they join into one braid the rest of the length down. The center part falls freely underneith the braids.
Clothing/Armor:
Sayen wears traditional Souther Water Tribe clothing for warmth and style. Her main piece is a anorak (parka) dress that goes to her calves with slits on either side to just under her hips. It is power blue in color and trimmed and lined in creamy-white ermine fur. The anorak isn't cumbersomely baggy, but just hugs her skin freely and comfortably. The hood is usually worn down unless the weather is bad or she feels colder than usual. On the breast of the anorak is a simple design of the Water Tribe symbol in midnight blue, but other than that, it is rather plain.
Under her anorak, Sayen wears sealskin leggings and over that, plain maya blue trousers made from reindeer-ox fur. Ivory-colored mittens and mukluks, also made from reindeer-ox fur, round out her wardrobe. On the back of her mittens and the tops of her mukluks, beads of every shade and hue of blue are sewn. Her mittens have a crescent moon shape while her mukluks have running wolves.
Summer or indoor clothes (provided it is warm enough) are simply her leggings with a dress like her anorak and minus the mittens. The dress is a darker shade of the power blue and has a beaded pattern of a crescent moon on her breast. The dress itself is a pull-over, like the anorak, so it does not fold close. At her waist is a medium maya-blue belt of penguin skin only to provide decoration. The dress is the same length as the anorak but does not have the slits on the sides.
Not appart of her appearance, but something she usually carries, Sayen owns an ulu, a traditional woman's knife, for household chores. The blade of an ulu is not a traditional blade; it is a whalebone handle with a blade (also whalebone) that curves in a half-moon shape over the gripping area. It is attatched at the middle of the handle. It's about six inches from tip to tip and three inches wide, and has seen years of use. It is undecorated.
Weapons:
None.
Personality:
Sayen is just determined to see everyone just get along and be happy. She realizes that not everyone can or will change, but she does her best to make love, not war. She will stand up for her beliefs, and aren't afraid to share them.
Upbeat and happy, Sayen tries to be positive but also realistic. She's pretty calm, neither hyper nor nervous, and she sees no point in worrying. She speaks with confidence and a positive attitude. With all the devistation and depression in her tribe, all the fear of raids, she's learned that things can always be worse, and alwas be endured. That's not to say she's not afraid sometimes, or worries, but when things are removed from her, i.e. not in immediate danger, she does not believe in stressing herself.
She is easily amused and can find the smallest thing exciting, like a walk or a small token. She is vibrant and simple, finding the good in life and people. She is appretiative and gracious of kindness and nature. It would take a strong action to get her outwardly upset; when she does get angry or annoyed, usually from cruelty or just general unkindness, she will keep it inside, unless it was affecting another person. That would get her upset, and although it may not come to a confontation to the person in question, she may try to comfort and help the victim. She avoids violence unless nessecerey, like survival -- with food or an attacker -- but she has no real experience with hunting or fighting.
She's patient with people and tries to care for those in need, and she has a gentle hand for animals. She does all she can to help other families with their husbands or fathers gone and will often do chores for the elderly. Sayen is friendly to strangers, provided they aren't cruel or related to the Fire Nation, although she has varying opinions of them from their first impressions. She enjoys the company of children and when not busy will play games with them. When the men are back from the war and she is married she plans to have plenty of her own.
She can be a hopeless romantic and loves to hear how her parents got hitched, or any other romantic tale. A bit of a daydreamer, she can entertain herself with her own romantic or adventurous stories, but she's certainly not quiet or shy if there's someone to talk to. Although she's never had a formal education, she's learned enough to read, write and do basic math, but other than domestic and survival skills, her education is left wanting. She is not unintelligent, but her critical thinking skills aren't aways the best, nor does she give a lot of thought before speaking. Instead, she tends to speak her mind even though it's usually not negative or rebelliously.
Her family (and subsequencly, the family she will have when she is married) means more to her than anything. She would do anything to make them happy and keep them safe, and since her father left, she has been the glue keeping them together. She is the pillar of the family, helping her mother and watching over her little brother. This also extends to the village, which whom she sees as an extention of her family. She desires to get married, but only if the right kind of guy came around; she certainly won't compromise her happiness for a man she does not care for, if not love.
Background:
When Rayen of the Southern Water Tribe was sixteen, she married Wayra of the Southern Water Tribe who was four years her senior. Almost immediately after the wedding, Rayen became pregnant with their first child, who was born a rotund, almost spherical, girl. They named her Sayen after her mother.
From birth Sayen was happy. She giggled and smiled all day long except when wet, tired, hungry or hurt. A vivacious child, Sayen learned all her "first" -- crawling, sitting, walking -- with a curious smile, and it didn't stop going out of toddler phase and into young child phase. Not even the birth of her younger brother when she was five dampened her spirits. Indeed, she felt more compelled to help her mother take care of him than feel jealous. As Tiriaq grew he tried to instigate a sibling rivalry; at first, Sayen fell for it but with some guidance from her parents she fought it. It quickly dissapeared though it would flair up again every once in a while, especially around their father, Wayra, whom Tiriaq adored.
Childhood was normal for Sayen. She played with the other kids making elaborate snowforts and having mock battles with and without snowballs. She learned how to clean and cook and other domestic things from her mother and the other village women. She looked after her little brother and helped her father clean the meat that he brought home. A village elder taught her basic medicine and healing and when she was nine brought her on her first midwiving, in which she emerged from the birthing hut with joyful tears in her eyes.
At age ten she was thrust into womanhood very suddenly. Her body changed, her monthly courses came, and her hormones took on a whole new level. She struggled with her emtions during her teenage years, finding it hard to control her sadness dispite her naturally chipper attatude. As her teen years waned, though, she retaught herself how to be happy, which was a struggle all on its own. A teenage girl was not likely to have complete control over herself for many years, and she will still fight it at times.
When she was about fifteen, Rayen decided that it was time for Sayen to be engaged and married. Both Wayra and Rayen agreed that Sayen could have her choice as long as she chose before too long. Rayen, however, was more anxious for Sayen to choose someone quickly because of the way Wayra talked of the menfolk leaving to fight the Fire Nation. Sayen tried and tried but she found no one she liked who wasn't spoken for or interested back. It became to late after all, for when she was sixteen the men departed and she was left husbandless.
Wayra had left with the other warriors and Tiriaq, now eleven, was devistated. Coupled with raging prepubescent hormones this newfound feeling of abandonment caused him to start acting out. His mood was constantly dour, and he bullied the other kids, picked fights and played cruel jokes on the village. Sayen was torn between protecting other people and helping her brother get a hold of himself, and it proved difficult.
The last two years the little family of three settled into a new lifestyle. Rayen became the head of the family and did most of the domestic work with the help of Sayen, Tiriaq helped the village fishermen, and Sayen lent a hand to the village, especially the elderly and the children. But Sayen felt that something was missing. Rayen rarely smiled and Tiriaq was always very angry.
So an idea came to Sayen. She offered to do some chores for an elder who raised polar leopard for companions and hunting, and in return she could pick a cub from the next litter. When one was whelped, she picked a female cub with creamy fur and eight weeks later she took her home to surprise her family. Both Tiriaq and Rayen were delighted with the little cub. They made her a little den of furs in the back of the hut where she slept, and everyone doted on her.
They named her Citlali; the cub attatched herself to Sayen and followed her around the hut. At three months Sayen took Citlali outside for the first time. The cub was a little afraid at first but when she saw how much attention she got her fear abaited. In fact, she liked to be outside more than inside. Sayen knew it was instinctual, so it didn't bother her, and often accompanied her on her escapades when she had time.
Sample RP:
Sunshine lit up the frozen tundra, the snow dazzling like diamonds in its rays. It was fairly warm for the South Pole, warm enough to play in the snow without fear of frostbite. A polar leopard she-cub pounced amoung the swells, making deep holes in the otherwise virgin snow. Behind her, a tiny woman followed, laughing at her pet.
"Citlali! Citlali! You're so silly," she called, and the cream-colored polar leopard looked back at her master with innocent crystal-blue eyes. Sayen caught up to her naughty friend and wagged an amused finger at her. "You'll track mud into the hut again, Citlali. Be a good girl!"
The polar leopard purred and sprang up to rub against Sayen's legs. Sayen just giggled, not really angry at Citlali, and bent to pet her. Her fur was warm even through Sayen's mitten and she knew it was thick and fluffy.
"Sayen!" a voice whipped across the landscape. To the south her younger brother, Tiriaq, waved at her. "Sister! Mom said to help her with dinner!"
"Coming!" she called back. "Ready to go?" she asked Citlali, and Citlali started to bound off home. Tiriaq had said the magic word, after all: dinner. Taking a deep breath, Sayen ran after her compainion, a grin splashed across her lips. When they caught up to Tiriaq, who was rolling his eyes, Sayen ruffled his hair.
"Stop!" he shouted, but Sayen shrugged. Tiriaq looked around darkly while his sister did the opposite. She began to skip along side Tiriaq, who grew annoyed.
"Sayen, stop! You're such a dork!" he snapped.
"Oh, come on, Tiriaq, lighten up! It's a beautiful day and it's so peaceful. Things are going good for us."
Tiriaq scoffed, unbelieving. Sayen sighed; Tiriaq could be a difficult little brother, but she still loved him. If only there was a way to get him to stop being so depressing all the time. It really worried Sayen sometimes, but Rayen told her that it was just the way little boys were some times. Sayen didn't understand, but Rayen told her to be patient and support him when he needed it. That Sayen could do.
Pet
Name: Citlali
Sex: Female
Speices: Polar Leopard
Age: Eight months
Description: A polar leopard is a feline similar to its cousin the (regular) leopard, with some differences. Their pelts are snowy white with lightened rosettes sprinkling them. With a sleek, muscular body, an adult polar leopard is about six and a half feet from nose to tip of the tail (with the tail being just under half of the length) and three feet from paw to withers. Wide, webbed paws flatten out when supporting weight and act like snowshoes. At eight months, Citlali is filling out into her adult body more. She won't be full grown until she's a year and a half, but for now she looks like a smaller version of an adult polar leopard. She comes up to just about Sayen's knees and is putting on a little bulk and muscle. She has a long tail, slightly bushy at the tip, and big rounded ears that still look infantile. Her fur is creamy white with russet-colored rossette spots sprinkling her body. Eyes are intelligent and crystal silver-blue.
Personality: Citlali is like her master: playful and happy. She is always looking for a playmate and though she can play a bit rough, she keeps her claws sheathed and her teeth gentled. She loves to run around the tundra, though never straying too far from Sayen. Her favorite foods are fish and seal, and the occational raw lichen. She can be very cuddly when sleepy and provides good body heat for the family.
Sayen (means "sweet, lovely" in Mapuche).
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Female
Group:
Water Tribe Citizen
Nation:
Southern Water Tribe
Bender?:
No
Physical Appearance:
Due to genetic isolation, the Water Tribes, including Sayen, have very similar coloring. Her skin is a muddy dun, her eyes a bright cobalt, and her hair, a chocolate-coffee color. The rest of her is suited for two things: surviving her harsh environment and making babies.
Sayen has the shape of a fertility statue: large breast, buttox and waist. At four foot ten and one-hundred thirty pounds, Sayen carries a lot of distributed meat on her small bones. From her rounded, shapely shoulders to a wide ribcage supporting ample fat, mostly of the feminine variety, her upperbody is smoothly flowing and packed neatly with weight. Her hands are tiny but thick, each finger like small seal sausages. For her lower body, her waist curves into her heart-shaped hips and thick thighs, shapely calves, and dainty but chubby ankles and feet.
Her facial features mirror her body. Her face is ovaline with gently-sloping, round cheeks and a smooth chin. Her cobalt eyes are also ovaline and large, framed in long, thick eyelashes the same chocolate-coffee of her hair and well-set. An expressive forehead with a barely concave brow. Her eyebrows are thick but have a defined, gentle shape. The most obvious features are fairly straight-forwards; she has thick lips of deep carmine on an ever-smiling mouth, a flat, wide nose and large ears laying flat against her head.
Sayen's thick, nearly curly hair is in a fairly simple braid, although compared to the rest of the Tribe's it is a little more ornate. Her hair is divided in three sections; the left and right sections being equal but the center one being the largest. The two outer sections are tightly braided until the back of her head, where they join into one braid the rest of the length down. The center part falls freely underneith the braids.
Clothing/Armor:
Sayen wears traditional Souther Water Tribe clothing for warmth and style. Her main piece is a anorak (parka) dress that goes to her calves with slits on either side to just under her hips. It is power blue in color and trimmed and lined in creamy-white ermine fur. The anorak isn't cumbersomely baggy, but just hugs her skin freely and comfortably. The hood is usually worn down unless the weather is bad or she feels colder than usual. On the breast of the anorak is a simple design of the Water Tribe symbol in midnight blue, but other than that, it is rather plain.
Under her anorak, Sayen wears sealskin leggings and over that, plain maya blue trousers made from reindeer-ox fur. Ivory-colored mittens and mukluks, also made from reindeer-ox fur, round out her wardrobe. On the back of her mittens and the tops of her mukluks, beads of every shade and hue of blue are sewn. Her mittens have a crescent moon shape while her mukluks have running wolves.
Summer or indoor clothes (provided it is warm enough) are simply her leggings with a dress like her anorak and minus the mittens. The dress is a darker shade of the power blue and has a beaded pattern of a crescent moon on her breast. The dress itself is a pull-over, like the anorak, so it does not fold close. At her waist is a medium maya-blue belt of penguin skin only to provide decoration. The dress is the same length as the anorak but does not have the slits on the sides.
Not appart of her appearance, but something she usually carries, Sayen owns an ulu, a traditional woman's knife, for household chores. The blade of an ulu is not a traditional blade; it is a whalebone handle with a blade (also whalebone) that curves in a half-moon shape over the gripping area. It is attatched at the middle of the handle. It's about six inches from tip to tip and three inches wide, and has seen years of use. It is undecorated.
Weapons:
None.
Personality:
Sayen is just determined to see everyone just get along and be happy. She realizes that not everyone can or will change, but she does her best to make love, not war. She will stand up for her beliefs, and aren't afraid to share them.
Upbeat and happy, Sayen tries to be positive but also realistic. She's pretty calm, neither hyper nor nervous, and she sees no point in worrying. She speaks with confidence and a positive attitude. With all the devistation and depression in her tribe, all the fear of raids, she's learned that things can always be worse, and alwas be endured. That's not to say she's not afraid sometimes, or worries, but when things are removed from her, i.e. not in immediate danger, she does not believe in stressing herself.
She is easily amused and can find the smallest thing exciting, like a walk or a small token. She is vibrant and simple, finding the good in life and people. She is appretiative and gracious of kindness and nature. It would take a strong action to get her outwardly upset; when she does get angry or annoyed, usually from cruelty or just general unkindness, she will keep it inside, unless it was affecting another person. That would get her upset, and although it may not come to a confontation to the person in question, she may try to comfort and help the victim. She avoids violence unless nessecerey, like survival -- with food or an attacker -- but she has no real experience with hunting or fighting.
She's patient with people and tries to care for those in need, and she has a gentle hand for animals. She does all she can to help other families with their husbands or fathers gone and will often do chores for the elderly. Sayen is friendly to strangers, provided they aren't cruel or related to the Fire Nation, although she has varying opinions of them from their first impressions. She enjoys the company of children and when not busy will play games with them. When the men are back from the war and she is married she plans to have plenty of her own.
She can be a hopeless romantic and loves to hear how her parents got hitched, or any other romantic tale. A bit of a daydreamer, she can entertain herself with her own romantic or adventurous stories, but she's certainly not quiet or shy if there's someone to talk to. Although she's never had a formal education, she's learned enough to read, write and do basic math, but other than domestic and survival skills, her education is left wanting. She is not unintelligent, but her critical thinking skills aren't aways the best, nor does she give a lot of thought before speaking. Instead, she tends to speak her mind even though it's usually not negative or rebelliously.
Her family (and subsequencly, the family she will have when she is married) means more to her than anything. She would do anything to make them happy and keep them safe, and since her father left, she has been the glue keeping them together. She is the pillar of the family, helping her mother and watching over her little brother. This also extends to the village, which whom she sees as an extention of her family. She desires to get married, but only if the right kind of guy came around; she certainly won't compromise her happiness for a man she does not care for, if not love.
Background:
When Rayen of the Southern Water Tribe was sixteen, she married Wayra of the Southern Water Tribe who was four years her senior. Almost immediately after the wedding, Rayen became pregnant with their first child, who was born a rotund, almost spherical, girl. They named her Sayen after her mother.
From birth Sayen was happy. She giggled and smiled all day long except when wet, tired, hungry or hurt. A vivacious child, Sayen learned all her "first" -- crawling, sitting, walking -- with a curious smile, and it didn't stop going out of toddler phase and into young child phase. Not even the birth of her younger brother when she was five dampened her spirits. Indeed, she felt more compelled to help her mother take care of him than feel jealous. As Tiriaq grew he tried to instigate a sibling rivalry; at first, Sayen fell for it but with some guidance from her parents she fought it. It quickly dissapeared though it would flair up again every once in a while, especially around their father, Wayra, whom Tiriaq adored.
Childhood was normal for Sayen. She played with the other kids making elaborate snowforts and having mock battles with and without snowballs. She learned how to clean and cook and other domestic things from her mother and the other village women. She looked after her little brother and helped her father clean the meat that he brought home. A village elder taught her basic medicine and healing and when she was nine brought her on her first midwiving, in which she emerged from the birthing hut with joyful tears in her eyes.
At age ten she was thrust into womanhood very suddenly. Her body changed, her monthly courses came, and her hormones took on a whole new level. She struggled with her emtions during her teenage years, finding it hard to control her sadness dispite her naturally chipper attatude. As her teen years waned, though, she retaught herself how to be happy, which was a struggle all on its own. A teenage girl was not likely to have complete control over herself for many years, and she will still fight it at times.
When she was about fifteen, Rayen decided that it was time for Sayen to be engaged and married. Both Wayra and Rayen agreed that Sayen could have her choice as long as she chose before too long. Rayen, however, was more anxious for Sayen to choose someone quickly because of the way Wayra talked of the menfolk leaving to fight the Fire Nation. Sayen tried and tried but she found no one she liked who wasn't spoken for or interested back. It became to late after all, for when she was sixteen the men departed and she was left husbandless.
Wayra had left with the other warriors and Tiriaq, now eleven, was devistated. Coupled with raging prepubescent hormones this newfound feeling of abandonment caused him to start acting out. His mood was constantly dour, and he bullied the other kids, picked fights and played cruel jokes on the village. Sayen was torn between protecting other people and helping her brother get a hold of himself, and it proved difficult.
The last two years the little family of three settled into a new lifestyle. Rayen became the head of the family and did most of the domestic work with the help of Sayen, Tiriaq helped the village fishermen, and Sayen lent a hand to the village, especially the elderly and the children. But Sayen felt that something was missing. Rayen rarely smiled and Tiriaq was always very angry.
So an idea came to Sayen. She offered to do some chores for an elder who raised polar leopard for companions and hunting, and in return she could pick a cub from the next litter. When one was whelped, she picked a female cub with creamy fur and eight weeks later she took her home to surprise her family. Both Tiriaq and Rayen were delighted with the little cub. They made her a little den of furs in the back of the hut where she slept, and everyone doted on her.
They named her Citlali; the cub attatched herself to Sayen and followed her around the hut. At three months Sayen took Citlali outside for the first time. The cub was a little afraid at first but when she saw how much attention she got her fear abaited. In fact, she liked to be outside more than inside. Sayen knew it was instinctual, so it didn't bother her, and often accompanied her on her escapades when she had time.
Sample RP:
Sunshine lit up the frozen tundra, the snow dazzling like diamonds in its rays. It was fairly warm for the South Pole, warm enough to play in the snow without fear of frostbite. A polar leopard she-cub pounced amoung the swells, making deep holes in the otherwise virgin snow. Behind her, a tiny woman followed, laughing at her pet.
"Citlali! Citlali! You're so silly," she called, and the cream-colored polar leopard looked back at her master with innocent crystal-blue eyes. Sayen caught up to her naughty friend and wagged an amused finger at her. "You'll track mud into the hut again, Citlali. Be a good girl!"
The polar leopard purred and sprang up to rub against Sayen's legs. Sayen just giggled, not really angry at Citlali, and bent to pet her. Her fur was warm even through Sayen's mitten and she knew it was thick and fluffy.
"Sayen!" a voice whipped across the landscape. To the south her younger brother, Tiriaq, waved at her. "Sister! Mom said to help her with dinner!"
"Coming!" she called back. "Ready to go?" she asked Citlali, and Citlali started to bound off home. Tiriaq had said the magic word, after all: dinner. Taking a deep breath, Sayen ran after her compainion, a grin splashed across her lips. When they caught up to Tiriaq, who was rolling his eyes, Sayen ruffled his hair.
"Stop!" he shouted, but Sayen shrugged. Tiriaq looked around darkly while his sister did the opposite. She began to skip along side Tiriaq, who grew annoyed.
"Sayen, stop! You're such a dork!" he snapped.
"Oh, come on, Tiriaq, lighten up! It's a beautiful day and it's so peaceful. Things are going good for us."
Tiriaq scoffed, unbelieving. Sayen sighed; Tiriaq could be a difficult little brother, but she still loved him. If only there was a way to get him to stop being so depressing all the time. It really worried Sayen sometimes, but Rayen told her that it was just the way little boys were some times. Sayen didn't understand, but Rayen told her to be patient and support him when he needed it. That Sayen could do.
Pet
Name: Citlali
Sex: Female
Speices: Polar Leopard
Age: Eight months
Description: A polar leopard is a feline similar to its cousin the (regular) leopard, with some differences. Their pelts are snowy white with lightened rosettes sprinkling them. With a sleek, muscular body, an adult polar leopard is about six and a half feet from nose to tip of the tail (with the tail being just under half of the length) and three feet from paw to withers. Wide, webbed paws flatten out when supporting weight and act like snowshoes. At eight months, Citlali is filling out into her adult body more. She won't be full grown until she's a year and a half, but for now she looks like a smaller version of an adult polar leopard. She comes up to just about Sayen's knees and is putting on a little bulk and muscle. She has a long tail, slightly bushy at the tip, and big rounded ears that still look infantile. Her fur is creamy white with russet-colored rossette spots sprinkling her body. Eyes are intelligent and crystal silver-blue.
Personality: Citlali is like her master: playful and happy. She is always looking for a playmate and though she can play a bit rough, she keeps her claws sheathed and her teeth gentled. She loves to run around the tundra, though never straying too far from Sayen. Her favorite foods are fish and seal, and the occational raw lichen. She can be very cuddly when sleepy and provides good body heat for the family.