Post by nim on May 1, 2008 15:37:36 GMT -5
Name:
Nimuta Watsu (Nim)
Age:
24
Gender:
Female
Group:
Flame Dancer
Nation:
Earth Kingdom
Bender?:
No
Physical Appearance:
Nim is a small girl especially for her age. She stands a mere 4 ft. 11 in. and weighs about 115 lbs. She has a small sharp face with a pointed chin and nose. Her lips are small and her check bones are high. Her slanted eyes are a little big for her face, but they are rather plain with dull brown irises. Her hair is overwhelming, dark brown, unruly curls tangle together down to the middle of her back. It is braided more often than not to keep it out of her face, but parts of the braid are shorter than others where forming dreads were cut out. Her skin is a darker tan than most, pronouncing her palms and the bottom of her feet which are highly callused from the years of work and walking. She has a petite build with muscles that are only slight pronounced; her chest is vary small, that of a child almost and her limbs are thin giving her a very scrawny look.
Her skin is lightly freckled especially on her arms and face, the freckles crossing from cheek to cheek over the bridge of her nose get darker in the summer, but they are never very prominent against her tanned skin. A few small white marks scar her bady where she accidentally whipped herself, the scars are all well healed having not lost control of her whip in several years.
Clothing/Armor:
Around the caravan she wears a celadon green top with a loose neck that leaves her shoulders mostly uncovered. The top only goes just below her chest and is decorated with little wooden fake toggles painted and carved like forget-me-not flowers. The sleeves end just above her elbows with thread worn embroidery of forget-me-nots and ivy circling the cuffs and hem. Her skirt is of the same green, the loose hips of the skirt are held up by a thick dark brown belt. The skirt is fairly plain except for flower and ivy embroidery following the two slits up her legs. The skirt itself flows down to her ankles while the walking slits come up to her mid thigh. Under the skirt she wears fern green pants that are also held up with the belt and tied tightly around her ankles. The pants are a little loose and have no decoration. Her feet are covered by soft brown leather sandals with thin leather cords running through the sole and wrapping around her foot and up her leg over her pants, tying mid-calf.
For jewelry she wears a long silver chain necklace with a square pendent hanging from it. The pendent has a circular hole in the middle with a jade marble hung in the center. On her right wrist another necklace is wrapped like a bracelet. The necklace wraps around three times ending with three tiny beads. A thick metal ring is well fitted on her right hand index finger while a similar, but smaller ring fits on her left pinky.
Though these clothes are nice she has a brighter outfit for prefomances. A circle of golden yellow fabric fits nicely arund her chest leaving hre stomach and shoulders bare; the cloth has a thin hem of pine green on the top and bottom. Her bottom is only slightly different from her every day clothes having a split skirt with pants underneath. The side slit covers almost the entirty of the skirt the front and back being held together by the one inch green hem around the top. The base of the skirt is the same golden yellow as the top with the same top and bottom hem. Under this short cream colored pants are tied tightly just under her knees leaving the rest of her leg naked since she forgoes any kind of foot wear when preforming. Lastly she gives up her normal jewlery seeing as they are too loose for conventional purposes, instead a matching set adorns her left wrist, neck and right ankle. The three pieces are merely thin bits of string with three beads, one larger goldenrod one in the middle and two dark green smaller ones to the side.
Weapons:
No, she doesn’t exactly have a weapon, but she does carry a long leather whip and ashort walking cane. The whip, when fully extended reaches about six and a half feet, that extra half a foot is her handle. The handle is a simple metal rod that the whips leather is wrapped around, making a sturdy and an easily gripped handle. The only decoration is a small tattered red flag that protrudes from the butt of the handle; the flag is plain, a simple decoration in itself.
The cane was carved from a fallen oak tree by her father. It is fairly simple, shaved of all its bark with a small leather cord looped through a hole at the top. The cord slips over her wrist so she doesn’t lose the cane.
Neither tool is a weapon, but by the off chance she was attacked she could probably come up with some way to defend herself.
Personality:
Nim is a sweet girl; her personality is very easy going and caring. She has a mild temper making it very hard to anger her; if anything, what you say will hurt her rather than enrage her. She is fairly sensitive, though she tries to keep things from getting to her. Generally she can be found with a big smile on her tiny lips, but when she is upset it is fairly obvious, even to those she doesn’t really know.
She will never pick a fight, nor will she respond if another tried to pick a fight with her (not that many people would want to pick a fight with her). She is a sympathetic person and is always ready and willing to help someone in need. She’s a little too trusting, a trait that comes with not being able to see everything around you, and a bit naive, like a child.
She is a hard worker with good ethic, always on time and always ready. She tries very hard to get things right not wanting to disappoint people, but since all she has to go off of is verbal instruction it generally takes her longer than most to accomplish something.
She isn’t very picky and she doesn’t complain much. She knows people make mistakes and she never berates them for it, in fact most mistakes tend to go unnoticed. She thinks that the more people she is nice to the more people will be nice to her (and in theory isn’t that how it works?). She isn’t terribly persistent when it comes to people, she’ll try to do what she can, but if they tell her to beat it she won’t stick around long afterward; she’s caring, not stupid.
Nim’s hobbies reside mainly around other people, she rarely does much alone. As a young kid she liked playing games with others, though she had trouble with many of the games considering their reliance on sight and though many times she was made 'it' in games like hide-and-seek she didn't hold anything against the other children for hiding out in the open. As she got older she enjoyed dancing and listening to stories more and more. There isn’t too much down time during the day, but at night the livelihood around the caravan is easy to get caught up in and caught up in it she gets.
Background:
Nimuta was born to Sinwa and Shumi Watsu, their only child. Sinwa, her father, was born among the Flame Dancers while his wife, Shumi, married in through him. Sinwa took up his fathers work of goat breeding and milking as he got older.
Nim was born blind, a genetic disease that had troubled her grandmother and her mother. Though she is able to perceive light sources, she can’t see much else and relies far more on her hearing than anything else. Despite her disability she got along fairly well growing up; her parents loved her and she was taken care of just like the other children. She got along well with others and nobody ever really teased her for her disability. She was educated (as far as a blind person can be), and though she never learned to write or read like the other children she paid close attention to other things like trade and culture.
Nim was a fairly slow learner, but she tried hard as to not hold other children back or feel left behind. Though she loved music she had the musical skills of a deaf elephant, though some of the musicians in the group attempted to teacher her things like the sitar or the horn she was terrible and she figured music was best left for those who truly earned to create it. She was taught some other, less sight relying, skills like dishes, but she was still very slow even at this. She was terrible at sewing, she always stabbed herself with the needle, but she found a small interest in weaving which didn’t involve needles, but she still needed someone else to give her the right colors. She mainly stuck to milking since it didn’t involve sharp objects like woodcutting or sewing.
She often participated in the games and fun the kids did, dancing being a natural pastime for most of them having practically learned to walk and dance at the same time. She was rather well behaved, never wondering off or causing much trouble for the adults, her father looked after her in his spare time, but he was hardly over protective nor did her feel he needed to be, it was well known that any child in the caravan was well taken care of no matter who they belonged to.
One of her good friends as a child was Auina, the motherly girl was only two years her elder, but age didn’t really play a part in many of the caravans friendships. She has several other friends among the inhabitants of the caravan, some she grew up with and others that joined after her younger years. She had spent time with the “princes” of the caravan and though she never thought of them as very close she found them a fun pair to hang out with even as she got older.
Century’s ago, Nim’s family on her fathers side, trained in the ways of the whip and it was passed down from father to son until Nim was born and of age, when her father choose to teach her; on her fourteenth birthday her father started instructing her how to use a whip. Starting out she was terrible at it, as one could only expect from a blind girl but, though she wanted to give up, her father pushed her on, encouraging her that she would get better. Nim, after awhile, learned to recognize the sounds the whip made as she twisted and flicked it; the whistle it made and the cracks. It wasn’t long before she was a decent opponent with the whip and for her eighteenth birthday she was given her own whip, handed down to her by her father. Though she found little use for the weapon she loved to practice with it and she found that moving with the whip was almost like dancing. As the years passed she perfected these ideas, she found like women dancing with fans, dancing with a whip was nearly as graceful.
At about age twenty she started performing for the caravan and for towns and soldiers, she didn’t know exactly how she looked, but people applauded so she figured she wasn’t a total train wreck. She father always groomed her before she preformed, making sure her clothes were clean and her hair was done nicely. On occasion some of the girls she knew around the caravan would offer to dress her up, it was mostly for special occasions that they did this, like festival celebrations.
At twenty-four Nim is still single*, but she has often though she would like to settle down with a small family of her own. Though her parents often wish that she would still live in their wagon Nim took up a small tent when she was about twenty-two. The tent is set up near their wagon and occasionally when it gets really cold of wet she will forgo the ground to be with her family, but she generally likes the small feeling of liberation that her tent gives her.
She still helps her father take care of the goats, feeding and milking the, but she leaves the herding up to the men and women who can actually see them.
On moving day she does her best to just stay out of the way along with her mother. Since the two of them aren’t much help, both being blind and all, they general take the day to do some small chores like gather water or small provisions. Once everything is packed and ready she does well to follow her parents wagon, listening for the sound of her fathers or other familiar voices. She general likes to walk, using her cane to keep from tripping over rocks and the like, but every now and then she catches a ride on the back of a wagon.
*Way not uncommon in the caravan it seems
Sample RP:
Nimuta sat at the edge of a campfire, her eyes closed against the fires light. She found it was harder to hear in the light, the change in the oppressive black that covered her vision was still uncomforting. She listen as a man told a story, in an old guttural voice, of a spirit dragon and a past avatar, it was one she had heard before, but she found that stories never seemed to get old. The story had originated in the Fire Nation, a nation Nim was especially interested in. They had such fine culture, though she supposed she only thought so because she had not grown up there, to a Citizen of the Fire Nation she imagined their culture was just every day life. The warmth of the fire died down as the evening progressed and she listened as slowly the members of the circle dispersed into the camp, probably preparing for bed, soon even the storyteller left and she was alone with the dying ambers. A few people had touched her shoulder, announcing that they were heading off and she smiled, bidding them a good night as they left.
Being alone wasn’t so bad for Nim, sure she liked company, but sometimes too many people just made a bombardment of noise that exhausted her mind. The more chit-chat the harder it was for Nim to concentrate on one voice.
“Nim darling, are you coming to bed?” she had heard her father approaching, another set of footsteps coinciding with his own, her mothers she assumed.
“Yes, Papa,” She said standing up and holding her hand out slightly. He came soon enough and held both hers and her mothers hands leading them back to the small wagon that was their home.
Nimuta Watsu (Nim)
Age:
24
Gender:
Female
Group:
Flame Dancer
Nation:
Earth Kingdom
Bender?:
No
Physical Appearance:
Nim is a small girl especially for her age. She stands a mere 4 ft. 11 in. and weighs about 115 lbs. She has a small sharp face with a pointed chin and nose. Her lips are small and her check bones are high. Her slanted eyes are a little big for her face, but they are rather plain with dull brown irises. Her hair is overwhelming, dark brown, unruly curls tangle together down to the middle of her back. It is braided more often than not to keep it out of her face, but parts of the braid are shorter than others where forming dreads were cut out. Her skin is a darker tan than most, pronouncing her palms and the bottom of her feet which are highly callused from the years of work and walking. She has a petite build with muscles that are only slight pronounced; her chest is vary small, that of a child almost and her limbs are thin giving her a very scrawny look.
Her skin is lightly freckled especially on her arms and face, the freckles crossing from cheek to cheek over the bridge of her nose get darker in the summer, but they are never very prominent against her tanned skin. A few small white marks scar her bady where she accidentally whipped herself, the scars are all well healed having not lost control of her whip in several years.
Clothing/Armor:
Around the caravan she wears a celadon green top with a loose neck that leaves her shoulders mostly uncovered. The top only goes just below her chest and is decorated with little wooden fake toggles painted and carved like forget-me-not flowers. The sleeves end just above her elbows with thread worn embroidery of forget-me-nots and ivy circling the cuffs and hem. Her skirt is of the same green, the loose hips of the skirt are held up by a thick dark brown belt. The skirt is fairly plain except for flower and ivy embroidery following the two slits up her legs. The skirt itself flows down to her ankles while the walking slits come up to her mid thigh. Under the skirt she wears fern green pants that are also held up with the belt and tied tightly around her ankles. The pants are a little loose and have no decoration. Her feet are covered by soft brown leather sandals with thin leather cords running through the sole and wrapping around her foot and up her leg over her pants, tying mid-calf.
For jewelry she wears a long silver chain necklace with a square pendent hanging from it. The pendent has a circular hole in the middle with a jade marble hung in the center. On her right wrist another necklace is wrapped like a bracelet. The necklace wraps around three times ending with three tiny beads. A thick metal ring is well fitted on her right hand index finger while a similar, but smaller ring fits on her left pinky.
Though these clothes are nice she has a brighter outfit for prefomances. A circle of golden yellow fabric fits nicely arund her chest leaving hre stomach and shoulders bare; the cloth has a thin hem of pine green on the top and bottom. Her bottom is only slightly different from her every day clothes having a split skirt with pants underneath. The side slit covers almost the entirty of the skirt the front and back being held together by the one inch green hem around the top. The base of the skirt is the same golden yellow as the top with the same top and bottom hem. Under this short cream colored pants are tied tightly just under her knees leaving the rest of her leg naked since she forgoes any kind of foot wear when preforming. Lastly she gives up her normal jewlery seeing as they are too loose for conventional purposes, instead a matching set adorns her left wrist, neck and right ankle. The three pieces are merely thin bits of string with three beads, one larger goldenrod one in the middle and two dark green smaller ones to the side.
Weapons:
No, she doesn’t exactly have a weapon, but she does carry a long leather whip and ashort walking cane. The whip, when fully extended reaches about six and a half feet, that extra half a foot is her handle. The handle is a simple metal rod that the whips leather is wrapped around, making a sturdy and an easily gripped handle. The only decoration is a small tattered red flag that protrudes from the butt of the handle; the flag is plain, a simple decoration in itself.
The cane was carved from a fallen oak tree by her father. It is fairly simple, shaved of all its bark with a small leather cord looped through a hole at the top. The cord slips over her wrist so she doesn’t lose the cane.
Neither tool is a weapon, but by the off chance she was attacked she could probably come up with some way to defend herself.
Personality:
Nim is a sweet girl; her personality is very easy going and caring. She has a mild temper making it very hard to anger her; if anything, what you say will hurt her rather than enrage her. She is fairly sensitive, though she tries to keep things from getting to her. Generally she can be found with a big smile on her tiny lips, but when she is upset it is fairly obvious, even to those she doesn’t really know.
She will never pick a fight, nor will she respond if another tried to pick a fight with her (not that many people would want to pick a fight with her). She is a sympathetic person and is always ready and willing to help someone in need. She’s a little too trusting, a trait that comes with not being able to see everything around you, and a bit naive, like a child.
She is a hard worker with good ethic, always on time and always ready. She tries very hard to get things right not wanting to disappoint people, but since all she has to go off of is verbal instruction it generally takes her longer than most to accomplish something.
She isn’t very picky and she doesn’t complain much. She knows people make mistakes and she never berates them for it, in fact most mistakes tend to go unnoticed. She thinks that the more people she is nice to the more people will be nice to her (and in theory isn’t that how it works?). She isn’t terribly persistent when it comes to people, she’ll try to do what she can, but if they tell her to beat it she won’t stick around long afterward; she’s caring, not stupid.
Nim’s hobbies reside mainly around other people, she rarely does much alone. As a young kid she liked playing games with others, though she had trouble with many of the games considering their reliance on sight and though many times she was made 'it' in games like hide-and-seek she didn't hold anything against the other children for hiding out in the open. As she got older she enjoyed dancing and listening to stories more and more. There isn’t too much down time during the day, but at night the livelihood around the caravan is easy to get caught up in and caught up in it she gets.
Background:
Nimuta was born to Sinwa and Shumi Watsu, their only child. Sinwa, her father, was born among the Flame Dancers while his wife, Shumi, married in through him. Sinwa took up his fathers work of goat breeding and milking as he got older.
Nim was born blind, a genetic disease that had troubled her grandmother and her mother. Though she is able to perceive light sources, she can’t see much else and relies far more on her hearing than anything else. Despite her disability she got along fairly well growing up; her parents loved her and she was taken care of just like the other children. She got along well with others and nobody ever really teased her for her disability. She was educated (as far as a blind person can be), and though she never learned to write or read like the other children she paid close attention to other things like trade and culture.
Nim was a fairly slow learner, but she tried hard as to not hold other children back or feel left behind. Though she loved music she had the musical skills of a deaf elephant, though some of the musicians in the group attempted to teacher her things like the sitar or the horn she was terrible and she figured music was best left for those who truly earned to create it. She was taught some other, less sight relying, skills like dishes, but she was still very slow even at this. She was terrible at sewing, she always stabbed herself with the needle, but she found a small interest in weaving which didn’t involve needles, but she still needed someone else to give her the right colors. She mainly stuck to milking since it didn’t involve sharp objects like woodcutting or sewing.
She often participated in the games and fun the kids did, dancing being a natural pastime for most of them having practically learned to walk and dance at the same time. She was rather well behaved, never wondering off or causing much trouble for the adults, her father looked after her in his spare time, but he was hardly over protective nor did her feel he needed to be, it was well known that any child in the caravan was well taken care of no matter who they belonged to.
One of her good friends as a child was Auina, the motherly girl was only two years her elder, but age didn’t really play a part in many of the caravans friendships. She has several other friends among the inhabitants of the caravan, some she grew up with and others that joined after her younger years. She had spent time with the “princes” of the caravan and though she never thought of them as very close she found them a fun pair to hang out with even as she got older.
Century’s ago, Nim’s family on her fathers side, trained in the ways of the whip and it was passed down from father to son until Nim was born and of age, when her father choose to teach her; on her fourteenth birthday her father started instructing her how to use a whip. Starting out she was terrible at it, as one could only expect from a blind girl but, though she wanted to give up, her father pushed her on, encouraging her that she would get better. Nim, after awhile, learned to recognize the sounds the whip made as she twisted and flicked it; the whistle it made and the cracks. It wasn’t long before she was a decent opponent with the whip and for her eighteenth birthday she was given her own whip, handed down to her by her father. Though she found little use for the weapon she loved to practice with it and she found that moving with the whip was almost like dancing. As the years passed she perfected these ideas, she found like women dancing with fans, dancing with a whip was nearly as graceful.
At about age twenty she started performing for the caravan and for towns and soldiers, she didn’t know exactly how she looked, but people applauded so she figured she wasn’t a total train wreck. She father always groomed her before she preformed, making sure her clothes were clean and her hair was done nicely. On occasion some of the girls she knew around the caravan would offer to dress her up, it was mostly for special occasions that they did this, like festival celebrations.
At twenty-four Nim is still single*, but she has often though she would like to settle down with a small family of her own. Though her parents often wish that she would still live in their wagon Nim took up a small tent when she was about twenty-two. The tent is set up near their wagon and occasionally when it gets really cold of wet she will forgo the ground to be with her family, but she generally likes the small feeling of liberation that her tent gives her.
She still helps her father take care of the goats, feeding and milking the, but she leaves the herding up to the men and women who can actually see them.
On moving day she does her best to just stay out of the way along with her mother. Since the two of them aren’t much help, both being blind and all, they general take the day to do some small chores like gather water or small provisions. Once everything is packed and ready she does well to follow her parents wagon, listening for the sound of her fathers or other familiar voices. She general likes to walk, using her cane to keep from tripping over rocks and the like, but every now and then she catches a ride on the back of a wagon.
*Way not uncommon in the caravan it seems
Sample RP:
Nimuta sat at the edge of a campfire, her eyes closed against the fires light. She found it was harder to hear in the light, the change in the oppressive black that covered her vision was still uncomforting. She listen as a man told a story, in an old guttural voice, of a spirit dragon and a past avatar, it was one she had heard before, but she found that stories never seemed to get old. The story had originated in the Fire Nation, a nation Nim was especially interested in. They had such fine culture, though she supposed she only thought so because she had not grown up there, to a Citizen of the Fire Nation she imagined their culture was just every day life. The warmth of the fire died down as the evening progressed and she listened as slowly the members of the circle dispersed into the camp, probably preparing for bed, soon even the storyteller left and she was alone with the dying ambers. A few people had touched her shoulder, announcing that they were heading off and she smiled, bidding them a good night as they left.
Being alone wasn’t so bad for Nim, sure she liked company, but sometimes too many people just made a bombardment of noise that exhausted her mind. The more chit-chat the harder it was for Nim to concentrate on one voice.
“Nim darling, are you coming to bed?” she had heard her father approaching, another set of footsteps coinciding with his own, her mothers she assumed.
“Yes, Papa,” She said standing up and holding her hand out slightly. He came soon enough and held both hers and her mothers hands leading them back to the small wagon that was their home.
