Post by Teiú on Dec 28, 2007 12:45:47 GMT -5
EDIT: Nothing was changed, just the color of the Mist, turning it easier to be read.
First of all I would just like to apologize if anyone gets personally offended by this work. Im not trying to being preconceived and/or mean, it is that this is just a joke. Again, I apologize to anyone that may be offended by this MsT (including the owner of this profile). Hope you enjoy your reading.
Name:[/u] Miiri NiFong (I win default points for it being *his name here* profile isn’t? Since *his name here* Kusabana cant be MSTed then lets go with Miiri)[/color]
Age:[/u] 16
Gender:[/u] Female
Group:[/u] Earth Kingdom Soldier? (there is a research that say that the best type of warrior are small’n’slim sixteen years girls. Sure, does make sense, lets put our kids to fight in the front lines)
Nation:[/u] Earth Kingdom
Bender?:[/u] No
Physical Appearance:[/u]
Soft, dark auburn hair falls to her shoulders, framing a delicate face with small features and and nigh flawless(she has a one mole, isn't it obvious? …sorry, it isn’t.), light tan complexion. Olivine, almond eyes sparkle (she is a firebender now?) with either laughter or scorn almost constantly, and Miiri’s lips are full, but not large. Her neck is slim but not extraordinarily long (it is just abnormally long, not extraordinary long) , and sits atop slim shoulders. Attached to either of these are long, compactly muscular arms. Miiri’s legs are similarly shaped, only slightly thicker. Her figure is slim and not particularly well endowed, but would certainly be considered pretty (Slim head and body with slim shoulders that sustain long and tough masculine muscular arms? Im sorry, just guess it isn’t my type of woman) . Smooth on the top but callused on the bottom, her feet are made for walking (I sure would like to see a feet not made for walking) , and that's probably what they'll do (sometimes they refuse to, however) . Or running. Finally, her hands and feet are small and long digited, with dirty but not ragged nails, because she takes care of hygiene (dirty, stinking, black nails. But not ragged since she takes care of hygiene) [/b].
Clothing/Armor:[/u]
Miiri wears a ruqun (It must be hard to fight with a raccoon attached to you) --a two piece dress-like robe with 3/4 length (3/4 of what? meters, yards, miles…?) , narrow sleeves, a straight bottom to the leg piece, and waist-tied sash--with a forest green top, fern-colored bottom, and sandstone(color, not the rock…) (the girl have an ecosystem in her dress) sash and collar, slightly too small for her. Her feet are in rough and well used leather calf-high boots. She wears a small, olive colored ribbon necklace with a small, spherical, green cat’s-eye (eww…) chrysoberyl inset (Ewww… what deviousness is this?) in a circular pendant, but other than that she has no ornamentation (Thanks god)[/b].
Weapons:[/u] A sturdy, unornamented tessen (“right” her parents thought, “why not give a sharp and dangerous head-chopping weapon to our pre-adolescent child?”), or war fan ,or a wannabe Suki[/b].
Personality:[/u]
Intelligent and quick witted, she always has a snappy comeback for practically anyone—which is obviously to defend some sort of inner self-doubt of unproclaimed description (aWHAT now?)[/b]. Strong belief in feminine superiority causes her opinion of men to be tempestuous at best, down right scornful more often than not. Fiercely independent, she hates ever being told what to do (Like a soldier needs to be, full of insubordination and disrespect). Miiri somehow still manages, however, to use her looks to her advantage in getting exactly what she wants out of those of the masculine persuasion (she shows her strong and muscular arms to men and invite then to arm fights), willing to forfeit any sort of “tough girl” image for the sake of personal gain. Despite all this, she does have a soft spot for children (but only when they are asleep… If by any chance they ask something and it looks like an order to Miiri she will chop their head off with her Tessen). And, naturally, she has a turn of righteous fury, always fighting for what she believes in. Until she starts to loose passion... Like, she will discuss to the death till she tires and chops the head of someone off with her Tessen to end the chat
Background:[/u]
Born in a small village in the Earth Kingdom, she lived the first fourteen years of her life in relative happiness with her father and mother, a pair of none-to-wealthy merchants. She resented the standard order of things and convinced her parents--with that irksome stubbornness that characterizes her--to let her learn to use the tessen(which she read about in a romance novel about a girl who stopped an invasion using them) (she just hadn’t told her parents that the “girl” were in fact a full made woman… oh, and the Avatar too), under the "I need to know how to defend myself using a weapon that can chop the heads of persons" excuse. Actually she wanted to join the army--unfortunately for her that wasn't really an option. She resolved to try anyways, like the stubborn feminist she was.
She just so happened to be born at a time when her small village did not have any children around her age, so she spent her spare time hanging about soldiers and such, whom she admired for their loyalty and strength. Miiri resolved to be like them, no matter what she ended up doing once she had matured, even though they tended to ignore her except when they needed someone to run an errand for them--which she did willingly enough (Wasn’t she the kind of person who hated to receive orders?).
Her father and mother both helped work in their small produce store--small enough that two people wouldn't need help--so most of the time Miiri was left alone at home. When not taking lessons from the tessen tutor--who pretty much took all the family's disposable income despite not being the best tutor--she would read the newest novel from Ba Sing Se or work in the family's small flower garden--which she managed surprisingly well (Yeah, why a girl would need to go to school anyway? With her tough arms and legs she could become the top soldier in the EK army… with 16 years!). Despite her blossoming talent in this field ((omp! two puns in one sentence!)) (yeah, I must give, this was a good one…), she did not think of flowers as a useful profession. She was probably smart about this--though she also probably should have paid more attention to the business dealings of buying and selling produce for use later when she'd have to haggle to buy food cheaply.
Though they didn't spend as much time with them as she later realized she should have, Miiri loved her family and vice versa. They all expected greater things from her than simply marrying (They expected a war machine), though they didn't say it. Perhaps that was the true reason they spent so much on her tessen tutor (I said it already?)
When she was fourteen, however, disaster struck. The Fire Nation came to claim the village, and her parents both went to fight, foolishly. They didn’t survive(okay, they did. They were enslaved and sent to the coal mines, but Miiri thought they were dead when they didn't return, and everyone she asked said the same thing), and the teenage girl had to come to grips with the fact that not only were her parents dead, but that she would have to live under the tyranny of Fire Nation rule. So she fled as quickly as she could, taking only what she could easily carry (considering her strong arms and her feet suited for walking I guess she could carry a lot of things).
She was discovered about two miles Ba Sing Se-side of her village--which itself was about six miles from Full Moon Bay--by a small group of Fire Nation-dodging Earth Kingdom soldiers, who took her to the nearby ferry port, where it turned out there was a need for guards. They hired her--her skills with the war fan and the abnormally size of her arms, which were bigger than any of their own surprised them--and she was assigned with an older, but still young man to help bring Earth Kingdom citizens through to the boats.
His name was Lee (Lee?… where I heard this name before?… Lee… WAIT… ZUKO… IT IS ZUKO, she is a sue. I knew it from the beginning…). The two became fast platonic(non-romantic) friends, because it turned out that he was an orphan from a small village also, and they had quite a few interests in common. He taught her the ropes quickly--they simply had to keep order among the refugees and keep fights from breaking out--and soon they were very much equal members of a team.
Due to the large number of people moving through said bay, and the large number encamped in the harbor, it is no surprise that fights break out between the refugees, and anarchy (please… what you mean is “chaos”, not anarchy…)is rampant. Miiri and her ilk are supposed to keep things from getting out of hand by splitting up fights (Well, the soldiers were right… her strong and muscular arms could separate two grown adults in no time at all) and such, but with theivery and such it's nigh impossible to be completely fair and justice tended to not be served (when her arms couldn’t handle the thing then she just comes with her head-chopping Tessen). This rankles the naturally strong-willed and fair-minded girl to the point of annoyance. Not to mention the uncomfortable and silly looking uniform her "superiors"--namely a cranky lady to stamps tickets--made her wear... But at least they got actual beds...in the crowded, co-ed barracks.
Sample RP:[/u] Dark green eyes surveyed the group coolly as they went to get a ticket. The putridly everpresent smell of unwashed refugees and her filthy nails filled the cavern, but eventually she had gotten used to it. You got used to a lot of things on this job. The poverty, the hopelessness...one became numb to it after a while...
Shaking herself to rid herself of such thoughts, she looked at the departing ferry. It looked so majestic from this angle, but when she was closer, she oft saw the stains of unmentionable origin, the remains of far too many trips with far to many people. It was disgusting.
A surge of righteous anger wracked her suddenly. The Fire Nation. They caused this! Displasing people from their homes, making refugee after refugee, orphan after orphan. She hated them. Absolutely loathed them. She wanted them all to burn in their own fire and be forced into that horrible world of reincarnation the spiritist talked about. She wanted... She wanted...
A cry broke her from her silent rage. Glancing downward, she noticed a small group of people gathering around a vicious battle. Running closer, she drew her fan, instantly chopping the two heads in front of her. The here and now called, and she, a powerful and muscular sixteen years girl holding a head-chopping weapon, rose to answer it.
First of all I would just like to apologize if anyone gets personally offended by this work. Im not trying to being preconceived and/or mean, it is that this is just a joke. Again, I apologize to anyone that may be offended by this MsT (including the owner of this profile). Hope you enjoy your reading.
Name:[/u] Miiri NiFong (I win default points for it being *his name here* profile isn’t? Since *his name here* Kusabana cant be MSTed then lets go with Miiri)[/color]
Age:[/u] 16
Gender:[/u] Female
Group:[/u] Earth Kingdom Soldier? (there is a research that say that the best type of warrior are small’n’slim sixteen years girls. Sure, does make sense, lets put our kids to fight in the front lines)
Nation:[/u] Earth Kingdom
Bender?:[/u] No
Physical Appearance:[/u]
Soft, dark auburn hair falls to her shoulders, framing a delicate face with small features and and nigh flawless(she has a one mole, isn't it obvious? …sorry, it isn’t.), light tan complexion. Olivine, almond eyes sparkle (she is a firebender now?) with either laughter or scorn almost constantly, and Miiri’s lips are full, but not large. Her neck is slim but not extraordinarily long (it is just abnormally long, not extraordinary long) , and sits atop slim shoulders. Attached to either of these are long, compactly muscular arms. Miiri’s legs are similarly shaped, only slightly thicker. Her figure is slim and not particularly well endowed, but would certainly be considered pretty (Slim head and body with slim shoulders that sustain long and tough masculine muscular arms? Im sorry, just guess it isn’t my type of woman) . Smooth on the top but callused on the bottom, her feet are made for walking (I sure would like to see a feet not made for walking) , and that's probably what they'll do (sometimes they refuse to, however) . Or running. Finally, her hands and feet are small and long digited, with dirty but not ragged nails, because she takes care of hygiene (dirty, stinking, black nails. But not ragged since she takes care of hygiene) [/b].
Clothing/Armor:[/u]
Miiri wears a ruqun (It must be hard to fight with a raccoon attached to you) --a two piece dress-like robe with 3/4 length (3/4 of what? meters, yards, miles…?) , narrow sleeves, a straight bottom to the leg piece, and waist-tied sash--with a forest green top, fern-colored bottom, and sandstone(color, not the rock…) (the girl have an ecosystem in her dress) sash and collar, slightly too small for her. Her feet are in rough and well used leather calf-high boots. She wears a small, olive colored ribbon necklace with a small, spherical, green cat’s-eye (eww…) chrysoberyl inset (Ewww… what deviousness is this?) in a circular pendant, but other than that she has no ornamentation (Thanks god)[/b].
Weapons:[/u] A sturdy, unornamented tessen (“right” her parents thought, “why not give a sharp and dangerous head-chopping weapon to our pre-adolescent child?”), or war fan ,or a wannabe Suki[/b].
Personality:[/u]
Intelligent and quick witted, she always has a snappy comeback for practically anyone—which is obviously to defend some sort of inner self-doubt of unproclaimed description (aWHAT now?)[/b]. Strong belief in feminine superiority causes her opinion of men to be tempestuous at best, down right scornful more often than not. Fiercely independent, she hates ever being told what to do (Like a soldier needs to be, full of insubordination and disrespect). Miiri somehow still manages, however, to use her looks to her advantage in getting exactly what she wants out of those of the masculine persuasion (she shows her strong and muscular arms to men and invite then to arm fights), willing to forfeit any sort of “tough girl” image for the sake of personal gain. Despite all this, she does have a soft spot for children (but only when they are asleep… If by any chance they ask something and it looks like an order to Miiri she will chop their head off with her Tessen). And, naturally, she has a turn of righteous fury, always fighting for what she believes in. Until she starts to loose passion... Like, she will discuss to the death till she tires and chops the head of someone off with her Tessen to end the chat
Background:[/u]
Born in a small village in the Earth Kingdom, she lived the first fourteen years of her life in relative happiness with her father and mother, a pair of none-to-wealthy merchants. She resented the standard order of things and convinced her parents--with that irksome stubbornness that characterizes her--to let her learn to use the tessen(which she read about in a romance novel about a girl who stopped an invasion using them) (she just hadn’t told her parents that the “girl” were in fact a full made woman… oh, and the Avatar too), under the "I need to know how to defend myself using a weapon that can chop the heads of persons" excuse. Actually she wanted to join the army--unfortunately for her that wasn't really an option. She resolved to try anyways, like the stubborn feminist she was.
She just so happened to be born at a time when her small village did not have any children around her age, so she spent her spare time hanging about soldiers and such, whom she admired for their loyalty and strength. Miiri resolved to be like them, no matter what she ended up doing once she had matured, even though they tended to ignore her except when they needed someone to run an errand for them--which she did willingly enough (Wasn’t she the kind of person who hated to receive orders?).
Her father and mother both helped work in their small produce store--small enough that two people wouldn't need help--so most of the time Miiri was left alone at home. When not taking lessons from the tessen tutor--who pretty much took all the family's disposable income despite not being the best tutor--she would read the newest novel from Ba Sing Se or work in the family's small flower garden--which she managed surprisingly well (Yeah, why a girl would need to go to school anyway? With her tough arms and legs she could become the top soldier in the EK army… with 16 years!). Despite her blossoming talent in this field ((omp! two puns in one sentence!)) (yeah, I must give, this was a good one…), she did not think of flowers as a useful profession. She was probably smart about this--though she also probably should have paid more attention to the business dealings of buying and selling produce for use later when she'd have to haggle to buy food cheaply.
Though they didn't spend as much time with them as she later realized she should have, Miiri loved her family and vice versa. They all expected greater things from her than simply marrying (They expected a war machine), though they didn't say it. Perhaps that was the true reason they spent so much on her tessen tutor (I said it already?)
When she was fourteen, however, disaster struck. The Fire Nation came to claim the village, and her parents both went to fight, foolishly. They didn’t survive(okay, they did. They were enslaved and sent to the coal mines, but Miiri thought they were dead when they didn't return, and everyone she asked said the same thing), and the teenage girl had to come to grips with the fact that not only were her parents dead, but that she would have to live under the tyranny of Fire Nation rule. So she fled as quickly as she could, taking only what she could easily carry (considering her strong arms and her feet suited for walking I guess she could carry a lot of things).
She was discovered about two miles Ba Sing Se-side of her village--which itself was about six miles from Full Moon Bay--by a small group of Fire Nation-dodging Earth Kingdom soldiers, who took her to the nearby ferry port, where it turned out there was a need for guards. They hired her--her skills with the war fan and the abnormally size of her arms, which were bigger than any of their own surprised them--and she was assigned with an older, but still young man to help bring Earth Kingdom citizens through to the boats.
His name was Lee (Lee?… where I heard this name before?… Lee… WAIT… ZUKO… IT IS ZUKO, she is a sue. I knew it from the beginning…). The two became fast platonic(non-romantic) friends, because it turned out that he was an orphan from a small village also, and they had quite a few interests in common. He taught her the ropes quickly--they simply had to keep order among the refugees and keep fights from breaking out--and soon they were very much equal members of a team.
Due to the large number of people moving through said bay, and the large number encamped in the harbor, it is no surprise that fights break out between the refugees, and anarchy (please… what you mean is “chaos”, not anarchy…)is rampant. Miiri and her ilk are supposed to keep things from getting out of hand by splitting up fights (Well, the soldiers were right… her strong and muscular arms could separate two grown adults in no time at all) and such, but with theivery and such it's nigh impossible to be completely fair and justice tended to not be served (when her arms couldn’t handle the thing then she just comes with her head-chopping Tessen). This rankles the naturally strong-willed and fair-minded girl to the point of annoyance. Not to mention the uncomfortable and silly looking uniform her "superiors"--namely a cranky lady to stamps tickets--made her wear... But at least they got actual beds...in the crowded, co-ed barracks.
Sample RP:[/u] Dark green eyes surveyed the group coolly as they went to get a ticket. The putridly everpresent smell of unwashed refugees and her filthy nails filled the cavern, but eventually she had gotten used to it. You got used to a lot of things on this job. The poverty, the hopelessness...one became numb to it after a while...
Shaking herself to rid herself of such thoughts, she looked at the departing ferry. It looked so majestic from this angle, but when she was closer, she oft saw the stains of unmentionable origin, the remains of far too many trips with far to many people. It was disgusting.
A surge of righteous anger wracked her suddenly. The Fire Nation. They caused this! Displasing people from their homes, making refugee after refugee, orphan after orphan. She hated them. Absolutely loathed them. She wanted them all to burn in their own fire and be forced into that horrible world of reincarnation the spiritist talked about. She wanted... She wanted...
A cry broke her from her silent rage. Glancing downward, she noticed a small group of people gathering around a vicious battle. Running closer, she drew her fan, instantly chopping the two heads in front of her. The here and now called, and she, a powerful and muscular sixteen years girl holding a head-chopping weapon, rose to answer it.