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Post by Kamaria Jaci Kachina on Jul 17, 2008 12:09:51 GMT 10
About You » T H E P U P P E T E E R
Alias: Hayley Spence (a.k.a. Glass)
Age: 16
Experience: A couple of years, I lost count...
Other Characters: Not Yet
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The Character » T H E P U P P E T
Canon or Non-Canon: Non-canon
Characters Name: Kamaria Jaci Kachina
Nickname: Kam, Maria, Agak, Nahimana, Ruya
Age: 26
Race: Demon
Hometown: Village in east Africa (present day Kenya)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Likes: - Night
- Moonlight
- Sunlight
- Death
- Torture
- Men
- The Ocean
- The Stars and Moon
- Solitude(most of the time)
- The Hunt
- Running
- Swimming
- Music
- Playing music on her reed flute
- Sex
- Heat
- The Dessert
- Forest
- Rain
Dislikes:
- Snow
- Cold
- People whom talk a lot
- Children
- Cowards
- Stupidity
- Loosing
Weaknesses:
- Pride
- Determination
- Dreams
- Trustfullness
- Anger
Strengths:
- Strength
- Seductive
- Awareness
Powers: [DEMONS ONLY]
Primary:
- Shape shifting level 3
- (or)Earth Demon level 3
Secondary:
Fortune or Friends: Fortune
Love or Power: Power
Strength or Intelligence: Strength
Courage or Fame: Courage
Rebellion or Atonement: Rebellion
General Personality:
Strange. Different. Evil. These are what Kamaria has been called by many of the humans in the world. Some had called her Nahimana, Agak, and Ruya; but this did nothing to effect her. Strong and hard in many ways, Kamaria doesn't let anything stop her and never gives up on something, which has been her down fall so many times before. Strength keeps her going. She has been in solitude for many a years and mostly travels in the wild going past town after town.
When around people Kamaria is quiet. Mostly attentive and watchful, listening to the different people around her. When she is vocal, she is mostly gentle, in her way, but the rest of the time she can be malicious and leave a wicked bite.
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Appearance » H A N G I N G B Y A T H R E A D
Celebrity Claim: Eva Mendes
Hair: Chestnut
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Build: Muscled/Athletic
Height: 5'8
Clothing Style: Dresses mainly, or whatever helps her fit in, in the different places she goes. Mostly she dresses in her native clothing from her home land.
General Appearance:
Beautiful. Seductive. Haunting. Oh what an interesting catch you have found. She is a tall beauty, with flowing hair and a smile that looks sweet and easy. Her eyes seem to welcome you in to come and enjoy, but her body and build seem peculiar for a woman. The strong muscle that you can see running over her shoulder blades, the muscle in her legs letting her move gracefully and smoothing across the land.
Her eyes are welcoming. A deep chocolate brown that seem to eminating love and beauty. What you cannot see is the fierce hunter under those eyes. The will to kill and to make that kill as slow and torturous as possible. They welcome you easily to come and sneak away with her.
Her hair falls softly over those muscled shoulders. The soft curls of chestnut hair making it seem like a muddied halo wrapping around her head.
Her body was that of any other mature woman. Beautiful and full. She had smooth skin, in most places. On the right side of her neck stretched a long scar. It went from below her ear to down on her back. Also there are paintings all over her body, that were tribal artwork that were from her tribe.
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History » K I L L I N G T I M E
Parents:
Father: Dakarai Mimiteh
Mother: Adannaya Mimiteh
Siblings: N/A
Children: N/A
History:
Kamaria was born in the hottest season of the year on the day of the full moon. The tribes shaman birthed her and announced her as healthy. From there her life went normally. She was raised with all of the other children, learning to hunt, fish, fight; as a girl she learned to weave, carry water, clean clothes, and all the other womanly chores. But what she did best was everything she wasn't supposed to.
She could ride, hunt, and track better than most of the boys. She was an excellent fighter but she always let her anger take over her and it was usually her down fall. She would let her anger over take her when she fought and she would loose. But soon she learned to channel the anger, but it didn't always work.
As she came into her teens, Kamaria knew she was different, and that she wasn't welcome anymore. Her parents had hid it well, but Kamaria hadn't and that was the downfall. They killed her parents and she ran. Riding on her mare Celer and rode hard. She kept riding until she came to a city and got some more supplies and then headed on going father and farther. And know she is here in this town years later not knowing what will happen next.
RP Sample:
Two mares walked along the shoreline slowly. One with a rope bridle the other looked wild and free, it's chestnut mane laying on black hide. The other was tan with black mane and seemed to stay slightly behind the other. Knickering wildly, the black mare raced ahead and flailed her hooves wildly then slowly came to a stop when the other mare came running up. As the tethered mare came to a stop, the black change and became a tall young woman. Her brown skirt was wrapped around her legs in a wet second layer of skin and her tan top was tightened around her as she began to laugh loudly.
Sighing as she brought her head down she began to walk out of the water. She let her bare feet feel the sand between her toes.
"Oh I love this so much," She sighed easily, "But I miss the sound of death and screams of pain..."
She looked up, anger and annoyance filling her eyes and walked roughly toward where she had left her camp. Her things lay on the dry sand and so did her last nights dinner. A deer that had died in pain and had suffered slowly. She had enjoyed the kill. Rolling up her bed roll she got the saddle of the ground and threw it onto her mares back.
As she finished picking up camp and jumped lithly up into the saddle she turned her mare back toward the way she had come and started the days ride, letting the wind take her. She rode for hours and as the sun set that day she saw ahead of her a large castle and farther off in the distance a village.
Humans,she thought as she looked ahead. And so the fun has finally come.
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