Post by ~*Najintia*~ on Jan 18, 2008 11:25:10 GMT 10
Name:
Najintia KlyhRouya Vazeir
Age:
24 years of age.
Gender:
Female.
Allegiance:
Lilan Navy.
Race:
Werewolf
Class:
Warrior
Weapons of Choice:
Claymore and plate mail in battle.
Pet:
None.
Inn:
None.
Ship:
None.
Wings:
None.
Appearance:
Standing tall, Naji holds a stiff face with soft touches but strong features. Her long, uncut, hair is normally tied up to keep it out of the way while she’s doing something. Living in the North left her with pale untaning skin, although her hair is a foreign black and her eyes a yellow colour. Her body is layered with muscles to help her in battle; she wouldn’t be what you would call a proper looking woman. Without pretty dresses, fancy makeup, or anything of the sort Naji lives out her own way with her own style. In battle or while at work she would wear her plate mail and Navy suit together, but with her delicate arms she’s added an arm-warmer with cuts of plate mail sewed on. Whatever she wears, in or out of battle, she wears clothing or dresses that are long lasting and appropriate, for she was never a shopper. You could consider her beautiful if you’re the kind that wouldn’t mind women that are not drop-dead gorgeous with soft delicate bodies, long flowing hair, and a sweetness to them.
Personality:
Her personality is a maze of secrets and silence. Most of the time she would have a strong seriousness to her and only talking when meant to. She can think logically and can hold her temper in when necessary only striking out if the situation provokes her to. Najintia is not easily angered, but you’d have to be pretty stupid or just really annoying to try to tick her off, she could have a very violent mind and scary threats. Her cold, deadly glare intimidates people as well. It all depends on her moods; there are times when she can smile like every normal person when she thinks she should, and occasionally making sarcastic comments or rare humor in her words. When she is around people she is very close to, her shell slowly breaks and she is happy, laughing, and being herself without her coldness. Najintia is actually a kind soul, with only honor, and rights to be set out.
Her fighting style is close combat and accurate. She is decent at long-range with a bow and arrow, she can hold the weapon properly but would categorize herself as horrible in that area. Although with a gun, rarely does she use one, she can hit the mark most of the time. While in battle, she blocks and dodges while she is examining the body and patterns of her opponent to make up a quick brief plan to cut through them with ease. Her arms are thin and on the delicate side because of an accident with her mother at birth, because of this she has difficulty lifting heavy objects. Her claymore is lightweight, though she has to put force into lifting and moving it freely. Naji has tried to work hard to make her arms as strong as it can, but it can be painful for her. So she has worked harder on making her legs have a power kick. Her strength is strong, but her endurance is weak although she always hides it. She finishes all battles quickly and swiftly before she runs out of too much breath.
Role-Play Sample:
It was around noon. The sun was lifted from hiding and bright light rained in the cold forest. The cold waved about endlessly in the area. River water was a long way off but small amounts of water together was located not far. Coming through the endless snow and listing down all the sights, the nicely made ships, and crates of food and water ready to go. There were markets bustling about selling their products. It seemed like another booming populated town, though there were tall massive buildings obviously the ones of rich nobles.
Naji, just happened to stroll into the populated market area. Ignoring the vague speaks and lines. Indifferent for where she was going she just went straight for the dwelling where she thought seemed interesting. She didn't care where she was going as long as it was interesting. With her sword strapped to her bent and light pieces of armor embedded on and under her clothing assured herself that she would be unthreated. Traveling down the pathway towards someplace her feet softened to make less sound.
Creeping down a few buildings away from her was a half sleep guard and a mysterious figure that had walked out then ran back from an ally way. Curious but still keeping her guard Naji stayed closer to the walls to see what was going happening. She turned around the corner avoided sight from the guard, not really knowing that she was in trouble being where she is. There was a girl, obviously a rogue, scrambling through her pockets. Naji could see the movements of her in the darkness, while a random man without looking tripped over her. Naji could obviously tell that the girl was hiding from the guard that hadn't notice anything. Naji took interest in the younger girl, though not too much. Walking up to her she bent her head down to look at her tipping it to the side questionably.
Najintia KlyhRouya Vazeir
Age:
24 years of age.
Gender:
Female.
Allegiance:
Lilan Navy.
Race:
Werewolf
Class:
Warrior
Weapons of Choice:
Claymore and plate mail in battle.
Pet:
None.
Inn:
None.
Ship:
None.
Wings:
None.
Appearance:
Standing tall, Naji holds a stiff face with soft touches but strong features. Her long, uncut, hair is normally tied up to keep it out of the way while she’s doing something. Living in the North left her with pale untaning skin, although her hair is a foreign black and her eyes a yellow colour. Her body is layered with muscles to help her in battle; she wouldn’t be what you would call a proper looking woman. Without pretty dresses, fancy makeup, or anything of the sort Naji lives out her own way with her own style. In battle or while at work she would wear her plate mail and Navy suit together, but with her delicate arms she’s added an arm-warmer with cuts of plate mail sewed on. Whatever she wears, in or out of battle, she wears clothing or dresses that are long lasting and appropriate, for she was never a shopper. You could consider her beautiful if you’re the kind that wouldn’t mind women that are not drop-dead gorgeous with soft delicate bodies, long flowing hair, and a sweetness to them.
Personality:
Her personality is a maze of secrets and silence. Most of the time she would have a strong seriousness to her and only talking when meant to. She can think logically and can hold her temper in when necessary only striking out if the situation provokes her to. Najintia is not easily angered, but you’d have to be pretty stupid or just really annoying to try to tick her off, she could have a very violent mind and scary threats. Her cold, deadly glare intimidates people as well. It all depends on her moods; there are times when she can smile like every normal person when she thinks she should, and occasionally making sarcastic comments or rare humor in her words. When she is around people she is very close to, her shell slowly breaks and she is happy, laughing, and being herself without her coldness. Najintia is actually a kind soul, with only honor, and rights to be set out.
Her fighting style is close combat and accurate. She is decent at long-range with a bow and arrow, she can hold the weapon properly but would categorize herself as horrible in that area. Although with a gun, rarely does she use one, she can hit the mark most of the time. While in battle, she blocks and dodges while she is examining the body and patterns of her opponent to make up a quick brief plan to cut through them with ease. Her arms are thin and on the delicate side because of an accident with her mother at birth, because of this she has difficulty lifting heavy objects. Her claymore is lightweight, though she has to put force into lifting and moving it freely. Naji has tried to work hard to make her arms as strong as it can, but it can be painful for her. So she has worked harder on making her legs have a power kick. Her strength is strong, but her endurance is weak although she always hides it. She finishes all battles quickly and swiftly before she runs out of too much breath.
Role-Play Sample:
It was around noon. The sun was lifted from hiding and bright light rained in the cold forest. The cold waved about endlessly in the area. River water was a long way off but small amounts of water together was located not far. Coming through the endless snow and listing down all the sights, the nicely made ships, and crates of food and water ready to go. There were markets bustling about selling their products. It seemed like another booming populated town, though there were tall massive buildings obviously the ones of rich nobles.
Naji, just happened to stroll into the populated market area. Ignoring the vague speaks and lines. Indifferent for where she was going she just went straight for the dwelling where she thought seemed interesting. She didn't care where she was going as long as it was interesting. With her sword strapped to her bent and light pieces of armor embedded on and under her clothing assured herself that she would be unthreated. Traveling down the pathway towards someplace her feet softened to make less sound.
Creeping down a few buildings away from her was a half sleep guard and a mysterious figure that had walked out then ran back from an ally way. Curious but still keeping her guard Naji stayed closer to the walls to see what was going happening. She turned around the corner avoided sight from the guard, not really knowing that she was in trouble being where she is. There was a girl, obviously a rogue, scrambling through her pockets. Naji could see the movements of her in the darkness, while a random man without looking tripped over her. Naji could obviously tell that the girl was hiding from the guard that hadn't notice anything. Naji took interest in the younger girl, though not too much. Walking up to her she bent her head down to look at her tipping it to the side questionably.
