Post by Ixchel Rashaine on Jun 3, 2007 17:21:34 GMT
Player Details
Name: Shy
Email: Kikuhyakumonji@gmail.com
Age: 15
Sex: Male
From: England
Where did you hear about us?: Via the wench who plays the Hirren leader. Yar.
Character Details
Name: Ixchel Rashaine
Age: Twenty-three
Sex: Female
Faction: Hirren
Ship: The Dark Elegance
Appearance: Ixchel stands at 5'11 and weighs one-hundred-and-forty-nine pounds - all of which helps to accentuate the curves that form her figure and aid her in standing out when combined with the rest of her appearance.
With her complexion - slightly darker than that of the Caucasian peoples in the world - taken into account, one of Ixchel's most distinguishable features are the tattoos that cover her lightly-toned arms from wrist to shoulder like sleeves - a tradition that was adopted and passed down to every member of the Rashaine family who serves as a fraction of the Trusted. Normally hidden beneath long shirts, both patterns are identical, and marked into her skin with black ink. They can be the only things that aid people in recognizing her, and it is with this thought in mind that she does her best to keep them concealed in unknown territories.
Her hair is a deep shade of brown, dark to the point where it is almost black - full and thick as it stretches halfway down her back. During her times at sea, it is more often than not tied back tightly - both to prevent it from knotting around her face and blinding her burnt brown eyes, and more practically, to prevent her foes from being able to use the tresses as a hand hold during conflict.
By preference, Ixchel opts for practical clothing - mainly things that are far from feminine both on sea and on land. Long-sleeved shirts, trousers, waistcoats, and boots that are synonymous with her sea-faring male counterparts are her usual choices, often mixed with a few trinkets, be them spoils from a successful raid, or gifts from her mother (though never earrings, as they too can be used as hand holds by enemies). But even beneath normally loose clothing Ixchel's defined and slightly scarred figure (the wounds normally given to her during raids, which can be found scattered about her torso) - particularly her hips - can sometimes shine through her ensemble if she does not cover it with a long enough coat.
She does, however, possess a piece of feminine garb. Hidden in unknown places within her quarters - which change every day to ensure that no one person can ever find it twice - sits one very revealing dress - simply two long pieces of richly-decorated fabric that hang about her form via a hole in their very centers, and in another ever-changing hideout lies the trinkets - necklaces and belts - that weigh it down to her form. This piece, which leaves very little to any imagination, is only worn during times where she is called into undercover work, posing primarily as an entertainer to gather information from specified sources. Needless to say, not many people know of its existence, and Ixchel tries her very best to keep it that way.
Personality: A realistic and rational thinker, Ixchel is a down-to-earth yet professional individual who sees everybody as equals – regardless of titles that some may hold over others to gain respect, and even fear. To her mind, such trivial little things mean nothing, as all people are simply people, and this outlook of hers paints her in the image of a very carefree soul with very few ties to the physical world, which is usually the absolute truth. Of course, this can often lead to arguments, as she has the tendency to talk to everybody in the same way, which can sometimes be confusing to those who have put themselves on a pedestal, who think of her tone as condescending or patronizing compared to what they are normally used to being given - but they will have to quickly learn that that is simply how she addresses everybody, or they run the risk of losing her respect. However, there are certain situations where people must play to the egos of others, and although Ixchel is fully aware of it, she dislikes having to do so in her field of work.
Thanks to her grounded and quite-laid back personality, Ixchel is not able to morally put herself higher than others. This means that even though she is herself in a seat of power and influence, she is not above getting her hands dirty if the need ever arises. She will quite happily prepare herself in order to infiltrate enemy lines if she is called to duty, but she is no fool, and will not leap feet first into action without thinking things through and assessing the potential risks beforehand.
Light-hearted and usually up for a joke, Ixchel is herself prone to occasional mood swings, which she often tries to suppress or hide from her colleagues - a tactic that has a success rate of around sixty per cent. Her body language gives her away quite easily to those who take the time to observe her, and because she herself is used to attempting to keep her own movements in check when she is at her most vulnerable, she is also perceptive of others and their emotions.
Strengths: An adept fighter, but also a talented thinker and strategist, Ixchel is one of the first people to assess a situation in order to find out how to make the best of it before violence has to be used. As well as being skilled in map-reading and plotting routes for Hirren's ships during raids, a pair of more trivial talents that Ixchel possess are her abilities in the fields of song and dance that were taught to her by her mother - though both tend to serve as a facade more than anything else. One of the finest masters of infiltration and reconnaissance Hirren is yet to hear of, she will often masquerade as a dancer or an entertainer, and by using her charm - and sometimes by using her curvaceous body - will give herself access to information, objects and vital documents. She is also handy at picking locks - though this is not a talent that she has a lot of time to hone, nor is it one that she is proud of morally.
Weaknesses: Ixchel, although she is physically fit and healthy, is unable to carry the same type of weights that her male counterparts can due to her limited upper body strength - a classic trait in women. In terms of power, she is also physically weaker than other men - though she tends to compensate for this with her speed and cunning. As mentioned previously, her reserved nature when faced with most - if not all - members of authority can lead to arguments sparking between herself and others if she does not keep her attitude in check. Tactical by nature, Ixchel tends to opt for ways out of hostile or dangerous situations that don't resort to violence, which may sometimes be more of a burden than a blessing.
History: Born to a pair of Hirren citizens, Ixchel was considered a disappointment by her parents by gender alone. Like most families, they had been expecting a son - particularly her father, Bahaidur Rashaine, who was in need of an heir to continue with the work of his descendants, as one of the ten members who formed the Board of the Trusted who ran their home town.
Somewhere in their history, the Rashaine family, who first arrived in Hirren as immigrants under the family name of Roshan - which was promptly changed to mark the advent of their new life - to escape their life of fear and poverty, was able to befriend one of the leaders of their new home. As time passed, the same strong bonds of friendship were passed down both families from child to child. This friendship proved to be a powerful one in time, for one fateful day, one of the original Trusted citizens was assassinated, leaving no heir or family to take his place. With a void in his counsel of advisors, the leader bestowed upon his close friend a great honor - a place in the Trusted's ranks. Since that day, the Rashaine bloodline has been involved with the runnings of Hirren under the control of the town's master.
But when his first child was revealed to be a female, Bahaidur became determined to attain a male child. Sadly, this goal of his was never reached, for every child that was conceived after Ixchel was already dead before they left the womb, with every failed birth driving her mother, Shadai, further towards the brink of insanity. With no other choice but to accept his young daughter as his only child for fear of his wife's well-being, Bahaidur began to teach his daughter the ways of her predecessors - the way they battled and thought and aided their fellow Hirrens by providing them with safe and quick routes on the open ocean. Alongside this, Ixchel's recovering mother taught her more feminine values, and although Ixchel could never understand the logic behind the practices of singing and entertainment, she was thankful for being taught the skills later on in life, as they made it far easier to complete missions that were far more hushed for the good of her town.
But with all of her training set aside, she was still able to lead what could only be referred to as a moderately normal childhood. She made fast friends and the occasional adversary, and she was glad for still having a childhood. But as she matured into an intelligent young woman, both her mother and her father began to wither away, and Ixchel knew all too well that the time to take her father's place as the first female Rashaine descendant to take a place in the ranks of the Trusted. She knew all too well that she would be considered a weakness - a chink in the town's armor, and she was determined in a way that could have rivaled her father to prove them wrong. She began to spend hours at a time honing her skills with a blade and analyzing maps that charted the wild seas that she would frequently travel upon, neglecting friends unintentionally in order to study harder than she had ever done in her life.
It was when she was eighteen, and drawing dangerously close to being labeled a recluse that Bahaidur gave to his daughter his last ever piece of advice. Calling her to his and his wife's sleeping quarters one morning, he warned her against driving herself so vehemently, and recommended to her that she should take a break to enjoy a brisk morning stroll to clear her body of the musty atmosphere of her room, saying that she had shown him that she was even more capable of succeeding him than any son could be. She was filled with joy at his show of pride, and reluctantly took his advice. For what felt like the first time in months, she stepped outside and breathed in the fresh salted air of her home town, something that she had missed dearly. After an hour-long stroll wore her legs out, Ixchel returned home, only to find the lifeless form of her father replacing that which had been alive when she left the house, her elderly mother weeping beside him.
Taking over from her father on the same day he had passed away, Ixchel made a powerful first impression by springing into action and tackling the issues that had begun to show themselves. As the years went by, she continued to impress with her skills as a cartographer, as a spy, and even with being able to deal with her drunken leader. Over the past few months, Ixchel has begun to show a lighter side to herself, but anybody who mistakes this for a weakness will be quickly corrected.
Sample Rp:
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Name: Shy
Email: Kikuhyakumonji@gmail.com
Age: 15
Sex: Male
From: England
Where did you hear about us?: Via the wench who plays the Hirren leader. Yar.
Character Details
Name: Ixchel Rashaine
Age: Twenty-three
Sex: Female
Faction: Hirren
Ship: The Dark Elegance
Appearance: Ixchel stands at 5'11 and weighs one-hundred-and-forty-nine pounds - all of which helps to accentuate the curves that form her figure and aid her in standing out when combined with the rest of her appearance.
With her complexion - slightly darker than that of the Caucasian peoples in the world - taken into account, one of Ixchel's most distinguishable features are the tattoos that cover her lightly-toned arms from wrist to shoulder like sleeves - a tradition that was adopted and passed down to every member of the Rashaine family who serves as a fraction of the Trusted. Normally hidden beneath long shirts, both patterns are identical, and marked into her skin with black ink. They can be the only things that aid people in recognizing her, and it is with this thought in mind that she does her best to keep them concealed in unknown territories.
Her hair is a deep shade of brown, dark to the point where it is almost black - full and thick as it stretches halfway down her back. During her times at sea, it is more often than not tied back tightly - both to prevent it from knotting around her face and blinding her burnt brown eyes, and more practically, to prevent her foes from being able to use the tresses as a hand hold during conflict.
By preference, Ixchel opts for practical clothing - mainly things that are far from feminine both on sea and on land. Long-sleeved shirts, trousers, waistcoats, and boots that are synonymous with her sea-faring male counterparts are her usual choices, often mixed with a few trinkets, be them spoils from a successful raid, or gifts from her mother (though never earrings, as they too can be used as hand holds by enemies). But even beneath normally loose clothing Ixchel's defined and slightly scarred figure (the wounds normally given to her during raids, which can be found scattered about her torso) - particularly her hips - can sometimes shine through her ensemble if she does not cover it with a long enough coat.
She does, however, possess a piece of feminine garb. Hidden in unknown places within her quarters - which change every day to ensure that no one person can ever find it twice - sits one very revealing dress - simply two long pieces of richly-decorated fabric that hang about her form via a hole in their very centers, and in another ever-changing hideout lies the trinkets - necklaces and belts - that weigh it down to her form. This piece, which leaves very little to any imagination, is only worn during times where she is called into undercover work, posing primarily as an entertainer to gather information from specified sources. Needless to say, not many people know of its existence, and Ixchel tries her very best to keep it that way.
Personality: A realistic and rational thinker, Ixchel is a down-to-earth yet professional individual who sees everybody as equals – regardless of titles that some may hold over others to gain respect, and even fear. To her mind, such trivial little things mean nothing, as all people are simply people, and this outlook of hers paints her in the image of a very carefree soul with very few ties to the physical world, which is usually the absolute truth. Of course, this can often lead to arguments, as she has the tendency to talk to everybody in the same way, which can sometimes be confusing to those who have put themselves on a pedestal, who think of her tone as condescending or patronizing compared to what they are normally used to being given - but they will have to quickly learn that that is simply how she addresses everybody, or they run the risk of losing her respect. However, there are certain situations where people must play to the egos of others, and although Ixchel is fully aware of it, she dislikes having to do so in her field of work.
Thanks to her grounded and quite-laid back personality, Ixchel is not able to morally put herself higher than others. This means that even though she is herself in a seat of power and influence, she is not above getting her hands dirty if the need ever arises. She will quite happily prepare herself in order to infiltrate enemy lines if she is called to duty, but she is no fool, and will not leap feet first into action without thinking things through and assessing the potential risks beforehand.
Light-hearted and usually up for a joke, Ixchel is herself prone to occasional mood swings, which she often tries to suppress or hide from her colleagues - a tactic that has a success rate of around sixty per cent. Her body language gives her away quite easily to those who take the time to observe her, and because she herself is used to attempting to keep her own movements in check when she is at her most vulnerable, she is also perceptive of others and their emotions.
Strengths: An adept fighter, but also a talented thinker and strategist, Ixchel is one of the first people to assess a situation in order to find out how to make the best of it before violence has to be used. As well as being skilled in map-reading and plotting routes for Hirren's ships during raids, a pair of more trivial talents that Ixchel possess are her abilities in the fields of song and dance that were taught to her by her mother - though both tend to serve as a facade more than anything else. One of the finest masters of infiltration and reconnaissance Hirren is yet to hear of, she will often masquerade as a dancer or an entertainer, and by using her charm - and sometimes by using her curvaceous body - will give herself access to information, objects and vital documents. She is also handy at picking locks - though this is not a talent that she has a lot of time to hone, nor is it one that she is proud of morally.
Weaknesses: Ixchel, although she is physically fit and healthy, is unable to carry the same type of weights that her male counterparts can due to her limited upper body strength - a classic trait in women. In terms of power, she is also physically weaker than other men - though she tends to compensate for this with her speed and cunning. As mentioned previously, her reserved nature when faced with most - if not all - members of authority can lead to arguments sparking between herself and others if she does not keep her attitude in check. Tactical by nature, Ixchel tends to opt for ways out of hostile or dangerous situations that don't resort to violence, which may sometimes be more of a burden than a blessing.
History: Born to a pair of Hirren citizens, Ixchel was considered a disappointment by her parents by gender alone. Like most families, they had been expecting a son - particularly her father, Bahaidur Rashaine, who was in need of an heir to continue with the work of his descendants, as one of the ten members who formed the Board of the Trusted who ran their home town.
Somewhere in their history, the Rashaine family, who first arrived in Hirren as immigrants under the family name of Roshan - which was promptly changed to mark the advent of their new life - to escape their life of fear and poverty, was able to befriend one of the leaders of their new home. As time passed, the same strong bonds of friendship were passed down both families from child to child. This friendship proved to be a powerful one in time, for one fateful day, one of the original Trusted citizens was assassinated, leaving no heir or family to take his place. With a void in his counsel of advisors, the leader bestowed upon his close friend a great honor - a place in the Trusted's ranks. Since that day, the Rashaine bloodline has been involved with the runnings of Hirren under the control of the town's master.
But when his first child was revealed to be a female, Bahaidur became determined to attain a male child. Sadly, this goal of his was never reached, for every child that was conceived after Ixchel was already dead before they left the womb, with every failed birth driving her mother, Shadai, further towards the brink of insanity. With no other choice but to accept his young daughter as his only child for fear of his wife's well-being, Bahaidur began to teach his daughter the ways of her predecessors - the way they battled and thought and aided their fellow Hirrens by providing them with safe and quick routes on the open ocean. Alongside this, Ixchel's recovering mother taught her more feminine values, and although Ixchel could never understand the logic behind the practices of singing and entertainment, she was thankful for being taught the skills later on in life, as they made it far easier to complete missions that were far more hushed for the good of her town.
But with all of her training set aside, she was still able to lead what could only be referred to as a moderately normal childhood. She made fast friends and the occasional adversary, and she was glad for still having a childhood. But as she matured into an intelligent young woman, both her mother and her father began to wither away, and Ixchel knew all too well that the time to take her father's place as the first female Rashaine descendant to take a place in the ranks of the Trusted. She knew all too well that she would be considered a weakness - a chink in the town's armor, and she was determined in a way that could have rivaled her father to prove them wrong. She began to spend hours at a time honing her skills with a blade and analyzing maps that charted the wild seas that she would frequently travel upon, neglecting friends unintentionally in order to study harder than she had ever done in her life.
It was when she was eighteen, and drawing dangerously close to being labeled a recluse that Bahaidur gave to his daughter his last ever piece of advice. Calling her to his and his wife's sleeping quarters one morning, he warned her against driving herself so vehemently, and recommended to her that she should take a break to enjoy a brisk morning stroll to clear her body of the musty atmosphere of her room, saying that she had shown him that she was even more capable of succeeding him than any son could be. She was filled with joy at his show of pride, and reluctantly took his advice. For what felt like the first time in months, she stepped outside and breathed in the fresh salted air of her home town, something that she had missed dearly. After an hour-long stroll wore her legs out, Ixchel returned home, only to find the lifeless form of her father replacing that which had been alive when she left the house, her elderly mother weeping beside him.
Taking over from her father on the same day he had passed away, Ixchel made a powerful first impression by springing into action and tackling the issues that had begun to show themselves. As the years went by, she continued to impress with her skills as a cartographer, as a spy, and even with being able to deal with her drunken leader. Over the past few months, Ixchel has begun to show a lighter side to herself, but anybody who mistakes this for a weakness will be quickly corrected.
Sample Rp:
"You're going to need more than one coffee to get all that beer out of your system." The hunter bit back, although his voice was considerably softer than it had been previously - almost as though he was cracking a joke about the situation, which wasn't necessarily the case - he was simply trying to keep himself calm. It was purely coincidence that his words came out with such a jovial chime, and if anybody were to challenge them, then their misunderstanding would be quickly set straight with a frighteningly calm one-eyed glance - the kind that was usually followed by threats of maiming that any self-respecting individual - be them supernatural or no - in their right would not dare to bring him up upon.
He could understand a lot of things about his brother - like, in theory, just why his brother had grown more violent in the past few months, and why he went particularly crazy when the moon was filling up in the sky. But for the life of him, Dimitrii could never fathom just why Alexei had developed such a love for drink. At first, he thought it wasn't out of love for alcohol that he drank, but instead it was purely out of spite - but to his logical attitude, nobody in their right mind would torture their liver so much and so regularly just so they didn't have to drive in the morning. But then again, Alexei wasn't exactly in his right mind anymore...
The thought seemed to have a profound effect on the rose-haired hunter - so much so that his face seemed to soften after he blinked away his stern gaze to grant the Lycan just a split second of peace. His chest deflated considerably as a sigh pushed the wind out of his lungs, his weight tipping onto one foot to give his stance the type of attitude that he would often link with his sibling. "Come on, then."
He could understand a lot of things about his brother - like, in theory, just why his brother had grown more violent in the past few months, and why he went particularly crazy when the moon was filling up in the sky. But for the life of him, Dimitrii could never fathom just why Alexei had developed such a love for drink. At first, he thought it wasn't out of love for alcohol that he drank, but instead it was purely out of spite - but to his logical attitude, nobody in their right mind would torture their liver so much and so regularly just so they didn't have to drive in the morning. But then again, Alexei wasn't exactly in his right mind anymore...
The thought seemed to have a profound effect on the rose-haired hunter - so much so that his face seemed to soften after he blinked away his stern gaze to grant the Lycan just a split second of peace. His chest deflated considerably as a sigh pushed the wind out of his lungs, his weight tipping onto one foot to give his stance the type of attitude that he would often link with his sibling. "Come on, then."
