Post by Re'a on Jan 21, 2008 2:04:58 GMT -5
Name:[/u] Ninaome Degali ((nin-ay-ohm deh-gah-lee))
Age:[/u] Twenty-three
Gender:[/u] Female
Nation:[/u] Water Tribe
Bender?:[/u] Yes
Physique/Appearance:[/u]
Ninaome has soft, mousy brown hair that reaches just below her shoulders, prefering it long and messy. She never restrains it with a ribbon like most of her peers, loving the feel of the howling wind blowing through her hair. However, a beaded cotton bandana does keep her head warm during the colder months. Her eyes are light brown and expressive. There is never a shortage of emotion on her face. She is very average in height and weight, but her feet are a little bigger than what would be normal proportions.
Clothing:[/u] Including the bandana, Ninaome wears everything blue and white. She puts several layers to keep herself warm when traveling in the frigid glaciers of the North Pole, including skin-tight white leggings under short blue shorts. Her white undershirt also peeks out from under a blue, long-sleeved sweater-like article that keeps her arms from stiffening, therefore enhancing her waterbending. An ice-diamond necklace on a silver chain hangs around her neck. Ninaome also wears gloves and thick winter boots to keep her extremities warm. The modern parka, hemmed with seal-penguin fur, also accompanies her when she is in her hometown.
When cruising warmer climates, she abandons the heavy parka known to her people and acquires a cape to blend in more with her surroundings. She hides the necklace under her collar to ward off a potential thief and does not carry a pack with her, using the layers of fabric to cushion the small amounts of money she carries for food and information.
Weapons:[/u] Ninaome does not carry weapons nor a pack for her things. She travels with light amounts of money and does not acquire trinkets.
Animals:[/u] None. She knows it would amount to a lot to take care of a pet as well as herself in strange lands.
Personality:[/u] There is a certain sarcastic quality that attatches itself to Ninaome's eyes when she is around others. She is witty and bright, choosing to bring down certain others' egos with sharp words instead of icey Waterbending. On a more personal note, Ninaome is distrustful of most men, though the reason for this is unknown since her history does not include any treachery on their part. The young woman usually chooses to sit on the sidelines instead of finding herself in the spotlight, all the better to observe and learn. She has always been a quick study with everything from Waterbending to arithmetic. She is a deeply religious girl when it comes to the Moon Spirit, giving her homage every night before turning into bed.
History:[/u] Ninaome was born into an aristocratic family in the Water Tribe and grew up with just enough to be considered content and in want of nothing. An idiot might call her spoiled but she never passed up the opportunity to give to those who needed more than she. At eighteen she was sent to a girl's school in the Earth Kingdom by her high-powered father and learned their culture. She became rather fond of the Earthies and chose to continue her life there after graduating from the school in her twentieth year. At twenty-two tragedy struck her home and she rushed back in time to clasp her father's cold hand and whisper a tearful goodbye. Since then, the young woman has traveled the world in search of some bigger purpose. Her frequent stops at home, to replenish her money pouch and see her mother for a visit, always break her heart, and she comes from the snowy Water Tribe with a newfound vengence for life.
Sample RP:[/u] *From another site, ignore the plot*
"Two silver coins and the info is yours," rumbled the man, throwing the street beyond his right shoulder a furtive glance to see if anyone was paying special attention to the pair. The seeker of information, a young woman with eerie brown eyes that narrowed at the price, too looked around before dropping the pieces in his gnarled, rough hands. She'd eat a lean dinner that night, but it was all worth it.
"They meet every Monday at that old shack thar," whispered the man, his voice telling of too many fire-breathing feats and a weariness that came from the eternal war he'd grown up with. Ninaome looked to where he was indicating and thanked him briskly, eager to get away from his charred smell and unnerving, suggestive expressions. She pulled her hooded cloak further around her shoulders and stepped out of the shadowed alley. Cackling crazily, the old bum turned and fled up the narrow street. Ninaome rolled her eyes and pulled up the hood, the hem of the soft fabric dropping over her eyes. She had paid dearly for that information; Moon Spirit above, she hoped it was accurate.
Since it was nearing twilight, the young woman decided to give the wino's story a try. She nodded hello at the few Fire Nation citizens who passed her, giving her nothing more than a fleeting glance. No one wanted to be out after dark. Ninaome climbed the rickety steps of the old shack, nothing more than a broom closet in size, and knocked. The door creaked with the impact of her knuckles. Nothing else happened.
She was about to turn and pursue the old man who had stolen her money when the door opened a crack. "Who goes?" came a voice, young, with an accent of the Fire Nation.
"A rebel," she whispered even softer than he. The man behind the door hesitated before opening the door and bading her enter. Her heart began to thump as she crossed the threshold of the door, wondering what truly lay beyond.
Age:[/u] Twenty-three
Gender:[/u] Female
Nation:[/u] Water Tribe
Bender?:[/u] Yes
Physique/Appearance:[/u]
Ninaome has soft, mousy brown hair that reaches just below her shoulders, prefering it long and messy. She never restrains it with a ribbon like most of her peers, loving the feel of the howling wind blowing through her hair. However, a beaded cotton bandana does keep her head warm during the colder months. Her eyes are light brown and expressive. There is never a shortage of emotion on her face. She is very average in height and weight, but her feet are a little bigger than what would be normal proportions.
Clothing:[/u] Including the bandana, Ninaome wears everything blue and white. She puts several layers to keep herself warm when traveling in the frigid glaciers of the North Pole, including skin-tight white leggings under short blue shorts. Her white undershirt also peeks out from under a blue, long-sleeved sweater-like article that keeps her arms from stiffening, therefore enhancing her waterbending. An ice-diamond necklace on a silver chain hangs around her neck. Ninaome also wears gloves and thick winter boots to keep her extremities warm. The modern parka, hemmed with seal-penguin fur, also accompanies her when she is in her hometown.
When cruising warmer climates, she abandons the heavy parka known to her people and acquires a cape to blend in more with her surroundings. She hides the necklace under her collar to ward off a potential thief and does not carry a pack with her, using the layers of fabric to cushion the small amounts of money she carries for food and information.
Weapons:[/u] Ninaome does not carry weapons nor a pack for her things. She travels with light amounts of money and does not acquire trinkets.
Animals:[/u] None. She knows it would amount to a lot to take care of a pet as well as herself in strange lands.
Personality:[/u] There is a certain sarcastic quality that attatches itself to Ninaome's eyes when she is around others. She is witty and bright, choosing to bring down certain others' egos with sharp words instead of icey Waterbending. On a more personal note, Ninaome is distrustful of most men, though the reason for this is unknown since her history does not include any treachery on their part. The young woman usually chooses to sit on the sidelines instead of finding herself in the spotlight, all the better to observe and learn. She has always been a quick study with everything from Waterbending to arithmetic. She is a deeply religious girl when it comes to the Moon Spirit, giving her homage every night before turning into bed.
History:[/u] Ninaome was born into an aristocratic family in the Water Tribe and grew up with just enough to be considered content and in want of nothing. An idiot might call her spoiled but she never passed up the opportunity to give to those who needed more than she. At eighteen she was sent to a girl's school in the Earth Kingdom by her high-powered father and learned their culture. She became rather fond of the Earthies and chose to continue her life there after graduating from the school in her twentieth year. At twenty-two tragedy struck her home and she rushed back in time to clasp her father's cold hand and whisper a tearful goodbye. Since then, the young woman has traveled the world in search of some bigger purpose. Her frequent stops at home, to replenish her money pouch and see her mother for a visit, always break her heart, and she comes from the snowy Water Tribe with a newfound vengence for life.
Sample RP:[/u] *From another site, ignore the plot*
"Two silver coins and the info is yours," rumbled the man, throwing the street beyond his right shoulder a furtive glance to see if anyone was paying special attention to the pair. The seeker of information, a young woman with eerie brown eyes that narrowed at the price, too looked around before dropping the pieces in his gnarled, rough hands. She'd eat a lean dinner that night, but it was all worth it.
"They meet every Monday at that old shack thar," whispered the man, his voice telling of too many fire-breathing feats and a weariness that came from the eternal war he'd grown up with. Ninaome looked to where he was indicating and thanked him briskly, eager to get away from his charred smell and unnerving, suggestive expressions. She pulled her hooded cloak further around her shoulders and stepped out of the shadowed alley. Cackling crazily, the old bum turned and fled up the narrow street. Ninaome rolled her eyes and pulled up the hood, the hem of the soft fabric dropping over her eyes. She had paid dearly for that information; Moon Spirit above, she hoped it was accurate.
Since it was nearing twilight, the young woman decided to give the wino's story a try. She nodded hello at the few Fire Nation citizens who passed her, giving her nothing more than a fleeting glance. No one wanted to be out after dark. Ninaome climbed the rickety steps of the old shack, nothing more than a broom closet in size, and knocked. The door creaked with the impact of her knuckles. Nothing else happened.
She was about to turn and pursue the old man who had stolen her money when the door opened a crack. "Who goes?" came a voice, young, with an accent of the Fire Nation.
"A rebel," she whispered even softer than he. The man behind the door hesitated before opening the door and bading her enter. Her heart began to thump as she crossed the threshold of the door, wondering what truly lay beyond.
