Post by carina on Nov 5, 2009 19:15:52 GMT -6
Name: Carina
Age: 16
Gender: Never questioned, hard headed, sometimes bossy, and alway up for a fight, she is undoubtedly female
Race: Some say a lower race, but yet, not the lowest. Human
Alliance (dark/light/neutral/none): Neutral
Appearance: A kiss of light in sudden darkness, the lovely Princess Carina of Moyen stand directly out of that light; she emits it. Reaching to the sky at five feet six inches she barely touches the farthest regions of her own mind. She is held to Earth by the ninety six pounds of clinging felsh on her body, a slight girl even for her region. Her complextion is pale, yet suits every part of her, and heavily sheilded from the sun to keep it that way, though its not her way. The halo atop her pretty little head is the deepest red possible, flowing down her back in great thick waves, licking at her waist like flames. Usually let free and wild as choice, but most times she is made to braid it. When she is let have her way she ties ribbon, flowers, beads, whatever catches her fancy, into her hair, and most elegantly at that. During the summer months she cannot usually be found without a flower in it. Her eyes are something she never quite grew out of, big and round, childlike yet so womanly, they could draw you in from across the room. Her eyes are a brown color, yet, not just brown, it cannot be pinpointed exactly what color. In most lights the color looks redish, in others, near black. Her lips, always set in an odd sort of cute little pout, although she is not as spoiled as some would believe a princess to be. A pale colored pink set just right with her other features, plump and ready for anything, mostly, at anytime. Her smile, oh, her smile! When those lips curl to let those teeth show, a room lights up, a star burns hotter and greater, something changes.
Though not alowed to 'taint' her face, she is a girl, a girl that was not let do some things most girls do; experiment. Although at home she is never found doing the forbidden things, she does go off on her own and do them. If she goes to town, she is often disguised with black, green, and silver kohl around her eyes, pale lips, and head of hair wild and untamed. When in town she is not touched, for she blends as any other girl might, in dark robes that hide tight simply clothing beneath. To her, the makeup around her represents more than unnatural beauty. Black, to her, reminds her of the underworld, of the evil and sick beauty of their world. Green, the earth around her, the thing they live on and around, the thing that protects them from other worlds. And silver, the highnesses of course, the gods, the people above that watch the earth in glee, passion, and anger. The colors to her represent life and everything in it.
At home again, she is allowed to strike her colors with as much creativity as she likes that is possible, or at least, no one has every spoke against it. She wears the colors of her fancy, whatever mood she is in for the day. Her clothing hugs her dainty figure perfectly, tighthly, leaving plenty to the imagination while dropping hints, but not many. Not yet full grown but well enough into her body, she has an hourglass shape, pale skin all around, soft as could be, not a blemish to be seen. Seen is the key word. She has a scar on her lower hip, straight across with a small jagged wave, no one has ever seen it besides her though, she sheilds it fiercly, refusing to tell the story to even herself any longer.
Personality: Carina is soft little creature when it all comes down to it though, she will stand for what she believes in. She stands back for now, lets herself become a weapon, a peace treaty, a common daughter who's parents want her married off and well soon, to get her out of their kingdom thats become such a mess. Inside, she's dieing though. She hates being walked on, being used and abused and not loved. A true woman at hiding her feelings and not going into fits of emotion at random times. She wants to stand up and help the people that have watched her grow up, but she doesnt have that kind of power and everytime she tries to help, she is taken out of the room. She tries to keep her anger in check, but when alone, she lets it show in rages and forces that have built to the highest of points. Anger is a powerful emotion, and most of the time she can keep it in check, but she is a woman for gods sake. Emotion is not usually a subject her parents talk to her about, and she doubts they care enough.
Sadness is a huge weight on Carina's shoulders. So many people are dieing around her, so much distruction is falling at her doorstep that she has no where to turn, for she cannot release her help on her own, nor will anyone listen to her for she is a girl. Her father is trying to get her away, pushing her away from her, and before the attacks on the city, she had been quite the daddy's girl, It's put such a strain on them that there is no such relationship at all, it is like shes living in his city, under the same roof, and that is it. Her little kitten Shya helps her though her loneliness and her emotions, though Shya has more secrets hidden in her than anyone has yet to discover besides Carina.
Carina has also been known to go, disguised, into town and do little things to help. See those dieing off, feed a few hungry kids with whatever she has, anything to make the suffering a little less hard. She's got a big heart, but many havent been able to look past her status, her appearance, or her attitude to see it.
History: The princess of Moyen was raised in the middle of transitional time. Good times turning to bad times, friends becomming foes, and it put a bit of a damper on her childhood. She played with many children, but never had any true friends, which she's always yerned for. Her childhood consisted of stories and fairy tales and sheilding from the outside world, which ended on her 10th birthday. She got to see first hand some of her playmates families dieing, some of her playmates crying over their bodies. She then on out had no more playmates. She was no longer allowed to go out to town, and no longer to talk to anyone that came to the castle at all except her mother and father. When she turned 14 and did disobey her parents, she got her scar. At 15, her parents began trying to send her off to be married, but none have caught their fancy enough. Now, 16 years old, she's subject to bad mood changes and lashing out from her father, a worried, clammed up mother who just doesnt understand her anymore, and a dieing country.
Abilites:Abilities: Sight and Sound: Carina has the ability to see things most humans cannot. She can see things mythical creatures leave behind, and she can sense nymphs. She also thinks she could possibly sense a god or goddess, but doesnt think they would bother even comming to her kingdom.
Earth Manipulation: Basically Carina can manipulate most forms of earth and what lies in it. Growing plants and foods and flowers are not the only thing. If she wishes, Carina can make small Earthquakes and mudslides, though she dares not try to make bigger ones. She can also work well with metals if allowed to.
Disabilities:] Most of Carina's disabilities come from her inability to speak her mind and opinion to her father. Her father is her ultimate fall, she doesnt feel right next to him, nor does she feel wanted by him, so any idea that he shoots down on hers, she lets die, and tries not to even heal it.
Another disability is her people's sorrow and grief. She hates seeing people miserable, and she'd do anything to help a truely hurt person, which could be the downfall to her whole person. Her people, she loves them, they are her true family, she'd do anything to please them and get their approval.
Restrictions on her Earth Manipulation abilities are somewhat great. She cannot bring forth any type of earth out of thin air, she cannot control weather at any rate or decrease/increase the chemicals her plants give off.
With her sight and sound power, Carina can only guess what the creatures are, she has no sense of who they are. She can sense the gods/godess's (Doesnt know it yet) but she cannot get them to sense her if they do not wish, altough they will know she can see them.
Sample; The princess of Moyen sat in the room that was supposedly hers, staring out her window longily. Shya sat in her lap purring loudly as Carina's fingers stroked her head softly. Her eyes were trained on the rain dribbling on her window, lightening streaked through the sky, and thunder came in with great rumbling emotion. Although she was in the room, Carina was stuck in her own mind. Her dress shifted as Shya tried to get Carina to continue, but Carina could not be disturbed. She was thinking on the previous night, when she had snuck out under her makeup and cloths. She had gone into the woods, stupid as that was in this time, what with all the terrible 'accidents' these days, but the woods were her escape. She had planned on trying out her growing magic, her manipulation power, she had wanted to begin growing trees, and possible, find something of value by sensing it, but those goals had been deminished as she stepped into the magical place.
*Little by little
We begin to blend,
Little by little,
We begin to mend,
Little by little,
We are forgotton,
Little by little,
We grow again.*
It was the song that had drawn her deeper into the woods, a terribly beautiful sound of many voices together, all chanting the same song. She dug her way to the sound and held her breath at the sight. It was to clear to her that the group of women were tree nymphs, beautiful in ways, yet terrifying. Their music kept on and got louder at the same time, bringing Carina dangerously close. One nymph saw her and stopped singing, signaling to her sisters. The other nymphs soon stopped and stared at her, Carina had no idea what to think, though she was not frightened. One nymph with oversized eyes and hair cut short stepped foward and asked her something in a foreign language. Carina shrugged and signaled she didnt speak that language, the nymph stamped her foot, shaking the earth around the princess of Moyen, she then understood.
How was it possible? A nymph like power? Was the nymph something else, a witch of a nymph? Carina had never heard of one, but everything was possible.
"What are you doing here child?" Carina blushed lightly. "I am sorry maidens, I heard your song, and i brought me here." The nymphs began chittering at once, and the one in front of Carina stared. "How did you hear us young one? We are nymphs, we cannot be heard by humans." Carina bit her lip and bowed her head. The nymphs corrected her, a beautiful, smiling one stepped up. "Ohhh, can't the rest of us see? Our young sister here is gifted, she has a sense gift, two at that!" The nymph came up to her. "I am Pininly, and these are my sisters." Carina curtsied. "I am Carina, Princess of Moyen, the dying kingdom." She added the last part softly, hurt in her voice. "Oh, we know who you are! We've watched you many years!"
Watched her? When, in her fits of solitude, when she sobbed in the garden by herself, watched?
"Do not be sad! Heavens no! Everyone dies, and everyone lives and thrives off of it! We nymphs are being forgotton, but we are still her, my dear, better times shall come, Gininly has seen it! She usually guesses right!" The shyest of the nymphs shrugged back and ran off, the rest following, leaving Carnina in their dust to think their words over.
Shya brought Carina back to the present and she lifted her kitten to face her and look her in the eyes. "If you could talk, you'd tell me to be quiet, wouldnt you?" The kitten mewed happily and Carnina put it to her neck and stood, her green dress settling back around her, earning a shake of disaproval. She walked barefoot down the halls to her fathers study and peeked in; he was alone indeed, and deep in thought. "Father?" She asked softly. He looked up, he was in a good mood. "Yes child?" Carina stepped into the room, her little kitten tilting its head around. "Do you believe in magic?" Her father gave her a look. "I believe that cat looks so much like you and acts so much like you, that it could acually replace you." Carina gasped and looked down at the ground. "Oh shush child, times are hard, stop with these nonsense pitty pat questions and get to the real one." He had caught her!
He''s still a father, and used to be a good one....
"What is true evil? Is there any real good?" Her father thought a long moment, opened his mouth, then shut it. An advisor ran into the room and Carina sunk out of the room, disapointment shimmering on her face. "Ill never get the answer, will I Shya?" The kitten dragged her tongue against Carinas cheek as she sighed, she wanted to cure the uncurible, but never had the chance to even try.
OOC Name: Neko Cheeka
Contacts(Required) Disenchanted_mcr_fan@hotmail.com
Age: 16
Gender: Never questioned, hard headed, sometimes bossy, and alway up for a fight, she is undoubtedly female
Race: Some say a lower race, but yet, not the lowest. Human
Alliance (dark/light/neutral/none): Neutral
Appearance: A kiss of light in sudden darkness, the lovely Princess Carina of Moyen stand directly out of that light; she emits it. Reaching to the sky at five feet six inches she barely touches the farthest regions of her own mind. She is held to Earth by the ninety six pounds of clinging felsh on her body, a slight girl even for her region. Her complextion is pale, yet suits every part of her, and heavily sheilded from the sun to keep it that way, though its not her way. The halo atop her pretty little head is the deepest red possible, flowing down her back in great thick waves, licking at her waist like flames. Usually let free and wild as choice, but most times she is made to braid it. When she is let have her way she ties ribbon, flowers, beads, whatever catches her fancy, into her hair, and most elegantly at that. During the summer months she cannot usually be found without a flower in it. Her eyes are something she never quite grew out of, big and round, childlike yet so womanly, they could draw you in from across the room. Her eyes are a brown color, yet, not just brown, it cannot be pinpointed exactly what color. In most lights the color looks redish, in others, near black. Her lips, always set in an odd sort of cute little pout, although she is not as spoiled as some would believe a princess to be. A pale colored pink set just right with her other features, plump and ready for anything, mostly, at anytime. Her smile, oh, her smile! When those lips curl to let those teeth show, a room lights up, a star burns hotter and greater, something changes.
Though not alowed to 'taint' her face, she is a girl, a girl that was not let do some things most girls do; experiment. Although at home she is never found doing the forbidden things, she does go off on her own and do them. If she goes to town, she is often disguised with black, green, and silver kohl around her eyes, pale lips, and head of hair wild and untamed. When in town she is not touched, for she blends as any other girl might, in dark robes that hide tight simply clothing beneath. To her, the makeup around her represents more than unnatural beauty. Black, to her, reminds her of the underworld, of the evil and sick beauty of their world. Green, the earth around her, the thing they live on and around, the thing that protects them from other worlds. And silver, the highnesses of course, the gods, the people above that watch the earth in glee, passion, and anger. The colors to her represent life and everything in it.
At home again, she is allowed to strike her colors with as much creativity as she likes that is possible, or at least, no one has every spoke against it. She wears the colors of her fancy, whatever mood she is in for the day. Her clothing hugs her dainty figure perfectly, tighthly, leaving plenty to the imagination while dropping hints, but not many. Not yet full grown but well enough into her body, she has an hourglass shape, pale skin all around, soft as could be, not a blemish to be seen. Seen is the key word. She has a scar on her lower hip, straight across with a small jagged wave, no one has ever seen it besides her though, she sheilds it fiercly, refusing to tell the story to even herself any longer.
Personality: Carina is soft little creature when it all comes down to it though, she will stand for what she believes in. She stands back for now, lets herself become a weapon, a peace treaty, a common daughter who's parents want her married off and well soon, to get her out of their kingdom thats become such a mess. Inside, she's dieing though. She hates being walked on, being used and abused and not loved. A true woman at hiding her feelings and not going into fits of emotion at random times. She wants to stand up and help the people that have watched her grow up, but she doesnt have that kind of power and everytime she tries to help, she is taken out of the room. She tries to keep her anger in check, but when alone, she lets it show in rages and forces that have built to the highest of points. Anger is a powerful emotion, and most of the time she can keep it in check, but she is a woman for gods sake. Emotion is not usually a subject her parents talk to her about, and she doubts they care enough.
Sadness is a huge weight on Carina's shoulders. So many people are dieing around her, so much distruction is falling at her doorstep that she has no where to turn, for she cannot release her help on her own, nor will anyone listen to her for she is a girl. Her father is trying to get her away, pushing her away from her, and before the attacks on the city, she had been quite the daddy's girl, It's put such a strain on them that there is no such relationship at all, it is like shes living in his city, under the same roof, and that is it. Her little kitten Shya helps her though her loneliness and her emotions, though Shya has more secrets hidden in her than anyone has yet to discover besides Carina.
Carina has also been known to go, disguised, into town and do little things to help. See those dieing off, feed a few hungry kids with whatever she has, anything to make the suffering a little less hard. She's got a big heart, but many havent been able to look past her status, her appearance, or her attitude to see it.
History: The princess of Moyen was raised in the middle of transitional time. Good times turning to bad times, friends becomming foes, and it put a bit of a damper on her childhood. She played with many children, but never had any true friends, which she's always yerned for. Her childhood consisted of stories and fairy tales and sheilding from the outside world, which ended on her 10th birthday. She got to see first hand some of her playmates families dieing, some of her playmates crying over their bodies. She then on out had no more playmates. She was no longer allowed to go out to town, and no longer to talk to anyone that came to the castle at all except her mother and father. When she turned 14 and did disobey her parents, she got her scar. At 15, her parents began trying to send her off to be married, but none have caught their fancy enough. Now, 16 years old, she's subject to bad mood changes and lashing out from her father, a worried, clammed up mother who just doesnt understand her anymore, and a dieing country.
Abilites:Abilities: Sight and Sound: Carina has the ability to see things most humans cannot. She can see things mythical creatures leave behind, and she can sense nymphs. She also thinks she could possibly sense a god or goddess, but doesnt think they would bother even comming to her kingdom.
Earth Manipulation: Basically Carina can manipulate most forms of earth and what lies in it. Growing plants and foods and flowers are not the only thing. If she wishes, Carina can make small Earthquakes and mudslides, though she dares not try to make bigger ones. She can also work well with metals if allowed to.
Disabilities:] Most of Carina's disabilities come from her inability to speak her mind and opinion to her father. Her father is her ultimate fall, she doesnt feel right next to him, nor does she feel wanted by him, so any idea that he shoots down on hers, she lets die, and tries not to even heal it.
Another disability is her people's sorrow and grief. She hates seeing people miserable, and she'd do anything to help a truely hurt person, which could be the downfall to her whole person. Her people, she loves them, they are her true family, she'd do anything to please them and get their approval.
Restrictions on her Earth Manipulation abilities are somewhat great. She cannot bring forth any type of earth out of thin air, she cannot control weather at any rate or decrease/increase the chemicals her plants give off.
With her sight and sound power, Carina can only guess what the creatures are, she has no sense of who they are. She can sense the gods/godess's (Doesnt know it yet) but she cannot get them to sense her if they do not wish, altough they will know she can see them.
Sample; The princess of Moyen sat in the room that was supposedly hers, staring out her window longily. Shya sat in her lap purring loudly as Carina's fingers stroked her head softly. Her eyes were trained on the rain dribbling on her window, lightening streaked through the sky, and thunder came in with great rumbling emotion. Although she was in the room, Carina was stuck in her own mind. Her dress shifted as Shya tried to get Carina to continue, but Carina could not be disturbed. She was thinking on the previous night, when she had snuck out under her makeup and cloths. She had gone into the woods, stupid as that was in this time, what with all the terrible 'accidents' these days, but the woods were her escape. She had planned on trying out her growing magic, her manipulation power, she had wanted to begin growing trees, and possible, find something of value by sensing it, but those goals had been deminished as she stepped into the magical place.
*Little by little
We begin to blend,
Little by little,
We begin to mend,
Little by little,
We are forgotton,
Little by little,
We grow again.*
It was the song that had drawn her deeper into the woods, a terribly beautiful sound of many voices together, all chanting the same song. She dug her way to the sound and held her breath at the sight. It was to clear to her that the group of women were tree nymphs, beautiful in ways, yet terrifying. Their music kept on and got louder at the same time, bringing Carina dangerously close. One nymph saw her and stopped singing, signaling to her sisters. The other nymphs soon stopped and stared at her, Carina had no idea what to think, though she was not frightened. One nymph with oversized eyes and hair cut short stepped foward and asked her something in a foreign language. Carina shrugged and signaled she didnt speak that language, the nymph stamped her foot, shaking the earth around the princess of Moyen, she then understood.
How was it possible? A nymph like power? Was the nymph something else, a witch of a nymph? Carina had never heard of one, but everything was possible.
"What are you doing here child?" Carina blushed lightly. "I am sorry maidens, I heard your song, and i brought me here." The nymphs began chittering at once, and the one in front of Carina stared. "How did you hear us young one? We are nymphs, we cannot be heard by humans." Carina bit her lip and bowed her head. The nymphs corrected her, a beautiful, smiling one stepped up. "Ohhh, can't the rest of us see? Our young sister here is gifted, she has a sense gift, two at that!" The nymph came up to her. "I am Pininly, and these are my sisters." Carina curtsied. "I am Carina, Princess of Moyen, the dying kingdom." She added the last part softly, hurt in her voice. "Oh, we know who you are! We've watched you many years!"
Watched her? When, in her fits of solitude, when she sobbed in the garden by herself, watched?
"Do not be sad! Heavens no! Everyone dies, and everyone lives and thrives off of it! We nymphs are being forgotton, but we are still her, my dear, better times shall come, Gininly has seen it! She usually guesses right!" The shyest of the nymphs shrugged back and ran off, the rest following, leaving Carnina in their dust to think their words over.
Shya brought Carina back to the present and she lifted her kitten to face her and look her in the eyes. "If you could talk, you'd tell me to be quiet, wouldnt you?" The kitten mewed happily and Carnina put it to her neck and stood, her green dress settling back around her, earning a shake of disaproval. She walked barefoot down the halls to her fathers study and peeked in; he was alone indeed, and deep in thought. "Father?" She asked softly. He looked up, he was in a good mood. "Yes child?" Carina stepped into the room, her little kitten tilting its head around. "Do you believe in magic?" Her father gave her a look. "I believe that cat looks so much like you and acts so much like you, that it could acually replace you." Carina gasped and looked down at the ground. "Oh shush child, times are hard, stop with these nonsense pitty pat questions and get to the real one." He had caught her!
He''s still a father, and used to be a good one....
"What is true evil? Is there any real good?" Her father thought a long moment, opened his mouth, then shut it. An advisor ran into the room and Carina sunk out of the room, disapointment shimmering on her face. "Ill never get the answer, will I Shya?" The kitten dragged her tongue against Carinas cheek as she sighed, she wanted to cure the uncurible, but never had the chance to even try.
OOC Name: Neko Cheeka
Contacts(Required) Disenchanted_mcr_fan@hotmail.com
