[u][b]Denemika of the Bellady Nation[/b][/u] [img]http://i1305.photobucket.com/albums/s550/BOINGSY/tattoowarlady_zpsba36a490.jpg[/img] [b][u]Name[/u]:[/b] Denemika. But I like it when you call me 'Mika.' I do. [b][u]Age[/u]:[/b] 24. [b][u]Gender[/u]:[/b] Can you not see? I am 6'4". 210lbs. I am very much a woman. ~~~~~ [b][u]Role/Title[/u]:[/b] [i]“Hunter”. Sister of the Moon and Priestess of the Ground.[/i] [i]Mana Enhanced: Can see in the dark, move in silence, merge with shadow, sharpened senses and reactions, nocturnal animal affinity, bond with a tiger, cast spells of oracle and messaging with spirits. Skills: Rituals and rites, keen senses, hunting/survival/first-aid, strength, climbing, running, close combat, spear, dagger, shield, short swords, armour weaving, animal training [/i] I have passed my rites. I know all the rituals of my people. I am a Priestess of the Ground. My Mana is strong with the Earth. My body and actions tells me so. But I am also a Sister of the Moon. I am the fastest hunter along the ground and through the trees. I have fought, I have killed, I have sacrificed enemies of my peoples to send my fallen sisters and brothers to rest easy in their home on the Others' Side. I carry all weaponry and kits necessary upon my person. I have a love-partner, I have a four-legged soul sister, and I have even captured a worthy male. I have birthed one child from that male. I took him and ate its heart so that our baby may be strong and bound to the ground. That baby will be worthy of his rites and rituals; he will be always be there for his people. He has to. But he will never know his birth mother. He will never utter my name. I will never allow him such shame. ~~~~~ [b][u]Personality[/u]:[/b] [i]A mother tiger in the body of a woman.[/i] [i]Wild, curious, friendly/family-oriented, blunt, violent, tenacious, loyal, honourable/honour-bound, abides by cultural rites and rituals, and flirty, fun and playfully capricious at times. Can read 'outsider' language and speak it at basic levels [/i] I miss them. I remember them. All of them. Even though I have no right to keep them so close to my thoughts and heartbeats... I will still remember them even if it is forbidden for them to remember me. I still pray. I still offer the voices of the Ground my songs, dances and blood. They take me to this woman of importance; this [i]Queen.[/i] They say I must protect her, fight for her. Live for her; Kill for her. What honour does she have? I am told it is only blood that gives her title; not her actions. What does she do to be revered in awe or fear? Our eldest mothers and leaders have their stories written upon their skin. Each attested and witnessed by ritual; when they preside, the voice of the Mothers in the Ground sing of their deeds, triumphs, failures and pains. So then... this woman... this [i]Queen...[/i] I will keep my thoughts to myself to others for the moment. And though I will keep my oath to my people... by sisters and brothers soul embraced by the Ground, I will not be subservient to this [i]Queen[/i] unless she proves herself worthy to be respected and followed. I will not... ...unless she has a firm biteable bottom... rawr... hahahah...! ~~~~~ [b][u]History[/u]:[/b] [i]Bound by honour to leave her peoples to never return for she will become tainted by outsider forces/customs. But she undertakes the most honourble act of ancestral sacrifice to keep her peoples protected from the ruling outsider takeover.[/i] In my homeland, they loved me. I was grown as a hunter. My bloodline is that of large bodied females. Not the lovely plump ones that populate and run the feed and stitch huts, no, I am a big woman grown for pure brutal physicality. I am meant to fight, hunt and protect us. I was not one of the taller girls growing up. They used to fight me and tease me because of who my father was. But I would always push back. I always had to prove that I could run with them. That is how I earned my Face with them. You see, my father was an Outsider. That is who my mother captured; that is where I received my name. [i]Denemika means “Moon eyes.” [/i]That is why I like it when you call me Mika. It means Moon. Old Lady Moon watches over the hunters. I love her as much as She still loves me... oh, that silly old maiden... never had her lady parts tickled. That's why she's so fickle. Hahahah... But as I was saying... I earned Face with my sister hunters when I outran the lead one of our pack, Ellianis. But still. She needed to prove she was still lead and so she would be me into submission. But no. I was ready. I waited for that day she would raise fist or weapon to my body. I prepared. I fought back regardless of her size and weaponry. I bested her and beat her bloody. Then I wildly bit her arm, as wildly as a frothed animal would, and marked her. She was mine. I told you I prepared. I was thirteen... and I was absolutely and madly in love with her. Ever since we were little I knew we would be love-partners. When she recovered, we were tattooed and she learned to love me back. She accepted my Face. And she kneeled for my Face in time; She relented and I was to be the lead of our pack. And with such prestige grown amongst hunters, I was also taught the way of a Priestess of the Ground. The years toiled away and the inkings upon my muscular frame reflected just how very large and powerful I had become with not only flowing with Mana but also with Leading Hunt. I was much larger than Ellianis by then. It was strange to stare down upon her rather than the other way around for so long as children that was how we were. But her station was no longer that of a hunter; El became a shaman and ritual leader. Oh, how I miss her dark eyes and soft lips... but El helped me to bond with my newest sister. Yes, I earned a soul-sister. A shaggy, striped four-legged creature with gigantic paws and a disproportionately big and cute head. I killed her mother to take her hide and her feline power. My soul-sister to be was the only surviving cub and so I took the baby tiger in and, by the voices of the Ground, I trained her and performed El's rituals to bond her with my soul. Halajah was mine as much as I was hers. She would become Tomeni's big sister. She would protect him. She would die for him. Live for him; Kill for him. Oh, my sister Hala... Oh, Tomeni... how this mama loves you both so much... I had captured a male from another island tribe. He was not pale like my father, but he was just as worthy. He was large and with eyes twinkling with humour and sparking with wits... well as far as I could tell beyond the fact that he wanted to kill me and eat my own heart. But as soon as he seeded me, and by the confirmation by GrandMama Acasteles that I was indeed with child, I unchained him. He was indeed how I knew him, humour, wits. But he was also great in strength for it took me a while to beat him into awe and revelry of our peoples. And in the end as he screamed to rest with his ancestors, I took his heart. I thanked him and his ancestors and took that piece of his name for the child he provided me. “Kai'Meni” was the male's name and my mother's name was “Torenika.” [i]“To”[/i] from my proud mother, [i]“Meni”[/i] from his honoured sire. I love you Tomeni, Mama loves you and misses you so much... I can only hope your Mi'Mama Ellianis keeps you loved and your sister Halajah keeps you safe at nights. I see your name upon my breast and my hand. It is only ink, but it is all I have left of you, my little TomTom. I miss you so much, my love, my son, my joy. For came that day... that day the outsiders came to take me away. I left you all behind. My people. My island. My Love, my Sisters and Brothers, my Soul, and my Joy. My heart and home... I left it all behind because the pale male told the grandest of GrandMama's that their beloved Danemika was chosen from the outside to serve their kingdom and their kind. And as with the words of treaty agreement told us, we would exchange one each of our own with one each of theirs. They wanted a great hunter. And in place they left with us a singer. A tiny, frail, yellow headed, blue-eyed weakling girl. I was pried from my station for such a thing... she takes my place. That is not equal. But upon my honour I will take leave now to make my families proud. They will never know my name again; I am now forgotten. But I swear that when the wind blows at night, across the waters of the shores of my island, rustling through the grasses and trees of my homeland and whispers into Hala's striped tiger ears, she will know I am fine and I am still loved; I swear that that cannot be helped. I am bonded to Halajah's soul afterall. And if Elliannis asks Halajah thoughts upon Denemika then it is not my fault if Hala responds. I cannot help it if my love-partner understands the speech of beasts. And I especially cannot help it if my love-partner sings songs to her son TomTom about me during bedtime neath the light of Ol' Lady Moon. I swear it cannot be helped. Very well. Let us meet this woman of importance... let us meet this [i]Queen...[/i] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hiiii~~!! I am interested. Me. I will have a CS up tomorrow. Cuz I'm sleeeeeepy now. But oh! The bunny is thinking that she'd like to play a weirdo street rat type of thief charrie if that's okay? Oh and like what kind of picture would you likeus to use for our charries? Like do you want us to use anime/manga-ish pics? Do ya?! Do ya?! K, thanks. ~Later~~!!