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9 yrs ago
Current Being done with school is nicee, I just wanna sleep all the time. Hah..
9 yrs ago
Freeee~~~
9 yrs ago
Yay work. I'll hopefully get everyone replied to after my last exams tomorrow~~~^^
9 yrs ago
4 more days, then I'm free from school. Only exams left.
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Why do I hafta work when I just wanna sleep?
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Bio

Hello Call me Alice. Hmmm generic info go!! I'm currently 21 give it a few months and I'm sure that'll change, I'm balancing being a full-time student with working four nights a week. So not always able to reply straight away, honestly most of my replies are more then likely going to be type on my mobile at work, hahh.. Besides that I like to think I'm friendly and easy to approach, I'm flexible in what and who I role play, I'm not picky. If it seems fun I'm in. Umm I guess that's it for now. So talk to me, I don't bite much. ~ Alice

Most Recent Posts

In Lantern 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll post soon! Got kidnapped to the beach, and actually just got engaged. Hahh...
In Lantern 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Will try as well~

Being done with school is nicee, I just wanna sleep all the time. Hah..
In Lantern 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ohhhhh, yay post~~~
In Lantern 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
This one thinks @Mokley is a slacker~ ^.^

I'm free from school come Monday~~~
Okie dokie~^^
In Lantern 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll be around~


Name:
Moria

Age:
24

Apparent Age:
20

Height:
167 cm

Weight:
65.8 kg

Eye Color:
Icy Blue

Hair Color:
Black

Physical Identifiers:
The strange glow from her eyes as if they held a swirling storm of snow and ice giving them a truly iced look almost grey in color.

Appearance:
A seemingly fragile looking woman, one could even call her a wisp of a person; besides her piercing eyes the black haired guardian has little else for striking physical features, it almost looks as if the wind could carry her away. She tends to dress in black garb, its drapes and hangs on her loosely floating around her when she walks, adding more towards her desired image of being an avatar of the god. Her skin stands in a soft contrast against the dark clothing adding to the ethereal image making her already white skin seem ghostly at times; the only color to accompany her person is a bright blue flower perched in her hair, a trinket once said to belong to her mother.

Equipment/Personal Possessions:

Moria has little of her own worldly possessions, merely having to ask from the tribe to receive what is needed to assure the wellbeing of all in her care. She carries the floral relic of her mother, the previous Daughter, who inherited it from her mother and in turn Moria will give to her daughter when the Wind accepts her into his care. In a small pouch she carries the tools for fire starting and those for the sharpening and affirming the magic of her dagger. A ceremonial blade, inscribed with the blessing of the North Wind, another possession to pass on to the next Daughter. The only item that will not leave her when the time comes is the small ivory pendant, proof of her status and of her bound with the tribe and their Wind.

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Tribe/Village:
Skeiron

Titles/Occupation:
Daughter of the North Wind

Languages Spoken:
Common, English, Zulu, Spanish, and Arabic

Languages Written:
Common, Zulu, and English

Opinion of the Ruse:.

Children of the Wind of Times Past.

The people of the tribes believe that the Ruse are past guardians who manage crossing the Dead Winds back to the living realm for the protection of the world against the Oncoming Storm. They are to be revered and respected and those that aren’t chosen by the gods should not acknowledge them in fear of invoking the wrath of the Winds.


Opinion of Outsiders:
Outsiders are generally welcomed to the tribes, they bring news, goods and teachings of the far realms and in return can take the teaching of the Anemoism back with them to their homes so that the Winds may be welcomed in new places and the Children will once more inherit the Skies.


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Hopes and Dreams:
Moria like all of the Children hope that they will be the ones to bring back the Winds to the world. She dreams of a time like the stories, of riding the air on the harbingers of the Winds.

Likes and Desires:
Moria likes the flowers that grow on the northern plains, the way the wind picks them up sending the petals flurrying around in a dance. She also has a fondness for sweet things, often having one or two on her person.

Fears and Dislikes:
Moria fears that she won’t be able to fill her mother’s shoes, having only taken the title 5 years ago. She dislikes listening to the lectures of Elders during Meets, gathering of the tribes, and would rather spend the time with her fellow Children speaking about the Wind. Having learned all of their prophesies and stories from her cradle she dislikes others ignoring her interpretation of their meaning, so stuck on the Elders thoughts on them.

Secrets and Regrets:
Not many know what happened to Moria’s mother; they figured she had left as the children often do when they are called to the wilds. In truth she had died, not by Moria’s hand though the girl believes it to be her fault, she was wild and recklessly playing in the fields when a Gaiacian scout stumbled across her intending on taking her for a wife had her mother not saved the younger Moria taking the blow instead of her. She regrets not staying to see what happened to her mother, she ran when told, she believes her to be dead and that she didn’t truthfully obtain her position in the tribe.

Personality:
Despite her seemingly aloof appearance Moria is a rather happy person, often found playing with the tribes children or working with the stable master to tend to their mounts and herds. She often has a smile on her face even when annoyed or upset about something having learned to place the needs of the tribes above her own. She was there to protect them, not have them coddle her. She firmly believes her faith and purpose in life is to bring the North Wind back and that is the extent of her being alive. Mild tempered and generally not a violent person, Moria tends to keep things gentle yet firm when dealing with others though there have been times she’s been forced to fight or bring judgment down upon those in the tribe that broke tradition and the unspoken rules. Easily approachable she has become a role model and ideal citizen in her tribe, that she should be what others strive to become.

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Relatives:
Balraj- Medicine Man of the Tribe- Moria’s Father- Only Living Relative
Originally a nomad from the south, Balraj was found sick and weak at the entrance to the tribe and taken in by the Daughter, Moria’s mother, who nursed him back to health whispering the prayers of the Winds in his ear praying for them to blow the sickness away from him. He became so enamored with her and her strange faith in the Winds staying for longer and longer to learn more of her, passing it off as him teaching others about the healing herbs found in their territory and was soon welcomed as a medicine man, one favored but not chosen by the Winds, a new believer.


Friends:
Aira- Daughter of the South Wind
A highly spirited girl, always running and riding with the warriors of the tribe using the warm south wind to push them to new speeds, she adores Moria’s ethereal looks and would easily change them for her tan skin and golden brown hair, wild and free feathers laced through the random braids, bright blue eyes melding beautifully against the skin as her arms jingle with babbles and trinkets symbols of wealth and used in invoking the South Wind.


Bavol- Son of the East Wind
A solemn young man, the youngest of the four but easily the most pretentious always rambling on about the end times and how they need to hurry up and beckon it in to renew the world, his dark hair and blue eyes match Moria’s the best and rumors of a possibly betrothal are wisping around the tribes though he seems to have little interest in her, often too obsessed with his book to pay attention to the girls giggling and vying for his attention. The phrases in the book were not kind to those that could not speak them properly to invoke the East Wind.


Guthrie- Son of the West Wind
A bright man, if only he could temper down his childish and playful nature, he can always be found laughing and/or running from the scene of a prank. His bright blue eyes a lovely contrast against the bright red of his hair, no one knows if it’s natural or if it’s dyed with those the traders sell to the Elders. When he isn’t causing trouble he can be found helping the elderly with their chores and housework before joining the gathers out to pick berries snitching a few as he works the sun glittering off the bangles adorning his ankles jingling as he runs around in a melodic manor, often accompanied by his soft voice as he sings on the gentle breeze to invoke the West Wind.


Enemies:
Gaiacians- Nomadic Clans of the Earth
A wandering band of clans that believe life originated from the Earth itself. They seek to reclaim their lands from the tribes, a feud lasting centuries back towards the myths of what happened those many years ago. Savage bands with little gifts for magic or mastering mounts, they stick to sneak attacks and traps to help even the score or kidnap others to indoctrinate into their ranks to continue the endless bloodshed. The last attack was 7 months ago. Dissent will surely cause another assault against the Tribes soon.


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Defining Moments:
The Ascension to Daughterhood.
Moria only has one true defining moment that she will allow to shape her.

Her right of passage.

Each tribes bares a different path to seeking their Wind God's favor.

For the Skeiron it's to ascend to the mountain top.

Moria was 18 like many others when she took her right, but unlike the others she did not have the guidance of the One Before to help see her through. She only had stories and the hearsay of the Elders. She was to ascend and seek favor of the North Wind, what else did she need to know. So on the eve of the new lunar cycle where even the moon would not rise to bare witness to the gathering storm at the mountain peaks an ominous sign as to what awaited the girl.

Three days.

Moria spent three days up there conversing with the god, and has to this day never spoken of what was said. The proof she wore around her neck was enough for others not to question her. But she was different no longer wild and headstrong, the girl had came back a woman calm and sure of herself and her role in life.


A Typical Day:
Moria awakes with the sun to great the Winds as the usher in a new day and sets about preforming the morning rituals and thanks that they may still yet stay under the Wind's favor. Once her duties as Daughter are done she spent the rest of the morning playing with the tribe children and teaching them the stories of old in hush tones and loud voices as her mother and father had taught her. By the time the sun had fully taken its place in the sky one would usually find her napping in the grove of the trees down near the Meeting place often joined by her friends as they speak of things far over the heads of their villagers. She cherishes those few idol moments before returning back up the pass to help prepare dinner and send the tribe back into the night with the peace and protection of the North Wind.

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And she's done~~
I'm not quite done but I hafta leave for work, so figure it be safer to post it then my computer eating it. hah. ^^"


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