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Name: Anaphe Te Nuro
Nicknames/Titles : None
Race/Type: Aurian
Age: 25 years
Gender: Female
Description of Appearance: It is the pale skin of the Aurians that most notice about them when first coming into contact with them. Their skin, which is really more of a pale blue color, is covered in tiny scales which cannot be seen from a distance. Once noticed, however, the way thag they shimmer in the sunlight is quite pretty. The rest of their body is proportionate to a human's, excepting their feet, which are slightly longer and thinner than normal. Webbing is between each of the toes, which are actually small. The feet themselves is what takes up the most volume. They are designed to push water in a very effective way, which makes the aurians fast swimmers.
The hands of Aurians are also long, with thin digits which also have webbing between them. They are still able to hold things well, for the pads of their hands are rough like shark scales, which means they have a good grip. Their eyes are often large and dark, with just the edges of their whites visible. And lastly, their hair is actually nonexistent. As it creates a drag in the water, this species has evolved to exclude the formation of hair on their bodies. Instead, their heads are covered with small grooves and patterns of their scales.
Anaphe herself is the normal height for an Aurian, which is the height of a human. Her eyes lean more towards a dark grey
Picture:
This is what I imagine her face to look like. Of course, just imagine her skin being very pale, almost blue, and also bald.
Background: Anaphe has never really been able to enjoy many comforts of life. Her family, which consists of her mother, two younger brothers, and herself, as always lived from odd job to odd job, never finding something steady to support themselves with. Anaphe has worked hard her whole life as her mother has always been sick, her brothers are still very young, 6 and 10 years of age, and her father left when she was very young. She did her best, but things began to fall apart as her mother became deathly sick. Anaphe realized that this sickness was not contagious, and yet very rare. From an old Aurian in her village, she learned that there was only one cure, and it is found above ground, on the surface. While Anaphe had never been out of the water before, she knew that if there was even one chance, she would take it. And so, leaving her brothers and mother in the care of a friend, she is on a quest to find the elusive Trelif root, the one thing that could save her mother's life.
Occupation: Anaphe has never had one steady job, and instead does whatever she can to earn money. As her mother taught her to read and write, she has been able to find work as an accountant, delivery girl, and even a mechanic at one point. There have been many other odd jobs, but most were for only a few days.
Personality: Anaphe is a hard worker, in just a few short words. She is not afraid to take any job she can, no matter what it consists of. She also has a good sense of morals and has a kind heart. But, having grown up in the slums, she knows a thing or two about rough living. She knows how to handle bullies and petty thieves, and is ready to step up for those who cannot protect themselves.
Skills/Talents: As Anaphe is a jack-of-all-trades, she knows how to do random things, like taking stock, making clothes, and such. She also is well-versed in the art of backstreet fighting.
Writing Sample:
Nothing in this cruel world had ever made Beish feel as confused as he was then. He felt afraid, angry, and yet exhilarated all at the same time. He longed to be out in the wild, doing what he did best. But then he wanted to go to his father, to curl up in his arms and forget that this had ever happened. Which was stronger? Beish could not tell. Ivros was torturing him, and he could not think straight.
As yet more words filled his mind, Beish groaned in nonexistent pain and put and hand to his head, as well as stepping back and finally leaning against the door.
"You are brave, faithful of the Betrayer. Your God was once the leader of the Kurator. You are a mislead cub, Beish the mapmaker. Beish the secretive. Strengthen your resolve and come to the Cave of Hrez for your answers... And what your God has taken from you."
"Stop... Stop it! Go away!" Beish swatted a hand out and but Ivros was gone. He would look insane to all others, he knew, but he didn't care at the moment. The man felt his heart race, pumping through his body a rush of adrenaline. He realized that he wanted to do something to get rid of this feeling of hopelessness and excitement. But what could he do?
The Cave of Hrez... Beish knew where it was, but it meant nothing to him. And yet, part of him wanted to do what Ivros had said, to see what was in store for him. Could answers be there? If he went there, would he be at peace? There was really only one way to know.
Beish realized then that his religious views were becoming muddled. That man had called Satu a "betrayer," that he had taken something from him. What? How could this be? Was this a test? It could not be. Ivros had been real; he was no illusion.What could he believe? Beish once again felt anger boil up within himself, but was unsure of who it was against? Himself?
Ivros?
...Satu?
The wind picked up for one last time, and Beish closed his eyes tightly, letting the fresh air sweep his thoughts into oblivion. He needed to look at this from a fresh angle. As the breeze died down, the man could feel a weight on his feet. Looking down, he was surprised to see a dull green pack resting on his boots. He picked it up easily enough, for it was light and empty.
Action was needed. Beish knew what he needed to do, even if it did not satisfy him. Uncertainty still left a scent in the air, and the man knew that his questions might not be answered if he did what Ivros has said. But he could not wait for something to happen.
Looking up with eyes that had grown red from tears, Beish spoke. "Answers are needed. No force on earth could stop me from finding them." The man closed his mouth tightly, stopping his lip from trembling. This was so unlike him, but then again, it had been an odd day.
Nicknames/Titles : None
Race/Type: Aurian
Age: 25 years
Gender: Female
Description of Appearance: It is the pale skin of the Aurians that most notice about them when first coming into contact with them. Their skin, which is really more of a pale blue color, is covered in tiny scales which cannot be seen from a distance. Once noticed, however, the way thag they shimmer in the sunlight is quite pretty. The rest of their body is proportionate to a human's, excepting their feet, which are slightly longer and thinner than normal. Webbing is between each of the toes, which are actually small. The feet themselves is what takes up the most volume. They are designed to push water in a very effective way, which makes the aurians fast swimmers.
The hands of Aurians are also long, with thin digits which also have webbing between them. They are still able to hold things well, for the pads of their hands are rough like shark scales, which means they have a good grip. Their eyes are often large and dark, with just the edges of their whites visible. And lastly, their hair is actually nonexistent. As it creates a drag in the water, this species has evolved to exclude the formation of hair on their bodies. Instead, their heads are covered with small grooves and patterns of their scales.
Anaphe herself is the normal height for an Aurian, which is the height of a human. Her eyes lean more towards a dark grey
Picture:
This is what I imagine her face to look like. Of course, just imagine her skin being very pale, almost blue, and also bald.
Background: Anaphe has never really been able to enjoy many comforts of life. Her family, which consists of her mother, two younger brothers, and herself, as always lived from odd job to odd job, never finding something steady to support themselves with. Anaphe has worked hard her whole life as her mother has always been sick, her brothers are still very young, 6 and 10 years of age, and her father left when she was very young. She did her best, but things began to fall apart as her mother became deathly sick. Anaphe realized that this sickness was not contagious, and yet very rare. From an old Aurian in her village, she learned that there was only one cure, and it is found above ground, on the surface. While Anaphe had never been out of the water before, she knew that if there was even one chance, she would take it. And so, leaving her brothers and mother in the care of a friend, she is on a quest to find the elusive Trelif root, the one thing that could save her mother's life.
Occupation: Anaphe has never had one steady job, and instead does whatever she can to earn money. As her mother taught her to read and write, she has been able to find work as an accountant, delivery girl, and even a mechanic at one point. There have been many other odd jobs, but most were for only a few days.
Personality: Anaphe is a hard worker, in just a few short words. She is not afraid to take any job she can, no matter what it consists of. She also has a good sense of morals and has a kind heart. But, having grown up in the slums, she knows a thing or two about rough living. She knows how to handle bullies and petty thieves, and is ready to step up for those who cannot protect themselves.
Skills/Talents: As Anaphe is a jack-of-all-trades, she knows how to do random things, like taking stock, making clothes, and such. She also is well-versed in the art of backstreet fighting.
Writing Sample:
Nothing in this cruel world had ever made Beish feel as confused as he was then. He felt afraid, angry, and yet exhilarated all at the same time. He longed to be out in the wild, doing what he did best. But then he wanted to go to his father, to curl up in his arms and forget that this had ever happened. Which was stronger? Beish could not tell. Ivros was torturing him, and he could not think straight.
As yet more words filled his mind, Beish groaned in nonexistent pain and put and hand to his head, as well as stepping back and finally leaning against the door.
"You are brave, faithful of the Betrayer. Your God was once the leader of the Kurator. You are a mislead cub, Beish the mapmaker. Beish the secretive. Strengthen your resolve and come to the Cave of Hrez for your answers... And what your God has taken from you."
"Stop... Stop it! Go away!" Beish swatted a hand out and but Ivros was gone. He would look insane to all others, he knew, but he didn't care at the moment. The man felt his heart race, pumping through his body a rush of adrenaline. He realized that he wanted to do something to get rid of this feeling of hopelessness and excitement. But what could he do?
The Cave of Hrez... Beish knew where it was, but it meant nothing to him. And yet, part of him wanted to do what Ivros had said, to see what was in store for him. Could answers be there? If he went there, would he be at peace? There was really only one way to know.
Beish realized then that his religious views were becoming muddled. That man had called Satu a "betrayer," that he had taken something from him. What? How could this be? Was this a test? It could not be. Ivros had been real; he was no illusion.What could he believe? Beish once again felt anger boil up within himself, but was unsure of who it was against? Himself?
Ivros?
...Satu?
The wind picked up for one last time, and Beish closed his eyes tightly, letting the fresh air sweep his thoughts into oblivion. He needed to look at this from a fresh angle. As the breeze died down, the man could feel a weight on his feet. Looking down, he was surprised to see a dull green pack resting on his boots. He picked it up easily enough, for it was light and empty.
Action was needed. Beish knew what he needed to do, even if it did not satisfy him. Uncertainty still left a scent in the air, and the man knew that his questions might not be answered if he did what Ivros has said. But he could not wait for something to happen.
Looking up with eyes that had grown red from tears, Beish spoke. "Answers are needed. No force on earth could stop me from finding them." The man closed his mouth tightly, stopping his lip from trembling. This was so unlike him, but then again, it had been an odd day.
