Post by Keziah Hath on Jan 27, 2012 6:37:27 GMT -5
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
Name: Keziah Hath
Nickname(s): Normally goes by Keziah or less commonly Kez.
Played by: Archer
Age: 18
Date of Birth: November 15th
Sexuality: Bisexual
Practice: Avian Shaman - Haast's Eagle influence
Loyalty: None
Status/Occupation: Whatever she needs to be to survive, including slave, thief and whore.
Abilities:
Avian Affiinity
Character Creation Sharp Eye: Keziah has the keen eyesight of an eagle.
50 Posts Spirit Guide: Keziah can summon her spirit guide to aid her; although it does not speak it is able to guide her through feeling and intuition. Others are able to see and feel the spirit guide, who appears as a being of light energy in the shape of a Haast's Eagle.
100 Posts Prey Sense: Keziah is naturally drawn towards whatever prey she is actively hunting. The sense grows stronger the closer she gets.
Items, Weapons and Pets:
Naniene A young, female, black Feathered Dragon. Naniene is about the size of a large dog however she is cat-like in her movement and behaviour. She can speak telepathically to Keziah and has a mischievous, vain personality.
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men.
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men.
Appearance
Complexion Keziah might have been pretty had fate been kinder, but there is now too much about her that reveals a difficult life. Sallow, unhealthily pale skin, sunken cheeks, and chapped lips reveal the difficulties of starvation and ill health.
Hair Honey brown, with streaks of lighter gold in the summer through natural sun bleaching, Keziah's hair is dry and unkempt.There are tattered feathers in her hair, and a necklace of the fossilised bones and feathers of the Haast's eagle, an extinct raptor, at her throat. Recently she cut the longer locks off, leaving a rough pixie cut that she feels suits her developing lifestyle better.
Body Homeless since age eleven, Keziah lives on the streets or in the beds of those who pay her to be there. The sixteen year old is scrawny and painfully thin, though she hides this under baggy clothes when she can. She looks on edge, tense, suspicious. Her movements are nervous and she's easily startled.
Features Angular and harsh; with her high cheekbones and sharp chin there is something avian about her, the hint of the extinct hunting bird she is connected to. Her expression is typically cold, distant and wary.
Eyes Her eyes are dark green and bloodshot, and the dark grey shadows under them are permanent. The thick kohl she wears doesn't disguise them well.
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Personality
"She doesn't trust no-one. Don't bother offerin'."
Mistrustful, wary, suspicious. Keziah doesn't make friends easily - her relationships with people only last as long as they are useful to her. She believes all people capable of doing harm and her instinctive reaction to strangers is normally to avoid them unless she thinks they can give her something she needs.
"Ungrateful brat. Who does she think she is?"
Don't go thinking that means she'll roll over and die quietly, though. Defiant and easily angered, she'll stand up for herself in a fight - be it verbal or physical. She has a reputation for brashness and a sharp tongue, and can also be extraordinarily reckless.
"There's something off about her. Not just how she looks...I dunno, it's just a feeling she gives me."
Avian Shamans tend to be either communicative or vicious; Keziah has a definite vicious streak. She lashes out when angered and is easily provoked. She is also willing and able to do what needs to be done to survive, regardless if this is to the harm of others. She lacks empathy and enjoys the pain of others.
"She'll do anything. Fuck anything. Try her, if you don't believe me."
Keziah is nothing if not determined. She survives, and will continue to survive, no matter what that takes. Society is cruel to a girl without a family, home or money, and yet she endures.
"Why does she bother? Why doesn't she just give up?"
Despite everything, Keziah does still hold hope for the future. She doesn't know how or why, but she does believe that every day she survives she does so for a reason. Whether things will get better she doesn't know but she at least remains hopeful things will change.
"Lil' firebrand, ain't she, despite everything."
If you can break through the walls Keziah has in place for her own protection and survival, you'll find a little of her true personality still survives. Smart, playful and very passionate, she takes after her mother more than she would ever admit. It is rare for someone to see this side of her in a genuine manner, however, but she is a good actor and will fake whatever emotion she thinks is needed at any given time.
Mistrustful, wary, suspicious. Keziah doesn't make friends easily - her relationships with people only last as long as they are useful to her. She believes all people capable of doing harm and her instinctive reaction to strangers is normally to avoid them unless she thinks they can give her something she needs.
"Ungrateful brat. Who does she think she is?"
Don't go thinking that means she'll roll over and die quietly, though. Defiant and easily angered, she'll stand up for herself in a fight - be it verbal or physical. She has a reputation for brashness and a sharp tongue, and can also be extraordinarily reckless.
"There's something off about her. Not just how she looks...I dunno, it's just a feeling she gives me."
Avian Shamans tend to be either communicative or vicious; Keziah has a definite vicious streak. She lashes out when angered and is easily provoked. She is also willing and able to do what needs to be done to survive, regardless if this is to the harm of others. She lacks empathy and enjoys the pain of others.
"She'll do anything. Fuck anything. Try her, if you don't believe me."
Keziah is nothing if not determined. She survives, and will continue to survive, no matter what that takes. Society is cruel to a girl without a family, home or money, and yet she endures.
"Why does she bother? Why doesn't she just give up?"
Despite everything, Keziah does still hold hope for the future. She doesn't know how or why, but she does believe that every day she survives she does so for a reason. Whether things will get better she doesn't know but she at least remains hopeful things will change.
"Lil' firebrand, ain't she, despite everything."
If you can break through the walls Keziah has in place for her own protection and survival, you'll find a little of her true personality still survives. Smart, playful and very passionate, she takes after her mother more than she would ever admit. It is rare for someone to see this side of her in a genuine manner, however, but she is a good actor and will fake whatever emotion she thinks is needed at any given time.
In a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside.
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside.
History
Everything started alright - more than alright, even. Keziah was born into the upper-middle class Hath family, the younger sister of twin boys named Samuel and Oliver that were three years her senior. Her mother, Victoire, had desperately wanted a girl and doted on her from the beginning. Even as a baby, though, Keziah was a Daddy's girl and absolutely idolised her father.
Keziah's father, Marlo, made his living in trade and craft, buying everything from furs to jewels from travellers and tidying them up for sale to the upper class. The Hath family were more than comfortable, owners of a large town house and several slaves, so the three children and their mother never wanted for anything. Although they were not among the upper echelons of Human society they were wealthy enough to survive in comfort - something plenty of families couldn't claim.
Unfortunately, when Keziah was eight years old her father's two main trading partners were killed within months of each other, one by pirates on a return trip from Shifter Island and the other in unknown circumstances on the edge of the Northern Tangle. Before Marlo could find new traders his crafters had left and the reputation of the business, with its notoriously picky and demanding clients, had been destroyed. The family quickly lost their slaves, sold to support Marlo's burgeoning drinking problem, and shortly thereafter the house.
Being relegated to the dregs of Human society quickly turned Marlo into a violent drunk. Having never been exposed to hardship in his life he took it out first on his wife, then on his daughter. Samuel and Oliver escaped his wrath only because, even at eleven, they were large boys and able to hold their own. They were also now bringing in the only income by working at odd jobs whenever they were offered, and were thus the only reason Marlo could still buy liquor.
Keziah's world was shattered when her father became violent. The center of her world had become her worst nightmare and at nine years old she was too young to understand why. She stuck around until she was eleven, trying to avoid the worst of his wrath but rarely succeeding, before finally admitting defeat and leaving. She's been living on the streets on and off ever since. She hasn't seen any of her family since leaving and doesn't know or care if her parents are alive. She would like to find Samuel and Oliver but has no idea how to do so.
For the past four years, Keziah has been proving to everyone and most of all herself that she's a survivor. She was taken as a slave shortly after leaving home, an improvement on living on the streets because at least she was given food and a place to sleep. When the family cut down on their workforce she returned to the streets, stealing what she needed to live and sleeping where she could. She stayed in the city most of the time, only venturing into the edge of the Forest in the warmer months to hunt small game, but has never been further than this. At age thirteen she began working as a whore to supplement her thievery. As a result she is very streetwise for a fifteen year old, although she does choose escape when it is offered and therefore is a relatively heavy drinker and user of illegal substances. She whores less these days, though it's not off the agenda completely, as she has started dabbling in other means of survival - dealing and travel, mostly.
Despite everything, Keziah is deeply connected to her Avian magic and is also quite spiritual. Her bone and feather necklace is her artifact and this is the only thing she kept from her old life. She spends her days doing what she can to survive, mostly, but recently has begun to think beyond the day to day. She is considering travelling to other parts of Litharia to see if opportunities arise that might make life easier.
Everything started alright - more than alright, even. Keziah was born into the upper-middle class Hath family, the younger sister of twin boys named Samuel and Oliver that were three years her senior. Her mother, Victoire, had desperately wanted a girl and doted on her from the beginning. Even as a baby, though, Keziah was a Daddy's girl and absolutely idolised her father.
Keziah's father, Marlo, made his living in trade and craft, buying everything from furs to jewels from travellers and tidying them up for sale to the upper class. The Hath family were more than comfortable, owners of a large town house and several slaves, so the three children and their mother never wanted for anything. Although they were not among the upper echelons of Human society they were wealthy enough to survive in comfort - something plenty of families couldn't claim.
Unfortunately, when Keziah was eight years old her father's two main trading partners were killed within months of each other, one by pirates on a return trip from Shifter Island and the other in unknown circumstances on the edge of the Northern Tangle. Before Marlo could find new traders his crafters had left and the reputation of the business, with its notoriously picky and demanding clients, had been destroyed. The family quickly lost their slaves, sold to support Marlo's burgeoning drinking problem, and shortly thereafter the house.
Being relegated to the dregs of Human society quickly turned Marlo into a violent drunk. Having never been exposed to hardship in his life he took it out first on his wife, then on his daughter. Samuel and Oliver escaped his wrath only because, even at eleven, they were large boys and able to hold their own. They were also now bringing in the only income by working at odd jobs whenever they were offered, and were thus the only reason Marlo could still buy liquor.
Keziah's world was shattered when her father became violent. The center of her world had become her worst nightmare and at nine years old she was too young to understand why. She stuck around until she was eleven, trying to avoid the worst of his wrath but rarely succeeding, before finally admitting defeat and leaving. She's been living on the streets on and off ever since. She hasn't seen any of her family since leaving and doesn't know or care if her parents are alive. She would like to find Samuel and Oliver but has no idea how to do so.
For the past four years, Keziah has been proving to everyone and most of all herself that she's a survivor. She was taken as a slave shortly after leaving home, an improvement on living on the streets because at least she was given food and a place to sleep. When the family cut down on their workforce she returned to the streets, stealing what she needed to live and sleeping where she could. She stayed in the city most of the time, only venturing into the edge of the Forest in the warmer months to hunt small game, but has never been further than this. At age thirteen she began working as a whore to supplement her thievery. As a result she is very streetwise for a fifteen year old, although she does choose escape when it is offered and therefore is a relatively heavy drinker and user of illegal substances. She whores less these days, though it's not off the agenda completely, as she has started dabbling in other means of survival - dealing and travel, mostly.
Despite everything, Keziah is deeply connected to her Avian magic and is also quite spiritual. Her bone and feather necklace is her artifact and this is the only thing she kept from her old life. She spends her days doing what she can to survive, mostly, but recently has begun to think beyond the day to day. She is considering travelling to other parts of Litharia to see if opportunities arise that might make life easier.
The worst things in life come free to us.
Roleplay Sample
She looked at him with wary distaste, sizing him up like she always did. Drunk, check. She could tell by the way his eyes were glazed over, even when they raked lewdly over her chest. She could smell it too, the bitter reek of ale on his breath. She preferred when they drank whiskey or wine, something sweet that lingered on the tongue, but beggars can't be choosers. Her clients often couldn't afford more expensive drinks. They preferred to save their scant coin for buying other things - like her.
He was drunk, yes, but he wasn't too tall or muscular and he was Human. It wasn't that she disliked the other races, no; she simply considered them more dangerous, and thus demanded more coin than this man was currently offering. But this man wasn't too much of a threat. She could defend herself if need be. So she nodded, took his hand, and led him upstairs.
Being a whore wasn't always a glamorous job but if it meant she'd eat for the rest of the week, she'd do it and do it well. Because again, beggars can't be choosers.
She looked at him with wary distaste, sizing him up like she always did. Drunk, check. She could tell by the way his eyes were glazed over, even when they raked lewdly over her chest. She could smell it too, the bitter reek of ale on his breath. She preferred when they drank whiskey or wine, something sweet that lingered on the tongue, but beggars can't be choosers. Her clients often couldn't afford more expensive drinks. They preferred to save their scant coin for buying other things - like her.
He was drunk, yes, but he wasn't too tall or muscular and he was Human. It wasn't that she disliked the other races, no; she simply considered them more dangerous, and thus demanded more coin than this man was currently offering. But this man wasn't too much of a threat. She could defend herself if need be. So she nodded, took his hand, and led him upstairs.
Being a whore wasn't always a glamorous job but if it meant she'd eat for the rest of the week, she'd do it and do it well. Because again, beggars can't be choosers.