Post by Iriana Caius on Jun 10, 2014 20:43:07 GMT -5
Referred By: LiaSunday
Roleplay Sample:
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Suddenly, her eyes opened. It hurt a little actually, the light. Where was she? She raised herself up slowly, looking around but not seeing much through her still blurry vision. She sneezed and as she did, a soft mewl was heard from the floor next to her. What was she laying on? She looked down at her lap to see, beneath thick layers of dust, a blanket, she was on a bed. She lifted the blankets, disturbing more dust and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the floor was dusty as well. Where was she? Iriana cast a look about her, her vision becoming clearer now as she woke up bit by bit. She was in a house and an old one at that. The woman raised her hand to rub her eyes but stopped, there was something on her wrist. What was that? A word? 'Chax' it read in a bold flowing script and with that word the images came flooding. Fur everywhere, the sound of a woman crying, a sparkling drink that burned on the way down and a single whispered word... 'Goodbye....' The voice that spoke it was so familiar yet she could not place it... Chax! "Chax?" Iriana called out groggily, searching for her companion. Another mewl was heard, this time beside her and there sat the oddest creature Iriana had ever seen--not that she had seen much yet. The animal was like a dog but the size of a big cat and instead of a snout, there was a beak. Iriana was only baffled for a moment before the recognition set in, this was Chax, this was her friend. He purred at her and she instinctively reached out a hand to pet the creature, glad for something that made sense.
"Where am I?" She asked her pet curiously as if actually expecting him to speak. For a moment, Chax looked sad. his ears lopped to the side and he tore his green eyes away from her steely blue ones, leaping off the bed and stalking across the room. Iriana stood up, somewhat wobbly, and followed, stopping to look out the window. The femme rubbed her head as if to massage some of the memories forth, but no matter how hard she tried to dig, nothing came up. She looked back out the window, she had woken in a strange world and it seemed there was nothing for her to do now but explore it. "All right, Chax." She said determinedly. "Let's explore." She looked down at herself, her olive skin hidden beneath a seafoam green satin garb that covered every inch but her hands, neck, and face. Horrified, she began to search about the room for something sharp, if there was anything she remembered, it was clothes making and that skill was currently the most useful. With a swipe of her hand, she tossed her black hair over one shoulder as she looked among cabinets. Everything was surprisingly well stocked in this dusty old dump and she quickly found a cabinet FULL of sewing supplies. Excellent She thought as a crooked smile spread across her face.
Within an hour she had crafted for herself a far more acceptable garb. NOw, she wore a skirt of the seafoam green satin that belted at her waist with a silver band tied neatly in a bow to the side. The same silver band hemmed the skirt and the slits up both sides that started from the bottom and ended a few inches above her knee, allowing her air flow and movement. Her stomach was completely exposed but halfway up her ribs the satin returned in the form of a crop top, a silver band around the bottom and straight across neckline which revealed no cleavage but also possessed no straps. Iri looked at her new costume, very pleased as captured her hair into a neat side braid, tied with a small strip of the silver stuff. "What do you think Chax?" Iriana asked her companion. The beaked animal purred again but cast a worried look at the front door. "Well who cares about their rules?" Iriana exclaimed fiercely. "I'll make my own." She nodded decisively. 'Whore...' whispered a voice inside her head. Shocked, Iriana stood stone still, looking around, the voice had felt so present, as if it belonged to somebody standing right beside her. She shook it off and spun on her heel, now eager to explore this place she had awoken in. "Come on, Chax!" She called happily as she stepped out into the sun, her adventure had begun.
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Iriana Caius
(Ear-E-on-uh)(KAY-us)
(Ear-E-on-uh)(KAY-us)
Nickname(s):
Ir, Iri
Ir, Iri
Played By:
Juraco
Juraco
Age:
21
21
Date of Birth:
November 8
November 8
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Heterosexual
Kith/Blood/Breed/Practice:
Tainted Celestial/Mammalian Werebeast
(Sabertoothed Leopard)
Tainted Celestial/Mammalian Werebeast
(Sabertoothed Leopard)
Abilities:
Gaze of the Night
Character has exceptional night vision
Gaze of the Night
Character has exceptional night vision
Loyalty:
undetermined
undetermined
Companion: Hyena Griff named Chax whose fur is more brown than golden and underbelly is off white
Status/Occupation:
Plebian civilian
vigilante
Plebian civilian
vigilante
Appearance:
human: Black, naturally wavy hair with fringe swept to the left.
Steely gray blue eyes slanted very slightly upwards but wide and expressive with thin pupils to hint at her true form.
Well groomed eyebrows that arch gently like a cat's back.
Olive skin with freckled along her face and arms much like the spots of her leopard form hint at her Latina heritage.
She is very lightly framed, slender and lean, relatively square set shoulders with an almost hourglass shape. Lithe and flexible, almost fluid in most of her movements. Her features are subtle but fierce, no harsh lines but many tapering angles.
Her nose is subtle and neither protrudes nor blends in but points very slightly upward.
Her eyes are the most noticeable feature of her face where they rest above gently carved cheekbones.
A single tattoo on her left wrist of the word 'Chax' written in a flowing cursive hand.
Dresses scandalously but not with the intent of being scandalous.
Satiny skirts swish somewhere between her knees and her ankles with long slits running up to the bottom of her hips to allow for good clean movements.
Crop tops with varying amounts of strap and fastens, typically corset style but sometimes loose and flowing. She prefers palettes of blue and purples, her most common outfit being her seafoam green pair that fasten with silver corset laced strings at the top and belted ties at the ankle length skirt.
Usually barefoot.
human: Black, naturally wavy hair with fringe swept to the left.
Steely gray blue eyes slanted very slightly upwards but wide and expressive with thin pupils to hint at her true form.
Well groomed eyebrows that arch gently like a cat's back.
Olive skin with freckled along her face and arms much like the spots of her leopard form hint at her Latina heritage.
She is very lightly framed, slender and lean, relatively square set shoulders with an almost hourglass shape. Lithe and flexible, almost fluid in most of her movements. Her features are subtle but fierce, no harsh lines but many tapering angles.
Her nose is subtle and neither protrudes nor blends in but points very slightly upward.
Her eyes are the most noticeable feature of her face where they rest above gently carved cheekbones.
A single tattoo on her left wrist of the word 'Chax' written in a flowing cursive hand.
Dresses scandalously but not with the intent of being scandalous.
Satiny skirts swish somewhere between her knees and her ankles with long slits running up to the bottom of her hips to allow for good clean movements.
Crop tops with varying amounts of strap and fastens, typically corset style but sometimes loose and flowing. She prefers palettes of blue and purples, her most common outfit being her seafoam green pair that fasten with silver corset laced strings at the top and belted ties at the ankle length skirt.
Usually barefoot.
Sabertoothed Leopard: Darker pelt than most but with a generous golden brown sheen. Her eyes stay the same color with thick black lines around them. Her paws sort of look like they have been dipped in ink and her ears are white inside with black lining.
Personality:
Spacey: often caught staring into crowds of people or gazing without seeing at objects. Often she is lost within her own head, talking to Chax or deliberating the world she has awoken to and what she can do to change it. She will often muse her ideas aloud to anyone she may be conversing with at the time, speaking in great hypotheticals. Not very good with eye contact.
Passionate: Also known as stubborn. Once she sets her mind to an idea, she will pursue it to its completion or utter failure. When approached with a problem she will often rant about it sporadically for days between great expanses of time. What Iriana believes, she believes strongly and will not be deterred.
Independent: She never talks about something that bothers her personally, tending to brush off comments spoken directly at her. Her past, her questions, her place; personal issues are discussed only with Chax and hinted at very vaguely through grand metaphors and snide remarks. She does not want to feel as if she is ever relying on anyone for her survival, preferring to have earned everything she has on her own. She loathes having to rely on somebody or committing to any sort of long term deal.
Wiity: Also known as sarcastic but she prefers wit. Never is she caught silent or without a sharp remark in any situation, the human male's reactions to her unique choice of dress having taught her already to have a quick tongue and quicker feet.
Curious: Though she refuses to rely on anyone, she will quickly befriend a stranger if there is something for her to learn from them. She's very curious about the world she's woken into and desires to know everything she can about it and it's secrets. She loves poking her nose into dark corners and alleys. Chasing white rabbits, you could say.
Fearless: With her burning curiosity comes fearlessness. She will just as quickly walk into a dark, dank cave as she will swipe materials from a vendor. She doesn't like to steal, preferring to be a responsible member of society but the idea does not turn her away. No thick fisted thug with yellowed teeth and reddened eyes will dampen her determination whatever the cause may be. She is not afraid to attack somebody but only in defense of herself or another person.
Spacey: often caught staring into crowds of people or gazing without seeing at objects. Often she is lost within her own head, talking to Chax or deliberating the world she has awoken to and what she can do to change it. She will often muse her ideas aloud to anyone she may be conversing with at the time, speaking in great hypotheticals. Not very good with eye contact.
Passionate: Also known as stubborn. Once she sets her mind to an idea, she will pursue it to its completion or utter failure. When approached with a problem she will often rant about it sporadically for days between great expanses of time. What Iriana believes, she believes strongly and will not be deterred.
Independent: She never talks about something that bothers her personally, tending to brush off comments spoken directly at her. Her past, her questions, her place; personal issues are discussed only with Chax and hinted at very vaguely through grand metaphors and snide remarks. She does not want to feel as if she is ever relying on anyone for her survival, preferring to have earned everything she has on her own. She loathes having to rely on somebody or committing to any sort of long term deal.
Wiity: Also known as sarcastic but she prefers wit. Never is she caught silent or without a sharp remark in any situation, the human male's reactions to her unique choice of dress having taught her already to have a quick tongue and quicker feet.
Curious: Though she refuses to rely on anyone, she will quickly befriend a stranger if there is something for her to learn from them. She's very curious about the world she's woken into and desires to know everything she can about it and it's secrets. She loves poking her nose into dark corners and alleys. Chasing white rabbits, you could say.
Fearless: With her burning curiosity comes fearlessness. She will just as quickly walk into a dark, dank cave as she will swipe materials from a vendor. She doesn't like to steal, preferring to be a responsible member of society but the idea does not turn her away. No thick fisted thug with yellowed teeth and reddened eyes will dampen her determination whatever the cause may be. She is not afraid to attack somebody but only in defense of herself or another person.
History:
what she doesn't know: Her father was a Daemon who wasn't happy with where his kind stood in Litaria and would much rather live peaceably among the humans so he went through the dangers of the flower tea to become human and dwelling happily among them for many years, content even among the corruption and unfair treatment for while among the humans he met... her/ They exchanged shy glances from across the marketplace for many many months before he got the courage to request to be allowed to court her. Her father told him that to prove he was worthy he much go Shifter hunting during the next full moon. So helplessly in love with her was the young former Daemon that he agreed to this suicide mission. Next full moon came and out he went with his love's best wishes and an old sword he bartered out of the market. Valiantly the man searched and bravely he fought against the Tainted Celestial shifter but in the fray he was bitten severely, gone from his love for a week. He had little to no control over his shifting at this point and dragged himself back into the city with feathers clinging to his bloodied skin, he was one of them now. He was driven out of the city multiple times as he tried to re reach his love to explain to her what had happened but could never reach her. She had been told he was dead and mourned in her home for months, being drawn out of it only when her father arranged for her to marry somebody else. She agreed to do so if she was able to survive five days outside the village on her own as a hunt and self exploration retreat. Her father allowed her to go but secretly had men follow her to protect her. She was able to survive two days with no incident when her former love scented her bathing in a river and showed up, fully human to explain to her what had happened. She was shocked and relieved all at once, vowing not to marry the man whom her father had selected but to join him in his new way of life that they may be together. She returned to the village before her five days were up and began to prepare for the wedding, trusting her love to carry out what he had planned. He sent a squad into the village in the dead of night the full moon before her wedding, they carried her out of the village after causing mass chaos and she was turned by a Sabertooth Leopard and lived a happy life with her love until their child was born Iriana was a beautiful baby who took very strongly after her mother, but her parents did not want the life of the Outcast for her so they waited until she was able to maintain a human form and administered to her a potion from a great Alchemist to make her fall unconscious for fifteen years and placed her in an old house at the edge of the human village. They did want their baby left unprotected so they saved up much of their meager earnings to barter a companion for her from the Black Market, finding for her a Hyena Griff named Chax and tattooing his name onto their daughter's left wrist and leaving them in the village to grow up on their own and fend for themselves.
what she doesn't know: Her father was a Daemon who wasn't happy with where his kind stood in Litaria and would much rather live peaceably among the humans so he went through the dangers of the flower tea to become human and dwelling happily among them for many years, content even among the corruption and unfair treatment for while among the humans he met... her/ They exchanged shy glances from across the marketplace for many many months before he got the courage to request to be allowed to court her. Her father told him that to prove he was worthy he much go Shifter hunting during the next full moon. So helplessly in love with her was the young former Daemon that he agreed to this suicide mission. Next full moon came and out he went with his love's best wishes and an old sword he bartered out of the market. Valiantly the man searched and bravely he fought against the Tainted Celestial shifter but in the fray he was bitten severely, gone from his love for a week. He had little to no control over his shifting at this point and dragged himself back into the city with feathers clinging to his bloodied skin, he was one of them now. He was driven out of the city multiple times as he tried to re reach his love to explain to her what had happened but could never reach her. She had been told he was dead and mourned in her home for months, being drawn out of it only when her father arranged for her to marry somebody else. She agreed to do so if she was able to survive five days outside the village on her own as a hunt and self exploration retreat. Her father allowed her to go but secretly had men follow her to protect her. She was able to survive two days with no incident when her former love scented her bathing in a river and showed up, fully human to explain to her what had happened. She was shocked and relieved all at once, vowing not to marry the man whom her father had selected but to join him in his new way of life that they may be together. She returned to the village before her five days were up and began to prepare for the wedding, trusting her love to carry out what he had planned. He sent a squad into the village in the dead of night the full moon before her wedding, they carried her out of the village after causing mass chaos and she was turned by a Sabertooth Leopard and lived a happy life with her love until their child was born Iriana was a beautiful baby who took very strongly after her mother, but her parents did not want the life of the Outcast for her so they waited until she was able to maintain a human form and administered to her a potion from a great Alchemist to make her fall unconscious for fifteen years and placed her in an old house at the edge of the human village. They did want their baby left unprotected so they saved up much of their meager earnings to barter a companion for her from the Black Market, finding for her a Hyena Griff named Chax and tattooing his name onto their daughter's left wrist and leaving them in the village to grow up on their own and fend for themselves.
what she knows: Nothing. She woke up in the dusty old dilapidated house with a strange creature asleep on the floor beside her and a weird word tattooed on her wrist. She has no idea who she is, where she came form, or what she is. She believes she is human but that belief was rapidly debunked once she faced her first conscious full moon, panicked, and it was up to Chax to keep her hidden and calm until the moon fell. She is learning how to control it with Chax's help but the more she learns about herself the more powerful she feels. She knows that to be afraid would cause her to lose control and so she resolves to own who she is, though she is completely unaware of the slight trace of Daemon blood coursing through her veins and will remain blissfully unaware of this for a while yet though this blood is what causing that nagging little voice in the back of her mind.
She has woken into this bizarre world filled with rules in which she as a female is regarded as property. With a powerful distaste for this set of guides, she has resolved to begin making her own rules, leading her to become the masked vigilante that plagues the human village, exposing true corruption and doing her best to encourage a little freedom here and there. She struggles with herself more than anything, fighting that voice in the back of her mind and the temptations it brings and has begun to rely on Chax like she would a sibling, confiding in him and allowing him to comfort her when the voice becomes too much. She does not care about her parents for they obviously did not care about her but has resolved to make a future better than her past could have been.
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Suddenly, her eyes opened. It hurt a little actually, the light. Where was she? She raised herself up slowly, looking around but not seeing much through her still blurry vision. She sneezed and as she did, a soft mewl was heard from the floor next to her. What was she laying on? She looked down at her lap to see, beneath thick layers of dust, a blanket, she was on a bed. She lifted the blankets, disturbing more dust and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the floor was dusty as well. Where was she? Iriana cast a look about her, her vision becoming clearer now as she woke up bit by bit. She was in a house and an old one at that. The woman raised her hand to rub her eyes but stopped, there was something on her wrist. What was that? A word? 'Chax' it read in a bold flowing script and with that word the images came flooding. Fur everywhere, the sound of a woman crying, a sparkling drink that burned on the way down and a single whispered word... 'Goodbye....' The voice that spoke it was so familiar yet she could not place it... Chax! "Chax?" Iriana called out groggily, searching for her companion. Another mewl was heard, this time beside her and there sat the oddest creature Iriana had ever seen--not that she had seen much yet. The animal was like a dog but the size of a big cat and instead of a snout, there was a beak. Iriana was only baffled for a moment before the recognition set in, this was Chax, this was her friend. He purred at her and she instinctively reached out a hand to pet the creature, glad for something that made sense.
"Where am I?" She asked her pet curiously as if actually expecting him to speak. For a moment, Chax looked sad. his ears lopped to the side and he tore his green eyes away from her steely blue ones, leaping off the bed and stalking across the room. Iriana stood up, somewhat wobbly, and followed, stopping to look out the window. The femme rubbed her head as if to massage some of the memories forth, but no matter how hard she tried to dig, nothing came up. She looked back out the window, she had woken in a strange world and it seemed there was nothing for her to do now but explore it. "All right, Chax." She said determinedly. "Let's explore." She looked down at herself, her olive skin hidden beneath a seafoam green satin garb that covered every inch but her hands, neck, and face. Horrified, she began to search about the room for something sharp, if there was anything she remembered, it was clothes making and that skill was currently the most useful. With a swipe of her hand, she tossed her black hair over one shoulder as she looked among cabinets. Everything was surprisingly well stocked in this dusty old dump and she quickly found a cabinet FULL of sewing supplies. Excellent She thought as a crooked smile spread across her face.
Within an hour she had crafted for herself a far more acceptable garb. NOw, she wore a skirt of the seafoam green satin that belted at her waist with a silver band tied neatly in a bow to the side. The same silver band hemmed the skirt and the slits up both sides that started from the bottom and ended a few inches above her knee, allowing her air flow and movement. Her stomach was completely exposed but halfway up her ribs the satin returned in the form of a crop top, a silver band around the bottom and straight across neckline which revealed no cleavage but also possessed no straps. Iri looked at her new costume, very pleased as captured her hair into a neat side braid, tied with a small strip of the silver stuff. "What do you think Chax?" Iriana asked her companion. The beaked animal purred again but cast a worried look at the front door. "Well who cares about their rules?" Iriana exclaimed fiercely. "I'll make my own." She nodded decisively. 'Whore...' whispered a voice inside her head. Shocked, Iriana stood stone still, looking around, the voice had felt so present, as if it belonged to somebody standing right beside her. She shook it off and spun on her heel, now eager to explore this place she had awoken in. "Come on, Chax!" She called happily as she stepped out into the sun, her adventure had begun.
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