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Name: Kairi
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Rank: Soldier
Allegiance: First King
..::Personal::..
Personality: Kairi is really a sweet kid, kind and respectful, no matter what your opinions, but if you raise your voice and insist on bashing what she believes on, she’ll become fiercely defensive, which is to say, she’ll point out all the flaws in your belief in a spitfire way, ripping at you. She’s very insistent on defeating the Rakshasa, determined that there’s no way for a truce, and no escaping without their destruction. In her spare time, she eats sea salt ice cream and tries to make friends. However, she’s always frightened that someday, one of her friends –or all of them- will be ripped away and killed.
Relationship Status: Single –and too afraid to be anything otherwise
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Abilities With Weakness:
Fire(She gains strength from her own fire, endurance and speed)~Water(It saps her of her powers, but she is naturally fast and can normally race away before getting killed.)
Regenerative powers~Inability to belong in either Bodha or Rakshasa
Strengths:
✓ Running –she’s fast
✓ Fighting –she utilizes her speed and fire to do terrifying combo attacks with her set of blades
✓ Whittling –in her spare time, she likes to put knife to wood. Well, she might not be the best at it, but she does it.
✓ Helping –She has a soft heart and wants to help those around her. This probably gets her in more trouble than it should.
✓ She can adapt back from being around the Rakshasa when others normally wouldn’t. If the transformation goes all the way, it’s hopeless. But if it’s not yet complete, she can go through a painful transition of reverting. That is, if she’s not killed for looking Rakshasa.
Weaknesses:
✗ Water drains pretty much all her energy, though she usually has enough energy for a final mood before collapsing.
✗ Aggravating people. It’s self-explanatory.
✗ She has a fear that if she gets close to anyone, they’ll definitely die.
✗ She’s terrified of heights. It doesn’t mean she won’t brave them, but she’s terrified of them and will avoid them, if possible.
✗ Kairi has nightmares every once in a while of her brother.
History: Kairi was a normal thirteen year old girl, living as servant on a farm with her big brother. They lived together, worked together, and slept together in the straw, hoping for a normal life. When the time came for the monthly sacrifice of victims, due to it being a special occasion, A servant from each household would be sent to die, and each living-house had to sacrifice at least one slave or servant. She was among the ones chosen, because she was small and weak, but her brother, he came with her, fought for her so much that he was taken as well. She held onto him tightly as he soothed her, promising that everything was going to be okay, making sure she didn’t look when they were forced into the pit. There was a sickening fall, a burning, horrible sensation, nothing…
And then… They were taken the instant upon their arrival. Because of the numerous sacrifices, the Bodha didn’t have enough to protect all the new fire-born. Bound and blindfolded, Kairi kept close to her brother, as close as she could, until they were thrown into the center of the maze and the rules were explained. She didn’t exactly remember her brother, but they’d come into being together, knowing that, somehow, they were tied closer than blood. Anything else? They didn’t remember.
Terrified, they worked together as a team, the group of Bodha fighting furiously. But then, some began to turn, and a few died. Deciding it was best only to rely on each other, the siblings fled on their own, searching out the exit by following the rule that, if you put your hand on the left side of a maze and keep walking, you’ll eventually find your way out. However, watched from above by their predators, who were growing tired of the few who remained –and quite a bit hungry, they changed the maze around the siblings. As they raced forwards, seeing light at the end –or what appeared to be the end- a pit loomed before them. Kairi was going to fall, but a hand reached forwards and yanked her back, while still unable to stop, her brother fell. For a split instant, Kairi was slammed against the floor, one hand knotted in her brother’s as he clutched the side of the pit-fall. And then he was gone, her strength not nearly enough to save him.
She curled there by the pit, sobbing, as the light faded, having not been real. Trapped, there was only a short amount of time before she’d die. And then, they came, and she was ready to die. But they passed her by. She still hadn’t done enough for their amusement. They climbed down into the pit and dragged her brother’s shell out.
At the thought of them cutting up her brother and eating him, she exploded, quite literally, searing them and sending them fleeing. She looked down at the ink-like lines down her arms, gone from shining yellow and white to a burnt orange. From then, she wandered the maze, dragging her brother and dropping in exhaustion when she couldn’t carry him any further. Still alive, but unconscious, she hurried, both of their tattoos darkening. Until one time, she woke up, and he wasn’t there. He’d been taken, and her tattoos were far darker. She had no cravings, but her hair was changing colors, too, and her teeth felt strange. She’d been chosen out of the lot to be transformed into a Rakshasa, to help increase their numbers. She’d been recognized as a powerful Bodha that would make an even more powerful Rakshasa.
Resisting the urge of her stomach, her fangs, her claws… She pressed forwards, crying out as her stomach screamed for food. Then, as she turned a corner, there was a blinding light shining directly on her from straight ahead, the sunrise. The exit, to the Bodha lands.
The Rakshasa immediately dove to intervene with her escape, but there were Bodha guards on the other side who raced to intervene. God only knew why they didn’t kill the exhausted Rakshasa girl, too far gone for reverting back. It was for leverage, most likely, or to better study their enemy. Only, strapped down to a table to keep from injuring anyone, Kairi began to revert back to a Bodha, her unusual regenerative powers surely saving her life. A week after she’d completely reverted, after intense questioning and studying, she was released to be a free Bodha. However, with as little skill in anything and no way to truly avenge her brother, she swore to fight for her brother’s sacrifice, to kill all the Rakshasa. These past five years, she has worked up her skill in blade and arrow, in weapons of all manner, in order to better defend their land, and someday to truly invade the Rakshasa to kill.
Unknown to her… Her brother is alive, but beyond saving.
Other: Her hair, which was a fair, rich straw color, darkened to a deep red after her ordeal with the Rakshasa. It’s the one part that seems to be a permanent repercussion.
..::Looks::..
Looks:
Young
Adult
⇢Eyes: Sky Blue
⇢Hair: Blood red
⇢Markings: (view spoiler)
⇢Height: 5’7”
⇢Looks-Celeb: Kairi from Kingdom Hearts
..::General::..
Name: Andraste (An-draw-stay)
Meaning: Celtic in origin; Victory.
Nicknames: Andy
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Allegiance: First King
..::Personal::..
Personality: Andraste used to be a super sweet girl, funny and cheerful. She was friends with almost everyone, but she always had her struggles. She was loved by her family and she loved them and her friends dearly. But after the deaths, Andraste threw herself into her training. She's shut down, cutting herself off from her remaining friends. Every part of her is concentrated on training so she can kill the Rakshasa. She's become obsessed with killing them all, dead set on it so she can get her revenge.
Relationship Status: Open
Sexuality: Bisexual, prefers guys
Abilities With Weakness:
Fire-Water
Multiple languages- Frequently uses wrong one
Speed/Endurance-Strength
Strengths:
✓Fighting
✓Doesn't care if she lives
✓Horses
✓Running
✓Endurance
Weaknesses:
✗Doesn't care if she lives
✗Bordering on suicidal (would but has to kill Rakshasa)
✗Thinks about siblings almost obsessively
✗Strength
✗Being female and pretty
Weapon:
Celtic longsword and Celtic longbow
Pet:
A male falcon she calls Cahal ('Strong in battle')
History:
Andraste doesn't remember much of her old life. Just... vague images and scenes that float across her mind for no apparent reason. She knows that she grew up treated well, and her father was very wealthy and well respected. Baron, maybe? Lord? She doesn't remember many specifics. Some parts are as clear as glass though, like the shining love and warm bond she and her siblings shared. She knows she loved and respected her parents too, and remembers her father teaching her and her siblings the basic ways of fighting, and her brother going more in depth to train her when she showed an interest. But she also remembers the horrifying betrayal she felt.
She knows that her father vanished for a day every year, with a young-ish girl. Her mother always followed, as well as many of the townspeople. She doesn't remember how old she was when her siblings and her snuck out to see. Young teens, maybe? But her and her siblings followed the procession, down to the volcano. The girl was crying, and her father was holding the girl by the back of the neck. He was chanting in her native tongue, but she doesn't remember what it exactly was. She just remembers her father slitting the girl's forearms and pushing her into the volcano. The girl's screams echoed in her ears for a long time, haunting her nightmares. She could never look at her parents the same again.
In her midteens though, she and her siblings were forced to go along. It was the exact same thing. Year after year after year, girls were pushed into the volcano. Some cried, pleaded, begged, but a few were proud to go for their country. Those girls were the ones Andraste pitied the most. She learned that the girl of the year was kept in a small cabin util it was time. But when she was 18, the girl escaped. She was silently fiercely proud of the girl.... until they needed a new sacrifice.
They had to appease the goddess, and had no other sacrifices.... except Andraste. She was put into the cabin, despite her begging and pleading. Her siblings had to be held back, and were locked into their home to prevent them from saving Andraste. But they broke out and ran to save her, just as her arms were slit. Andraste remembers the feeling of her brother's grip on her hand and arm with crystal clear knowledge, and her sister screaming and pleading as she was caught and held back.
Her brother tried to pull her up, but the sacrifice had to be done. Her father pushed her brother, just a little, and he slipped. As he slipped, he fell. And Andraste had nothing else to hold onto. Their sister dove after them to try and save them, but the volcano shook. And then all three of them were falling into the red hot lava, and into oblivion.
Andraste was the last of her siblings to be awoken, and their happy cries filled her ears. She learned the ways of the Bodha, and she learned the threat of the Rakshasa. The three trained hard, and were practically inseparable. Until the night. When her sister was taken for the Rakshasa's deadly games. Her and her brother blamed themselves, and didn't leave the Bodha escape tunnel for the weeks their sister was gone. Andraste remembers seeing her sister running toward them, filled with hope. She remembers running toward her own sister. But then a group of Rakshasa caught her sister and she was dragged, screaming, backwards. Andy and her brother never saw her again.
They both focused hard on training, knowing they would make the savages pay for their sister. But when they finally attacked, the Rakshasa were still too powerful. Another scream that remains locked in Andy's memory is her own, as she saw her brother fall. She held him as he died, and she tried to take him back with her. She couldn't bear for her brother to be eaten too. But the other Bodha warriors carried her away, ignoring all the tears, both hers and their own.
Andraste has since thrown herself entirely into training. She doesn't have anything else to live for. She knows she can't defeat all the Rakshasa and live, but she's going to try her damndest to take out as many as she can before she dies herself and joins her beloved siblings.
Other:
..::Looks::..
Looks:
⇢Eyes-
⇢Hair Style
(view spoiler)
⇢Markings:
⇢Height: 5'7
⇢Belongings:
..::GENERAL::..Name: Wrentaiya (Ren-TAI-ah)
Nickname: Wren(common), Tai(Uncommon)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Rank: Civilian (Hangs out with the Warriors so much that they've pretty much accepted her presence)
Allegiance: First King
..::PERSONAL::..
Personality:
Focused intelligent reckless-when-confronted sarcastic defiant blunt laid-back strategic
Wren is a focused young woman with a down-to-earth personality. She is intelligent, though she can be a bit reckless in dangerous situations. She's lightly sarcastic, and hates being commanded or told what to do. She's blunt with her opinions and loves it when people take her opinion in mind, which isn't always the case because of her young age. Wren is pretty laid-back and has a good mind for tactics and strategy.
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Abilities With Weakness:
Strong Aim - weak with close combat
Strengths:
✓ Aim
✓ Running/dodging
✓ Strategy
✓ Stealth
✓ Will to live
Weaknesses:
✗ Strength
✗ Close Combat
✗ Will to live - she isn't likely to sacrifice herself for things.
✗ Recklessness in dangerous situations
✗ Disrespect of authority
Weapon: Can use: Recurve bow, throwing knives, staff, daggers. Prefers Bow and throwing knives
History:
In her past life, Wren was homeless. She was a street rat, and made her life comfortable through thievery - mostly from the local farm which had an easily-climbable fence surrounding their produce.
The sacrifice at that time was meant to be the daughter of some important noble, but the noble wasn't very happy with losing her. He searched the streets for a replacement - someone who looked similar to him, who he could sacrifice under the claim that she was his. He found Wren quickly, and took her in, promising her a home, clothes, food... And he sacrificed her almost a week afterwards.
Wren was reborn as a Bodha, and she went through her education and life. She found herself interested in the military and strategic planning, and though she's still young she has hung out with the soldiers enough that many of them accept her company.
Other:
..::LOOKS::..
Looks:
⇢Eyes: Hazel
⇢Hair: Light brown
⇢Markings:
⇢Height: 5'6
UNDER CO
..::General::..
Name: Prisca Dolobella
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Rank: Civilian
Allegiance: Second King
..::Personal::..
Personality: Prisca is a bit strange. She keeps her head in the metaphorical clouds, and she only ever is partially present in reality. She is intuitive. She has a love of making things, and she enjoys boasting about them to others. She doesn't necessarily mean to be arrogant; she's just not usually present enough to realize that's exactly how she's behaving.
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Abilities With Weakness:
Fire-Water/Ice
Intuitive-Not aware of her surrounding
Creative-Arrogant
Strengths:
✓ Creating things
✓ Intelligent
✓ Confident
✓ Amiable
✓ Intuitive
Weaknesses:
✗ Arrogant
✗ Unaware of surroundings
✗ Self-Righteous
✗ Not inclined to defend herself (or realize she's attacked)
✗ Doesn't seem to care much about others
Weapon: Bow and arrow, quarterstaff
History: Prisca Dolobella (originally Marcella Aella Casca) was the daughter of a Roman Senator. She was vacationing in Pompeii with her husband and children when she went on a walk with her husband towards Mount Vesuvius. Her husband had followed the signs the animals gave before Vesuvius's eruption, so he believed Vulcan to be angry. Thus, he sacrificed Prisca to Vulcan by throwing her into Vesuvius. Ironically, when her husband's family found out, due to Roman culture, they convened the family, causing him to leave Pompeii mere days before the eruption. He was, however, brought to justice and had to pay a penalty.
Prisca awoke and had no clue of who or what she was. She remembered only that a familiar (and not quite loved) face tried to sacrifice her. She has vague images of children and of a father. She started life anew and pledged her allegiance to the Second King.
..::Looks::..
Looks:
⇢Eyes: Blue
⇢Hair: Dark honey blonde
⇢Markings: Some golden markings around her eyes, and then golden vine-like patterns swirling down the tops of her arms, fronts of her legs, and her sides
⇢Height: 5'7"
..::General::..
Name: Prisca Dolobella
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Rank: Civilian
Allegiance: Second King
..::Personal::..
Personality: Prisca is a bit strange. She keeps her head in the metaphorical clouds, and she only ever is partially present in reality. She is intuitive. She has a love of making things, and she enjoys boasting about them to others. She doesn't necessarily mean to be arrogant; she's just not usually present enough to realize that's exactly how she's behaving.
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Abilities With Weakness:
Fire-Water/Ice
Intuitive-Not aware of her surrounding
Creative-Arrogant
Strengths:
✓ Creating things
✓ Intelligent
✓ Confident
✓ Amiable
✓ Intuitive
Weaknesses:
✗ Arrogant
✗ Unaware of surroundings
✗ Self-Righteous
✗ Not inclined to defend herself (or realize she's attacked)
✗ Doesn't seem to care much about others
Weapon: Bow and arrow, quarterstaff
History: Prisca Dolobella (originally Marcella Aella Casca) was the daughter of a Roman Senator. She was vacationing in Pompeii with her husband and children when she went on a walk with her husband towards Mount Vesuvius. Her husband had followed the signs the animals gave before Vesuvius's eruption, so he believed Vulcan to be angry. Thus, he sacrificed Prisca to Vulcan by throwing her into Vesuvius. Ironically, when her husband's family found out, due to Roman culture, they convened the family, causing him to leave Pompeii mere days before the eruption. He was, however, brought to justice and had to pay a penalty.
Prisca awoke and had no clue of who or what she was. She remembered only that a familiar (and not quite loved) face tried to sacrifice her. She has vague images of children and of a father. She started life anew and pledged her allegiance to the Second King.
..::Looks::..
Looks:
⇢Eyes: Blue
⇢Hair: Dark honey blonde
⇢Markings: Some golden markings around her eyes, and then golden vine-like patterns swirling down the tops of her arms, fronts of her legs, and her sides
⇢Height: 5'7"
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..::Personal::..
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..::Looks::..
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