Post by Kallyse Tinebrook on Jun 25, 2009 22:20:29 GMT -5
b e h i n d . t h e . m a s k
Name: Damekarina
Age: between 15 and 18
Gender: I hope you can gather that from my name.
Comments: I’m Dalen’s sister!
o n . y o u r . f e e t
Name: Kallyse Tinebrook
Birthday: August 1
Gender: Female
Eyes: Blue and slanty
Hair: She’s a very curly redhead.
Description: Kallyse is a tiny doll-looking creature, a mix of domestic and foreign beauty. Her father is one of a long line of merchants. Her mother is a royal woman from the faraway Spicelands; she is the niece of the emperor there and was given as a gift to the courteous and ridiculously wealthy merchant. Kallyse has her mother’s slant of eye and tiny build, and she is her father’s copy in coloring, with her ivory complexion and hair and eye color. Though she is small, Kallyse has a full figure and holds herself in full confidence. She has a the trick of looking down her nose at people even when she is smaller than them. She never slouches and always holds herself an air bordering on haughty.
Likes: Well-spiced food, beautiful jewelry, and courting calls from beautiful men.
Dislikes: Being dirty (or sweaty), having to wear frumpy clothes, not being the center of attention, people calling her “Kally“ without her permission.
Demeanor: While polite, Kallyse has a deep disdain for “common folk.” She will try to be the center of attention in whatever she does, and she loves flattery. However, she’s not stupid by a long shot. She is very good at planning and manipulates everyone she can. If she can’t control someone, she labels them as a target. Flattery and kindness are her best-used weapons, but she can use blackmail and threats if she thinks she won’t get caught. Her number one rule is: Kallyse looks after Kallyse.
s o . i s . f a t e
Shell: A muted mix of dark-to-medium greens, browns, and grays.
Finding: Kallystine woke in cool light, unsettled and vaguely upset. As is was a beautiful clear night with moonlight casting a blue glow over all, she slipped outside to calm her mind. She hurried to her favorite place in the house: a small, courtyard garden, cultivated in the fashion of her mother’s home-country. Delicate plum and cherry trees had been imported and carefully tended. Pine trees were wrought in twisted, harmonious shapes. Stone lanterns lined the white river-stone path. Finally, she came to her favorite spot: a garden made entirely of stones and sand. There was a little rake there, and she took it up, holding the pattern of flowing water in her mind and following it with her hand. As she reshaped the sand to her will, her mind and heart quieted, especially when she made a just so..
Her rake whispered against something that was not sand. Startled, she looked down. Something smooth and dark was visible through a thin layer of sand. Kneeling, she brushed the particles away. As her hand made contact with the surface, she suddenly felt all her troubles melt away. She felt, deep in her heart, that this small surface was part of something much larger. Torn between eagerness to excavate the rest of it and holding on to her dignity, she paused. The object seemed to shiver under her hand.
“Well, blast it,” she muttered, using one of her father’s phrases and delighting in the crudeness of it, “no one can see me, and I want it- it wants me.”
She threw herself into the work, digging with her bare hands, regardless of the sand under her fingernails or the possibility of scratching herself. Soon enough, the object- larger than a melon- was clear of the sand. Reverently, she picked it up and cradled it to her breast. Understanding dawned on her. “To think- an egg- a Guardian’s egg- buried in my Ama’s garden!”
She left, amid a great to-do, two days later.
n e v e r . b e . a l o n e
Name: Daibutsu
Breed: Phoenix
Demeanor: Daibutsu has yet to establish his own personality, but he already exudes a deep tranquility which led to his name.
Description: He has emerald-and-chocolate feathers and gray eyes. He's still fluffy from the shell, and he has yet to grow into his adult proportions, leaving him with a head that seems much larger than it should be for the size of his body.
Have a pictar! (But she doesn't, ah, have wings in her hair. But there you go!)
