Post by Nasrin the Wolverine Warrior on Jun 9, 2010 12:39:22 GMT -8
like blood through my fingers...
Name: Nasrin the Wolverine Warrior
Nickname(s): --
Age: 22
Date of Birth: June 9th
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Practice: Warrior
Abilities: Swordplay Finesse
Loyalty: The Wolverine Tribe
Status/Occupation: Traveling warrior. Could potentially be hired as a mercenary or assassin, if the circumstances are right.
and the hunted becomes the hunter
Appearance:
Nasrin has a wild, exotic look about her. Her hair is dark brown, messy, and shorter than most women, cut to just below her chin. Her eyes are hazel, like all warriors. Her skin is light brown from spending so much time in the sun. Nasrin is 5'8" and looks to weigh about 170 pounds, though not a single bit of it is fat. Everywhere you look, her muscles are evident and hard, giving her a very strong, athletic appearance. She has slightly less than average curves, and her breasts are small, but her body isn't so unfeminine as to look like a boy's. On her cheeks are three tattooed blue lines, with the bottom two solid and the top line broken up into three little lines. Nasrin's clothing is strange as well, serving as clothing as well as armor. Her top is sleeveless with a hood and it stops right below her ribs; her pants are loose, easy to move in, and end up at the knees; and she wears leather boots that come up to her knees. Both her top and her pants look to be made of leather, but in the middle of the layers is a layer of chain mail, hidden and cushioned so that it doesn't make noise. Her clothing also gives her easy movement. Around her hips is a leather belt with a dagger, and she carries a spear with her everywhere she goes.
PICTURE
you must know your enemy to crush them
Personality:
Straight up, Nasrin is dangerous. Having grown up in the forest and worshiping the wolverine has made her wild and unable to be tamed. She has a belief that once a companion is no longer of use, they are disposable; in that case, said companion should pray that the sacrifice date is not close. This belief, of course, does not include her tribesmen. She is stubborn in her ways, and she has a temper, so trying to tempt her into believing something she doesn't want to believe can be potentially lethal. Nasrin believes that everyone makes their own destiny; they do not have a set purpose when they are born, for they shall forge that purpose themselves. She is blunt and has a brutal sense of humor. She doesn't trust anyone except for her tribesmen.
you are disposable
History:
Like all Wolverine children, Nasrin played and explored until she was 7 years old. That was when her training began. It was custom for all members of the tribe to learn to defend themselves at that age, and their skill during the training decided their future. So Nasrin learned to wield a dagger and shoot a bow as if they were extensions of herself, just like every other 7 year old. But unlike the others, when she turned 10, Nasrin advanced to the Elite Class and began training as a true Wolverine Warrior. She learned to throw a spear great distances, disarm her foes with ease, sneak passed a camp of sleeping guards. And her life continued on as a Wolverine Warrior, raiding towns, defending against other tribes, and participating in the sacred rituals.
That is, until the shaman spoke.
The shaman, with his great magic, told their great leader that the Wolverine Tribe was falling behind in the times. They did not need to change their ways necessarily, but they needed to know how the rest of the world worked. And with all her great wisdom, their leader chose Nasrin to go and find out about the world, much to her distaste.
Roleplay Sample:
"You cannot be serious!"
"I am very serious, Nasrin."
Anger flared up in her eyes, the hazel color seeming to turn molten as her temper exploded. Her fingers curled into a fist by her side and started to shake. Without warning, the woman turned on her heel and threw back the cloth flap covering the opening to the tent, stomping out into the night air. The sudden change of temperature startled her, since she hadn't realized how heated her skin was, and Nasrin paused just outside the tent flap, staring out over the lake they had camped near for the last week. The moon reflected off the surface of the water in dazzling shimmers, unbroken and perfect. Near the bank, a fish splashed back into the liquid it had jumped out of. Her eyes traveled up from the water to the stars, making her own patterns as she flitted her gaze from one little sun to the next.
It was a few moments before the woman Nasrin had been speaking to approached her again. Nasrin heard her leader coming but stayed perfectly still, calm and collected as she gazed up at the heavens. For a time, it was silent. Then, finally:
"I'm not suited for this kind of thing, Sister."
When the other woman didn't reply, Nasrin turned to look at her, waiting for her words to be acknowledged. The leader smiled. "Nasrin, the shaman said that you were our best choice for this. I cannot argue with that."
"But I'm all wrong for this kind of thing! You can't expect me to gain anything from this. Why do we have to go anyways? Our way has worked for us for centuries. Why try to change it now?"
The leader laughed loudly, throwing her head back. Nasrin stiffened at the laughter, staring at the woman in front of her indignantly, wondering what could possibly be so funny. When her laughter had subsided, the leader grinned at Nasrin. "You have always been a stubborn little thing, set in your ways. It'll be good for you to have some outside influences."
Without warning, the leader stepped toward Nasrin and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, kissing her forehead gently before resting her own forehead against Nasrin's. In their tribe, this kind of intimacy was common amongst everyone; it was a sign of love and trust. Nasrin's hazel eyes stared up into her leader's green for a moment, her arms settling around the other woman's waist. "You will be fine, Sister," the leader whispered softly, smiling down at Nasrin. With reluctance, Nasrin extracted herself from her leader's warm embrace, surprised by how difficult it was simply to let go of her. It took the woman a moment to realize that it wasn't just letting go of her leader physically that she had a problem with; Nasrin had never been without the tribe.
What would she do?
How would she survive?
Again, the leader laughed, and Nasrin realized that she must have been portraying her emotions on her face. "Sister, you are probably one of the most adaptable members of our tribe. You will do just fine. And, if anyone messes with you, you can always honor them by sacrificing them to the wolverines." Nasrin grinned.
"Will do, Sister."
It's a genetic thing linked with those particular talents. I'll go ahead and approve her though. 