Post by tariku on Mar 23, 2007 19:58:44 GMT -5
Name: Tariku
Age:17
Appearance: pale tan skin, curly, wavy darkish red hair that reaches to the top of her stomach, 5"7', light green eyes that are almost gray, beautiful, lean with the slight tone of muscle, has a white scar on her forearm in the shape of a four-pointed star (she's embarassed by it so she hides it with a black piece of cloth)
Personality: quiet, likes to keep to herself, not much of talker unless she trusts you or is forced to talk, once she loosens up, she is very kind, caring, smart, and stubborn(she likes her pride intact)
Skill: She knows how to cure some illnesses, bandage wounds, mend wounds, and relieve aches. She learned this from her father's sister, Kanala.
History: She has lived in the same small cottage, in the same village, in Avaren, all her life. She never felt that she was like any of the villagers at all. All of the children her age seem to notice too, they never strayed too close to her, for fear of.........anything. She never knew her mother. "She had to leave us. She was sick and did not want her newborn child to be hurt by her illness," Quoting her father, Kundun. Tariku still thinks that her mother leaving them was even more hurtful. She stopped crying about it when she was 9. That was when she began to feel a kind, warm presence comfort her. She has no idea what it is but, she welcomed it as a friend. She sometimes talks to it but though it didn't seem to have a voice, it did have caring ears, a comforting shoulder, and protective arms. She has forced herself to believing that this presence is the only person she needs in her life. She was a well-behaved daughter, never complaining, always giving, doing any chore when asked. Kundun became ill when she was 14. Now, she has a reason to stay in the village. But there are the moments that she feels like everybody would be living so much better if she was out of the way. Not only does she need a mother, but also a friend, a destiny, and an adventure.
Age:17
Appearance: pale tan skin, curly, wavy darkish red hair that reaches to the top of her stomach, 5"7', light green eyes that are almost gray, beautiful, lean with the slight tone of muscle, has a white scar on her forearm in the shape of a four-pointed star (she's embarassed by it so she hides it with a black piece of cloth)
Personality: quiet, likes to keep to herself, not much of talker unless she trusts you or is forced to talk, once she loosens up, she is very kind, caring, smart, and stubborn(she likes her pride intact)
Skill: She knows how to cure some illnesses, bandage wounds, mend wounds, and relieve aches. She learned this from her father's sister, Kanala.
History: She has lived in the same small cottage, in the same village, in Avaren, all her life. She never felt that she was like any of the villagers at all. All of the children her age seem to notice too, they never strayed too close to her, for fear of.........anything. She never knew her mother. "She had to leave us. She was sick and did not want her newborn child to be hurt by her illness," Quoting her father, Kundun. Tariku still thinks that her mother leaving them was even more hurtful. She stopped crying about it when she was 9. That was when she began to feel a kind, warm presence comfort her. She has no idea what it is but, she welcomed it as a friend. She sometimes talks to it but though it didn't seem to have a voice, it did have caring ears, a comforting shoulder, and protective arms. She has forced herself to believing that this presence is the only person she needs in her life. She was a well-behaved daughter, never complaining, always giving, doing any chore when asked. Kundun became ill when she was 14. Now, she has a reason to stay in the village. But there are the moments that she feels like everybody would be living so much better if she was out of the way. Not only does she need a mother, but also a friend, a destiny, and an adventure.