Post by Kisimba on Feb 9, 2010 10:33:58 GMT -5
†---------------------------------------------------------------†
†---------------------------------------------------------------†
Kisimba
†---------------------------------------------------------------†
†---------------------------------------------------------------†
Identity Chart
†---------------------------------------------------------------†
†Name: Kisimba
†Age: 20
†Appearance Age: 20
†Race: Khajiit
† Sexual Orientation Straight
†Gender: Female
†Birth Sign: The Warrior
†Hair Color: Blonde
†Eye Color: Green
†Height: 5'7"
†Weight: 144 lbs.
†Skin Tone: Pale skin underneath orange fur with tiger stripes.
†Appearance: She is skinny for the most part, but has a somewhat chubby stomach. Most of the time her blonde hair is held back behind a simple headband. While most Khajiit seem to have yellow eyes, Kisimba happens to have green ones.
As for her clothing, she wears a green tunic along with a pale brown skirt most of the time. Unless she is wearing her light armor, she is typically barefooted. Most of the time she also happens to wear a sword or dagger on her side. She also wears a pair of bracelets and anklets adorned with lapiz lazuli stones. Finally, she can be seen sometimes with a light blue ribbon tied around her tail near the tip.
Her armor is a miss-match of both rough leather armor, normal leather armor, and fur armor. She wears the rough leather 'greaves' as well as as a cuirass and shield, but wears a fur hood 'helmet', boots, and a pair of leather gauntlets.
†Guild: Arena Bloodletter, but considers joining both the Fighter's and Mage's Guilds at one point in her life.
†---------------------------------------------------------------†
Taste
†---------------------------------------------------------------†
†Likes: Cooking, nature, eating, sparring, swimming, foot races, and gentle rain.
†Dislikes: Sewers, being cold, marshes, conflict, and very heavy weapons such as warhammers (is okay with claymores and dai-katana)
†Fears: Drowning, being dissolved by acid/lava/molten metals/etc., being tortured
†Nervous Habits: Bites her nails, shakes her tail rapidly when nervous, blinks too much
†---------------------------------------------------------------†
For The Record
†---------------------------------------------------------------†
†Personality: Kisimba is a lighthearted and peaceful one, if not a bit childish at times. She does not see the 'big deal' about worrying about life, and is rather easy-going because of this as well. She likes cheering people up when they are down as well as entertaining others.
She is a bit of a pollyanna, however, and tends to trust in the best of people much too often. She is somewhat faithful to Akatosh, as well, but prefers keeping her faith a secret as to not offend others somehow. Finally, she considers being given a meal from a friend as being one of the kindest things one can do for others, as getting enough nourishment is a necessity to life.
†Weapon(s): Like many Khajiit, Kisimba is skilled at unarmed fighting and, as the numbness of her knuckles would reveal, she is an expert at fist fighting. She is also skilled with swordsmanship and knife fighting, and typically wears on the belt of her skirt either a simple iron dagger or her prized steel cutlass.
†Power/s: In game terms, Kisimba is skilled at Blade, Hand to Hand, Destruction, Restoration, Light Armor, Block, and Athletics. Her biggest assets are her Strength, Endurance and Willpower. She is an Apprentice at all of her skills except for Hand to Hand, where she had recently become a Journeyman.
†Weaknesses: Food affinity, easily trusting, childish, tends to forget things, and has aquaphobia at times over drowning
†Talent/s: Skilled at the martial arts, is a decent cook, can survive outdoors, and is hardy
†Mother: Jo'Hassiri
†Father Do'Vassa
†Siblings: None; is an only child
†Pets: None
†History: Kimsiba originally lived a normal life amongst a pair of mated Khajiit nomads, the monk Do'Vassa "The Knife" and the healer Jo'Hassiri. As she lived her life, she was taught the skills of combat and magic from her parents.
All went well in her life until she was taken from her homelands of Elsweyr to be a slave in the province of Morrowind. She lived miserably for a month or two there as the slave of a Dunmer family. The reason she only lived there for such a short period of time was because, in her captors' slumber, she murdered the father of the family with her bare hands. The reasons she singled out the father was because he was the head of the family and mostly because he treated the other slaves cruelly.
As the Dunmer family awoke, they were stricken with grief at the murder. By then, Kisimba and the slaves had all escaped. Afflicted with guilt, however, Kisimba turned herself in and was sentenced to jailing. She remained imprisoned for roughly a week, however, before someone had taken interest in her from Cyrodiil. As luck would have it, she was integrated as a warrior on the Blue Team of the Arena. If she could survive long enough to become a Bloodletter there, she would be granted her freedom.
Due to her versatility in combat and magic, she managed to rise through the ranks in the Arena and became a Bloodletter, managing to earn her freedom. With her pocket money, she saved up for a sword she had always wanted: a steel cutlass.
†RP Sample:
(This is taken from August 2006 from a Final Fantasy fan forum known as the Realm of Eternal Rain. The topic in which one can find the following message is here: z4.invisionfree.com/roer/index.php?showtopic=398&st=90)
The poor girl felt absolutely miserable at the thought of trying to split up the close friends, Ketal and Kali, through her own infatuation. She tried to tell herself, brushing aside any self-insult she could think of, that she wasn't trying to tear into their relationship on purpose. She wasn't paying much attention, caught up in her own pity party... that is, until Kali unexpectedly embraced her. "Huh?"
The peaceful samurai let Jess down from her bear-strength hug, and now Jess could hear her speak about Ketal's little charms; the special traits that she had grown to love, and the source of Jess's own fascination. By now, such a storm of negativity within herself had calmed down. She rose her head back up, and spoke back in her regular, girlish voice, "I... I understand how you feel. I couldn't go a darn day next to that l'il fuzzball without my cheeks warming up towards 'im! Well, we're all friends here, no? I'll try to keep enough distance from him so it doesn't seem like I wanna get into his... uhm... I'll shut up now".
Ms. Ambrosia brushed a paw through her hair, and finished, "Glad to help you get out what's on your mind, Kali. And... well, I'm not sure what to say, so..." She did a mock version of her mother's majestic and sophisticated voice as she left the room in the direction of door, saying,
"As night surely falls,
and exhaustion arises,
curiousity called,
yielding new surprises.
Goods to spill blood,
and goods to protect it,
stowed away for safety,
now our finds, unexpected.
But enough of my talk,
there's not much further,
off to relax I walk,
yet I ask, 'what's for supper?'"
