Post by Kat on Nov 4, 2010 12:06:38 GMT -8
Your Name (or nickname): Katlyn, Kat.
RP experience: 12 years
Age: 20
Gender: Female
-First Character-
Name: Dalia
Race: De'Miran
Gender: Female
Age: 175
Appearance: Dalia is a tall and lovely woman with caramel colored skin and slightly almond shaped gray eyes. Her ebony hair is worn in a long braid down her back, and she has an exotic, amazonian figure. Curvaceous where it counts, with a flat stomach and defined muscles, it is quite clear that this woman fights a lot and rarely loses. Her back is covered with a number of scars from vicious whippings received early in her life. There are also scars around her wrists where she struggled against shackles. Her teeth are straight and white, and she has a mischievous, intriguing smile. Her clothes are the simple type, made from soft, tanned leather. They fit her form well. Her boots are similar to the kind most men wear, being sturdy and good for long, harsh travel. She usually has a spear draped over her shoulders.
When transformed, Dalia looks like an anthropomorphic, jet black panther. Thick, silky fur covers her from head to toe, and her braid remains. a long black tail just out just above her buttocks, and her nails become retractable claws capable of slicing through leather. Otherwise, her body does not change much.
Behavior: Strong willed and ferocious, Dalia is the embodiment of a warrior, rarely backing down in any conflict, physical or otherwise. She can often be found at the center of any brawl in a tavern, usually being the one who started it, or at least the cause of it. She can be coy and sly when she wishes, but almost always prefers to be brash and loud. She is an expert at keeping her De'Miran heritage secret, having long ago learned to control her transformations and avoid civilization on the nights of the full moon. As a rule, she tries to stick the wilder edges of society, knowing all too well the dangers of the cities, especially for a lovely thing like her. Another secret Dalia keeps well is the fact that she is, and always has been, a lesbian.
History: Like most pure blooded De'Mirans, Dalia was born upon Meiaja Island, in the city of Chiejas. Her parents, loving and kind people, raised her to be a good, kind person. By all accounts, she was a sweet, lovable girl. Her early years were spent usually playing with other children, gamboling through the woods whenever there were not chores to be done. Despite her infection, she lived a normal life, like all De'Mirans. That wasn't to say she was not aware of the intense racism and distrust other people felt towards them. Her parents made sure that she knew that she was never to leave the island and WHY she was never allowed to leave.
As she grew older, Dalia became more and more interested in learning how to fight. Watching the warriors of the clan practice and train, she felt a desire for combat stir inside her, and was soon begging to be trained. Finding her proficiency in the use of spears, Dalia trained for years to master the weapons, turning her body into a honed, muscled weapon all of its own. While it took longer for her to learn to control her transformations, when she finally did, she earned even more respect among her tribe.
It wasn't until her sixtieth year that her life took a turn for the worst. A ship, manned by slavers, had managed to land on the island. Dalia, who had been out hunting with her fellow tribesmen, encountered the slavers. Not thinking to transform, she was forced to watch as her fellow hunters were shot down by silver tipped crossbow bolts. Fate, however, would not be so kind to the young De'Miran woman. The slavers, all too aware of her beauty, shot her with poisoned darts., as many as they could. The poison was little more than a weak paralytic, but the darts added up, and despite her will to fight, her body failed her. When she awoke, she was in a cage on the ship, her hands shackled behind her back and a crude muzzle over her mouth. She was a slave now.
Sold to a rich noble in Felwynn, the cruel man took ever precaution with his new acquisition. He kept her muzzled whenever he could, and when he raped her, he made sure to practice safe sex (such as it was at the time, little more than a lambskin tube). Dalia was tortured, whipped, beaten, raped, and made miserable for ten horrifying years. Her sanity slowly faded. She was rarely more than a feral beast, tearing at anyone who dared to come close to her. The noble, deciding she was a danger, saw to it that she was always bound carefully so that she could not harm anyone. During her transformations, she was kept in a dungeon, with guards bearing silver blades kept watch over it.
Through it all, there was only one person that allowed Dalia to maintain her sanity. A maid by the name of Eliza was assigned to take care of Dalia, to keep her clean and healthy. Her kindness and gentle demeanor saved her from Dalia's feral side. Whenever Eliza was near, Dalia would become calm, a semblance of reason and humanity returning to her. It soon turned into something more. While always vicious and cold towards her "master", Dalia was growing to love Eliza deeply. Eliza, who did not fear the werebeast, reciprocated, and the two became secret lovers. It wasn't long before Eliza contracted Anthrotitis from Dalia, and when it happened, Dalia knew what had to be done. Eliza was in danger in Felwynn. If it became clear that she was a werebeast, they'd kill her in a heartbeat. The two women plotted their escape, and one week before Eliza's first full moon, the two escaped. Dalia, fully transformed and full of righteous fury, killed anyone in their path, protecting her lover and guiding them out of the castle.
To say that they were home free was a lie. They had no money, and no home. They couldn't pay anyone to bring them back to Dalia's island home, and if they were caught, they would be killed without question. Eliza's infection grew worse as the full moon neared, and Dalia did her best to keep Eliza away from Civilization. They traveled to the Annun flats, where they could hide in the wilds until Eliza's changes were finished. However, Eliza never made it. The woman who had captured Dalia's heart died from the pain and fever that came with the virus, and Dalia was left alone in the world.
For a while, Dalia remained in the Annun flats. Legends in the area told of a demonic hellcat that stalked the forests at night, killing indiscriminately, stealing children from their beds, and devouring human flesh. None of the stories were true of course. Though hardened by her years as a slave, Dalia would never and could never kill someone without a good reason to. She remained in the woods for close to twenty years before finally deciding it was time to move on. Living among the barbarians for a time, and then as a wanderer, Dalia once again took up the martial skills she needed to survive. Eventually, Dalia managed to come to terms with her past, and the part of her heart that was once filled with glee and mischief returned. She remembers and honors her lost lover, but that does not stop her from pursuing relationships with new women. She is incredibly skilled with her spear, and even her body could be considered deadly. She is a master of hand to hand combat, learning through conflict and hard work. She now travels freely in Terrastra, passing off her odd skin color as something from an ancestor.
RP experience: 12 years
Age: 20
Gender: Female
-First Character-
Name: Dalia
Race: De'Miran
Gender: Female
Age: 175
Appearance: Dalia is a tall and lovely woman with caramel colored skin and slightly almond shaped gray eyes. Her ebony hair is worn in a long braid down her back, and she has an exotic, amazonian figure. Curvaceous where it counts, with a flat stomach and defined muscles, it is quite clear that this woman fights a lot and rarely loses. Her back is covered with a number of scars from vicious whippings received early in her life. There are also scars around her wrists where she struggled against shackles. Her teeth are straight and white, and she has a mischievous, intriguing smile. Her clothes are the simple type, made from soft, tanned leather. They fit her form well. Her boots are similar to the kind most men wear, being sturdy and good for long, harsh travel. She usually has a spear draped over her shoulders.
When transformed, Dalia looks like an anthropomorphic, jet black panther. Thick, silky fur covers her from head to toe, and her braid remains. a long black tail just out just above her buttocks, and her nails become retractable claws capable of slicing through leather. Otherwise, her body does not change much.
Behavior: Strong willed and ferocious, Dalia is the embodiment of a warrior, rarely backing down in any conflict, physical or otherwise. She can often be found at the center of any brawl in a tavern, usually being the one who started it, or at least the cause of it. She can be coy and sly when she wishes, but almost always prefers to be brash and loud. She is an expert at keeping her De'Miran heritage secret, having long ago learned to control her transformations and avoid civilization on the nights of the full moon. As a rule, she tries to stick the wilder edges of society, knowing all too well the dangers of the cities, especially for a lovely thing like her. Another secret Dalia keeps well is the fact that she is, and always has been, a lesbian.
History: Like most pure blooded De'Mirans, Dalia was born upon Meiaja Island, in the city of Chiejas. Her parents, loving and kind people, raised her to be a good, kind person. By all accounts, she was a sweet, lovable girl. Her early years were spent usually playing with other children, gamboling through the woods whenever there were not chores to be done. Despite her infection, she lived a normal life, like all De'Mirans. That wasn't to say she was not aware of the intense racism and distrust other people felt towards them. Her parents made sure that she knew that she was never to leave the island and WHY she was never allowed to leave.
As she grew older, Dalia became more and more interested in learning how to fight. Watching the warriors of the clan practice and train, she felt a desire for combat stir inside her, and was soon begging to be trained. Finding her proficiency in the use of spears, Dalia trained for years to master the weapons, turning her body into a honed, muscled weapon all of its own. While it took longer for her to learn to control her transformations, when she finally did, she earned even more respect among her tribe.
It wasn't until her sixtieth year that her life took a turn for the worst. A ship, manned by slavers, had managed to land on the island. Dalia, who had been out hunting with her fellow tribesmen, encountered the slavers. Not thinking to transform, she was forced to watch as her fellow hunters were shot down by silver tipped crossbow bolts. Fate, however, would not be so kind to the young De'Miran woman. The slavers, all too aware of her beauty, shot her with poisoned darts., as many as they could. The poison was little more than a weak paralytic, but the darts added up, and despite her will to fight, her body failed her. When she awoke, she was in a cage on the ship, her hands shackled behind her back and a crude muzzle over her mouth. She was a slave now.
Sold to a rich noble in Felwynn, the cruel man took ever precaution with his new acquisition. He kept her muzzled whenever he could, and when he raped her, he made sure to practice safe sex (such as it was at the time, little more than a lambskin tube). Dalia was tortured, whipped, beaten, raped, and made miserable for ten horrifying years. Her sanity slowly faded. She was rarely more than a feral beast, tearing at anyone who dared to come close to her. The noble, deciding she was a danger, saw to it that she was always bound carefully so that she could not harm anyone. During her transformations, she was kept in a dungeon, with guards bearing silver blades kept watch over it.
Through it all, there was only one person that allowed Dalia to maintain her sanity. A maid by the name of Eliza was assigned to take care of Dalia, to keep her clean and healthy. Her kindness and gentle demeanor saved her from Dalia's feral side. Whenever Eliza was near, Dalia would become calm, a semblance of reason and humanity returning to her. It soon turned into something more. While always vicious and cold towards her "master", Dalia was growing to love Eliza deeply. Eliza, who did not fear the werebeast, reciprocated, and the two became secret lovers. It wasn't long before Eliza contracted Anthrotitis from Dalia, and when it happened, Dalia knew what had to be done. Eliza was in danger in Felwynn. If it became clear that she was a werebeast, they'd kill her in a heartbeat. The two women plotted their escape, and one week before Eliza's first full moon, the two escaped. Dalia, fully transformed and full of righteous fury, killed anyone in their path, protecting her lover and guiding them out of the castle.
To say that they were home free was a lie. They had no money, and no home. They couldn't pay anyone to bring them back to Dalia's island home, and if they were caught, they would be killed without question. Eliza's infection grew worse as the full moon neared, and Dalia did her best to keep Eliza away from Civilization. They traveled to the Annun flats, where they could hide in the wilds until Eliza's changes were finished. However, Eliza never made it. The woman who had captured Dalia's heart died from the pain and fever that came with the virus, and Dalia was left alone in the world.
For a while, Dalia remained in the Annun flats. Legends in the area told of a demonic hellcat that stalked the forests at night, killing indiscriminately, stealing children from their beds, and devouring human flesh. None of the stories were true of course. Though hardened by her years as a slave, Dalia would never and could never kill someone without a good reason to. She remained in the woods for close to twenty years before finally deciding it was time to move on. Living among the barbarians for a time, and then as a wanderer, Dalia once again took up the martial skills she needed to survive. Eventually, Dalia managed to come to terms with her past, and the part of her heart that was once filled with glee and mischief returned. She remembers and honors her lost lover, but that does not stop her from pursuing relationships with new women. She is incredibly skilled with her spear, and even her body could be considered deadly. She is a master of hand to hand combat, learning through conflict and hard work. She now travels freely in Terrastra, passing off her odd skin color as something from an ancestor.