Post by Moonlit on Jul 19, 2011 23:03:03 GMT -5
Cymmie
" Falling in the black
Slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths can I ever go back
Dreaming of the way it used to be
Can you hear me "
the basics,
»»character full name: Cymopoleia aka Cymmie
»»age: as old as the planet of Sterhera, looks to be about 21
»»gender: female
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»position: Hunter (in disguise)
»»race: Goddess of Water
»»alliance:Pirate/Deity
»»powers: She can control water and make it appear from the moisture in the air, she can also freeze it. The issue is it takes a lot of energy to use her powers and she can't concentrate on anything but controlling them if she is using them. So she often doesn't use them to their fullest extent during battle.
»»weapons:Cymmie's weapons of choice are spears and daggers. Her spear is a dual pointed weapon, whose two ends each have two points which cross over each other. It is colored a deep pink with gold accents. Usually she only uses this if she is fishing, which she rarely does.
Her two daggers are each a foot and a half long. They shine almost a bright white color instead of the color of silver. They have golden hilts and handles with a pink gemstone on each pommel which can only be found on Sterhera.
the appearance,
»»eyes: emerald green
»»markings: she has a beauty mark under her right eye, two piercings (one on each ear) with purple claw-shaped earrings that dangle from them, two scars on her right arm and shoulder from a fight with a dragmun, on her left bicep is a blue tribal tattoo
»»height: 5'9"
»»weight: 155 lbs.
»»general appearance: Cymmie is a beautiful and fairly tall woman. She has a tribal air about her. Her skin is lightly bronzed from the amount of time she spends in the sun and her hair is a dark wavy brown cut somewhat short and with beads in it. With eyes the color of emeralds, she can give looks that seem to pin you to the ground. She is a healthy weight with a shapely hourglass figure. Adorned with a tattoo, several pieces of jewelry, and a few scars Cymmie is not your average beauty. Her body tells a story. She walks with a perfected grace, and confidence that few can master. In other words she is perfectly at home in her skin, though she is quite aware of her scars and prefers when they aren't touched.
Her preferred clothes are different colored Saris that range around purple and blue tints. Underneath that she wears a black tank top with black sleeves over her forearms. On her feet she wears tan leather open toed boots and two fur pelt hanging from a cord beneath her two belts that hold her spear and daggers.
the personality,
»»likes: Music, Danger, Men, Freedom, Water, Fruit
»»dislikes: Most Meats, Imprisonment, Dirt, Being touched by those she sees as lower than her, Stupidity, Love
»»strengths: (at least two, and explain why)
The Water-The power of the water is controlled by Cymmie. She can speak to it and it speaks to her so she can know where she needs to go without the fear of getting lost. They have a symbiotic relationship, she protects it and it protects her.
Flirt- She is a great flirt, she flirts with just about any man but she does it with amazing grace, never seeming to miss a beat.
»»weaknesses:
Tempestuous Nature- Cymmie's personality is that of a predictable Water deity. Her emotions are a swirl of confusion and she switches from to the other quite quickly. It is hard to predict her and makes it hard for her to make friends, though that's usually ok with her. Though the issue is she has no control over her powers when she upset. They mimic her emotions.
Fear of Love- She has an extreme fear of caring relationships, whether they be looking to make friends or romance. It makes it hard to get information steadily, though she does have friends every so often they usually end up dying before she gets too involved with them. This fear stems from the betrayal of Eros.
»»secrets:She secretly hopes for that one person who can worm their way past her fear and make her fall in love with them.
»»general personality:This woman is a tempest like that of the sea. Her emotions are a roller coaster and are so unpredictable it could make you dizzy because of how quickly they turn about. The issue with her being so emotional is when she grows upset or angry she has almost no control over her powers and the water just mimics her emotions. Her emotions have gotten worst since she was "betrayed" by Eros. Since the betrayal she has also become a lot more dangerous to herself, she keeps going into a downward spiral that she will end up hurting herself in. Because of the betrayal she now has a fear of love, she will not make friends with anyone if she can help it and if she does end up having friends she keeps them far away from her until they slowly worm their way in but they always end up dying (considering how dangerous the world is). She has no interest is romantic relationships either though she does flirt and use her body for pleasurable experiences.
She is proud and slightly vain, she will simply smile when someone tells her she looks good that day, or nod. She agrees with all they say and knows she looks good. The only thing she is especially conscious of is the small light colored scars on her body. She loves music, but can't play any instruments. Her voice is slightly low and she is considered an alto. She likes the taste of freedom and fears being captured and used to control the water for the humans. For some reason she prefers fruit and vegetables over most meats. She feels uncomfortable eating most sea creatures, like fish, but feels no issue eating birds and animals.
Dirt is something she doesn't like, not necessarily when it's just on the ground. It's just when she gets dirty herself, that includes oil, rust or anything that marks the skin.
the history,
»»mother: None
»»father: None
»»siblings: The other gods aren't necessarily her siblings but she considers them to be.
»»others: The pirates.
»»background: Cymmie has been alive as long as Sterhera has been around, and Sterhera is as old as Earth. She never really had a purpose before the humans, she had the gods with her the entire time. They lived together in harmony and only had little spats. But with the humans now here, their world has changed. In the beginning there was no war. The gods were friendly but did not reveal themselves and instead pretended to be humans. Cymmie ended up falling in love with one of the government officials.
This official's name was Eros, and Cymmie loved him deeply. Back then she was new to love and was not any good at showing this emotion. She ended up being passed over for one of her best, human friends. She grew furious and ended up killing Eros in her anger. It hurt her to do this, she grew fearful of love after this, fearful that she might get hurt again and that she might kill another human. She swore off love after that, refusing to allow herself the pleasure of it. Though she still longs for the touch of another in such a way. It was after this fiasco that the war started and she no longer had to worry about such things.
Cymmie and the other gods watched as the two factions separated and became hostile toward each other. They began to study each side and realized that it was best to side with the Pirates because the Government or Council was much more oppressive to the species the gods had learned to love. So it was Cymmie who came to the Captain of the Sky Pirates in a dream, calling to them and showing them that a group of gods watched over the planet they now resided on. It was the Pirates choice to worship them and then follow what they said and rise against the Council.
For now Cymmie and the other gods are just watching, waiting to see if they will be needed. They prefer sitting on the sidelines, they don't want to kill if they don't have to.
the player,
»»alias: Cymmie
»»age: 19
»»contact: hawkfrosta@aol.com; aim: hawkfrosta; msn: hawkfrosta@hotmail.com
»»rp sample:
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" Falling in the black
Slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths can I ever go back
Dreaming of the way it used to be
Can you hear me "
the basics,
»»character full name: Cymopoleia aka Cymmie
»»age: as old as the planet of Sterhera, looks to be about 21
»»gender: female
»»sexual orientation:heterosexual
»»position: Hunter (in disguise)
»»race: Goddess of Water
»»alliance:Pirate/Deity
»»powers: She can control water and make it appear from the moisture in the air, she can also freeze it. The issue is it takes a lot of energy to use her powers and she can't concentrate on anything but controlling them if she is using them. So she often doesn't use them to their fullest extent during battle.
»»weapons:Cymmie's weapons of choice are spears and daggers. Her spear is a dual pointed weapon, whose two ends each have two points which cross over each other. It is colored a deep pink with gold accents. Usually she only uses this if she is fishing, which she rarely does.
Her two daggers are each a foot and a half long. They shine almost a bright white color instead of the color of silver. They have golden hilts and handles with a pink gemstone on each pommel which can only be found on Sterhera.
the appearance,
»»eyes: emerald green
»»markings: she has a beauty mark under her right eye, two piercings (one on each ear) with purple claw-shaped earrings that dangle from them, two scars on her right arm and shoulder from a fight with a dragmun, on her left bicep is a blue tribal tattoo
»»height: 5'9"
»»weight: 155 lbs.
»»general appearance: Cymmie is a beautiful and fairly tall woman. She has a tribal air about her. Her skin is lightly bronzed from the amount of time she spends in the sun and her hair is a dark wavy brown cut somewhat short and with beads in it. With eyes the color of emeralds, she can give looks that seem to pin you to the ground. She is a healthy weight with a shapely hourglass figure. Adorned with a tattoo, several pieces of jewelry, and a few scars Cymmie is not your average beauty. Her body tells a story. She walks with a perfected grace, and confidence that few can master. In other words she is perfectly at home in her skin, though she is quite aware of her scars and prefers when they aren't touched.
Her preferred clothes are different colored Saris that range around purple and blue tints. Underneath that she wears a black tank top with black sleeves over her forearms. On her feet she wears tan leather open toed boots and two fur pelt hanging from a cord beneath her two belts that hold her spear and daggers.
the personality,
»»likes: Music, Danger, Men, Freedom, Water, Fruit
»»dislikes: Most Meats, Imprisonment, Dirt, Being touched by those she sees as lower than her, Stupidity, Love
»»strengths: (at least two, and explain why)
The Water-The power of the water is controlled by Cymmie. She can speak to it and it speaks to her so she can know where she needs to go without the fear of getting lost. They have a symbiotic relationship, she protects it and it protects her.
Flirt- She is a great flirt, she flirts with just about any man but she does it with amazing grace, never seeming to miss a beat.
»»weaknesses:
Tempestuous Nature- Cymmie's personality is that of a predictable Water deity. Her emotions are a swirl of confusion and she switches from to the other quite quickly. It is hard to predict her and makes it hard for her to make friends, though that's usually ok with her. Though the issue is she has no control over her powers when she upset. They mimic her emotions.
Fear of Love- She has an extreme fear of caring relationships, whether they be looking to make friends or romance. It makes it hard to get information steadily, though she does have friends every so often they usually end up dying before she gets too involved with them. This fear stems from the betrayal of Eros.
»»secrets:She secretly hopes for that one person who can worm their way past her fear and make her fall in love with them.
»»general personality:This woman is a tempest like that of the sea. Her emotions are a roller coaster and are so unpredictable it could make you dizzy because of how quickly they turn about. The issue with her being so emotional is when she grows upset or angry she has almost no control over her powers and the water just mimics her emotions. Her emotions have gotten worst since she was "betrayed" by Eros. Since the betrayal she has also become a lot more dangerous to herself, she keeps going into a downward spiral that she will end up hurting herself in. Because of the betrayal she now has a fear of love, she will not make friends with anyone if she can help it and if she does end up having friends she keeps them far away from her until they slowly worm their way in but they always end up dying (considering how dangerous the world is). She has no interest is romantic relationships either though she does flirt and use her body for pleasurable experiences.
She is proud and slightly vain, she will simply smile when someone tells her she looks good that day, or nod. She agrees with all they say and knows she looks good. The only thing she is especially conscious of is the small light colored scars on her body. She loves music, but can't play any instruments. Her voice is slightly low and she is considered an alto. She likes the taste of freedom and fears being captured and used to control the water for the humans. For some reason she prefers fruit and vegetables over most meats. She feels uncomfortable eating most sea creatures, like fish, but feels no issue eating birds and animals.
Dirt is something she doesn't like, not necessarily when it's just on the ground. It's just when she gets dirty herself, that includes oil, rust or anything that marks the skin.
the history,
»»mother: None
»»father: None
»»siblings: The other gods aren't necessarily her siblings but she considers them to be.
»»others: The pirates.
»»background: Cymmie has been alive as long as Sterhera has been around, and Sterhera is as old as Earth. She never really had a purpose before the humans, she had the gods with her the entire time. They lived together in harmony and only had little spats. But with the humans now here, their world has changed. In the beginning there was no war. The gods were friendly but did not reveal themselves and instead pretended to be humans. Cymmie ended up falling in love with one of the government officials.
This official's name was Eros, and Cymmie loved him deeply. Back then she was new to love and was not any good at showing this emotion. She ended up being passed over for one of her best, human friends. She grew furious and ended up killing Eros in her anger. It hurt her to do this, she grew fearful of love after this, fearful that she might get hurt again and that she might kill another human. She swore off love after that, refusing to allow herself the pleasure of it. Though she still longs for the touch of another in such a way. It was after this fiasco that the war started and she no longer had to worry about such things.
Cymmie and the other gods watched as the two factions separated and became hostile toward each other. They began to study each side and realized that it was best to side with the Pirates because the Government or Council was much more oppressive to the species the gods had learned to love. So it was Cymmie who came to the Captain of the Sky Pirates in a dream, calling to them and showing them that a group of gods watched over the planet they now resided on. It was the Pirates choice to worship them and then follow what they said and rise against the Council.
For now Cymmie and the other gods are just watching, waiting to see if they will be needed. They prefer sitting on the sidelines, they don't want to kill if they don't have to.
the player,
»»alias: Cymmie
»»age: 19
»»contact: hawkfrosta@aol.com; aim: hawkfrosta; msn: hawkfrosta@hotmail.com
»»rp sample:
He had wandered into the library after deciding his next class was entirely too boring to sit through today. So instead of actually going Alastair had slipped out into the rain, enjoying the feeling of the big drops sloughing off his frame in huge amounts. They seemed to gather together right before they touched him and then washed over him like a bucket of water. Though Alastair knew that was impossible. The rain was slightly cold, but warm enough that it didn't chill him to the bone. There was definitely enough of it though. HE was soon drenched, his shirt sticking to his skin and pants clinging to his legs.
After wandering around outside for a good thirty minutes, he ended up going back inside and felt suddenly way too hot. His blazer and vest had already been discarded and were both hanging limply from a finger over his shoulder. The tie was still on though and all buttons done up tightly. Not that it mattered that no skin was shown, you could practically see through the white shirt that dripped onto the floor beneath his feet. He made his way toward the one place he knew he would be safe from prying questions about why he was hanging about, the library.
As he walked his shoes made a squishing sound and it made him chuckle. He loved rain, it was a wonderful thing that refreshed the earth every time it came about. He soon arrived at the door he had been looking for and pushed it open. Glancing around, before he entered, he saw no one who proved to be a danger to his good mood. So he quickly grabbed a few paper towels from one of the cubby holes in the desk up front and wiped his hands dry. He wandered into the fiction section, his elegant fingers skimming the spine of books as he read the names, looking for something to read.
Eventually he found something, it was in English (thankfully) and complete fiction about some type of place where demons were being set upon children. It was interesting, to say the least. Something that worked his brain as it often didn't explain certain things and he had to wonder what was going on. As he walked down the aisle, flipping the pages quickly, he stepped up to a shadowy alcove from which someone spoke.
Quirking a brow he glanced up, marking his spot with a small fold of the page and he smirked at the boy sitting in the corner. Alastair snapped the book closed and said, "Well, look like you had the same idea I had, except with some different intent. Why should I bother flipping my pages quieter? This is a library and is meant for reading, not sleeping." His eyes glimmered with mischief as he said this, a challenge in his voice.
After wandering around outside for a good thirty minutes, he ended up going back inside and felt suddenly way too hot. His blazer and vest had already been discarded and were both hanging limply from a finger over his shoulder. The tie was still on though and all buttons done up tightly. Not that it mattered that no skin was shown, you could practically see through the white shirt that dripped onto the floor beneath his feet. He made his way toward the one place he knew he would be safe from prying questions about why he was hanging about, the library.
As he walked his shoes made a squishing sound and it made him chuckle. He loved rain, it was a wonderful thing that refreshed the earth every time it came about. He soon arrived at the door he had been looking for and pushed it open. Glancing around, before he entered, he saw no one who proved to be a danger to his good mood. So he quickly grabbed a few paper towels from one of the cubby holes in the desk up front and wiped his hands dry. He wandered into the fiction section, his elegant fingers skimming the spine of books as he read the names, looking for something to read.
Eventually he found something, it was in English (thankfully) and complete fiction about some type of place where demons were being set upon children. It was interesting, to say the least. Something that worked his brain as it often didn't explain certain things and he had to wonder what was going on. As he walked down the aisle, flipping the pages quickly, he stepped up to a shadowy alcove from which someone spoke.
Quirking a brow he glanced up, marking his spot with a small fold of the page and he smirked at the boy sitting in the corner. Alastair snapped the book closed and said, "Well, look like you had the same idea I had, except with some different intent. Why should I bother flipping my pages quieter? This is a library and is meant for reading, not sleeping." His eyes glimmered with mischief as he said this, a challenge in his voice.
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