Post by Yanti on Feb 3, 2010 18:12:42 GMT -5
Name: Yanti
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Rokure
Mount: An Ikran named Eäni.
Eäni is an average sized she-ikran that looks nothing unusual, if maybe, just a little bit dumpy. This opinion however, lasts only till she spreads her wings and takes to the air. There, in flight, she shows a strikingly beautiful elegance and, of course, her remarkable colors: the blue and greenish hues of the sky and the sea combine in vivid markings on her body and wings.
Her character is mild and calm. She is shy of strangers and does not trust quickly. Also it is not a good idea to anger her. She is a wild animal after all...and like rider, like mount. Their personalities are markedly similar sometimes.
Physical Description:
Standing a little over three meters high, Yanti is tall for a woman, in fact as tall as quite a few of the men of the clan are. When younger she was rather unhappy about this, as she felt too large, too clumsy and her hands and feet seemed to her to be generally out of place. Getting older though she grew out of this lankiness where nothing seemed to fit right. Her proportions evened out and, to her happy surprise, felt good to her.
Nowadays she has the lithe and sinewy appearance of her people and moves with just the same grace and elegance as all the others do.
Her face is narrow and sharp, though not at all unattractive with its wide cheekbones and those large eyes, which are the only other remarkable feature about her. They are amber colored with some dark grey flecks. This gives them a bit of a muted tone and softens what would otherwise be rather fierce looks. The skin is the usual blue-grey of the mountain people. Her face and body markings are of the same hue but quite a bit darker and thus clearly visible.
For clothes she wears the general garb of the Rokure tribe, depending on the season, the weather and the occasion. Though she likes the sun on her bare skin better, the harsh cold mountain climate often makes it necessary to put on a warm tunic. Being of a practical mind she tends to more plain things and only her hair gets more attention. Tied back and woven into finger thick braids the jet black strands fall over her shoulders and down her back. She likes to twine thin blue thongs of soft leather, on which tiny bits of gleaming white shell are strung, into it.
Complete with some necklaces of the same making this creates a stark contrast of the greys and blues and whites of skin, hair and shell, which not only she herself finds pleasing.
Personality:
Outwardly Yanti appears even tempered and outgoing but at the same time so composed and quiet in her ways, that this gives a first impression of her being friendly and content, but rather boring.
She is an optimistic person and will seldom give in to low spirits and negative moods.
She was never brash and loud, since she was too busy being embarrassed at being such a clout. This has not changed much over the years, except for the last thing. Having finally outgrown it, she has turned into a very confident, calm and peace loving person, with a strong wish for everybody and everything around her to be in harmony.
This does not stretch to her giving in to lies though. She will tell the truth if asked her opinion. And she expects the same from others. Dishonesty is a concept which she simply will not tolerate. It is something for which there is no place in her world. So diplomacy is not her greatest strength. Loyalty is however, and she will always stand by those that have her love and friendship.
Inwardly matters may be a little different. Being of such a friendly disposition leads some people to think she will not realize it, when she is being cheated or taken advantage of. This is a mistake though. She absolutely hates it when her kind patience is mistaken for stupidity and can get immensely angry and cross about this. Her answers then are a harsh, mean and sharply sarcastic.
Add to this a good share of stubbornness and it becomes clear that she will not take the first step to repair relations that got damaged this way. Which brings up another point about her; she is headstrong and will do what she considers right no matter what the cost to herself is. But these extreme cases are the rare exceptions, because normally she is an intelligent and reasonable person.
So in short, she likes to laugh, to be with the ones she loves, and to enjoy life. She finds pleasure in the little things, and strongly feels the wonderful connection with her world.
Talents:
”You will never be a warrior, but a Rokure healer needs to travel quickly through our pathless mountains, so go and bond your Ikran.”(Olo'eyktan)
Though she tried hard to become a warrior and hunter, she never qualified. Her abilities really do not lie here. It took her quite some time and help to realize this.
Not all of her training was useless however. Looking out for plants she turned into a fine tracker.
”It seems that sometimes Eywa must make the blind see. We need a healer with your abilities.” (Tsahik)
Here her true interests and her love are. Her connection with nature gives her an instinctive feel for the right herbs and their use, for the songs and ways, to ease pains and heal wounds. So after giving up the misguided idea of following her father’s footsteps she trained with the healers and has found her place amongst them.
History:
“Yanti!”
The child turned round and went to see what her mother wanted. Being the only offspring of her parents had two sides to it. One was that they loved her dearly and gave her what was in their power to give, to make her happy. And she felt safe and good with them.
On the other hand they expected her one and only, to be so much, that her greatest fear was to sorely disappoint their ambitions and wishes for her. Of course she tried to do her best, but she was always so tall, so clumsy, such a clout, that it seemed hopeless.
“This girl of yours falls over her own feet.”
Oh, she could have died with shame. Nevertheless, knowing that her father wanted her to become a great hunter and warrior like himself, she trained for it as soon as she was of the right age. But her arrows did not fly true and her limbs got in her way all the time. Her friends often had quite a good laugh on her behalf and their cruel hilarity felt more than once hurtful to her. Stubborn as she was giving up was never a question though, and so she bore with it all.
Especially as one day she found her own little place where she could be happy when her training allowed for some time off. This was with her mother and the older women of the tribe. It happened more by accident than by design. She passed by and heard talk about a certain rare herb, which she spotted by chance the next day. Carefully she took just one stem of it and brought it to the surprised healer. Curious she started asking about the use and her quick mind absorbed the answers readily. When the healers bid her to bring various other plants she readily went to do this. And here she never failed, even if she only knew the herb by their description. Always they told her about it and after a while taught her the healing songs that fitted. And so, before she knew, she had learned quite a bit of the lore. It seemed to come instinctively. Here was her connection with nature and the world.
Also she got better in tracking than she herself would ever have imagined. Thus some years went by.
Quite often now she joined the women when they sat together weaving and spinning. She listened to their stories and though she was not at all confident in herself, she actually proved to be quite good with her long fingers. Especially the spinning she liked. Watching the whorl turn and pulling out the fibers into an even thread was a fascinating and calming thing for her.
Something that Yanti needed bitterly one day. The youngsters had been chosen to bond their Ikran. Most had been younger than her. Again she had been turned down by her teacher. She was not ready. She felt downcast with the thought that she never would be, and how sad her father would look tonight when he came home. So she turned her spindle and let the quiet voices of the women wash over her misery. Peace would not come to her mind however and so, after a while she gave up. Quietly she put the work down and left for the woods. Aimlessly she walked around for hours, and was so deeply lost in her thoughts, that darkness came before she realized. She found herself a place and settled for the night.
Lying down quietly she watched the stars above. Only in the small hours, just before day broke, she fell asleep. It was troubled first, but then a strange dream came to her and with it great, great peace. When she woke she felt comforted and, strangely enough, free.
On her return home she immediately went and told Tsahik of her dream. The older just Na’vi laughed at her gently.
“You always see everything and everyone around you, but not yourself."
The young Na’vi was confused, but then Tsahik told her to interpret the dream for herself. Stumbling over the thoughts and words she hesitatingly tried and eventually, with a lot of urging on and help from Tsahik she finally realized what Eywa was trying to tell her.
She did not know whether she was more relieved or shocked. Tsahik smiled in an odd and knowing way, and with calming words sent her to her parents.
Approaching them she nearly faltered, but her mother rushed up to her, smiled, and embraced her lovingly. She told Yanti that the leaders of the clan had already spoken to them and she need not fear their reproach. Amazed she looked from mother to father who now took her in his arms and said with a friendly laugh:
“You better hurry with your breakfast, and then we start off. The Olo'eyktan wants the new healer to go to Iknimaya as soon as possible.”
RP Sample:
She stood right at the edge looking out over the sheer cliffs and far into the blue distance of the sea. It was quiet today. The sun was mild up here and the wind merely a gentle breeze. Her gaze followed some birds. A wave of sheer happiness washed over Yanti. Since her life had finally straightened itself out everything was just wonderful for her.
Eäni besides her was impatient which brought a smile to her face. Absentmindedly, but gently she scratched the animals flank. Though it had been years ago, she still could not believe all her luck sometimes. How deluded she had been. She turned to the Ikran.
“I know we have gathered everything that we came for, but let me steal just one more moment.”
Having finally found her place in the clan and taken on her share of the responsibilities that any grown up Na’vi had within the group, she sometimes felt the need to linger like this. There was nothing urgent waiting back home, so there was time.
She also felt for the anticipation building up in her. It was always like that before take-off and she gave herself over to that special feeling.
Flying, that was another thing she had come to love. It was such a wonder. The freedom and wild, exhilarating joy that she felt up in the air was nothing like she had ever been able to imagine before.
Yanti tore herself out of her thoughts. She joined her queue with Eäni, waited just long enough for that unique meeting of their minds, and leaped quickly on her back. One heartbeat later they took off the cliff and rode up into the thermals. She felt the warm current brush her skin and sent the Ikran to circle to gain height easier. Then they sailed comfortably along the craggy cliff. Today was the perfect day for this, no harsh choppy air, just mild streams.
“Right then, we shall go by the long way.”
Laughing she turned Eäni in a tight sweep out of the up-current and out towards the sea, following the invitation of the waters for a swim.
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Rokure
Mount: An Ikran named Eäni.
Eäni is an average sized she-ikran that looks nothing unusual, if maybe, just a little bit dumpy. This opinion however, lasts only till she spreads her wings and takes to the air. There, in flight, she shows a strikingly beautiful elegance and, of course, her remarkable colors: the blue and greenish hues of the sky and the sea combine in vivid markings on her body and wings.
Her character is mild and calm. She is shy of strangers and does not trust quickly. Also it is not a good idea to anger her. She is a wild animal after all...and like rider, like mount. Their personalities are markedly similar sometimes.
Physical Description:
Standing a little over three meters high, Yanti is tall for a woman, in fact as tall as quite a few of the men of the clan are. When younger she was rather unhappy about this, as she felt too large, too clumsy and her hands and feet seemed to her to be generally out of place. Getting older though she grew out of this lankiness where nothing seemed to fit right. Her proportions evened out and, to her happy surprise, felt good to her.
Nowadays she has the lithe and sinewy appearance of her people and moves with just the same grace and elegance as all the others do.
Her face is narrow and sharp, though not at all unattractive with its wide cheekbones and those large eyes, which are the only other remarkable feature about her. They are amber colored with some dark grey flecks. This gives them a bit of a muted tone and softens what would otherwise be rather fierce looks. The skin is the usual blue-grey of the mountain people. Her face and body markings are of the same hue but quite a bit darker and thus clearly visible.
For clothes she wears the general garb of the Rokure tribe, depending on the season, the weather and the occasion. Though she likes the sun on her bare skin better, the harsh cold mountain climate often makes it necessary to put on a warm tunic. Being of a practical mind she tends to more plain things and only her hair gets more attention. Tied back and woven into finger thick braids the jet black strands fall over her shoulders and down her back. She likes to twine thin blue thongs of soft leather, on which tiny bits of gleaming white shell are strung, into it.
Complete with some necklaces of the same making this creates a stark contrast of the greys and blues and whites of skin, hair and shell, which not only she herself finds pleasing.
Personality:
Outwardly Yanti appears even tempered and outgoing but at the same time so composed and quiet in her ways, that this gives a first impression of her being friendly and content, but rather boring.
She is an optimistic person and will seldom give in to low spirits and negative moods.
She was never brash and loud, since she was too busy being embarrassed at being such a clout. This has not changed much over the years, except for the last thing. Having finally outgrown it, she has turned into a very confident, calm and peace loving person, with a strong wish for everybody and everything around her to be in harmony.
This does not stretch to her giving in to lies though. She will tell the truth if asked her opinion. And she expects the same from others. Dishonesty is a concept which she simply will not tolerate. It is something for which there is no place in her world. So diplomacy is not her greatest strength. Loyalty is however, and she will always stand by those that have her love and friendship.
Inwardly matters may be a little different. Being of such a friendly disposition leads some people to think she will not realize it, when she is being cheated or taken advantage of. This is a mistake though. She absolutely hates it when her kind patience is mistaken for stupidity and can get immensely angry and cross about this. Her answers then are a harsh, mean and sharply sarcastic.
Add to this a good share of stubbornness and it becomes clear that she will not take the first step to repair relations that got damaged this way. Which brings up another point about her; she is headstrong and will do what she considers right no matter what the cost to herself is. But these extreme cases are the rare exceptions, because normally she is an intelligent and reasonable person.
So in short, she likes to laugh, to be with the ones she loves, and to enjoy life. She finds pleasure in the little things, and strongly feels the wonderful connection with her world.
Talents:
”You will never be a warrior, but a Rokure healer needs to travel quickly through our pathless mountains, so go and bond your Ikran.”(Olo'eyktan)
Though she tried hard to become a warrior and hunter, she never qualified. Her abilities really do not lie here. It took her quite some time and help to realize this.
Not all of her training was useless however. Looking out for plants she turned into a fine tracker.
”It seems that sometimes Eywa must make the blind see. We need a healer with your abilities.” (Tsahik)
Here her true interests and her love are. Her connection with nature gives her an instinctive feel for the right herbs and their use, for the songs and ways, to ease pains and heal wounds. So after giving up the misguided idea of following her father’s footsteps she trained with the healers and has found her place amongst them.
History:
“Yanti!”
The child turned round and went to see what her mother wanted. Being the only offspring of her parents had two sides to it. One was that they loved her dearly and gave her what was in their power to give, to make her happy. And she felt safe and good with them.
On the other hand they expected her one and only, to be so much, that her greatest fear was to sorely disappoint their ambitions and wishes for her. Of course she tried to do her best, but she was always so tall, so clumsy, such a clout, that it seemed hopeless.
“This girl of yours falls over her own feet.”
Oh, she could have died with shame. Nevertheless, knowing that her father wanted her to become a great hunter and warrior like himself, she trained for it as soon as she was of the right age. But her arrows did not fly true and her limbs got in her way all the time. Her friends often had quite a good laugh on her behalf and their cruel hilarity felt more than once hurtful to her. Stubborn as she was giving up was never a question though, and so she bore with it all.
Especially as one day she found her own little place where she could be happy when her training allowed for some time off. This was with her mother and the older women of the tribe. It happened more by accident than by design. She passed by and heard talk about a certain rare herb, which she spotted by chance the next day. Carefully she took just one stem of it and brought it to the surprised healer. Curious she started asking about the use and her quick mind absorbed the answers readily. When the healers bid her to bring various other plants she readily went to do this. And here she never failed, even if she only knew the herb by their description. Always they told her about it and after a while taught her the healing songs that fitted. And so, before she knew, she had learned quite a bit of the lore. It seemed to come instinctively. Here was her connection with nature and the world.
Also she got better in tracking than she herself would ever have imagined. Thus some years went by.
Quite often now she joined the women when they sat together weaving and spinning. She listened to their stories and though she was not at all confident in herself, she actually proved to be quite good with her long fingers. Especially the spinning she liked. Watching the whorl turn and pulling out the fibers into an even thread was a fascinating and calming thing for her.
Something that Yanti needed bitterly one day. The youngsters had been chosen to bond their Ikran. Most had been younger than her. Again she had been turned down by her teacher. She was not ready. She felt downcast with the thought that she never would be, and how sad her father would look tonight when he came home. So she turned her spindle and let the quiet voices of the women wash over her misery. Peace would not come to her mind however and so, after a while she gave up. Quietly she put the work down and left for the woods. Aimlessly she walked around for hours, and was so deeply lost in her thoughts, that darkness came before she realized. She found herself a place and settled for the night.
Lying down quietly she watched the stars above. Only in the small hours, just before day broke, she fell asleep. It was troubled first, but then a strange dream came to her and with it great, great peace. When she woke she felt comforted and, strangely enough, free.
On her return home she immediately went and told Tsahik of her dream. The older just Na’vi laughed at her gently.
“You always see everything and everyone around you, but not yourself."
The young Na’vi was confused, but then Tsahik told her to interpret the dream for herself. Stumbling over the thoughts and words she hesitatingly tried and eventually, with a lot of urging on and help from Tsahik she finally realized what Eywa was trying to tell her.
She did not know whether she was more relieved or shocked. Tsahik smiled in an odd and knowing way, and with calming words sent her to her parents.
Approaching them she nearly faltered, but her mother rushed up to her, smiled, and embraced her lovingly. She told Yanti that the leaders of the clan had already spoken to them and she need not fear their reproach. Amazed she looked from mother to father who now took her in his arms and said with a friendly laugh:
“You better hurry with your breakfast, and then we start off. The Olo'eyktan wants the new healer to go to Iknimaya as soon as possible.”
RP Sample:
She stood right at the edge looking out over the sheer cliffs and far into the blue distance of the sea. It was quiet today. The sun was mild up here and the wind merely a gentle breeze. Her gaze followed some birds. A wave of sheer happiness washed over Yanti. Since her life had finally straightened itself out everything was just wonderful for her.
Eäni besides her was impatient which brought a smile to her face. Absentmindedly, but gently she scratched the animals flank. Though it had been years ago, she still could not believe all her luck sometimes. How deluded she had been. She turned to the Ikran.
“I know we have gathered everything that we came for, but let me steal just one more moment.”
Having finally found her place in the clan and taken on her share of the responsibilities that any grown up Na’vi had within the group, she sometimes felt the need to linger like this. There was nothing urgent waiting back home, so there was time.
She also felt for the anticipation building up in her. It was always like that before take-off and she gave herself over to that special feeling.
Flying, that was another thing she had come to love. It was such a wonder. The freedom and wild, exhilarating joy that she felt up in the air was nothing like she had ever been able to imagine before.
Yanti tore herself out of her thoughts. She joined her queue with Eäni, waited just long enough for that unique meeting of their minds, and leaped quickly on her back. One heartbeat later they took off the cliff and rode up into the thermals. She felt the warm current brush her skin and sent the Ikran to circle to gain height easier. Then they sailed comfortably along the craggy cliff. Today was the perfect day for this, no harsh choppy air, just mild streams.
“Right then, we shall go by the long way.”
Laughing she turned Eäni in a tight sweep out of the up-current and out towards the sea, following the invitation of the waters for a swim.
