Post by nanaki on Nov 4, 2010 0:21:39 GMT
----Character Biography----
Name:
Nanaki
Race:
Native
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Guardian of Cosmo Canyon
Class:
Red Mage
Species Skill:
Natural Adaptation: Natives gain an experience boost of 1 exp per 6 words when RPing, but not Battling, in their home provinces. However, they are expected to travel. If a native is in multiple threads, exp bonuses are canceled.
Organisation:
None.
Alignment:
Neutral
Home Continent:
Cetra
Personality:
Nanaki is a complex and mysterious being; he is very much in control of his emotions, although he posses a warm heart. He may seem aloof at first, but he is actually very loyal to his loved ones. He adores his homeland and has a strong sense of pride that often leads him to conflict with others and the world around him. He just wants to prove himself, as he wants to honour the memory of his mother and tribesmen. He is quiet and intelligent, mature beyond his years and yet believes that his 'grandfather' Bugenhagen knows everything. Although he doesn't like to show it, he is still a child at heart and curious of the world around him.
Appearance:
Nanaki is a powerfully built creature who bears a resemblance to both the feline and canine families, his fur a wash of fiery reds, yellows and oranges. He has a spiky dark-brown mane that runs along his neck and ends at his shoulders, two plaited braids hang behind his ears. It is clear to see that he is a warrior; he has many battle scars on his body, the most notable being a deep cut on his left eye, leaving him blind on that side. He shows his rank in his tribe by the intricate black markings on his hind-legs, and the two feathers he wears behind his ears, as well as the simple gold earrings and identical engraved bangles on each leg. He has a slender lion-like tail, at its tip is a bright flame.
Equipment:
Weapon:
Mythril Clip - A lightweight hair clip that Nanaki wears in his tangled mane, an object which has personal significance as it was given to him as a rites of passage gift.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-Sled Fang - Nanaki breaks into a run and gains enough momentum to shoot through the air and slice the enemy with his teeth and claws.
Level 2 Slots:
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Fire
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
None.
Experience:
History:
Nanaki was born in Cosmo Canyon at a time of peace between the tribes, and raised into a life of both warrior and protector to his homeland and tribe. From a young age his mother, Musca fussed over him and spent time with him whilst his father, Seto preferred to stay at a distance as he didn't want to spoil the child. One day, Nanaki's curiosity overpowered him and he wandered far from home. Whilst his attention was occupied on small rodents, he was ambushed by two spear-wielding fiends who drove him into a dead end. He lunged at the nearest one, not before it had slashed his left eye, immediately causing extreme pain to the cub. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was his father. When he awoke, he saw a crowd of concerned faces and Seto was standing over him as his wound was being tended to. Nanaki’s relationship with his father was a complex one; he loved and respected him and yet he felt ignored and as though his father didn’t think him worthy enough. As he reached adolescence, he sparred with his father just to get a reaction. He would insult Seto or ignore him completely, so much so that members of the tribe consulted Heji for a solution. There was a private meeting between the elders of both races, and it was decided that both father and son would be temporarily banished from the village until they could resolve their differences.
Nanaki and his father journeyed to the outskirts of the village and although Seto tried to reason with him Nanaki was hearing none of it. He was so ashamed to be outcast from the others, especially to be here with his uncaring father! Nevertheless, the father and son searched the wilderness in silence putting all of their energies into tracking prey. Their silence was only broken when they had brought down a young antelope buck some days afterwards and Nanaki, feeling a change in the air opened up to his father. He told him everything that was on his mind; and Seto listened, his features unchanging all the while. When Nanaki finished speaking, a smile crept upon his father’s face that made him frown. Had he been listening at all? He thought as he watched his father. Seto felt great pride for his son, knowing that it takes great courage to talk so openly, especially in a warrior society. Afterwards, there is peace between the two and they return to the Canyon with a closer bond than the one they started with.
At this time, Nanaki was unaware of a brewing tension between his tribe and the Gi until he was awoken one night by the sounds of drums and strange voices. His mother, lying beside him was as still as stone whilst Seto was standing firm by their cave opening. Even today his mind still houses the images of tall shadows dancing on the walls, the steady breaths of his parents and the sound of Seto telling them both to go to the lower caves. Nanaki had to be dragged away as he insisted on seeing what was going on. In the caves he found himself huddled with others of his age and their mothers as the sounds of the outside world, distant and yet eerily resonant floated around them. Time lost all meaning as the group comforted each other and listened to the sounds of a battle, the noises becoming louder until the words “The Gi Tribe! It’s the Gi!” drifted downwards. Some of the mothers spoke angrily amongst themselves, some just shook their heads sadly and for a while nothing changed. The battle raged on, and soon some of the females joined the fight whilst others stayed behind. In the dark of tunnels beneath the Canyon, the youngster’s imaginations wandered and most of them were incredibly scared. Suddenly Seto raced past them and Nanaki shouted to him, but he didn’t look back or even speak. When the hum of noise grew silent, the tribe returned to their children and Nanaki was reunited with Musca, who had only minor injuries and a solemn look as her son asked of Seto’s whereabouts. The tribe counted their blessings that the battle had spared their children, although many had been lost on both sides. They mourned the loss of Heji, and decided to have a celebration of their victory against the Gi and to appoint a new elder. Nanaki’s confusion at his father deepened, and soon turned to hatred as he realised that Seto had abandoned them all. A fortnight later and Bugenhagen was announced elder of the tribe. Musca greatly admired him, and the two became firm friends.
With the Gi Tribe long gone, the other tribes grew distant and isolated themselves from each other to the extent that generations regarded the existence of others like them as myths. Nanaki was becoming strong, yet his silent rage was worrying to his mother who set his mind to the study of nature and Magic. It seemed as though the Gi had not died in vain, as a disease swept through the Canyon taking many and when Musca too contracted it she did everything in her power to keep Nanaki safe and healthy. When his mother died, he was cared for by the village elder Bugenhagen whom he fondly calls Grandfather. Six years on, he has slid into loneliness and depression as he pushes himself to become stronger now that he is thought to be the only one left guarding the Canyon of his race.
RP sample:
Nanaki stood poised on a high ledge, surveying the village of Cosmo Canyon with an observant yet weary eye. It was late afternoon, and so far it had been an uneventful day with just a few travellers and a trickle of noisy tourists pointing and taking photographs excessively. He lowered himself easily and breathed a sigh as his eye settled on the sacred Candle, allowing his thoughts to wander to the rhythm of the flames. The life of a warrior and protector was the only one he knew, and these days of tourists and travellers he seemed like just another attraction. He chuckled under his breath as he thought about how strange it was to crave danger. Anything is better than being part of ‘Spot-the-Cosmo-Lion’ game he thought derisively Although he had been born and grew up in a cave, Nanaki had acquired a bedroom of sorts at the back of the Shildra Inn and often he would sit and listen to the tales of the outside world. Nanaki twitched his ear as he watched a child with an awe-struck face point towards him and call to the others. Within seconds the group was debating whether the creature was real or just a statue, their suspicions being confirmed when he rose steadily to his feet and arched downwards. The group stepped back a little as Nanaki shook off the dust of his landing and twitched his flaming tail with curiosity.
“How are you enjoying your visit?” he inquired, to which the awe-struck child replied inevitably,
“It speaks!”
Nanaki smiled at this familiar reaction and replied, “When necessary, my friend.”
This comment seemed to break the ice as the crowd laughed amiably and some even walked closer. A boy and girl stood anxiously near-by, torn between keeping a safe distance and treating the strange creature like an over-sized pet. The beads on the feline’s plaits tinkled as he turned towards them and said,
“You may stroke my fur if you wish.”
A switch seemed to have been flicked as they rushed forwards and embraced his neck, their tiny hands tracing along his hind leg and pressing experimentally into the bands of his hind-legs. Usually, he detested this kind of demeaning treatment but he couldn’t deny that even he enjoyed the attention from time to time. Eventually the crowd moved to the Candle and settled as though they had been there all day. Nanaki lay with the two children sleeping soundly either side of him, content to drown in the stories however mundane or exciting of this temporary family. As the light of the Great Sun faded, the group retreated with the snoozing children in-tow indoors whilst Nanaki remained firmly where he was. For a few hours, he could feel completely at ease with himself and this dusty valley he called home; he could forget who he was, he could detach himself from his past and the memories that still lingered on the Canyon’s walls. With great effort, he wrenched himself free of the Candle’s warmth and headed for his room ‘till his next escape in the company of strangers…
Name:
Nanaki
Race:
Native
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Guardian of Cosmo Canyon
Class:
Red Mage
Species Skill:
Natural Adaptation: Natives gain an experience boost of 1 exp per 6 words when RPing, but not Battling, in their home provinces. However, they are expected to travel. If a native is in multiple threads, exp bonuses are canceled.
Organisation:
None.
Alignment:
Neutral
Home Continent:
Cetra
Personality:
Nanaki is a complex and mysterious being; he is very much in control of his emotions, although he posses a warm heart. He may seem aloof at first, but he is actually very loyal to his loved ones. He adores his homeland and has a strong sense of pride that often leads him to conflict with others and the world around him. He just wants to prove himself, as he wants to honour the memory of his mother and tribesmen. He is quiet and intelligent, mature beyond his years and yet believes that his 'grandfather' Bugenhagen knows everything. Although he doesn't like to show it, he is still a child at heart and curious of the world around him.
Appearance:
Nanaki is a powerfully built creature who bears a resemblance to both the feline and canine families, his fur a wash of fiery reds, yellows and oranges. He has a spiky dark-brown mane that runs along his neck and ends at his shoulders, two plaited braids hang behind his ears. It is clear to see that he is a warrior; he has many battle scars on his body, the most notable being a deep cut on his left eye, leaving him blind on that side. He shows his rank in his tribe by the intricate black markings on his hind-legs, and the two feathers he wears behind his ears, as well as the simple gold earrings and identical engraved bangles on each leg. He has a slender lion-like tail, at its tip is a bright flame.
Equipment:
Weapon:
Mythril Clip - A lightweight hair clip that Nanaki wears in his tangled mane, an object which has personal significance as it was given to him as a rites of passage gift.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-Sled Fang - Nanaki breaks into a run and gains enough momentum to shoot through the air and slice the enemy with his teeth and claws.
Level 2 Slots:
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Fire
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
None.
Experience:
History:
Nanaki was born in Cosmo Canyon at a time of peace between the tribes, and raised into a life of both warrior and protector to his homeland and tribe. From a young age his mother, Musca fussed over him and spent time with him whilst his father, Seto preferred to stay at a distance as he didn't want to spoil the child. One day, Nanaki's curiosity overpowered him and he wandered far from home. Whilst his attention was occupied on small rodents, he was ambushed by two spear-wielding fiends who drove him into a dead end. He lunged at the nearest one, not before it had slashed his left eye, immediately causing extreme pain to the cub. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was his father. When he awoke, he saw a crowd of concerned faces and Seto was standing over him as his wound was being tended to. Nanaki’s relationship with his father was a complex one; he loved and respected him and yet he felt ignored and as though his father didn’t think him worthy enough. As he reached adolescence, he sparred with his father just to get a reaction. He would insult Seto or ignore him completely, so much so that members of the tribe consulted Heji for a solution. There was a private meeting between the elders of both races, and it was decided that both father and son would be temporarily banished from the village until they could resolve their differences.
Nanaki and his father journeyed to the outskirts of the village and although Seto tried to reason with him Nanaki was hearing none of it. He was so ashamed to be outcast from the others, especially to be here with his uncaring father! Nevertheless, the father and son searched the wilderness in silence putting all of their energies into tracking prey. Their silence was only broken when they had brought down a young antelope buck some days afterwards and Nanaki, feeling a change in the air opened up to his father. He told him everything that was on his mind; and Seto listened, his features unchanging all the while. When Nanaki finished speaking, a smile crept upon his father’s face that made him frown. Had he been listening at all? He thought as he watched his father. Seto felt great pride for his son, knowing that it takes great courage to talk so openly, especially in a warrior society. Afterwards, there is peace between the two and they return to the Canyon with a closer bond than the one they started with.
At this time, Nanaki was unaware of a brewing tension between his tribe and the Gi until he was awoken one night by the sounds of drums and strange voices. His mother, lying beside him was as still as stone whilst Seto was standing firm by their cave opening. Even today his mind still houses the images of tall shadows dancing on the walls, the steady breaths of his parents and the sound of Seto telling them both to go to the lower caves. Nanaki had to be dragged away as he insisted on seeing what was going on. In the caves he found himself huddled with others of his age and their mothers as the sounds of the outside world, distant and yet eerily resonant floated around them. Time lost all meaning as the group comforted each other and listened to the sounds of a battle, the noises becoming louder until the words “The Gi Tribe! It’s the Gi!” drifted downwards. Some of the mothers spoke angrily amongst themselves, some just shook their heads sadly and for a while nothing changed. The battle raged on, and soon some of the females joined the fight whilst others stayed behind. In the dark of tunnels beneath the Canyon, the youngster’s imaginations wandered and most of them were incredibly scared. Suddenly Seto raced past them and Nanaki shouted to him, but he didn’t look back or even speak. When the hum of noise grew silent, the tribe returned to their children and Nanaki was reunited with Musca, who had only minor injuries and a solemn look as her son asked of Seto’s whereabouts. The tribe counted their blessings that the battle had spared their children, although many had been lost on both sides. They mourned the loss of Heji, and decided to have a celebration of their victory against the Gi and to appoint a new elder. Nanaki’s confusion at his father deepened, and soon turned to hatred as he realised that Seto had abandoned them all. A fortnight later and Bugenhagen was announced elder of the tribe. Musca greatly admired him, and the two became firm friends.
With the Gi Tribe long gone, the other tribes grew distant and isolated themselves from each other to the extent that generations regarded the existence of others like them as myths. Nanaki was becoming strong, yet his silent rage was worrying to his mother who set his mind to the study of nature and Magic. It seemed as though the Gi had not died in vain, as a disease swept through the Canyon taking many and when Musca too contracted it she did everything in her power to keep Nanaki safe and healthy. When his mother died, he was cared for by the village elder Bugenhagen whom he fondly calls Grandfather. Six years on, he has slid into loneliness and depression as he pushes himself to become stronger now that he is thought to be the only one left guarding the Canyon of his race.
RP sample:
Nanaki stood poised on a high ledge, surveying the village of Cosmo Canyon with an observant yet weary eye. It was late afternoon, and so far it had been an uneventful day with just a few travellers and a trickle of noisy tourists pointing and taking photographs excessively. He lowered himself easily and breathed a sigh as his eye settled on the sacred Candle, allowing his thoughts to wander to the rhythm of the flames. The life of a warrior and protector was the only one he knew, and these days of tourists and travellers he seemed like just another attraction. He chuckled under his breath as he thought about how strange it was to crave danger. Anything is better than being part of ‘Spot-the-Cosmo-Lion’ game he thought derisively Although he had been born and grew up in a cave, Nanaki had acquired a bedroom of sorts at the back of the Shildra Inn and often he would sit and listen to the tales of the outside world. Nanaki twitched his ear as he watched a child with an awe-struck face point towards him and call to the others. Within seconds the group was debating whether the creature was real or just a statue, their suspicions being confirmed when he rose steadily to his feet and arched downwards. The group stepped back a little as Nanaki shook off the dust of his landing and twitched his flaming tail with curiosity.
“How are you enjoying your visit?” he inquired, to which the awe-struck child replied inevitably,
“It speaks!”
Nanaki smiled at this familiar reaction and replied, “When necessary, my friend.”
This comment seemed to break the ice as the crowd laughed amiably and some even walked closer. A boy and girl stood anxiously near-by, torn between keeping a safe distance and treating the strange creature like an over-sized pet. The beads on the feline’s plaits tinkled as he turned towards them and said,
“You may stroke my fur if you wish.”
A switch seemed to have been flicked as they rushed forwards and embraced his neck, their tiny hands tracing along his hind leg and pressing experimentally into the bands of his hind-legs. Usually, he detested this kind of demeaning treatment but he couldn’t deny that even he enjoyed the attention from time to time. Eventually the crowd moved to the Candle and settled as though they had been there all day. Nanaki lay with the two children sleeping soundly either side of him, content to drown in the stories however mundane or exciting of this temporary family. As the light of the Great Sun faded, the group retreated with the snoozing children in-tow indoors whilst Nanaki remained firmly where he was. For a few hours, he could feel completely at ease with himself and this dusty valley he called home; he could forget who he was, he could detach himself from his past and the memories that still lingered on the Canyon’s walls. With great effort, he wrenched himself free of the Candle’s warmth and headed for his room ‘till his next escape in the company of strangers…