Post by Talitha on Mar 27, 2007 9:15:41 GMT -5
Name: Talitha (Last name unknown)
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Affilation: Brudjan
Physical Description: Talitha needs many a good meal and because of this, her body (while still growing) has suffered. She is barely 5’0” and just manages 95lbs on a good day. She has dirty dark brown, almost black hair that is often hacked at to keep at her desired length around her shoulders. It is almost always hanging loose around her gaunt face, and keeps her face warm on cold nights. She has almost no womanly curves one gains from having body fat, and her hips are still narrow due to malnutrition. If she were to lie still enough, she could be mistaken for the newly dead, but it’s Talitha’s eyes that show the world that she is alive and well. Two, piercing blue orbs peek out behind that curtain of dirty hair, and set off her dirt smudged (but otherwise pretty) face.
Personality and Temperament: How she survived to reach seventeen is a mystery to those who have met and interacted with Talitha. Always quiet and extremely introverted due to her lack of socialisation as a child, Talitha still tends to keep to herself, even when there are others who can help her. She doesn’t usually speak a lot, and is easily startled by words that she is unfamiliar with. She is however, a quick learner and by no means stupid, a very street smart girl. Determination to find a better life has kept her going when all else around her has collapsed, and it is a drive that she cannot control. She is dangerously jealous of women of wealth, and often steals from them so she may gain something of such lifestyles. She has often wished she could kill them and take their place, and longs to see them dirty and begging in the streets so that they may better appreciate what they have. She quietly harbours a lot of hate for the people of Valir, and it keeps her warm at night.
History: Talitha’s young years were spent with her mother, a brothel worker, who cared little for the daughter that she had birthed. Often left at their tiny home for days on end, Talitha grew almost entirely without her mother’s care. Her loveless mother was killed when she was almost twelve, though all Talitha knows is that she simply didn’t come home again. After the firewood had dwindled and the money she had been saving to buy food disappeared, Talitha was forced to take to the streets in order to survive.
She managed to go relatively unharmed over the years, though her brushes with danger have increased over the last year or so due to her growing desperation, and the atmosphere in Valir. For the first time in her life she has taken to staying in an abandoned house with a group of other teenagers. While still remaining very introverted, the group has pooled their resources and are doing quite well at pick pocketing and stealing what they need as a team
A chance encounter with Prince Bruis saw the fate of Talitha change dramatically. Immediately fascinated with the shadowy man who lost his chance to kill her, Talitha followed the sounds of the North Quadrant to Club Tryst, where her desire to rise above street filth saw her immediately put to work as a slave to the Brudjans.
NPC's:
Talitha’s NPC’s include several of the teenage orphans she stays with.
Sample Character RP:
It was always in the fading light of the evening, or the bustling of the morning that she ventured out. Anything in-between was either too dangerous, or too hard to get what she needed. It was so easy to bump into unsuspecting men and woman as they hurried home before the sun sank beneath the horizon and the North Quadrant became all the more unnerving to its human inhabitants. She had seen the nervousness growing amongst the population, her blue eyes always searching people’s faces, often from behind a veil of dark hair. She had almost been caught twice today, because when she had made her move, the jumpy victim made a large fuss and ushered her away like filth. Her aching stomach almost crippled her, and she counted the coin in a little bag tucked away on a rope under her shirt. She barely had enough for a loaf of bread, and she turned her hungry self down the path towards the market in North Square to see what she could barter her coin for, before she collapsed from exhaustion (again).
The bustling market place was home to more than just what she wanted, and many trinkets and beautiful things were flashed at her from stalls left and right of her small being. To wear such fine things, to have clothes that fit and made her look like a real lady, sometimes the desire was too much to bare. To have lived like a rat, scampering for her food since an infant was beginning to take its toll on her, and with a jealous look on her face, she watched as a fortune teller, bathed in jewels walked by her. It took only an instant, just one second to lash out and grab at all her necklaces, pulling as hard as she could. She heard a snap, and the woman shrieked and clutched her bosom as various jewels and beads began to fall from their place around her thick neck.
Talitha ran from the market, almost unconvinced with what she had just done. Had it been anger, or just jealousy that had made her do that?
It wasn’t until she made it back into the underbelly of brothels and dark night clubs, slipping into an abandoned building where she and several others stayed that she realised, clasped in her hand so tight it had begun to hurt, was the pendant from the necklace. It was a thick, flat, circle, made from what looked like smoothed bone, void of anything on either side. Irritated that out of all those necklaces, she had managed to grab something of no value, she threw it at the wall. With a click, it bounced off the wall, and rolled back on an uncertain path before flopping to a stop at her left, bare foot. She stared at it, and noticed that something had changed. She moved forward, reaching down to pick it up. And there, in a fine, small script was a sentence. She was sure she hadn’t seen it there before, but then, it was faint and worn… perhaps she had missed it.
‘In the eyes of another, you shall be seen.’
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Affilation: Brudjan
Physical Description: Talitha needs many a good meal and because of this, her body (while still growing) has suffered. She is barely 5’0” and just manages 95lbs on a good day. She has dirty dark brown, almost black hair that is often hacked at to keep at her desired length around her shoulders. It is almost always hanging loose around her gaunt face, and keeps her face warm on cold nights. She has almost no womanly curves one gains from having body fat, and her hips are still narrow due to malnutrition. If she were to lie still enough, she could be mistaken for the newly dead, but it’s Talitha’s eyes that show the world that she is alive and well. Two, piercing blue orbs peek out behind that curtain of dirty hair, and set off her dirt smudged (but otherwise pretty) face.
Personality and Temperament: How she survived to reach seventeen is a mystery to those who have met and interacted with Talitha. Always quiet and extremely introverted due to her lack of socialisation as a child, Talitha still tends to keep to herself, even when there are others who can help her. She doesn’t usually speak a lot, and is easily startled by words that she is unfamiliar with. She is however, a quick learner and by no means stupid, a very street smart girl. Determination to find a better life has kept her going when all else around her has collapsed, and it is a drive that she cannot control. She is dangerously jealous of women of wealth, and often steals from them so she may gain something of such lifestyles. She has often wished she could kill them and take their place, and longs to see them dirty and begging in the streets so that they may better appreciate what they have. She quietly harbours a lot of hate for the people of Valir, and it keeps her warm at night.
History: Talitha’s young years were spent with her mother, a brothel worker, who cared little for the daughter that she had birthed. Often left at their tiny home for days on end, Talitha grew almost entirely without her mother’s care. Her loveless mother was killed when she was almost twelve, though all Talitha knows is that she simply didn’t come home again. After the firewood had dwindled and the money she had been saving to buy food disappeared, Talitha was forced to take to the streets in order to survive.
She managed to go relatively unharmed over the years, though her brushes with danger have increased over the last year or so due to her growing desperation, and the atmosphere in Valir. For the first time in her life she has taken to staying in an abandoned house with a group of other teenagers. While still remaining very introverted, the group has pooled their resources and are doing quite well at pick pocketing and stealing what they need as a team
A chance encounter with Prince Bruis saw the fate of Talitha change dramatically. Immediately fascinated with the shadowy man who lost his chance to kill her, Talitha followed the sounds of the North Quadrant to Club Tryst, where her desire to rise above street filth saw her immediately put to work as a slave to the Brudjans.
NPC's:
Talitha’s NPC’s include several of the teenage orphans she stays with.
Sample Character RP:
It was always in the fading light of the evening, or the bustling of the morning that she ventured out. Anything in-between was either too dangerous, or too hard to get what she needed. It was so easy to bump into unsuspecting men and woman as they hurried home before the sun sank beneath the horizon and the North Quadrant became all the more unnerving to its human inhabitants. She had seen the nervousness growing amongst the population, her blue eyes always searching people’s faces, often from behind a veil of dark hair. She had almost been caught twice today, because when she had made her move, the jumpy victim made a large fuss and ushered her away like filth. Her aching stomach almost crippled her, and she counted the coin in a little bag tucked away on a rope under her shirt. She barely had enough for a loaf of bread, and she turned her hungry self down the path towards the market in North Square to see what she could barter her coin for, before she collapsed from exhaustion (again).
The bustling market place was home to more than just what she wanted, and many trinkets and beautiful things were flashed at her from stalls left and right of her small being. To wear such fine things, to have clothes that fit and made her look like a real lady, sometimes the desire was too much to bare. To have lived like a rat, scampering for her food since an infant was beginning to take its toll on her, and with a jealous look on her face, she watched as a fortune teller, bathed in jewels walked by her. It took only an instant, just one second to lash out and grab at all her necklaces, pulling as hard as she could. She heard a snap, and the woman shrieked and clutched her bosom as various jewels and beads began to fall from their place around her thick neck.
Talitha ran from the market, almost unconvinced with what she had just done. Had it been anger, or just jealousy that had made her do that?
It wasn’t until she made it back into the underbelly of brothels and dark night clubs, slipping into an abandoned building where she and several others stayed that she realised, clasped in her hand so tight it had begun to hurt, was the pendant from the necklace. It was a thick, flat, circle, made from what looked like smoothed bone, void of anything on either side. Irritated that out of all those necklaces, she had managed to grab something of no value, she threw it at the wall. With a click, it bounced off the wall, and rolled back on an uncertain path before flopping to a stop at her left, bare foot. She stared at it, and noticed that something had changed. She moved forward, reaching down to pick it up. And there, in a fine, small script was a sentence. She was sure she hadn’t seen it there before, but then, it was faint and worn… perhaps she had missed it.
‘In the eyes of another, you shall be seen.’
