Post by eterleo on Aug 15, 2008 13:56:34 GMT -5
Application Form
Contact Information: eterleo@gmail.com
Roleplaying Experience:
Six years
How did you find us?:
Avatar Rp
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Character's Full Name: Naje (Last Name Unknown)
Gender: Appears Male, actually female
Age: Around 16
Is He/She a Canon Character?:
No
Nationality:
Unknown to her
Location:She travels, calls the swamps home.
Allegiance: Herself first, swampbenders second, whoever has money third
Is He/She a Bender?: No, but knows swambending stances
Appearance: Naje has suffered a lifetime of malnourishment and running from the law. Her body has suffered as such. She is short, skinny, and has relatively no curves that a girl her age should have.
She has tanned skin and dark brown hair that's always hacked short. She has dull blue eyes and usually has various cuts on her face, as well as her arms, legs, hands and feet.
She wears whatever clothes she can find that doesn't fall off or feel too uncomfortable, but they're all a dark brown from mud, dirt and grime.
Currently she has a healing burn scar on her forearms and right knee, and a loarge dirty brown overcoat. She's usually seen slinking about like a stray cat or a scurrying rat.
History:
Naje can't really remember where she was born. Her earliest memory was of an orphanage for war orphans, though the nationality seems lost in her memory. She was never really satisfied with her conditions and so she stowed away on a merchants cart when she was very young.
It must have been destiny that the cart was robbed by a group of bandits. The merchant ran away, and Naje was left with the unsavory group of criminals. Though they were not too bright, they saw the potential of a child willing to help them in their cause and used her youth and innocent appearance to stop carts on the road or gain access to houses.
The group was constantly changing, people would leave on their own, some would get caught and some would join up for a short while. While she could never recall anyone's names in hindsight, she could never forget the skills they had taught her. Knifeplay, pick pocketing, lies and deceit. This became her life until her early teens when the group was travelling through the swamps when they were confronted by a giant swamp monster. While the other bandits ran, Naje became fascinated by the creature and swore her allegience to it. That was how she came into the midst of the swampbenders.
She could easily relate to the swampbenders and their easy going philosophy, so she had no trouble fitting in and learning their ways. Though she could not bend water, she practiced with them anyways for the sake of enjoyment and meditation.
Her life changed when a young man was found floating in the swamp. He was wearing noble clothes and appeared to be unconscious. When they discovered he was alive, the swampbenders took him in.
Later that night, a fire nation squad appeared demanding information of a man fitting the description of the one they had just found. Angered by their presence, the swampbenders and Naje instead began to fight them. Though they two sides were evenly matched, disaster occured when a fire nation soldier caught Naje off guard and sent a powerful blast her direction. Had it not been deflected by the now conscious young noble, she would not been alive.
The fact that their new ally could firebend came as a surprise to everyone, including the man himself. The fire nation squad retreated, but only for the day.
Several months later, after increasing attacks of the fire nation, Naje and the young man, Sela, agreed to leave the swamp with the knowledge that the swampbenders would be safe if their target no longer resided in their midst. She had been traveling with him ever since working as theives, street performers and mercenaries.
Personality The idea of Naje and feminity would never occur in a single living souls mind if they had ever met her. She has picked up a swampbending drawl, and still wears clothes that make her gender indiscernable. She does not understand the concept of manners and politeness. She's brash, rude, paranoid, greedy and selfish with only a shadow of a conscience.
She likes to collect shiny things and dislikes anything that resembles spiders.
Strengths:
Daggers are her greatest strength. She uses them to perform, throw, and for close, mid range and long distance combat. She's somewhat skilled in martial arts (Tai Chi), stealth, bluffing and speed.
Weaknesses: She's illiterate and doesn't really have s trong moral fiber. She's not physically strong and she's still a bit sensitive on her burn marks. Her trust issues, lack of manners and odd fear of being touched is the cause of most of her problems.
Personal Belongings: Naje has a satchel and carries bits of cloth, impromptu medical supplies, dried meat and a whole lot of daggers.
Roleplaying Sample:
Naje let out a large groan of frustration. Her ragged breath ruffled her dirty brown hair which hung in front of her face. She leaned against a tree and slowly slid down into a sitting position. Her arms and back ached, and she longed for something to come along and sink her dagger into. Maybe she would be lucky on this day and be blessed with some poor stupid animal to come wandering into the campsite.
‘Even if an animal hopped into the fire and cooked itself I wouldn’t be able to eat it.’ She thought to herself. She let out a loud swear as she made an exaggerated flop onto her belly with her arms spread out at her sides.
“I can’t move my arms.” She whined to nobody in particular. Though she would never admit it, she wished Sela was present. Naje was fairly sure that she had beaten her previous handstand record and really wanted to know for sure.
It also wasn’t really her nature, but Naje couldn’t help planning ahead to all of the rich homes they would soon be invited to perform in. ‘..Rich homes with unlocked doors and unguarded treasures!’ she happily sang inside her own head. The mere idea of the riches in store was enough to make her smile.