Title: Nekane alab'Edur
Nekane alab'Edur - March 9, 2008 05:43 AM (GMT)
Character Name:Nekane alab’Edur
Canon/Original:Canon
Gender:Female
Age:23
Family:
Edur Former Warlord of the Ekaini – Father (Deceased)
Esti alab’Izotz - Mother (Deceased)
Warlord Ekain sem’Edur -, 26. Brother
Ederne alab'Edur,-19, sister
Endika sem'Edur, -17, brother
Spirit:: Thunder
Occupation: Shamaness
Place of Habitation: Originally da’Ekain, currently Thiasa Keep
Physical Description (five sentence minimum):
Nekane is uncommonly tall for a woman. At five feet, nine inches, she towered over most of the women she grew up with. Her hair is a long river of black falling to her waist, and is often left loose, unless she is riding. As befits a Shaman, her dark eyes seem full of mysteries, and secrets. And she can often be found staring at the sky and the stars as if seeking answers, or perhaps asking questions. Her body is lithe and toned, as befits a hunter of her tribe, although it is still clearly feminine, it is no where near the curvaceous, softness of most of the women around her… something she has long been irritated about.
Personality (eight sentence minimum):
It was a surprise to no one when Nekane, came back from her spirit quest with Thunder as her spirit, because with the thunder always follows the lightning and the two are considered joined together in a way no one can separate--and Nekane resembles both. Unlike many of the women of her clan, she is not a quiet woman. She has always been outspoken and proud, much to the dismay of many of the men. Although she is quite a gentle person, not really wanting to see people hurt, she wanted to be a warrior so that she could fight for her people. Since that was no allowed she became a hunter. She tried to no avail to run from her talents as a shaman, but eventually she gave in and began the training she was destined for.
Nekane throws herself into everything she does wholeheartedly. There is no halfway for her, no 'perhaps I’ll try'. She goes after things with gusto and determination that always raised eyebrows amongst the elders. When she would succeed she would be proud but if she should fail… well, devastated is far to light a term. And her depression knows no bounds. Ekain is the only one capable of bringing her out of her dark thunderous moods.
History (ten sentence minimum):
The only child of Edur’s first wife Nekane was spoiled by her mother and ignored by her father. Edur had already lost interest in the seemingly barren woman in favor of his second wife, who had already born him his son and secured the line. One would expect that Nekane would hate her brother, but that is far from the truth. Ekain was in all ways her hero; he listened to her as a child, and gave her the attention her father couldn’t be bothered to. And in her heart and mind it was no longer her father’s approval she wanted, but Ekain’s.
After her spirit quest she threw herself into her shaman's training and when the old shaman died, both of the acolytes were promoted. Finally able to speak and have people listen it was a heady time for Nekane, as unlike most of the women, a Shamaness has their own status, and iwas not tied to the status of their husband. She took full advantage of it; though she was, as Baskar custom dictated, married to her brother, she didn't reside in his tent, and had her own status. But soon, the headiness of the job wore off and she realized the just how much pressure it was to be responsible for the spiritual health of the tribe and their physical health as well, as she was just as much a healer, as she was a guide.
As most of the shaman’s had learned the interlopers’ language, it was only natural that when the invaders were looking for assurances of peaceful intent, i.e. hostages, they looked to them. The fact that she was a woman in their mind only made her the perfect choice, and they decided they would accept no one else. The chieftain in charge of that part of the negotiation agreed and Nekane was born away from her home and husband to Thiasa Keep. When the chief returned to da’Ekain, he was greeted with the ire of the Warlord, who had just had his sister and wife traded away to the enemy--and there was no way to get her back. One can only hope the chieftain’s son, and new chieftain, was granted more wisdom then his father.
Plot Potential: As sister and wife of the Warlord, and a Shaman of the Ekaini the war will bring a lot of drama to Nekane. She will help with the healing, and praying to the spirits for guidance, also at the moment she is a hostage, so her main plot is to get back to her people where she belongs.
SAMPLE RP (from any site, ten sentence minimum):
Canon/Original:Canon
Gender:Female
Age:23
Family:
Edur Former Warlord of the Ekaini – Father (Deceased)
Esti alab’Izotz - Mother (Deceased)
Warlord Ekain sem’Edur -, 26. Brother
Ederne alab'Edur,-19, sister
Endika sem'Edur, -17, brother
Spirit:: Thunder
Occupation: Shamaness
Place of Habitation: Originally da’Ekain, currently Thiasa Keep
Physical Description (five sentence minimum):
Nekane is uncommonly tall for a woman. At five feet, nine inches, she towered over most of the women she grew up with. Her hair is a long river of black falling to her waist, and is often left loose, unless she is riding. As befits a Shaman, her dark eyes seem full of mysteries, and secrets. And she can often be found staring at the sky and the stars as if seeking answers, or perhaps asking questions. Her body is lithe and toned, as befits a hunter of her tribe, although it is still clearly feminine, it is no where near the curvaceous, softness of most of the women around her… something she has long been irritated about.
Personality (eight sentence minimum):
It was a surprise to no one when Nekane, came back from her spirit quest with Thunder as her spirit, because with the thunder always follows the lightning and the two are considered joined together in a way no one can separate--and Nekane resembles both. Unlike many of the women of her clan, she is not a quiet woman. She has always been outspoken and proud, much to the dismay of many of the men. Although she is quite a gentle person, not really wanting to see people hurt, she wanted to be a warrior so that she could fight for her people. Since that was no allowed she became a hunter. She tried to no avail to run from her talents as a shaman, but eventually she gave in and began the training she was destined for.
Nekane throws herself into everything she does wholeheartedly. There is no halfway for her, no 'perhaps I’ll try'. She goes after things with gusto and determination that always raised eyebrows amongst the elders. When she would succeed she would be proud but if she should fail… well, devastated is far to light a term. And her depression knows no bounds. Ekain is the only one capable of bringing her out of her dark thunderous moods.
History (ten sentence minimum):
The only child of Edur’s first wife Nekane was spoiled by her mother and ignored by her father. Edur had already lost interest in the seemingly barren woman in favor of his second wife, who had already born him his son and secured the line. One would expect that Nekane would hate her brother, but that is far from the truth. Ekain was in all ways her hero; he listened to her as a child, and gave her the attention her father couldn’t be bothered to. And in her heart and mind it was no longer her father’s approval she wanted, but Ekain’s.
After her spirit quest she threw herself into her shaman's training and when the old shaman died, both of the acolytes were promoted. Finally able to speak and have people listen it was a heady time for Nekane, as unlike most of the women, a Shamaness has their own status, and iwas not tied to the status of their husband. She took full advantage of it; though she was, as Baskar custom dictated, married to her brother, she didn't reside in his tent, and had her own status. But soon, the headiness of the job wore off and she realized the just how much pressure it was to be responsible for the spiritual health of the tribe and their physical health as well, as she was just as much a healer, as she was a guide.
As most of the shaman’s had learned the interlopers’ language, it was only natural that when the invaders were looking for assurances of peaceful intent, i.e. hostages, they looked to them. The fact that she was a woman in their mind only made her the perfect choice, and they decided they would accept no one else. The chieftain in charge of that part of the negotiation agreed and Nekane was born away from her home and husband to Thiasa Keep. When the chief returned to da’Ekain, he was greeted with the ire of the Warlord, who had just had his sister and wife traded away to the enemy--and there was no way to get her back. One can only hope the chieftain’s son, and new chieftain, was granted more wisdom then his father.
Plot Potential: As sister and wife of the Warlord, and a Shaman of the Ekaini the war will bring a lot of drama to Nekane. She will help with the healing, and praying to the spirits for guidance, also at the moment she is a hostage, so her main plot is to get back to her people where she belongs.
SAMPLE RP (from any site, ten sentence minimum):
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| Ominous, dark gray clouds loomed on the horizon as she moved out of the castle, searching for some air, that wasn’t filled with the happiness of her mother, and the rest of her family. It was bad enough that when he announced the engagement to them all he stared straight at her, as if saying this is entirely your fault. And he was right, it was all her fault, but she hadn’t known how much it would hurt her to see him with another woman on his arm. She knew that the chances of her finding someone were slim due to the reputation she seemed to have garnered without actually doing anything. She knew the rumors that had begun circling had just brought more pain to her mother, but much like her mother she wasn’t going to let them get to her. She had far too much pride for that. She watched the wall of dark clouds approach as she sat on the grass leaning her head back against the rough bark of the tree. It had been several days since the engagement and they had backtracked to Benthey which if she were honest with herself made her a bit more comfortable then Pemberton with all it’s extravagance. Too much gold and pink, and red, and… the very thought still was enough to make her shudder. Far too much, that had been her opinion at the ball, and it still stood after her second visit to the Duchy. She could smell the rain on the wind, and the sharp smell that often accompanied a thunderstorm lingered in the air. The weather suited her mood which made a soft wan smile cross her face. The rain began to fall softly, just a smattering of cool drops managed to make their way beneath the tree that sheltered her; but she knew that once the torrent got going the leaves would not protect her completely. Not that she particularly cared, but she knew she would get another stern talking to from Sybel over her ruining yet another gown. She looked down at the drops of water that stained the wine and cream gown she wore and groaned. The rain continued to fall, and Aoife stood, not caring that she was growing wetter with every breath. What did it matter really? Who did she need to look pretty for? Her brother had found someone, and now the pressure was not as oppressive, as their mother wasn’t looking at them as closely now. Which was a relief to say the least, but with all the plans for the wedding, there was no time for them to be together, and her body burned at night for him, just as much as her heart ached with a grief that matched the storm around her at the thought of losing him to someone like Cecily. Who was far more beautiful than Aoife would ever be, or at least that was how she felt when she looked at the pair. She was beginning to hate the Lady Cecily, her mind placing her firmly in the same category as the Lady Anne, whose whining and subtle comments about her family had nearly caused Aoife to strangle the venomous wench several times, along with Lucy who seemed to do nothing more than encourage her sister. Aoife clenched her hand and struck out at the tree in her anger, scraping her hand and drawing blood. “Bollocks!” she cursed in an unladylike manner as she brought the hand to her mouth to suck on the abused flesh. |
What's the name of the Creator God the Ekaini worship?: [[got the right answer, o' course]]
King Aedan I - March 19, 2008 02:54 AM (GMT)
Well, of course you're accepted, but I was looking at this and I noticed a couple of things you might want to embellish on. Why did she try to turn away from her destiny as a Shaman?
You have a couple of runon sentences you might want to check out, it seems to be a bit of a stylistic habit (I have my own). The first sentence in 'personality' is hard to understand, for example. Watch commas ("as she was just as much a healer, as she was a guide. " shouldn't have a comma), watch spelling (you tend to substitute one word for another)... possessives have an apostrophe but plurals don't... things like that.
Lia? Further commentary on your own app?
You have a couple of runon sentences you might want to check out, it seems to be a bit of a stylistic habit (I have my own). The first sentence in 'personality' is hard to understand, for example. Watch commas ("as she was just as much a healer, as she was a guide. " shouldn't have a comma), watch spelling (you tend to substitute one word for another)... possessives have an apostrophe but plurals don't... things like that.
Lia? Further commentary on your own app?
Nekane alab'Edur - March 19, 2008 04:11 AM (GMT)
