Post by Serene on Nov 7, 2007 17:02:10 GMT -5
Name: Ambrin
Age: 123 (looks 16)
Species: Wind Demon
Gender: Female
Region: Plains
Position: Sorceress
Element: Air
Weapons: Kokoa- a bow that she received from Kaze as a welcoming gift to the Air Kingdom
Description:
Personality: She’s very quiet and reserved most of the time. She enjoys being around people, but she always needs time to herself, especially if faced with a big dilemma. She’s more for resolving with words, rather than with fists. But if the circumstances require it, she will fight, and she’s good at it too. She’s unusually open, even with strangers, and she’s always eager to make a new friend. ( sometimes maybe too eager)
History:
Ambrin’s Mother was a loyal sorceress of Kaze’s father, and had an affair with a vassal in the castle. Unfortunately there was a war between kingdoms, and her mother died defending the Kingdom when she was only three months old. Both her parents had agreed long before to keep Ambrin a secret from the kingdom. Neither of them wanted any word of their affair getting out. So, immediately after hearing of her mother’s death, her father took Ambrin to the Metallic Realm. He left her on the very edge of the Realm connecting to Eureka.
Ambrin knew almost nothing of her past except that she was found at the edge of the Realm when she was a few months old. Dakarai and Pandora Garreth, humans of the Metallic Realm, found her at the edge of their farm. She was raised by them, and in shadow of their older daughter Phaedra, and their younger son Genaro. Throughout her childhood, there had always been something different and rather peculiar about her. She often found herself alone, either sitting in her room by her favorite window, or sitting outside in the fields. Those were the places that gave her the most comfort and tranquility for her to think. She loved to feel the wind tousle her hair, and the tall grass blow about her. There was something about the cool breeze of a summer’s night, or the crisp air in the winter snow that made her feel more at home than she had ever felt at the Garreth’s. For some odd reason, it had never occurred to her to call the Garreth’s house her own. It had never seemed to her as if Pandora or Dakarai were anything like a mother or father. To her, it seemed more as if they were an aunt and uncle, and that their house was more like a temporary place to stay until she would find her real family. Pandora was always pestering her about how she needed to make friends at one point or another, and that it wasn’t going to do her any good to be anti-social for the rest of her life. But honestly, she never had fit in anywhere in the Metallic Realm.
There was a time in her life that she was over-come with fits of rage and anger, and had often hurt or damaged something or someone around her. One of these times, she had almost gone too far.
Like always, Pandora and Dakarai were out late at the bar, and Phaedra was over at a friend’s house. And like all other times, Ambrin was stuck at home babysitting Genaro. It wasn’t that she minded babysitting Genaro. In fact, it made her feel as if she actually had a friend. Genaro, being only 6 years old at the time, understood Ambrin completely. He was the only one in the house who listened to what she had to say, and even gave his input on some things (although this wasn’t very useful, considering the logic of a 6 year old). No, it wasn’t the babysitting that upset her. It was the late late nights that the Garreth’s spent out dancing and getting drunk off their asses. To the point where they are both stumbling into the house, yelling and fighting, waking poor Genaro up in the process. This is what really angered Ambrin about these nights. And tonight, they came home, already into a full blown-fight. It wasn’t very often that Dakarai hit Pandora in their drunken fights, but when he did, he didn’t stop at just one hit. He beat her to practically a pulp, and the last night this happened they had to call in a doctor. Ambrin wasn’t going to let this happen again. Not tonight. They came in hollering and screaming at the top of their lungs, crashing in to furniture, throwing vases, and swearing up a storm. Genaro woke up and started screaming, and Ambrin who was sitting in her room, had rushed over to him and was trying to comfort him while blocking out the noise. She could hear from downstairs that it was getting to be pretty brutal, and although she didn’t usually have much sympathy for Pandora, the sound of her wounded cries put a certain spell over Ambrin tonight. She had to put a stop to this.
She rushed downstairs to find Pandora laying on the kitchen floor unconscious, and Dakarai standing above her, panting with exhaustion. As she approached him she could smell the dense odor of alcohol mixed with sweat and blood. The smell had filled her nostrils, and was enough to sting her throat. He turned towards her, staggering to gain his balance.
“What are you doing up, little lady?” he said with great difficulty, and he pushed her with his arm.
She stumbled back, terrified at the sight of this man, a side of Dakarai she had never seen before. She tried getting back up, but he pushed her down again. He put his arm up as though he was about to strike her, but something within Ambrin rose up and burst out of her, knocking the strength and balance he had from him. He flew into the back shelf with great force, and he was out cold. She stood above him, greatly surprised at her own strength, she had barely lifted a finger. Once she realized that when he woke up, he could possibly remember what had happened, she ran out into the night.
Although she could see no end to the field that lay before her feet, she kept running at full speed. She needed desperately to escape; to somewhere that she fit in, somewhere that she could call home, she could not stay here. Soon her burst of adrenaline wore off, and she collapsed in a sea of tears. Laying there on the cold ground, she felt the wind pick up around her. She looked up to see a strange black silhouette standing before her. He swept her away, and he took her to be a slave of the Air Kingdom. Kaze released her from slavery and appointed her to be a Sorceress, and follow in her mothers footsteps. By this time she was 20 years old.
Age: 123 (looks 16)
Species: Wind Demon
Gender: Female
Region: Plains
Position: Sorceress
Element: Air
Weapons: Kokoa- a bow that she received from Kaze as a welcoming gift to the Air Kingdom
Description:
Personality: She’s very quiet and reserved most of the time. She enjoys being around people, but she always needs time to herself, especially if faced with a big dilemma. She’s more for resolving with words, rather than with fists. But if the circumstances require it, she will fight, and she’s good at it too. She’s unusually open, even with strangers, and she’s always eager to make a new friend. ( sometimes maybe too eager)
History:
Ambrin’s Mother was a loyal sorceress of Kaze’s father, and had an affair with a vassal in the castle. Unfortunately there was a war between kingdoms, and her mother died defending the Kingdom when she was only three months old. Both her parents had agreed long before to keep Ambrin a secret from the kingdom. Neither of them wanted any word of their affair getting out. So, immediately after hearing of her mother’s death, her father took Ambrin to the Metallic Realm. He left her on the very edge of the Realm connecting to Eureka.
Ambrin knew almost nothing of her past except that she was found at the edge of the Realm when she was a few months old. Dakarai and Pandora Garreth, humans of the Metallic Realm, found her at the edge of their farm. She was raised by them, and in shadow of their older daughter Phaedra, and their younger son Genaro. Throughout her childhood, there had always been something different and rather peculiar about her. She often found herself alone, either sitting in her room by her favorite window, or sitting outside in the fields. Those were the places that gave her the most comfort and tranquility for her to think. She loved to feel the wind tousle her hair, and the tall grass blow about her. There was something about the cool breeze of a summer’s night, or the crisp air in the winter snow that made her feel more at home than she had ever felt at the Garreth’s. For some odd reason, it had never occurred to her to call the Garreth’s house her own. It had never seemed to her as if Pandora or Dakarai were anything like a mother or father. To her, it seemed more as if they were an aunt and uncle, and that their house was more like a temporary place to stay until she would find her real family. Pandora was always pestering her about how she needed to make friends at one point or another, and that it wasn’t going to do her any good to be anti-social for the rest of her life. But honestly, she never had fit in anywhere in the Metallic Realm.
There was a time in her life that she was over-come with fits of rage and anger, and had often hurt or damaged something or someone around her. One of these times, she had almost gone too far.
Like always, Pandora and Dakarai were out late at the bar, and Phaedra was over at a friend’s house. And like all other times, Ambrin was stuck at home babysitting Genaro. It wasn’t that she minded babysitting Genaro. In fact, it made her feel as if she actually had a friend. Genaro, being only 6 years old at the time, understood Ambrin completely. He was the only one in the house who listened to what she had to say, and even gave his input on some things (although this wasn’t very useful, considering the logic of a 6 year old). No, it wasn’t the babysitting that upset her. It was the late late nights that the Garreth’s spent out dancing and getting drunk off their asses. To the point where they are both stumbling into the house, yelling and fighting, waking poor Genaro up in the process. This is what really angered Ambrin about these nights. And tonight, they came home, already into a full blown-fight. It wasn’t very often that Dakarai hit Pandora in their drunken fights, but when he did, he didn’t stop at just one hit. He beat her to practically a pulp, and the last night this happened they had to call in a doctor. Ambrin wasn’t going to let this happen again. Not tonight. They came in hollering and screaming at the top of their lungs, crashing in to furniture, throwing vases, and swearing up a storm. Genaro woke up and started screaming, and Ambrin who was sitting in her room, had rushed over to him and was trying to comfort him while blocking out the noise. She could hear from downstairs that it was getting to be pretty brutal, and although she didn’t usually have much sympathy for Pandora, the sound of her wounded cries put a certain spell over Ambrin tonight. She had to put a stop to this.
She rushed downstairs to find Pandora laying on the kitchen floor unconscious, and Dakarai standing above her, panting with exhaustion. As she approached him she could smell the dense odor of alcohol mixed with sweat and blood. The smell had filled her nostrils, and was enough to sting her throat. He turned towards her, staggering to gain his balance.
“What are you doing up, little lady?” he said with great difficulty, and he pushed her with his arm.
She stumbled back, terrified at the sight of this man, a side of Dakarai she had never seen before. She tried getting back up, but he pushed her down again. He put his arm up as though he was about to strike her, but something within Ambrin rose up and burst out of her, knocking the strength and balance he had from him. He flew into the back shelf with great force, and he was out cold. She stood above him, greatly surprised at her own strength, she had barely lifted a finger. Once she realized that when he woke up, he could possibly remember what had happened, she ran out into the night.
Although she could see no end to the field that lay before her feet, she kept running at full speed. She needed desperately to escape; to somewhere that she fit in, somewhere that she could call home, she could not stay here. Soon her burst of adrenaline wore off, and she collapsed in a sea of tears. Laying there on the cold ground, she felt the wind pick up around her. She looked up to see a strange black silhouette standing before her. He swept her away, and he took her to be a slave of the Air Kingdom. Kaze released her from slavery and appointed her to be a Sorceress, and follow in her mothers footsteps. By this time she was 20 years old.