Post by Kite on Jan 3, 2012 23:05:05 GMT -5
Character Information
Character Name: Vlieger (Kite) Rodehemel (And Tarwe Brandine, her charge)
Gender: Vlieger is female, and the baby Tarwe is male.
Race: Alien (Konranian - from a hostile rogue-world currently in the grip of a military dictatorship. Members of the species come from a fiery world with twice earth's gravity, and are naturally gifted fliers. Much of their technology is ki-based.)
Alignment: Neutral-Good
Starting Planet: Konran
Personal Information
Main form of contact: Msn, aim, ask please :3
Do you have another character with us?
Not yet!
How did you find us?
Durhan-sama!
Other Information
RP Style: Depends <3 Usually multi-para, but I might write something longer :3
RP Sample:
The arena was packed - it always was, but this was a command performance. This was different. The ancient game Beleg (Siege) was a popular one this time of the Arc-cycle (about three years), and the Brandines, the nobility, had a taste for it - it was one of the facets of Konranian culture that had survived the ages - who were they to change it? Besides! Lady Meso never got rid of anything that didn't hurt anything. It gave her people an interest in life... and she her own children played the game. So bugger it.
That, more or less, had been what her Lady had told her - Kite didn't see it that way, she just... loved the sport - it had been a part of her life since she was a girl, since Her Lady had taken her into her household. The young Konranian had been an urchin after the war - it had claimed her mother and father's lives when she was still a baby, and they had been loyalists to the Brandine from the beginning... odd fate that her godmother should end up being the Lady Meso herself.
It had been like a storytale - she'd been taken in by the Brandine family as one of their own, raised among their own children. Ladyship looked after her, and while Lordship's fury was terrible and he was notoriously mad... she was the power. She made the real decisions. So Kite stayed. She'd been nuts for the Beleg, so Ladyship explored her potential, set her up with a trainer who worked her like she was a state lower than dirt until she was, and then built her up again like a fortress - six years of that, with barely time to breathe, had turned her into a Rush worthy of play. This command performance business, it was like... a mother taking an interest in her child's interests.
Which is to say, Kite was balls-nervous and shaking like a leaf. She knew she was good... but did gravity know she was good? Did the other team? She'd met them before on the practice field, met their Rush before - it was a sportsmanlike tradition that they should hunt together the night before the game. He was handsome, close to nobility - his Softskin (the bio-luminescent flesh beneath the tough, leathery) was a brilliant, male red. Ladyship was a sharp, azure blue... but Kite? A common green. He'd been... nice. That was probably the worst part - he barely looked at her at all, just... tracked their quarry and had the Deepworm isolated before she even got there. He was amazing, he was handsome, he was nobility to the core and she wasn't - he didn't even need to rub it in. Yes... that had been the worst part. She scowled as only a Konranian could scowl, and held her hand out, palm-upward.
It took the concentration of a microsecond to make the Ball appear. Her green Ki burned brighter than the fungal turf or torches, all the brighter for her offense. She was a good Rush. She knew that. He was good... but Sensei had been better. This Haai, Shark, he was a child compared to her teacher, and she'd worked hard to beat every squeaking, simpering snot like him that cared to play ball. Her father was a Hitter, her mother was a Rush, and she was not gonna be beaten by some polite brat, good-looking or not. Kite pulled on her black underarmor, the glow of her skin shining through in delicate lines on the formfitting tights.
The light, shoulder-less armor of a Rush was familiar to her - it'd been strange to her when she was little that the person who got shot at most should wear the least protection. Kite smiled inwardly, wriggling her arms and head through the holes, the stretchy grey and blue armor of the Comet Riders. It had been her parents' team, too, and she liked how it looked on her - she admired in the mirror pool a moment, before fitting on her gloves and boots, wiggling her fingers and stomping her feet a little to get the air out of the confined space. All her life had led up to this moment. Time to make her parents, and Ladyship, proud.
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Character Name: Vlieger (Kite) Rodehemel (And Tarwe Brandine, her charge)
Gender: Vlieger is female, and the baby Tarwe is male.
Race: Alien (Konranian - from a hostile rogue-world currently in the grip of a military dictatorship. Members of the species come from a fiery world with twice earth's gravity, and are naturally gifted fliers. Much of their technology is ki-based.)
Alignment: Neutral-Good
Starting Planet: Konran
Personal Information
Main form of contact: Msn, aim, ask please :3
Do you have another character with us?
Not yet!
How did you find us?
Durhan-sama!
Other Information
RP Style: Depends <3 Usually multi-para, but I might write something longer :3
RP Sample:
The arena was packed - it always was, but this was a command performance. This was different. The ancient game Beleg (Siege) was a popular one this time of the Arc-cycle (about three years), and the Brandines, the nobility, had a taste for it - it was one of the facets of Konranian culture that had survived the ages - who were they to change it? Besides! Lady Meso never got rid of anything that didn't hurt anything. It gave her people an interest in life... and she her own children played the game. So bugger it.
That, more or less, had been what her Lady had told her - Kite didn't see it that way, she just... loved the sport - it had been a part of her life since she was a girl, since Her Lady had taken her into her household. The young Konranian had been an urchin after the war - it had claimed her mother and father's lives when she was still a baby, and they had been loyalists to the Brandine from the beginning... odd fate that her godmother should end up being the Lady Meso herself.
It had been like a storytale - she'd been taken in by the Brandine family as one of their own, raised among their own children. Ladyship looked after her, and while Lordship's fury was terrible and he was notoriously mad... she was the power. She made the real decisions. So Kite stayed. She'd been nuts for the Beleg, so Ladyship explored her potential, set her up with a trainer who worked her like she was a state lower than dirt until she was, and then built her up again like a fortress - six years of that, with barely time to breathe, had turned her into a Rush worthy of play. This command performance business, it was like... a mother taking an interest in her child's interests.
Which is to say, Kite was balls-nervous and shaking like a leaf. She knew she was good... but did gravity know she was good? Did the other team? She'd met them before on the practice field, met their Rush before - it was a sportsmanlike tradition that they should hunt together the night before the game. He was handsome, close to nobility - his Softskin (the bio-luminescent flesh beneath the tough, leathery) was a brilliant, male red. Ladyship was a sharp, azure blue... but Kite? A common green. He'd been... nice. That was probably the worst part - he barely looked at her at all, just... tracked their quarry and had the Deepworm isolated before she even got there. He was amazing, he was handsome, he was nobility to the core and she wasn't - he didn't even need to rub it in. Yes... that had been the worst part. She scowled as only a Konranian could scowl, and held her hand out, palm-upward.
It took the concentration of a microsecond to make the Ball appear. Her green Ki burned brighter than the fungal turf or torches, all the brighter for her offense. She was a good Rush. She knew that. He was good... but Sensei had been better. This Haai, Shark, he was a child compared to her teacher, and she'd worked hard to beat every squeaking, simpering snot like him that cared to play ball. Her father was a Hitter, her mother was a Rush, and she was not gonna be beaten by some polite brat, good-looking or not. Kite pulled on her black underarmor, the glow of her skin shining through in delicate lines on the formfitting tights.
The light, shoulder-less armor of a Rush was familiar to her - it'd been strange to her when she was little that the person who got shot at most should wear the least protection. Kite smiled inwardly, wriggling her arms and head through the holes, the stretchy grey and blue armor of the Comet Riders. It had been her parents' team, too, and she liked how it looked on her - she admired in the mirror pool a moment, before fitting on her gloves and boots, wiggling her fingers and stomping her feet a little to get the air out of the confined space. All her life had led up to this moment. Time to make her parents, and Ladyship, proud.
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